The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 694

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Chapter 694

[A new trait 【Flame That Overcomes Death】 has been created.]

I swallowed hard as I gazed at the trait message that had appeared at the very end.

‘I can tell just by looking at it.’

【Flame That Overcomes Death】 was undoubtedly a trait that would allow me to endure Derus Robert’s death aura.

‘Why did this suddenly appear for me…ah!’

Could it be that I absorbed the death aura that had remained within the Beast Alliance Master’s body?

The death aura scattered throughout Ogram’s mana circuits melted into the Manhwagong and the Ring of Fire regardless of my will.
It seemed that the aura I had absorbed at that moment had created the Flame That Overcomes Death.

【Flame That Overcomes Death】
While the flames of Manhwagong burn, reduces damage inflicted by death aura.

I clenched my fists after confirming the trait’s description.
Just as I had felt upon seeing the trait’s name, the Flame That Overcomes Death was an ability that would allow me to withstand Derus’s aura.

‘This is an unexpected gain.’

The death aura that Derus wielded was, quite literally, a force with perfect matchup against all living beings.
Like with Ogram, it was a treacherous power that stole vitality and mental fortitude with merely a touch, so acquiring a trait to overcome it was an extraordinary advantage.

Even now, my goal remained the downfall of Derus Robert, and it felt as though I had solidified the foundation necessary to achieve that objective.

‘Let me check the other messages as well.’

I suppressed the laughter threatening to burst forth and examined the other messages.

[You have achieved a Great Achievement.]
[All stats increase by 20 points.]
[The grade of the trait 【Wrath’s Magic Eye】 has increased.]
[The grade of the trait 【Ambush】 has increased.]
[A new title 【Savior】 has been created.]

‘As expected, the system rewards me for what I’ve accomplished.’

Looking at the grown traits and the newly created title, the system’s rewards were based on the achievements I had accomplished.
It seemed the system was always watching over me and bestowing rewards.

‘If Wrath’s words are true, it seems I possess a will…’

Wrath always said the system was something he favored and destroyed. Recalling those words now, the system didn’t seem to be a mere mechanism.

‘I’d like to meet it once.’

Since I had received so much help from the system and these messages, I wanted to meet it directly and repay that kindness.

‘I’m also curious about what kind of reaction Wrath would have.’

If Wrath saw me becoming closer with the system he had created, I was eager to see what kind of tantrum that cotton candy would throw.

‘Hey.’

I clicked my tongue briefly and lightly tapped the ice flower bracelet.

‘How much longer are you going to sleep?’

When he was around, I thought he was annoying, but now that Wrath had disappeared, everything felt bland—like eating bread without any flavor.

After tapping the bracelet once more and lowering my gaze, Glen Zigheart and Ogram, who were still fighting, came into view.

“What exactly is your problem?!”

Ogram furrowed his brow, unable to understand.

“I’m not going to sell Raon, I’m just going to take him as my adopted grandson and treat him well!”
“I have no need for a weakling who gets beaten down by the White Blood Cult Master!”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, telling the so-called adopted grandson to go find his answers elsewhere.

“I’m not your grandfather! I want to be Raon’s grandfather! Why are you making such a fuss!”
“My words don’t erase your defeat.”
“Ugh, it was two against one….”

Ogram muttered that he had no choice since he was caught off guard, biting his lip.

“If you bear the name of one of the Six Emperors, you shouldn’t lose even if it were twenty against one, let alone two against one.”

Glen tilted his chin as if he’d won the argument.

“If you’re done talking, focus on recovery. The Yukhwanghoe will convene soon, and you can’t participate looking like that.”
“Will it be a video conference?”
“It has to be. If all the Six Emperors gathered in one place right now, our headquarters could be attacked.”

He nodded as if it were obvious.

“Sigh, I’ve caused quite a bit of trouble.”

Ogram exhaled a bitter sigh and gently touched the wound on his chest where the blade had pierced through.

“I’m too ashamed to even lift my head.”
“And yet you were spouting nonsense about taking Raon as your adopted grandson?”
“T-that’s different! There’s just so much I wanted to do for him….”

As he tried to make excuses to Glen, the Beast Alliance Master opened the door and entered.

“Master. I’ve brought them.”

The Beast Alliance Master handed Ogram a thin booklet and a wooden case he was holding.

“Good work.”

Ogram looked at the booklet and wooden case he’d received from the Beast Alliance Master, then gestured to Raon.

“Raon. Come over here.”
“Yes.”

I nodded and approached Ogram’s bedside.

“Take it.”

Ogram immediately held out the booklet and wooden case he had just received.

“Pardon? Why would you….”
“I saved the Beast Alliance Master. It would be unthinkable to repay that with mere words.”

He laughed brightly and shook the booklet and wooden case lightly.

