The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 692

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Chapter 692

“I want to fight.”

I met Glen Zigheart’s gaze without wavering, his eyes carrying an air of noble dignity.

“I told you it was dangerous.”

Glen’s final words carried an overwhelming aura that pressed down upon the surroundings. I felt a pressure as if my shoulders might shatter.

“You could die losing to the Demon King, the Nambuk Alliance could attack as a group, or other Oma could assault you—and yet you still want to fight?”
“Yes. I still want to fight.”

I nodded, my fists clenched so tightly they bled.

“Ever since I made my oath of life-and-death combat with the Demon King, I’ve been able to grow faster than I did during my trainee days. As the day of the duel approaches, it’s become not a source of fear, but exhilaration at the prospect of further growth.”

As the date of my life-and-death duel with the Demon King drew closer, my fear of him faded, and anticipation for how far I could advance swelled within me. I grew curious about just how much more I could grow through facing him in combat.
I’m curious to see how much further I can grow through a duel with the Demon King.

I couldn’t afford to lose such an opportunity because of someone like Derus Robert.
I couldn’t miss such an opportunity because of a guy like Derus Robert.

“And that’s…”

It won’t be just me.

The Demon King, whom I encountered again, had grown so strong that he was unrecognizable. It seemed that both his power and spirit had developed as he waited for a life-or-death confrontation with me.

“The Demon King could have killed me and the Gwangpung Corps, yet he let us go twice. If it were before the duel, that would be one thing. But he’s not a man who would resort to tricks during a duel.”

King Roman is an oddball who had the chance to cut off my breath yet refrained from doing so. A man whose sole purpose in life is battle would never resort to dirty tricks in a life-or-death struggle.

“Thank goodness.”

Glen’s lips curved up in a faint smile.

“If you had tried to flee the life-or-death duel, I would have dragged you there myself. But since you’ve made your decision, there’s no need for that.”

He drew a small smile, seemingly pleased with my answer.
He had spoken of danger, yet it seemed he actually desired a fight. Truly, he was an inscrutable man.

“There is one more reason I must fight.”

I raised my index finger.

“The swordsman who attacked Ogram may appear again.”

I folded my finger and clenched my fist. Derus Robert could not have orchestrated this merely to hand Ogram over to the White Blood Cult Master.
That man was certainly aiming for something far greater.

“My life-or-death duel will become an opportunity to capture him.”
“Yes. It will be.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, as if he shared the same thought.

“I cannot leave that man as he is.”

His calm eyes took on an eerie hue.

I swallowed hard as I met Glen Zigheart’s gaze.

‘As expected, he is furious about what happened to Ogram.’

Glen Zigheart revealed profound rage toward the swordsman who wielded the aura of death.
The moment Derus Robert’s identity was revealed, he seemed ready to storm the Robert Family Estate.

“You…”

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue briefly before calling out to me.

“You thought that far ahead in such a short time?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if amazed that I had envisioned the future amidst such chaos.

“I simply thought ahead now that I had gained some breathing room.”

I rubbed the back of my neck and shook my head.

“There’s no need for modesty. The fact that you could think that way in such a situation is remarkable in itself.”

Glen waved his hand, saying that quick judgment was an advantage.

“Thank you.”

I gazed at Glen’s calm, settled eyes before bowing my head.

“Hmm?”

Glen narrowed the bridge of his nose, as if asking what I meant.

“I’m truly grateful that you trusted me.”

In truth, from Glen’s perspective, there was no need for him to listen to the absurd request that came in the middle of the night—that he save Ogram.

Yet after hearing of the strange events that had occurred in the Mental World, he had followed me all the way to the Beast Alliance. I had nothing to say but thanks.

‘And he saved my life as well.’

Glen had not returned through the Blood Spirit Passage. Instead, he had sought me out and blocked the White Blood Cult Master’s grasp.
The reason I survived was because of Glen’s choice.

“Ahem! That’s enough.”

