The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 693

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Chapter 693

“R-Raon! Stop right there!”

The Sran Tribal Chief raised his arm to block my path.

“It’s dangerous! Not just for your brother, but for you as well!”

He called Ogram “brother” rather than “Alliance Master,” shaking his head firmly.

“The death aura binding your brother’s soul has already transcended the realm of martial arts. It touches the domain of curses achieved through magic and sorcery! If you touch it carelessly, you’ll suffer the same fate!”

The Sran Tribal Chief cried out, concerned not only for Ogram but for me as well, insisting I not take this lightly.

“I understand.”

I nodded heavily, meeting the Sran Tribal Chief’s trembling gaze.

“Still, I must do this. I’m confident I can succeed.”

As the Sran Tribal Chief said, the death aura that Derus Robert commands is a power that transcends the principles of martial arts. Attempting to save Ogram could wound my own soul as well.
My spirit could suffer damage in the attempt.

But thanks to the Eye of Wrath and the Ring of Fire, I could vividly perceive the death aura binding Ogram’s soul. At this moment, I could save Ogram without any harm whatsoever.
Now was the time to act.

“Benefactor, I also oppose this.”

The Beast Alliance Master stepped forward, biting his lip.

“If both the Alliance Master and you face danger, it’s better not to proceed. If you are injured, I would have no face to show him when he awakens.”

He too shook his head, sharing the Sran Tribal Chief’s sentiment.

“Do you think your brother wouldn’t understand that?”

Garona pushed the door open forcefully and entered the chamber.

“Brother values Master more than anyone else in this place. If that weren’t true, I wouldn’t have come here, nor would I have stormed the White Blood Cult Headquarters! If Brother says he can do it, then he truly can!”

He approached Raon’s side and gave a firm nod.

“I believe in you, brother. I hope you’ll do this.”

Garona spoke of his trust while striking his fist against his own chest. Blood seeped from the bandages wrapped around his shoulders, likely from the strain of the gesture.

“Hmm….”
“That is….”

When Garona, Ogram’s disciple, declared his faith in Raon, both the Beast Alliance Master and the Sran Tribal Chief fell silent and said nothing more.

“Ahem!”

At Glen Zigheart’s deliberate cough, I turned around. Realizing I was still gripping his wrist, I hastily released it.

“My apologies.”
“….”

Glen didn’t respond. He gazed at his slightly reddened wrist before lifting his eyes to meet mine.

“Are you confident?”
“Alone, it’s impossible. But if the Head of House assists me, it’s possible.”
“Then I’ll take responsibility.”

He stepped forward and nodded calmly.

“Pardon?”
“H-Head of House?”
“It means if something goes wrong, I will bear all responsibility.”

Glen waved his hand, placing everything upon his own shoulders. The melancholy atmosphere that had surrounded him as he gazed upon the unconscious Ogram shimmered with a faint crimson light.

“Head of House! You shouldn’t say such things….”

Sheryl reached out toward Glen in protest.

“Leave it be.”

Rimer stopped Sheryl and brought his mouth close to her ear.

“He’s just happy because his grandson held his wrist, that’s all.”

He whispered so only Sheryl could hear.

“Huh…?”

Sheryl let out a soft breath and looked at Glen Zigheart. Just as Rimer said, he appeared genuinely delighted.

“He’s not even a teenage girl. I don’t understand why he’s acting like that.”

Rimer shook his head, calling the old man tiresome.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen understood completely and let out a quiet laugh.

“I apologize. I have committed a grave discourtesy.”

The Beast Alliance Master bowed his head toward Raon.

“Neither the Head of House nor our benefactor need take responsibility. I simply ask of you—please save our Alliance Master.”
“Please!”

Not only him, but the Sran Tribal Chief and other executives bowed their heads as well.

“Brother.”

Garona grasped Raon’s shoulder, his voice full of trust. His fingertips trembled slightly.

