The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 688

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Chapter 688

“Hmm….”

Rimer ran his hand roughly through his hair as he met Raon’s resolute gaze.

“It’s impossible right now.”
“Why?”
“The Beast King’s fall is a far greater matter than you realize.”

He shook his head while scuffing his shoe against the Training Ground floor.

“All departures outside Zigheart Territory have been forbidden, and every military unit conducting external missions has been ordered to return immediately.”
“Ah….”

Raon let out a low groan upon hearing those words.

‘That’s right.’

It was only natural.

The Six Emperors and the Five Demons had maintained a delicate balance for decades.

Each faction vied for supremacy on the Continent, so if they clashed, neither side could achieve an easy victory.

The loser would face annihilation, and even the victor would suffer catastrophic losses—hardly cause for celebration.

And would the other powers simply stand idle while a wounded victor bled?

A wounded lion fell to hyenas. The Six Emperors Five Demons weren’t alone—organizations like the New Rising Powers would surely come swarming with hunger in their eyes.

Expecting aid from the other Six Emperors or Five Demons was futile.

‘The Six Emperors Five Demons aren’t bound by ties of necessity.’

I exhaled a long breath.

‘This is serious.’

If Ogram had lost to the White Blood Cult Master, it wasn’t just the Beast Alliance that would crumble—the Six Emperors themselves might fall.

‘The bigger problem is….’

The White Blood Cult had suffered minimal losses.

It wasn’t the White Blood Cult versus the Beast Alliance—it was the White Blood Cult Master and Ogram fighting one-on-one. The White Blood Cult remained undiminished.

I couldn’t destroy the White Blood Cult, and the factions following Oma would rise like wildfire. It was the worst possible scenario in every way.

‘Which is why….’

I had to go to that place even more urgently.

Even if I couldn’t save Ogram, I might uncover clues about the White Blood Cult Master and Derus Robert. I had to go to the Chiran Tribe no matter what.

“Hmm….”

Rimer scratched his chin and smacked his lips.

“Sounds like there’s an important reason for this.”
“Yes. I must go.”
“Then there’s only one way.”

He pointed his finger toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Question the person who gave the order.”
“It’s late….”
“He’ll be awake.”

Rimer flicked his finger lightly.

“The old lose their sleep.”

He laughed, saying something that would make Glen strike him with lightning if he heard it.

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“Haaa….”

The White Blood Cult Master withdrew her crimson lips from Ogram’s neck. She gazed at the two puncture wounds adorning his throat and smiled with unbridled ecstasy.

“To think it would be this exquisite.”

The moment I absorbed Ogram’s blood, an indescribable rapture flooded through me.
Wounds that ravaged both body and soul—injuries that should have left me collapsed—healed in an instant, and an uncontrollable surge of vital essence overflowed within me.

I had tasted the blood of transcendents before, but this was my first time draining one stronger than myself. It exceeded all expectations.

Even without fully assimilating Ogram’s blood into my own essence, I could feel my White Soul Aura ascending to heights I had never reached.

“Congratulations on your ascension.”

The 10th Apostle bowed deeply to the White Blood Cult Master.

“Ascension? No, this is merely the beginning.”

The White Blood Cult Master waved her hand dismissively toward the 10th Apostle. A deep blush rose across her alabaster cheeks.

‘If I convert all of Ogram’s essence into my own…’

I might even reach Glen Zigheart.

The power surging through me from mere blood consumption was already enough to cloud my senses. If I transformed this entire essence into my White Soul Aura, shattering the very sky of the Northern Region would be within reach.

‘But that’s not where it ends.’

With this newfound strength, I could target the leaders of the other Six Emperors Five Demons. Becoming the true hegemon of this Continent was no longer a dream.

“Things are about to become far more interesting.”

The White Blood Cult Master licked her blood-stained lips, her smile dripping with seductive allure.

“What about the Beast King?”

The 10th Apostle pointed at Ogram, whose breathing had grown shallow as if he were dead.

“Hmm….”

The White Blood Cult Master looked down at Ogram, her eyes narrowing to slits.

‘He said he separated the soul from the body.’

