The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 675

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Chapter 675

“What do you want from me?”

Gluttony nodded without hearing Wrath’s anguished cry.
Even now, as she gazed upon the unconscious people scattered about, her lips smacked with hunger—her gluttonous nature was unmistakable.

“Leave those here untouched.”

I glared at Gluttony through Wrath’s azure eyes.

“They are all servants of the True Demon King.”
“Mmm….”

Gluttony bit her lip regretfully. From her expression, it was clear she would have devoured them all if I hadn’t spoken.
In any case, there was not a single sane Demon Lord among them.

“The one you consumed was Grid’s subordinate. I intended to carve the price of touching my servants into your very soul….”

I looked down at Gluttony, tilting my jaw to the side.

“Yet you swallowed him alive. And on top of that….”

I spread Wrath’s aura sharply and pointed at myself with a finger.

“You revealed this form.”
“Mmm….”

Gluttony’s brow twitched as she retreated slightly.

“Once something enters your maw, there is no escaping it. Thus, I shall exact a proper price.”
“….”

She dropped her shoulders, at a loss for words.
Seeing her like this, I could feel that the blue cotton candy’s power and presence ranked among the highest of all Demon Lords.

-How did you even discover that about Gluttony’s mouth?!

Wrath poked his face out from my chest.

‘You told me yourself.’

I tilted my head, observing Wrath’s round eyes.

-The True Demon King said when!
‘If that mouth swallows you, even the True Demon King cannot save you, so quickly surrender that body to the True Demon King. That’s what you said.’

Thanks to what he told me, I realized the white lips that Gluttony summoned were dangerous, and I also came up with a way to obtain her power.

-Aaaahhhhh!

Wrath screamed while grabbing his fluttering hair.

-I’m going mad! Why did you say such a thing! My mouth!

He always complained that his problem was talking too much, tapping his own lips.

“So I just need to not eat the humans in this place?”

Gluttony bowed her head deeply as if she had made a great concession. It was absurd to think of that as a compromise.

“You’re mistaken. That’s not a request—it’s a warning.”

I furrowed my brow, looking at Gluttony’s white lips.

“If you don’t want your tongue torn out, you’d better learn to obey.”
“Ugh….”

As Gluttony let out a groan and shook her head, the white lips floating in the void dissolved into the darkness.

-Ugh. I’m losing my mind!

Wrath swung his round fists and screamed.

-The more I train my swordsmanship, the more my acting skills improve!
‘That’s just natural talent.’

Having lived as an assassin and played countless roles, deceiving mere Demon Lords was far easier than anything else.

“Glutton.”

I savored Wrath’s thrashing before slowly lifting my gaze.

“Surrender your authority to me.”

I flicked my finger toward Gluttony, who awaited my response.

“…My authority?”
“Indeed.”
“You desire my Gluttony?”

Gluttony’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Why?”
“Why should the True Demon King answer you?”

I shook my head calmly. Speaking too much here would only invite Gluttony’s suspicion. Using Wrath’s authority while remaining taciturn was the correct approach.
Using Wrath’s authority to speak sparingly was the right answer.

“All you need to do is make a choice. Either your tongue gets ripped out here, or you surrender your power and disappear.”

The ultimate bluff. Everyone in The Facility would die with just a single gesture from Gluttony, yet she raised her confident gaze without a moment’s hesitation.

Ugh…

Wrath let out a groan while gripping his temples.

I’m afraid I might be deceived, but I must not be deceived!

He raised his hand toward Gluttony.

Shikchung! Kill this bastard! He’s an angelic being who poses a threat not only to the Human Realm, but to the Demon Realm as well!

Wrath let out a honking sound, but of course, Gluttony didn’t hear it.

“Sigh…”

Gluttony let out a short sigh.

“I suppose I’m hungry, but I understand.”

She nodded reluctantly.

-No, no, no, no!

Wrath clutched his head and let out a wail.

-Why are all the Demon Lords such pushovers! Why!
‘You’re the biggest pushover of them all.’

It was amusing to see the first and most generous pushover criticizing another pushover.

‘Now I just need to decide how to receive Gluttony’s power.’
-Wait, hold on!

Wrath quickly raised his hand as I began to smile.

-You’re not thinking of receiving it in a different form instead of a flower bracelet, are you?
‘So what if I am?’

Though they weren’t visible now, all three flower bracelets were entirely to Wrath’s taste. I wanted to receive this one in a different form.

-You have no aesthetic sense! Don’t you understand color coordination!
‘I do understand it.’
-Then why!
‘Because I dislike flower bracelets even more.’
-Absolutely not! The True Demon King cannot tolerate mismatched colors!

Wrath shook his head, unwilling to compromise on this point.

‘Then worry about your own color coordination.’

I brushed him aside and gestured to Gluttony.

“Gluttony.”

Raon toyed with the two Demon Lords, a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

“On the True Demon King’s wrist, I’ll place your power….”

