The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 683

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Chapter 683

-A new Sword Realm?

Wrath’s round chin jutted out stubbornly.

-You! Surely you’re not trying to imitate the True Demon King’s Seolhwa technique!
“Who knows?”

Raon lifted a finger and poked Wrath’s nose.

-How dare you! That won’t do! Do you know how much I suffered conceiving Seolhwa! Cough!

Wrath shook his head frantically, insisting that Seolhwa was his unique technique alone. He looked like cotton candy that had melted in the sun and curled up into a ball.

“I’m joking.”

Raon smiled faintly and waved his hand.

“At my current level, I couldn’t replicate Seolhwa even if I wanted to.”
-Ahem! Of course not. Seolhwa embodies my realm directly….
“But I did gain inspiration from you.”
-Inspiration?
“Yes.”

Raon looked into Wrath’s blue eyes and raised his index finger.

“So far, I’ve seen three types of Sword Realms. The first is the sustained type—like my Divine Demon Harmony or the Organization Master’s Eye of the Storm, which allow for prolonged combat.”

He raised his middle finger as he continued.

“The second is the installation type, like Dogyae’s Black Blade, which draws enemies into one’s own space. And finally….”

He extended his ring finger forward, pointing at Wrath.

“The instantaneous type—like your Seolhwa or the Head of House’s Thousand Swords Without Boundary, which annihilates enemies in a single strike. You could even call it an instant-kill technique.”

Wrath’s Snowfall Enchantment froze everything in sight the moment it activated, while Glen’s Thousand Swordless Strikes tore enemies apart with three streams of blade force—lightning, earth, and heavenly sword.
Both were lethal techniques that drew upon their full power to crush their opponents.

-So you’re saying you’ll create one….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he grasped my meaning.

“That’s right.”

I smiled and held up a single finger.

“I’m planning to create an instant-activation Sword Realm like yours and the Head of House.”

The Divine Demon Harmony Technique had the Cyan-Red Undefeated Sword to ornately cap it off, but it couldn’t match the raw power of instant-activation types that exploded all their force the moment the Sword Realm was triggered.

I wanted to create a new Sword Realm that could crush enemies like Wrath had done to Grid.

-Kekrok. If that’s what you mean….

Wrath nodded calmly, apparently thinking I wouldn’t copy Snowfall Enchantment.

“I never said I wouldn’t copy it.”
-W-what are you saying! Kekrok!
“I said you can’t replicate it—I never said I wouldn’t copy it.”

I grinned at Wrath’s widened eyes.

“How could I not copy such excellent reference material right in front of me?”
-You shameless bastard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying he knew it would be like this.
Yet for some reason, he let out a deflated laugh.

-Well, it won’t matter. It won’t be an easy path for you. Kekrok!
“Not an easy path? Why?”
-Because you’re hiding a lot. Kekrok!

He shook his head with a mocking sneer.

-As I mentioned before, once you transcend, trivial elements like emotions become crucial. The reason the True Demon King’s Seolhwa possesses such formidable power is because it reveals everything one possesses.

Wrath brought both hands together as he had when deploying Seolhwa. However, unlike that time, the absence of fingers made them appear thick and bread-like.

-You possess a chilling murderous intent and rage unbefitting your age, yet strangely, there are moments when your heart appears oddly weak. Honestly, I still cannot fathom you.

He exhaled a heavy breath.

-No, even you yourself do not know what kind of person you are. Khelock!
“Hmm….”

I bit my lip slightly.

‘He’s right.’

Aside from my desire for vengeance against Derus and my wish for Sylvia, the Annex Building family, and the Gwangpung Corps to prosper, my existence felt hollow and empty. Just as Wrath said, I could not even measure myself.
I myself could not gauge who I was.

-The instant-release Sword Realm you speak of requires you to pour out your emotions just as you would expend your power all at once. It will not be easy for you now.
“That seems likely. But….”

I drew a calm smile.

“I still have time.”

Three months remained until my life-or-death battle with the Demon King. During this short yet long period, I would focus solely on cultivation, giving myself ample time for introspection.
Short if you looked at it one way, long if you looked at it another—either way, I would have enough time to reflect on myself.

-Time? You surely don’t….

Wrath’s lips trembled in disbelief.

-You’re planning to stay in this Cultivation Chamber for three months? Khelock!
“No, I need to leave ten days before then. So about two and a half months.
-Then what about food….
“This.”

I chuckled and pulled out a large cloth bundle from my spatial pouch containing only Nadin bread.

-Kyaaaaaaagh!

The moment Wrath saw the Nadine Bread, he shrieked and stumbled backward, just as he had when meeting Merlin.