The Dragon Helmet Man had severed Ogram’s soul from his flesh, meaning he wouldn’t awaken through his own strength alone. I was curious to learn more about what kind of ability that was.

“Leave him be for now. I’ll examine him after my cultivation.”
“Understood.”

The 10th Apostle bowed his head as if he would obey whatever I commanded.

“And the remaining blood essence here… hmm?”

The White Blood Cult Master examined the back of her hand, her eyes narrowing. The back of the White Response Glove she wore was torn in a long gash.

‘Was it ripped?’

I hadn’t noticed during the battle with Ogram, the psychological warfare with the Dragon Helmet Man, and absorbing Ogram’s blood, but now I could see the White Response Glove was damaged beyond use.

‘It was a difficult fight, after all.’

Ogram was a powerhouse I couldn’t defeat one-on-one. Crushing him and absorbing his blood made losing this single glove a worthwhile trade.

“You absorb the remaining blood essence here.”

The White Blood Cult Master handed the torn White Response Glove to the 10th Apostle and nodded.

“But the 1st and 2nd Apostles are present… how could I possibly….”
“Don’t tell such lies without moistening your lips first.”

She let out a scoff and left the Sacrifice Chamber.

“…Thank you.”

The 10th Apostle gripped the shattered White Blood Cult Master’s weapon tightly as he bowed his waist behind her back. His eyes gleamed a pristine white as he slowly lifted his gaze.

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“You want to go to the place where the White Blood Cult Master and Ogram fought?”

Glen Zigheart looked down at Raon kneeling before him, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Yes.”

Raon bit his lip and lowered his head, refusing to be crushed by Glen Zigheart’s aura.

“It seems you don’t understand what situation has unfolded.”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze toward the window where moonlight streamed through, exhaling a turbid breath.

“Ogram’s defeat won’t end with him alone. Countless forces that have been crushed under the name of the Six Emperors will rise like a dam bursting.”

He tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne roughly, as if he too couldn’t believe the current situation.

“Oma won’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and will stand at the forefront, leading the wicked. The balance of the Continent has already crumbled.”

Glen Zigheart clenched his fist, noting that rumors of Ogram’s defeat were spreading at an unbelievable pace.

“If you move in this worst of situations, your fame—which rivals even Transcendents—will make those wicked ones who desire to become a second White Blood Cult Master pursue you relentlessly.”

Rarely, he revealed his sharp gaze while expressing concern for me.

“I won’t lose to moths chasing after fame.”

Raon tapped his chest, asking Glen Zigheart to believe in him.

“A thousand ants gathered together can even lift a millstone.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head calmly.

“No matter how strong you are, if countless enemies swarm you, you’ll be forced to retreat.”
“Still… I have to go.”
“Hmm.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he hadn’t expected me to insist on continuing forward.

“What is your reason?”
“….”

I didn’t answer immediately. I could have fabricated a reason, but since Glen had shown me his sincerity, I wanted to respond with equal honesty.

“During my training, I accidentally entered the Mental World.”
“Again? You entered it again?”

Rimer’s eyes widened as if the Mental World were some kind of convenience store.

“When I tried to leave after finishing my training in that world, Ogram suddenly appeared.”
“Ogram?”
“Is that true?”

Sheryl and Roen stepped forward simultaneously.

“Yes. In my world, that person….”

I explained how Ogram had taught me Gyeokhaemoo and martial techniques, showed me him fighting someone, and then was dragged into darkness.
I excluded the matter of Derus Robert’s death aura since I couldn’t be certain about it myself.

“He looked at me with eyes that seemed to be asking for help. That’s why I have to go.”
“That doesn’t make any sense….”

Sheryl’s jaw trembled with disbelief.

“No, it makes sense.”

Rimer cut off Sheryl’s objection.

“Raon wasn’t surprised when he heard the Beast King had been defeated. Rather, he seemed to think it was plausible. I found that strange, but now I understand the reason.”
“Heh….”

Roen stroked his beard with a hollow laugh.

“If that’s truly the case, I understand why Raon would want to go there.”