I was in the midst of explaining the method of transferring my power to Gluttony by pointing to my wrist.

“What are you doing right now?”

A heavy, sonorous voice descended from above Gluttony, as if pressing down upon my ears with great weight.

“Huh…?”

I lifted my gaze and swallowed hard. Above Gluttony’s head, resting his chin there, was a Young Man.

A tall, handsome youth with black hair and golden eyes, his skin slightly tanned. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black vest, a golden monocle adorning his right eye.

‘What is this creature….’

Unlike Gluttony, who warped space merely by breathing, this being radiated no presence whatsoever despite standing directly before me.
Had the ground not been slightly depressed beneath him, I would have mistaken him for an illusion.

-So he has come after all….

Hearing Wrath’s groan, I began to understand who this man was.

‘Wrath. Could it be….’
-Your suspicion would be correct.

Wrath nodded heavily.

-The Lord of Greed. Grid.

The moment I heard the name Grid, a chill ran down my spine.

Since Silkret was Grid’s subordinate, I had considered the possibility of his appearance.

But I never expected him to arrive at this moment. This was the worst possible scenario.

“Grid.”

Gluttony lifted her eyes to gaze at Grid, who rested his chin on top of her head.

“Why are you here?”
“Because you devoured my subordinate.”

Grid looked down at Gluttony with a soft chuckle, his face radiating composure and amusement despite the loss of his subordinate.

“I was already being scolded for that anyway.”

Gluttony glanced toward Raon and smacked her lips.

“Scolded? By whom?”
“Wrath.”

She raised her hand, pointing toward Raon.

“Wrath, you say….”

Grid’s golden eyes swept across Wrath’s form with an unsettling intensity.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s clearly human.”

Upon hearing the word “human” directed at Grid, every hair on his body stood on end.

“Human?”

Gluttony tilted her head as if questioning what he meant.

“But the hair color, the eyes, the demonic energy—they’re all Wrath’s.”
“Exactly. The hair color, the eyes, the demonic energy—they’re all that squad leader’s. However….”

Grid’s lips curled into a long, sinister smile.

“That one is human.”

He nodded with conviction.

“….”

I offered no response. My gaze remained sunken and distant, yet my heart hammered against my ribs as though it might burst free.

-As expected, that bastard notices everything.

Wrath didn’t appear particularly pleased despite being discovered by Grid. If anything, irritation flickered across his expression.

-I’ve told you before. Greed and Pride are different from the fools you’ve made into pushovers.

He flicked his fingers.

-Prepare to surrender your body to the True Demon King. One misstep, and you’ll cross a river from which there is no return.

Wrath spoke in hushed tones, his gaze never wavering from Grid. For the first time, he appeared genuinely tense.

‘…Damn it.’

I bit my tongue lightly and deliberately inflicted direct damage to the mana circuits in my shoulders and arms.
If deception wouldn’t work, I’d truly have to unleash the Demon Lords’ Descent, so I created the wounds intentionally.

“That’s not it.”

Gluttony still pouted her lips skeptically.

“Then I’ll just ask directly.”

Grid turned his gaze toward me. His golden eyes, as though omniscient, gleamed with a faint radiance.

“How much longer do you plan to keep up the act?”
“….”

I met Grid’s eyes. I still revealed neither aura nor presence.

Yet merely locking eyes with him felt like sustaining internal injuries—my insides churned violently. I suppressed my trembling heart and lifted my chin with defiance.

“A mere commoner. You’ve hoarded nothing but gold, and now your eyes have turned to coins as well.”
“Ha!”

Grid swept back the hair falling across his forehead and let out an exclamation.

“You really do sound like Wrath. Those are the kind of words that division commander would say.”

He seemed to still believe I wasn’t Wrath, and he flicked his fingers with casual ease.

“Gluttony here and the others might have been fooled, but….”

A chilling light flickered across Grid’s pupils.

“I cannot be deceived. Who are you really?”

The moment I heard those words, my heart clenched tight. My breath caught, and my tongue felt numb.

‘I cannot afford to panic.’

If I stumbled over my words here, even Gluttony might begin to suspect. I had to push forward with unwavering confidence until the end.

“I had words for you as well. Your wretched underling dared to challenge the True Demon King.”

I pressed down the turmoil in my chest and twisted my lips into a sneer.

“I shall exact a price not only from Gluttony, but from you as well.”
-Hah….

Wrath exhaled a breath of air as he looked up at me.

-You truly are insane….

He shook his head in what seemed like admiration for me, continuing my act even in this situation.

“If you really are Wrath, then I can certainly pay the price. However….”

Grid narrowed his eyes while maintaining his smile.

“You’re not Wrath.”
“More bullshit….”
“Want to know why I’m so certain?”

He lifted his finger and tapped his monocle with a sharp click.

“This lens reveals the true nature of those before me. I can see your wretched soul squirming like an insect, plain as day.”
“….”