“Please wait just a moment.”

Raon nodded calmly as he looked at the Beast Alliance executives.

“I will let you hear the Alliance Master’s bright laughter once more.”

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I steadied my breathing slowly and awakened Manhwagong.
With a heat that would not waver under any backlash, I examined the aura of death binding Ogram’s soul.

‘This is the starting point.’

Ogram’s soul was currently ensnared by the aura of death, much like prey wrapped in a spider’s web.
Since it would be difficult to unravel all the death aura surrounding the soul, I needed to find the thickest knots and sever them.

By operating the Ring of Fire, Manhwagong, and the Eye of Wrath at their peak, I identified eight knots where I could sever only the death aura without harming Ogram.

If I cut through those knots without error, I could save him without wounding his soul.

“Confirmation is complete.”

After verifying several more times, I turned around and nodded to Glen Zigheart.

“From now on, all you need to do is sever the places where I leave my mark with your aura, Head of House.”
“You have a clear grasp of this?”
“Yes.”

I showed a smile brimming with confidence.

“I know that Ogram’s body and soul are separated, but I don’t know exactly where or how they’re positioned. So….”

Glen Zigheart placed his hand over mine, which rested on Ogram’s chest.

“You do it yourself.”

The moment those words ended, Glen Zigheart’s brain energy seeped through the back of my hand.

‘This is….’

It was different from Manhwagong and different from Glacia. It was pure brain energy, as though it contained the lightning that dominated the heavens.
It was fierce enough to shatter all things in heaven and earth, yet warm as a spring day.

I swallowed hard as I watched Glen Zigheart’s eyes tremble faintly.

‘Is he offering me another lesson?’

Despite being capable of handling it himself, Glen had passed the opportunity to me—a gesture that felt like he was encouraging me to gain experience wielding thunder essence.

I recognized Glen’s intent and began to manipulate the thunder essence pooling across the back of my hand.
Thanks to Glen’s guidance, I could control the crimson thunder essence as freely as my own energy.

Crackle, crackle!

I swirled the thunder essence I’d received from Glen once, then drove it into Ogram’s body.

‘I need to move carefully.’

Ogram was currently in a vegetative state and couldn’t voice pain even if he felt it. I had to manipulate the thunder essence with utmost precision to minimize damage.

I exhaled slowly.

After steadying my breath, I drew the blade of thunder essence across the first knot I’d identified earlier—the one formed from death essence.

Shhhhwack!

Ogram’s body convulsed as though struck by tremendous force, and the first iron chain binding his soul snapped and dissolved away.

My concentration had reached its limit—despite severing only one chain, my entire body felt heavy, as if drenched in water.
I bit my lip and pressed forward, guiding the thunder essence toward the next death essence knot.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Thanks to Glen’s relentless support of my thunder essence, I managed to sever six more knots.

With each chain of death essence that fractured, color returned to Ogram’s complexion. His face, which had been pale as a corpse, began to flush with warmth.

“He’s… coming back!”
“Alliance Master!”
“Ugh…”

The Beast Alliance Master, the Sran Tribal Chief, and Garona watched as positive changes unfolded within Ogram, their eyes glistening with emotion.
The three of them gazed at Raon with clasped hands, as though pleading.

Raon gave a small nod and moved toward the eighth knot. It was the final one, but I couldn’t afford to let my guard down.
Dozens of strands of death energy were connected to that single knot.

‘This won’t be easy.’

The final knot was the first knot from Derus Robert’s perspective, and it still bound Ogram’s soul with unwavering strength.
If I moved my brain energy even slightly wrong, I risked severing Ogram’s soul itself, so I couldn’t move my hand carelessly.

‘Hmm….’

Just as I felt frustration and bit my lip, Glen Zigheart firmly grasped the back of my hand with the one transmitting brain energy to me.

“Trust yourself and act. You can do this, can’t you?”