He nodded as if convinced.

“You said you learned the Crimson Fist technique from Ogram when you were with the Sran Tribe?”

Glen placed his hand on the armrest of the Jade Throne, his brow furrowing with intensity.

“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Teaching a martial art that could be called his own ultimate technique—that fool is truly dense.”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“I understand why you wish to go so badly. Of course, even with reason, it remains dangerous. The White Blood Cult or other members of Oma could still be lurking.”

Glen closed his eyes briefly, then opened them and shook his head calmly.

“Well, that’s…”
“So then.”

Just as I was about to furrow my brow, thinking Glen would ultimately refuse, his words continued.

“I shall accompany you.”

With those words, Glen rose from the Jade Throne. The vast aura that erupted felt so immense, as if a great mountain were ascending, that the very air seemed to twist.

“Huh…?”

I blinked in bewilderment.

“I said I would go with you. Do you object?”
“No, not at all.”

I shook my head rapidly, like a spinning wheel.

How could I possibly object…?

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Whoooooosh!

I emerged from the dimensional gate closest to the Beast Alliance and turned to look back.
Glen Zigheart, Roen, Sheryl, and Rimer followed in succession, their faces concealed beneath black hoods.

“Do you know the way?”

Glen Zigheart gave a light nod.

“Yes….”

Since the Chiran Tribe village wasn’t far from the Sran Tribe, I had already familiarized myself with the route.

“Lead the way.”
“Understood.”

I swallowed hard and took the lead, guiding the group forward.

‘What is this….’

Why were these people following behind me?

Three of the four were Grand Masters, and the remaining one was a transcendent being whose power rivaled the strongest on the Continent.
Though only four in number, they represented half of Zigheart’s total military strength.

The mere fact that they were following at my back because of my request felt overwhelmingly burdensome.

‘If I fail to find him, I might die….’

From what Glen Zigheart had said, it seemed Ogram had some connection to him. If I couldn’t find his trace, I might not survive.

‘No, that’s not the issue right now.’

I can’t forget Ogram’s final expression. I’ll worry about what comes next later—for now, I need to focus on finding traces of what happened here.

Screeeech!

I took a deep breath and pushed the Tae Hwa Bow to its limits. My body became a single black streak, tearing across the grassland.

Glen Zigheart, Sheryl, Roen, and Rimer exchanged glances behind me, their eyes gleaming with approval, before pursuing in my wake.

Since we were all Grand Masters or beyond, it didn’t take long to reach the Chiran Tribe Village.

Whoosh.

I stopped before a charred tree and crouched down.
Beast Alliance warriors blocked the entrance to the Chiran Tribe Village, making it impossible to enter directly.

[I sense no presence inside the village. Let’s slip in quietly.]

There could be a Duke among them, so it wouldn’t be good if word spread that Glen Zigheart had come here. I sent an Aura message suggesting we infiltrate covertly.

[Our Organization Master gives great orders!]
[That would be nice.]
[Hehehehe.]
[….]

Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen nodded in understanding.
Glen Zigheart said nothing. He simply looked at me, his hand trembling as he covered his mouth.

‘He really is peculiar.’

I shrugged and suppressed my presence. I vaulted over the half-collapsed wall and entered the Chiran Tribe Village interior.
The four behind me followed without making a sound, like wind slipping through a crack.

Fortunately, no one was inside. It seemed they’d stationed forces only on the perimeter, probably to avoid accidentally disturbing any battle traces.

‘Ha….’

I exhaled softly as I surveyed the village floor.

‘I don’t even need to search for where the fighting took place.’

There was no need to search separately for traces of Ogram and the White Blood Cult Master’s battle. The evidence of their clash remained scattered across the entire village.

“It started here.”

Glen pointed downward with his finger, indicating the ground beneath his feet.

“Yes.”

I nodded and stepped beside him.

“Ogram attacked first, and the White Blood Cult Master retreated using her blood energy.”

As I examined the traces on the ground, in the thickets, and on the walls, the entire battle unfolded before me. It matched perfectly with Ogram’s movements I had witnessed in the Mental World.
It was identical to Ogram’s movements that Dun had seen in the Mental World.