I forced myself to maintain an expressionless face while biting the inside of my lip.

‘This is genuinely dangerous.’

If that lens truly could perceive one’s fundamental nature, then this entire act was meaningless. A chilling sensation pierced my chest like a needle.

“Fine, I’ll give you credit. Your acting is certainly flawless.”

Grid drew a faint smile and raised his slender, elongated fingers.

-This won’t do.
That won’t do.

Wrath shook his head firmly while looking Grid in the eye.

‘Time is running out.’
I don’t have enough time.

The distance between body and soul hasn’t widened enough yet to accept Wrath. A little more time was needed.

“I need to buy time no matter what… ah!”

To buy time, he went over their conversation so far, and there was something odd about what Grid had said.

“Are you saying my soul is worthless?”

When I wield the Ring of Fire, my soul reaches a level of dignity that even Wrath acknowledges.

Seeing Wrath, who had high standards, trivialize the quality of spirit that he had acknowledged made it clear that Grid’s words were mixed with lies.

‘The odds are favorable.’

There was no law forbidding a Demon Lord from lying. Wrath was simply unusual in that regard.

Regardless, I needed to buy time with whatever words I could muster.

“Merchant.”

I straightened my posture. Meeting Grid’s gaze, I drew a contemptuous smile.

“Did you truly believe the True Demon King would fall for such a transparent deception? Your mind must be as addled as your coin-counting hands.”
“Heh….”

Grid exhaled in disbelief.

“Truly, you lack humanity.”

He clapped his hands and chuckled softly.

“You’re right. No such artifact exists. But….”

Grid smiled faintly and removed his monocle.

“The fact that you are human remains unchanged.”
“The reason being….”
“A merchant’s instinct tells me so. That you are human.”

Grid waved his hand, indicating no further words were necessary.

“Tsk….”

I clicked my tongue sharply.

‘It won’t work.’

The instinct that had kept me alive until now spoke clearly. This golden-eyed Demon Lord was certain—I was not Wrath.

‘Time is running out….’

My hands trembled as conflicting thoughts assailed me—the certainty that I couldn’t unleash my full power if I surrendered my body to Wrath, the anxiety that using True Demon King Descent would inflict aftereffects with so little time remaining before the final confrontation, and the profound sorrow for everyone present in this place.

-Raon Zigheart.

Wrath’s fingers moved with heavy deliberation.

-Enough. Surrender your body at once.
‘What?’
-Even if that merchant is the root cause of this calamity, I am certain the contract was legitimate. I shall bear the responsibility.

He spoke of taking full accountability, reflecting on his earlier assertion that the Demon Race’s contract held no faults.

-By accepting me, I shall shoulder more than half the burden that would otherwise fall upon you.
‘Ah…’
-Decide quickly! If we delay further, neither option remains viable!

Wrath cried out, observing Grid’s eyes burning with murderous intent.

‘Damn it!’

I tore my mana circuits and organs wider. The pain should have been excruciating, yet tension numbed it—instead, my vision began to blur.

I felt Wrath’s essence seeping through the sword mark etched between my widening body and soul.

“No need for warm-ups.”

Grid raised his fingers with a bloodthirsty smile.

“For a mere merchant.”

I twisted my lips upward, enduring the agony.

“Your wit surpasses his, at least.”

Grid stepped forward with his right foot. His gait was light, as if taking a leisurely stroll, yet it transcended space itself. He already stood before me.

In that instant, time froze.

The entire world turned black, consumed by a monochromatic realm of white and shadow where past and present lives intertwined like knotted threads. Death itself seemed to draw near.

Before I could even feel Grid’s fingers cutting through the air, a searing pain erupted as the skin on my neck was sliced away.

Crackle!

As my skin tore and my cervical vertebrae began to shatter, my body and soul burst open like the shell of a clam.

Wrath seized that instant without hesitation, driving his soul completely into the Sword Realm.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed as the world’s flow twisted violently.

A deep blue radiance pierced through the darkened sky. A silver halo, like a downpour, washed away the demonic energy that had engulfed the entire Kingdom.

Above the World Tree of frost that tore through space and soared upward, a faint luminescence flickered.

Between the scattering azure leaves, a blue Demon Lord and a golden Demon Lord stood with their fingertips touching.

“That arrogant gaze. Now that’s what a division commander should be.”

Grid smiled deeply, as if he had foreseen this very situation. He remained composed even standing before Wrath.

“What exactly was that human?”
“What nonsense are you spouting?”

Wrath’s piercing gaze bore down upon Grid’s golden eyes.

“How long do you intend to deceive? Until moments ago, it was a human who dominated your body.”
“I am the True Demon King.”

Wrath straightened his spine, as if to embrace even Raon’s former weakness. His eyes gleamed with silver resolve.

“All of it—the insignificance of before and the arrogance of now—is me.”

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