“This book is a supreme martial art called the White Lotus Divine Scripture, and inside the wooden case is the Beast Alliance’s finest elixir—the Luminous Lotus Pill. Take it without hesitation.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ogram tossed the booklet and wooden case toward me.

“Ah….”

I caught the White Lotus Divine Scripture booklet and wooden case suspended in mid-air, exhaling softly.
A dense warmth radiated from within the wooden case. Just as Ogram said, it appeared to contain a cultivation elixir.

“I will accept the martial scripture, but wouldn’t it be better for the Beast Alliance Master to consume this elixir and recover your body more quickly?”

Saying this, I offered the wooden case back to Ogram.

“Krhrhrhrhh!”

Ogram swept back his disheveled hair and let out a low chuckle.

“See? This is exactly why I want to make Raon my successor.”

He gestured with his finger toward Glen.

“Raon is probably the only one who would say something like that with genuine sincerity while staring directly at the Luminous Lotus Pill.”

Ogram’s eyes gleamed with approval as he returned the wooden case to me.

“I’ve consumed the Luminous Lotus Pill three times already. As you likely know, the efficacy of the same elixir diminishes significantly with each consumption. At this point, it holds no value for me whatsoever.”
“I see….”

As he said, repeatedly taking the same elixir would halve its effectiveness.
If Ogram had truly consumed it three times, the Luminous Lotus Pill would be nothing more than a low-grade elixir to him.

“Take it. Your hand’s trembling.”
“Thank you.”

I lowered my head and carefully received the wooden box containing the martial arts manual of the White Lotus Divine Fist and the Luminous Lotus Pill.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart’s lips twitched with satisfaction as he heard Ogram’s praise directed at me, and he let out a pleased cough.

“Well then, don’t I deserve to be your adoptive grandfather at this level…?”
“Nonsense.”

Glen Zigheart’s brows furrowed fiercely as if his good mood had never existed.

“Do you wish to engage me in a life-or-death duel?”
“You make a fuss even when I say I’ll treat you well.”

Ogram shrugged his shoulders as if it were absurd.

“Ha ha…”

Caught between the absolute beings of the Six Emperors, I could only laugh awkwardly.

“If you’re going to do that, why not step forward and take care of him attentively yourself?”

Rimer let out a hollow laugh and whispered into Sheryl’s ear.

“The old man’s just full of jealousy—ack!”

He caught sight of Glen Zigheart’s eyes, split like a predator’s, and swallowed his breath.

“He must still be getting used to it.”

Sheryl exhaled softly and shook her head.

“How much longer! I can’t stand this frustration.”

Rimer tapped his chest as he complained, but this time he didn’t forget to carefully gauge Glen Zigheart’s reaction.

“The fact that you’ve come this far means your heart is opening up little by little.”

Sheryl gazed at the awkward grandfather and grandson with her pale, luminous eyes.

“So when will the Yukhwanghoe convene?”

Ogram looked at Glen Zigheart with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Given Chamber’s personality, it wouldn’t be surprising if contact came today. At the latest, it should begin tomorrow or the day after.”

Glen Zigheart lowered his fingers as he stated the council would convene within days.

“Head of House.”

I called out to Glen Zigheart, lowering my gaze slightly.

“Would it be possible for me to attend the Yukhwanghoe as well?”

Derus Robert would only know that Ogram had been rescued—he had no idea that Ogram had awakened. I desperately wanted to see the shock and astonishment on that bastard’s face.
I really wanted to see that bastard’s flustered and horrified face.

“It’s not a matter of whether I can attend or not—I absolutely have to do it.”

Ogram raised his hand as if it were obvious.

“That beast speaks the truth. You must participate without question.”
“That beast is right. You absolutely have to participate.”

Glen nodded as if he had no reason to refuse.

“And…”

Raon lowered his head as he looked at the two people.

“You don’t mean to say… you suspect there’s a spy of that prosecutor among the executives attending the Yukhwanghoe?”
“You can’t seriously think that one of the executives attending the Yukhwanghoe is that prosecutor’s spy?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he grasped my intention.

“Yes.”

I nodded in agreement.

‘He’s not just a member of the Six Emperors—he is one of them himself.’

Without concrete evidence, I couldn’t speak about Derus Robert.

“It would be wise to keep this hidden, as you suggest.”

Ogram nodded calmly.

“He’s read my nature well. The likelihood of a member of the Six Emperors being positioned high within their ranks is considerable.”
“Understood. I’ll proceed as you’ve advised.”

Glen Zigheart nodded with composure.

“Thank you!”

I bowed deeply to Glen Zigheart and Ogram.

“Now, all of you should leave.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head, indicating he had something else to discuss with Ogram.

“Yes.”

I left the Beast Alliance Leader’s Palace with a subtle smile playing at my lips.