-Get rid of it! Just looking at it makes me gag! My appetite vanishes! Gag!
“What else can I do?”

I tossed the Nadine Bread and caught it again with a laugh.

“There’s no better food to eat in the Cultivation Chamber than Nadine Bread.”

Nadine Bread had no smell, and eating just one piece brought complete satiation.
It was an essential element in the Cultivation Chamber, as vital as water itself.

-Gag, gag….

Wrath exhaled sharply and coughed repeatedly.

“Are you alright? Why are you coughing so much….”

I furrowed my brow deeply as I watched Wrath hunched over.
He had coughed before, but this time it showed no signs of stopping. Despite witnessing his immense strength firsthand, I found myself worried.

-There’s something I need to tell you because of this. Gag.

Wrath nodded slowly.

-When I descended upon you, the aftereffects caused spiritual damage to my true form. I’ll need to rest for a while.
“You sleep every day anyway.”

I tilted my head in confusion. This creature, who seemed to combine the traits of Sloth and Gluttony—eating when not sleeping—hardly had room to complain.

-This will be a much longer sleep.

Wrath shook his head, explaining that stabilizing his spiritual form would take considerable time.

-I enjoyed the festival and ate plenty of home-cooked meals and snacks to prepare, so the timing is perfect. Gag!

He chuckled softly, suggesting I eat plenty of Nadine Bread while he was unconscious.

“How much of the Demon King’s descent did you take on?”
-I took an appropriate amount. Cough!

Wrath laughed as he said this. It seemed he had lightened my burden somewhat.

-Don’t get the wrong idea! Does it look like the True Demon King would worry about a mere human? Of course, our sweet ice cream girl, pineapple girl, and beef girl are exceptions!
“So how well did you do?”

I frowned as I watched Wrath grin mischievously.

-It probably won’t happen until you face a life-or-death battle. I need to seize that body before you die. Cough!
“Then that’s fine.”

It didn’t matter if he wasn’t leaving permanently—if he was coming back, that was acceptable. In fact, it was better because I could focus on cultivation.

‘Wait….’

That’s fine?

At first, I had desperately wanted Wrath to leave, but now that he said he would just sleep and return, I felt oddly reassured.

It wasn’t because of Wrath’s abilities or the system’s rewards. I had grown deeply attached to that cotton candy of a being who chattered away beside me.

It seemed Wrath had become something different to me—neither enemy nor ally.

“Hey.”

I tapped Wrath’s forehead, shaking off my dizzy thoughts.

“If you take too long to wake up, I’m going to explore restaurants by myself.”
-Hmph! Don’t worry! The True Demon King will keep meal times… Cough!

Hearing that cough, I couldn’t bring myself to trust him.

-Still, I’m curious. How things will change.
“Yeah. Make sure to drop your jaw the moment you wake up.”
-Hmph. There’s one more thing besides you.

Wrath shook his head, saying not to get the wrong idea.

—It’s awkward to exchange pleasantries with you, so I’ll be on my way.

With those final words, he retreated into the bracelet. The ice-flower bracelet shimmered with a pale silver light before fading.

“Wrath.”

I tapped the bracelet and called out to Wrath. There was no response.

“Actually, I brought an ice cream too.”
—…You should have mentioned that earlier! Cough!

Wrath poked his face out from the bracelet.

“You’re not actually hurt, are you?”
—D-Don’t be ridiculous! The True Demon King doesn’t resort to such tricks!
“Doesn’t seem like it.”

I shook my head and retrieved the pearl ice cream that Sylvia had given me from my spatial pouch.

“Think of it as a final feast.”
—Final? Nonsense! I shall consume every single pearl ice cream that launches during my lifetime!

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After eating the ice cream, Wrath truly fell asleep.

“There’s another box of mint chocolate ice cream.”

Since he didn’t wake even when I mentioned mint chocolate, he seemed to be in a deep slumber.

“It feels strange having him quiet when he’s usually chattering endlessly.”

For no particular reason, I tapped my wrist and retrieved the holy painting the Saint had given me and the sacred orb I’d received from Hofen.

‘These two should be sufficient.’

Both the Holy Flame and Holy True Elixir were rooted in holy power, so there was no need to consume them separately.
If I received the Gluttony effect as well, I would not only replenish all the aura I had lost but have plenty left over.

‘But….’

What I truly needed wasn’t aura.

To create a new Sword Realm, I had to touch the Mental World.

I intended to use the Holy Flame and Holy True Elixir as conduits to enter the serene yet dizzying Mental World without wasting any time.

“Haa….”