Glen turned his body with a whooshing sound. He waved his hand lightly toward the back.

“There’s no need for such thanks. Thanks to you, I saved the beast, and became a benefactor of the Beast Alliance as well.”
“There is one more thing.”

I lightly tapped the blade of the Heavenly Sword.

“Thanks to seeing the Head of House’s sword, I was able to gain inspiration to establish a new Sword Realm.”

By observing Wrath’s Snow in Silence once more and Glen’s Thousand Swords Without Boundaries, I had determined the direction of the Sword Realm I should pursue.
Once I returned to Zigheart and completed my preparations, I would be able to grasp the foundation of the new Sword Realm with certainty.

“Cough, cough!”

Glen cleared his throat again and shook his head. His ears appeared to flush red.

“That’s just what you happened to see! I didn’t do anything!”

With that, he entered the Beast Alliance Leader’s palace where Ogram was.

‘Why is he upset…?’

I had thought that spending time with Glen today had brought us closer, but now it felt like we had drifted apart again.

“Sigh!”
“Ugh!”

As I tilted my head in confusion, Rimer and Sheryl, who had been watching from behind, groaned and struck their foreheads hard.

“Heh, heh, heh…”

Roen also let out a laugh lower than usual, as if exasperated.

“When will that shameless Head of House ever come to his senses…”

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White Blood Cult Headquarters, Palace of Blood God.

Boom!

Thick blood energy erupted in the pristine white space where crimson curtains billowed.

“How did those filthy wretches dare set foot in this sacred land!”

The White Blood Cult Master glared at her executives, her lips twisting with fury.

“It appears they forcibly opened an incomplete Blood Spirit Passage to infiltrate.”

The 10th Apostle bowed his head, hand pressed to his chest. His complexion had turned ashen, as if he’d sustained internal injuries.

“Those vermin….”

The White Blood Cult Master wiped away the blood trickling down her forehead with a rough gesture, then turned her gaze toward the Archbishop standing to her right.

“O-over fifty dead, and the wounded number twice that. The damage to the buildings and sacred artifacts is also severe….”

The Archbishop’s lips trembled as he received her stare, reporting the extent of the devastation.

“Damn it!”

The White Blood Cult Master bit her lip until it bled, her fists clenching tightly.

‘The damage is worse than I anticipated.’

The disciples stationed at headquarters, while not all executives, were each entrusted with critical roles.
The loss of so many vital assets sent a chill through her skin.

“What of the 8th Apostle?”
“She sustained severe internal injuries and will require extended recovery.”

The 10th Apostle lifted his gaze and exhaled a shallow breath.

“You look quite severe yourself.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes narrowed as she observed the bruising on the 10th Apostle’s cheek.

“It is not so grave as that.”

The 10th Apostle shook his head, insisting his injuries would heal quickly.

“…”

The White Blood Cult Master said nothing further, turning her gaze to the right. The First Apostle, standing with his spine rigidly straight, caught her attention.

“I too have sustained no grave internal injuries.”

The First Apostle placed a hand over his chest and bowed his head.

“All bluster.”

The White Blood Cult Master laughed coldly, her gaze settling on the 2nd Apostle one last time.

“I’m doing just fine, really.”

The 2nd Apostle twirled her hair around her fingers as she replied.

“You still haven’t mastered control over your blood essence.”

The White Blood Cult Master clicked her tongue, watching the shimmering haze of blood energy wavering around the 2nd Apostle.

“Born with nobler blood than anyone else, yet you remain in such a state.”
“That’s not something I can control on my own.”

The 2nd Apostle waved her hand dismissively, as if unwilling to hear it.

“You….”
“C-Cult Master, are you alright?”

The Archbishop’s fingertips trembled as he watched white blood trickling down the White Blood Cult Master’s head.

“Don’t worry about it. I took that blow intentionally.”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips into a thin smile.