Hearing Glen Zigheart’s voice conveying pure faith, the anxiety and pressure that had weighed on my chest melted away like morning dew.

Crackle!

I nodded to Glen Zigheart and drew forth the newly surging brain energy.
With the blade of brain lightning infused with Glen Zigheart’s noble will, I severed the final strand of death energy binding Ogram.

Kyaaaaaang!

Dozens of chains forged from death energy shattered, and Ogram’s liberated soul seeped back into his body.

“Haaa….”

I exhaled roughly and collapsed to the ground.

“It’s finished.”

I looked up at Glen Zigheart and nodded.

“Well done.”

Glen Zigheart seemed to sense the change in Ogram as well, offering a faint smile and patting my shoulder.

“He, he’s back! The Beast Alliance Master’s soul has returned to his body!”

The Sran Tribal Chief jumped up in shock.

“Then, does that mean the Beast Alliance Master will….”
“He should be able to wake up soon.”

Raon answered on behalf of the Sran Tribal Chief, who was too stunned to speak, turning to the Beast Alliance Master instead.

“Th, thank you! My savior!”
“Brother! I’m grateful!”
“Raon! You truly are….”

The Beast Alliance Master, Garona, and the Sran Tribal Chief rushed forward simultaneously and embraced Raon.

“Um, Head of House. Could you let go of my hand now….”

Raon laughed awkwardly as he glanced at Glen Zigheart’s hand, which still held the back of his own.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat loudly and abruptly turned away.

“Tsk, my grandson just held my hand and he’s already this delighted. If we embraced, he’d probably faint from joy.”

Rimer whispered to Sheryl and shook his head.

“He’s not just any grandson—he’s a remarkable one. If it were me, I wouldn’t have let him go.”

Sheryl smiled softly, understanding Glen Zigheart’s feelings.

“Indeed. Where else could you find a grandson so devoted to filial piety?”

Roen also laughed heartily, proud of Raon.

‘Hmm?’

As Raon was attempting to expel the lingering death aura scattered throughout Ogram’s body to the outside, his eyes widened in surprise.

‘What is this….’

Why was the aura of death spreading?

I attempted to scatter the death aura into the void, but it began seeping into my body instead.
Yet it caused no harm, quietly permeating my flesh and mana circuits before becoming the aura of Manhwagong.

“Hah….”

I exhaled in bewilderment, and Ogram’s forehead trembled faintly.

“Mm….”

Ogram slowly lifted his heavy eyelids. He swept his gaze across the people staring at him, tilting his head in confusion.

“Where am I….”
“Master!”
“Teacher!”
“Brother!”

The executives within the palace wailed and rushed toward Ogram.

“What, what is this! Glen, Raon—why are you two here!”

Ogram’s mouth fell open in utter bewilderment.

“Simply….”

Raon smiled faintly as he watched the confused Ogram.

“We came to repay a debt.”

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“…I see.”

Ogram pressed his lips together firmly after hearing the circumstances.

“I owe you a debt. A tremendous one at that.”

He sighed, uncertain how he could ever repay it.

“Don’t concern yourself with debts, you foolish beast.”

Glen Zigheart called Ogram a beast with familiar ease—a stark contrast to how he’d spoken during the Yukhwanghoe gathering—and snorted dismissively.

“I’ve received your help before, haven’t I?”
“That was when we were children. It wasn’t anything of this magnitude!”

Ogram furrowed his brow, as if to silence such nonsense.

“Help is help, regardless of when it occurred. You owe me nothing. However….”

Glen Zigheart raised his index finger, pointing toward Raon.

“Make certain you repay that boy properly. It was Raon who suggested coming here, who discovered your traces, and who found you. All of it.”
“Yes. I understand.”

Ogram nodded as though it were obvious.

“I’ve received a kindness I could never repay in a lifetime. Thank you, Raon.”

He spoke with genuine gratitude and grasped Raon’s hand firmly.