I exhaled deeply and opened the wooden container holding the Holy True Elixir. Instead of the bitter scent of medicinal herbs, a crisp autumn breeze drifted out.

Next, when I opened the lid containing the Holy Flame, a sweet fragrance flowed out that made my mouth water. Both spiritual elixirs had a pleasant aroma, likely due to their holy power.

‘That cotton candy might have liked this too.’

I chuckled softly and placed both the Holy True Elixir and Holy Flame into my mouth. The Holy True Elixir melted like water the moment it touched my tongue, flowing down my throat together with the Holy Flame.

Whoooosh!

The moment the two spiritual elixirs infused with holy power confirmed they were not enemies, they harmonized and spread throughout my entire body.

It felt as though holy water tinged with gentle warmth flowed through my blood vessels and mana circuits.

The faint wounds remaining in my mana circuits healed instantly, and the damage to my bones and muscles vanished. The healing power was extraordinary.

The holy power, unsatisfied with mere healing, spread from my head to my fingertips, activating my body and senses.

I could feel the microscopic muscles and mana circuits as if they were within reach, and my five senses developed to an almost eerie degree.
I could even hear the sound of ants crawling across the Cultivation Chamber ceiling.

Just as I felt myself shedding the shell of my body, the holy power subsided and the mana within began to surge forth.

I circulated the massive amount of mana that burst forth from the holy shell according to the flows of Manhwagong, Glaceia, and Garunua.
Fresh aura filled the previously hollow dantian.

Perhaps because I had purified my body first before cultivating my aura, the energy accumulating in my dantian possessed a purity unlike any before.

The mana filling my dantian shifted its path toward the middle dantian, and before long, it was knocking at the gates of my upper dantian.

Whoooooosh!

The rich fragrance of mana and the sensations of my meticulously honed body naturally opened the gates to my mental world.

Brilliant light erupted!

With radiant luminescence, the world of swordsmanship I had cultivated came into view.

Upon the crimson and azure battlefield, the tender sprouts of swordsmanship continued to flourish, and the gentle wind that had claimed a modest corner of my realm had expanded its territory slightly.

However, at the center of the world, a black chasm rippled from the aftermath of the Demon King’s descent, and the eight rings of fire suspended in the sky creaked like a broken pendulum.

“Well then…”

I gazed at the twisted rings of fire and smiled faintly.

“Let me start there.”

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“That’s enough for today.”

When the moon revealed a soft smile, Rimer clapped his hands.

“It’s getting late, so clean up.”

He announced that today’s training would end here and let out a yawn so wide his mouth nearly split.

“Yes.”

The Gwangpung Corps responded curtly, their strength sapped by the relentless training, and bowed their heads.

“I’m exhausted.”
“Tell me about it. Dogyae pushes us hard in the morning, and the Vice Commander crushes us in the afternoon.”
“Of course, it’s nothing compared to the Organization Master.”
“But why is the Vice Commander suddenly so intense?”

As the swordsmen chatted and began tidying the Training Ground, one person thrust their blade forward with even greater vigor.

It was Lunan Slion. She slowly raised her sword, which gleamed with moonlight, and conjured a single ice flower.
Her blade dance, accelerating gradually, fell as gracefully as a painter’s brush, sketching dozens of Seolhwa across the air.

Ching!

As Lunan Slion brought her sword down, the ice flowers that had floated like a beautiful garden shattered in an instant.
Had she infused her inner force into them, a frost storm would have erupted and devastated the entire area.

“Hey!”

Martha frowned as she watched frost fragments settle across the Training Ground.

“Don’t get cocky. I’ll catch up to you soon enough. Keep your neck ready.”
“Pfft.”

Lunan Slion scoffed at Martha with cold eyes.

“Tch!”

Martha snorted sharply as if ready to charge forward immediately.

“Your realm might be higher! But I’ll beat you in a fight! Come on!”
“Just calm down. How do you two fight every single day?”

Burren Zigheart stepped in front of Martha and shook his head.

“That mute just mocked me! You saw it!”
“I saw you picking a fight first, though?”
“I just said I’d catch up! She’s the one who got stronger on her own like a coward!”

Martha raised her fist, calling it unfair.

“Hmm, that’s true….”

Burren Zigheart nodded briefly and turned his gaze toward Lunan Slion.

“Lunan. Your progress suddenly surged. What happened in Schpern?”
“I’m not sure.”

Lunan Slion shook her head with serene eyes.

“Ever since I woke up there, my training has been going well.”

After losing consciousness in the Sufer Kingdom and awakening, my aura had increased, my body had grown stronger, and my swordsmanship naturally advanced. All I had done was sleep and wake up, which bewildered even me.
I just woke up from sleep, and I was confused by it myself.