“Intentionally….”
“Glen opened the Sword Realm as if telling that raccoon to exhaust the power of Ogram that he hasn’t yet absorbed. So I blocked it with my body, prepared to die.”

A golden madness gleamed across her black eyes.

“Once I recover from this damnable wound, the path to an even greater height will open before me.”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips upward, as if to say it wasn’t over yet.

“No matter what I must do, I’ll grind down that old man and consume him.”

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Robert Family Estate Office.

Derus Robert removed his leather gloves. He drew a twisted smile as he retrieved a fresh pair.

‘How exhilarating.’

A battle fought with lives on the line delivered a rush far more intoxicating than any game. My fingertips still trembled from the sensation of piercing through Ogram’s chest.

‘Of course, I didn’t venture there merely for pleasure.’

The White Blood Cult Master would assume she gained the most from drinking Ogram’s blood, but that was a grave miscalculation.

I too had reaped considerable martial achievements from overwhelming Ogram. In fact, I possessed the potential to grow far more than the White Blood Cult Master herself.

“Now the true beginning commences.”

Derus drained the liquor bottle sitting atop his desk in one gulp. He was greeting the rising sun with a warped grin when it happened.

Knock, knock.

Kubara entered the office with a soft knock.

“What is it? There should be time before the morning duties begin.”

Derus didn’t even turn around, merely flicking his fingers.

“An urgent message has arrived from our spy planted in the White Blood Cult Headquarters.”

Kubara knelt and lowered her head.

“Zigheart has launched an assault on the White Blood Cult.”
“…What?”

Derus Robert’s pupils, which seemed absolutely unshakeable, twisted with shock.

“Glen Zigheart, the Heavenly Sword Master, the Radiant Sword, the Slaughter King, and….”

Kubara swallowed hard and continued.

“Raon Zigheart raided the White Blood Cult Headquarters and rescued the Beast King.”

Even she seemed to struggle believing it, biting her lip.

“How on earth….”
“They say he used the Blood Spirit Passage, but even the executives haven’t grasped the exact details yet.”
“The blood. Did he drink the blood?”
“Yes. Fortunately, the blood consumption had already concluded.”
“….”

Derus rose from his chair. With his eyes closed, he gazed at the sun piercing through the clouds, then nodded serenely.

“This actually worked out well.”
“Pardon?”

Kubara’s eyes widened in confusion.

“Even if we had saved Ogram, the balance that was already shattered would not return. Moreover….”

A sinister smile spread across Derus’s lips.

“That man will never awaken.”

I had severed Ogram’s body and soul with the aura of death. No matter how powerful Glen was, the soul was not something to be carelessly touched, making his resurrection an impossibility.

“Rather, this situation has become ideal for instilling fear.”

If Ogram, whom Glen had saved, never awakened, it would carve a far greater terror into the Continent.
The incident of Zigheart’s assault on the White Blood Cult would return as a gain.

“The Nambuk Alliance must have received word by now. Has there been any contact yet?”
“That’s….”

Just as Kubara was about to respond, the office door opened without a knock, and Lepon Robert entered.

“Father!”

Lepon rushed over urgently and struck Derus’s desk.

“Is it true that the White Blood Cult Master defeated Ogram?”

His jaw trembled as though he couldn’t believe it.

“Where did you hear that?”
“Swordsmen returning from outside told me! The rumor has already spread across the entire Continent….”
“It cannot be true.”

Derus shook his head with a faint smile.

“The Demon King is one of the most resolute warriors I have ever witnessed. He could never fall to someone like the White Blood Cult Master.”

He grasped Lepon’s hand as he spoke.

“Y-yes! I thought from the beginning that it was false gossip!”

Lepon, who admired all of the Six Emperors, smiled with relief.

“Yes. Trust in him.”

Derus gazed at Lepon with warm eyes, and affection bloomed in his gentle voice.

“He is strong enough not to waver even if pierced by a blade.”

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“Why won’t he wake up!”