“The first attack seemed like a greeting, and that’s when things got serious.”

Raon followed the traces where Ogram’s footprints were deeply imprinted.

“How do you read the situation so well?”
“How do you know that so well?”

Rimer’s eyes narrowed as if to say this was utterly absurd.

“I’m not that quick at interpreting either…”

Sheryl also opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“You have a talent for this sort of thing too, I see.”

Roen, as always, only offered praise.

“It’s nothing special.”

She shook her head, saying it was all thanks to Ogram as seen in the Mental World.

“And here.”

Raon pointed at the bottom, which had been dug as deeply as if he had been shoveling.

“They clashed one final time here. The White Blood Cult Master deployed the Mara Blood Ritual Guanyin, and Ogram must have drawn out the Extreme Battle Technique to its peak.”

I knelt down and showed the deeper marks carved into the ground.

“If we only look at the traces here, it seems Ogram won, but someone else intervened at this point.”
“Intervened?”

Glen, who had been silent until now, narrowed his eyes sharply.

“Yes. I’m certain of it.”

This was the exact moment when Ogram stumbled in the Mental World—the place where Derus Robert had clearly stepped in and swung his blade.

“There’s no trace of anything here though?”
“I don’t see anything either.”

Rimer and Sheryl shook their heads in confusion. It was only natural.
If I hadn’t seen Ogram’s movements in the Mental World, I wouldn’t have known either.

“Indeed….”

Glen stroked his chin as he gazed at the spot I had indicated.

“It’s so natural that it feels artificial.”

He clicked his tongue, noting that an expert must have erased the traces.

“After that, he was pushed back one-sidedly.”

I traced Ogram’s movements as I had seen them in the Mental World and stopped before the muddy ground that bore no marks.

‘The final outcome was decided here.’

Ogram had poured all his strength into overcoming a one-versus-two situation, dealing damage only to the White Blood Cult Master while suffering at the hands of Derus Robert.

‘The problem is….’

It’s not just me who knows—I need to find evidence that everyone can see.

‘This will take some time.’

Since it would be a trace left after Ogram fell, I might need to search through this entire village.

‘No, wait.’

Raon stroked his chin and opened his eyes wide.

‘There’s a way.’

I recalled how Ogram left his trace and how I could find it.

Gekhae Mist.

If I used that formless, colorless energy that pierced through an enemy’s aura, I could evade the eyes of the White Blood Cult Master and Derus Robert.

Whoooosh!

Raon closed his eyes and drew up Gekhae Mist. I spread the energy that I normally operated only in the most minute ways outward from my body like a sensory probe.

Since this was my first time dispersing Gekhae Mist into empty air, my head throbbed, but I endured it and gradually expanded the range.

‘Hm…?’

When my skin began to sting, I felt a small current tickling the Gekhae Mist from the ground ten paces to my right.

‘Is it over there?’

While maintaining Gekhae Mist, I dug into the ground where I had just received the signal.
If Ogram left a trace after falling, he couldn’t have buried it deep, so I moved my fingers carefully.

After digging through the mud about five times, a small scrap of cloth wrapped in Gekhae Mist’s energy came into view.

‘This is it!’

I felt the aura of death emanating from inside the cloth scrap. It was undoubtedly a trace Ogram left behind.

‘Impressive.’

Because the Formless Technique wrapped the aura of death in something colorless and shapeless, even Derus Robert seemed to have failed to notice it.

‘However….’

There was no vital essence.

Unfortunately, the cloth fragment contained only the aura of death—the vital essence of the White Blood Cult Master was nowhere to be found.

Tsk.

As I clicked my tongue in disappointment, Glen Zigheart shook his chin.

“Look beneath it.”
“Pardon?”

I lowered the hand holding the cloth fragment and brushed away more mud, revealing a milky white wave trapped against the cloth piece.

Uuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword, upon seeing the white wave, unleashed a fierce sword cry.

“It seems….”

Glen Zigheart gazed at the darkly soaked cloth fragment, his lips curling upward.

“We’ve found it properly.”

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