“Don’t hold hands.”

Glen Zigheart struck the back of Ogram’s hand sharply, as if to stop such foolishness.

“Hmm, he remains incomprehensible.”

Ogram let out a hollow laugh, bewildered.

“What’s a man beaten by a mosquito doing here.”
“I wasn’t beaten by that vampire! When I fought with her….”

He told me that a swordsman wearing a blue dragon helmet had attacked him during the battle.

‘A blue dragon helmet?’

Was that Derus Robert?

The Divine Sect Comedy Festival had mentioned that a man wearing a blue dragon helmet came to them and obtained information.
Since it wasn’t the Heavenly Demon, I had assumed it was someone from Eden, but it appears it was Derus Robert.

‘That bastard….’

What on earth was he thinking?

Despite working under Derus Robert for a long period and gathering considerable intelligence, I couldn’t fathom his true intentions.

“To be honest, even if we fought one-on-one, I couldn’t guarantee victory against him.”

Ogram’s clenched fist trembled weakly.

“At that level, he should be someone you know?”
“No, I’ve never seen him before. There was no one like that among the Six Emperors Five Demons.”

He furrowed his brow, saying it seemed as though an entirely new force had emerged.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart also clicked his tongue briefly, unable to think of a matching candidate.

“Beast Alliance Master.”

Raon approached Ogram while Glen fell silent.

“Did you perhaps experience anything unusual after losing consciousness?”
“Something unusual… Ah!”

Ogram clapped his hands loudly.

“After what those bastards did to me, while I was swimming through endless darkness, I saw a small light imbued with the flow of Gekhae Moo. It was a space that was warm yet refreshing, lighthearted yet weighty. Though brief, I remember entering that place and melting my heart. It felt like a dream, yet it didn’t feel like one.”

He nodded, remarking that it had been a fascinating experience.

“That must have been my Mental World.”

Raon recounted what had transpired within the Mental World.

“So that’s why you came searching for me….”
“At first, I thought you’d only come to teach me Gyeokhaemul, but after everything ended, I couldn’t forget the look in your eyes—as if you were asking for help.”
“Remarkable indeed.”

Ogram gazed at Raon with warm eyes.

“As I was falling, I thought of you.”
“You thought of me?”
“Yes. When I pushed Baek Eung-tu’s gloves into the Blood Spirit Passage, I thought only you or Garona would be capable of discovering them.”

He laughed heartily, satisfied that his faith had been rewarded.

“Raon. Thank you.”

Ogram closed his eyes, pouring sincerity into those simple words of gratitude.

“From now on, I wish to regard you as a benefactor of the Beast Alliance and as my grandson.”

He raised the arm that Glen Zigheart had beaten and grasped Raon’s hand once more.

“For you….”
“How dare you!”

Glen Zigheart’s face twisted into a demonic scowl as he struck Ogram’s hand away.

Crack!

The blow was delivered with such force that Ogram’s hand flushed crimson.

“If he’s a benefactor, treat him as one and nothing more! What grandson nonsense!”
“But I’m only grateful—”
“Silence! Unless you wish to engage me in a life-or-death duel, shut that mouth of yours!”

Glen shook his head fiercely, making it abundantly clear that such a thing was absolutely out of the question.

“Uh….”

As I stood awkwardly between Glen Zigheart and Ogram, messages began cascading across my vision.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[All stat points have….]
[The rank of the trait 【Eye of Wrath】 has….]
[The rank of the trait 【Ambush】 has….]
[New title….]

Reward messages from this ordeal streamed upward across my vision in succession.

‘What a shame.’

If Wrath had witnessed this, he would have thrown a tantrum, bellowing something like “There’s way too much! Has the system gone insane?!” But the fact that he was sleeping made me regret it deeply.

‘Huh…?’

I clicked my tongue in disappointment at missing the chance to tease Wrath, when the final message caught my eye.

‘Why is this appearing?’

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