The Beast Alliance Master glared at the healer attending to Ogram’s treatment, biting his lip.

“It makes no sense that the Beast Alliance Master hasn’t awakened from mere wounds like these!”
“I… I don’t know.”

The healer shook his head as he examined Ogram’s wounds again.

“As the Beast Alliance Master said, he should have awakened by now under normal circumstances…”

He trembled his jaw, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“How could this be…?”

The Sran Tribal Chief, who had been holding Ogram’s wrist, opened his eyes with a groan.

“Sran Tribal Chief! Have you discovered something?”
“It’s… it’s something that shouldn’t be possible, but it appears the Beast Alliance Master’s body and soul have become disconnected.”

The Sran Tribal Chief clicked his teeth together, as if unable to believe his own words.

“The body and soul have become disconnected…?”

The Beast Alliance Master approached with a vacant expression, unable to grasp the meaning.

“The soul exists within the Beast Alliance Master’s body, but they cannot touch each other.”
“Then… what happens now?”
“If this continues, the Beast Alliance Master will never awaken.”

The Sran Tribal Chief lowered his head, as if there was no answer to this.

“What is this…?”

The Beast Alliance Master ground his teeth in disbelief before examining Ogram’s condition himself.

‘What is this…?’

His severely wounded body was returning to normal, and the distorted flow of his aura had also recovered, yet Ogram lay with his eyes closed and unresponsive—like a corpse, or perhaps a vegetable.

“…Is this sorcery from the White Blood Cult?”

Rimer furrowed his brow as he watched the Beast Alliance Master massage Ogram’s arms and shoulders.

“I have no idea. I’ve never even heard of it.”

Sheryl let out a sigh of regret.

“M-Master of the House.”

The Beast Alliance Master confirmed that Ogram wouldn’t wake no matter what he tried, then cast a pleading look toward Glen Zigheart.

“Step back.”

Glen Zigheart nodded and grasped Ogram’s wrist. After a moment, he shook his head, his brows furrowed deeply.

“The Sran Tribal Chief was right. His body and soul have been separated by the aura of death. If we touch this carelessly, even if he awakens, he’ll become a blank slate—a living husk.”
“Ah….”

My eyes widened as I listened to Glen’s words.

‘Severance!’

Ogram’s body and soul being separated wasn’t the White Blood Cult Master’s doing—it was unmistakably Derus Robert’s handiwork.

‘That damned bastard….’

It wasn’t just an ambush. He’d used Severance to split the soul itself. Truly, he was a vicious man.

“Master!”
“Ugh… ahhh….”

The Beast Alliance Master and the executives of the Alliance began wailing and weeping as they held Ogram.

I swept back my disheveled hair and wrinkled the bridge of my nose.

‘Damn it.’

I’d seen Derus’s Severance before, but I had no idea how to restore a soul.

I sighed and tried using Seolhwa’s senses, but the soul remained elusive—I felt nothing.

‘If only Wrath were here….’

If that cotton candy had been awake, I would have shown him exactly where to remove it the moment I saw it, but it was such a shame that he was sleeping.

‘Wait, the moment I saw it?’

Then….

I exhaled sharply and activated the Eye of Wrath.

Whirrrrrrr!

As Wrath seeped into my crimson irises, invisible things began to enter my field of vision.

‘That is….’

Black iron chains binding something white within Ogram’s body came into view.

Gulp.

I walked slowly forward and placed my hand on Ogram’s forehead.

“Benefactor? What are you doing right now….”

When the Beast Alliance Master tried to stop me, Rimer interjected and shook his head.

Whirrrrr!

Activating both the Eye of Wrath and the Ring of Fire simultaneously, I could vividly feel Derus Robert’s black blade that bound Ogram’s soul as if I could grasp it in my hand.

However, I did not possess the strength to tear that blade away at this moment.

“I may be able to save Ogram.”

I extended my hand to Glen Zigheart with crimson eyes infused with blue Wrath.

“Please help me.”

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