The chill emanating from Raon during his trainee days felt similar to when my strength had grown.

“Hmph.”
“Ugh! That emotionless snort irritates me even more! Let go!”
“Rakshasa woman. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow, you brat.”

Lunan waved at Martha, whom Burren was stopping, and left the 5th Training Ground. Instead of heading to the Dormitory, she headed to the Slion Main Residence.

I leisurely returned to the Family Estate while people-watching in the Bustling District, but there was one thing different from usual.

“Huh?”

What is it?

The entrance hall light that was always on when he returned home was off.

I spread out my perception just in case, but there was nothing particularly unusual about the movements of the people inside the mansion.

Lunan Slion squinted slightly as he opened the Entrance Hall door and carefully stepped inside.

“When did you arrive?”
“When did you arrive?”

Whether it was because the lights were off, the attendants bowed their heads in surprise.

“I just arrived.”
“Lunan!”

At the sound of Lunan’s voice, Rokan and Clara emerged from the Dining Hall.

“You’re a bit late.”
“Yeah. But why….”

Lunan tilted his head, gesturing toward the darkened Entrance Hall.

“Oh, sorry about that. I was lost in thought.”
“….”

Rokan scratched the back of his head, and Clara laughed awkwardly.

“Since you’re late, let’s eat first.”

He placed a hand on Lunan’s shoulder and walked toward the main Dining Hall.

“….”

Lunan narrowed his eyes as he watched Rokan and Clara’s backs disappear. Something had definitely happened—their usual warmth was replaced by an awkward tension that even his parents couldn’t hide. He decided to play along for now and took his seat at the table.
Seeing the awkward demeanor of Dad and Mom, who would normally have suggested giving me a hug, made it clear that something had definitely happened. For now, I pretended not to notice and sat down at the table.

Nothing happened during the meal. The food was delicious, and even my favorite mint chocolate ice cream was served.

However, Rokan Slion and Clara’s expressions were still awkward. Even though they were smiling on the surface, their eyes grew serious at intervals.

“Dad.”

Lunan Slion set down the marble ice cream that he hadn’t finished eating.

“Well….”
“Hmm…”

Rokan Slion couldn’t answer right away and furrowed his brow.

“Does it show a bit?”

Clara sighed and asked.

“Very much.”

Lunan nodded, saying he couldn’t recognize me anymore.

“Well, you’re not a child anymore.”

Rokan Slion scratched his bangs and nodded.

“I debated whether to tell you or not, but I think it’s better to inform you so you can prepare.”

He exhaled deeply and continued.

“We’ve received word that a Strange Being wearing Baphomet’s helmet and wielding a greatsword has been spotted in the South. It seems Sylvia is still alive.”

Rokan Slion bit his lip until blood came.

‘It must have become a trauma for him.’

For Lunan, Sylvia was more than just an enemy.
If I told him that monster was alive, Lunan would be afraid, but it was better than being caught off guard without knowing anything, so I decided to inform him.

“Still, there’s no need to worry.”

Rokan Slion raised his fist.

“Your father won’t let him lay a finger on you….”
“That’s what it was?”

Lunan muttered “It’s nothing serious” and grabbed his ice cream again.

“L-Lunan?”

Clara’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I thought your brother was alive.”

Lunan put the ice cream in his mouth and nodded calmly.

The goat, which had become Baphomet’s symbol, had been called a demon’s beast since ancient times.
Since its neck could survive being twisted or broken, I had anticipated he was still alive from the moment I heard that Sylvia’s corpse had vanished.

“Father and Mother don’t need to worry.”

A faint smile played at the corners of Lunan’s lips. Her pale violet eyes no longer held any trace of fear toward Sylvia.

“I’ll be the one to destroy him.”

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“Phew….”

I exhaled a long breath and lowered my gaze. The black cracks that had ravaged my Upper Dantian were completely sealed, and new shoots of swordsmanship bloomed across the darkened terrain.

The rings of fire rotating in the sky had also been fully restored, and the eight rings resonated together, emanating a solemn resonance.

‘Faster than I expected.’

It was a path I had walked before, and since Wrath had taken much of it, I was able to mend the wounds of my Upper Dantian far more quickly than anticipated.

‘Now to forge a new Sword Realm…hm?’

As I was rotating my wrist and smiling, several swords I had never seen before began to rise beside the slowly rotating rings of fire, tracing grand arcs across the sky.

“Could it be….”

I trembled as I recognized the familiar form of one of the blades.

“The Heavenly Sword?”

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