‘I hope this begins soon.’

I was curious to see how Derus Robert would react when he saw Ogram participating in the conference.

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“You’ve changed quite a lot too. Or should I say you’ve returned to how you were before?”

Ogram lowered his trembling hand and let out a soft chuckle.

“Before Raon was born, you were the very definition of cold-blooded. Seeing how much you’ve changed, it seems that boy has had quite an influence on you.”

He nodded toward the door through which Raon had exited.

“That boy possesses a warmth that transcends mere strength. It’s no wonder you’ve taken on such an expression. I must admit, I’m a little envious.”
“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart let out a prolonged cough and lowered his gaze.

“Envious?”
“What?”
“I asked if you’re envious of having Raon as your grandson.”
“…You just said you were envious yourself.”
“Heh!”

He lifted his chin as if he’d expected that response.

“His martial talent is unparalleled throughout history, his reputation is impeccable, and he possesses both virtue and filial piety.”
“I’m already aware of—”
“And he has mysterious abilities even I haven’t fully grasped. He’ll surpass someone like you before he reaches thirty.”
“That’s exactly why I said I was envious.”
“And his looks—remarkably handsome at that. Some even say the greatest talent on the Continent isn’t his martial prowess, but Raon’s appearance itself.”
“Ah, stop it already! I’m getting annoyed and can’t listen anymore… mm.”

Ogram waved his hand, then his shoulders sagged as if his strength had drained away.

“Ogram.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as he observed Ogram’s trembling arm.

“…How severe is it.”
“Half. Or perhaps less than that.”

Ogram bit his lip as he stared at his own weakened hand.

“The White Blood Cult Master’s blood drain is troublesome enough, but the aura of death was far too immense. Its mere presence within my body corroded my vitality and mental state.”

He shook his head, calling it a dangerous force.

“Fool.”

Glen Zigheart’s voice carried not mockery but a sigh of resignation. A flicker of pity crossed his gaze.

“Yes. I was a fool.”

Ogram exhaled deeply, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling.

“I apologize. I can conceal it for a time, but I fear I cannot restore the shattered balance.”

He shook his head, acknowledging that the deception would not last long.

“How presumptuous of you to speak.”

Glen Zigheart looked down at Ogram and clicked his tongue.

“You were never a significant asset to the Six Emperors anyway.”

He turned his back without hesitation and headed toward the exit.

“Take care of yourself.”
“Go.”

Glen Zigheart heard Ogram’s final farewell and departed the Beast Alliance Leader’s Palace.

“A grandson…”

Ogram chuckled softly as he recalled Glen Zigheart’s noticeably brightened expression.

“I never thought I would envy that man’s family bonds.”

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I stepped out of the Beast Alliance Leader’s Palace and examined the martial manual of the White Lotus Divine Fist.

‘What is this?’

It was reading far too easily.

I had expected the supreme-level martial manual to be difficult to comprehend, but it entered my mind far more smoothly than anticipated.

“It feels easy, doesn’t it?”

Garona approached with a refreshing laugh.

“How did you know?”
“The foundation of the White Lotus Divine Fist is Explosive Fist Technique. As brothers, you should be able to master it without difficulty.”

He laughed, suggesting we test whose fist was more powerful someday.

“No matter what, I’ll still win in martial arts.”
“That concept doesn’t apply between brothers.”

Garona shook his head with a smile.

“I’m truly grateful, brother.”

He gazed at me examining the White Lotus Divine Fist manual, then bowed deeply at the waist.

“If you hadn’t been my brother, I would have spent my entire life in agony. I have no words but gratitude.”

Garona spoke with sincere appreciation, lowering his head until it nearly touched the ground.

“From this day forward, my life belongs to you, brother. Whenever you wish, this life of mine—”
“You said that before.”

I shook my head, meeting Garona’s fervent gaze.

“Between brothers, there’s no need for thanks. A simple greeting is enough.”

I said this while patting Garona’s shoulder.

“Heh, brother! This is the first time brother has called me brother! Brother!”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have….”

Garona spat out the word “brother” four times in a single breath. My head felt dizzy.

“Brother!”
“Back off a little!”

I pushed away the clinging Garona and frowned.

“Sniff….”

Rimer watched me and Garona, his nose twitching.

“You’ve grown well. If this were the Raon from his trainee days, he would never have called someone brother.”

He said I was admirable, his eyes reddening with emotion.

“Anyone watching would think you raised me.”
“Well, I did raise you?”
“No. I grew up just fine on my own.”
“Ugh….”
“Still.”

Sheryl smiled warmly as she watched me being tormented by Garona.

“It’s nice to see that child smile like that. He was cold at first, just as you said.”
“Hehe. That’s not quite it.”

Roen nodded calmly.

“Young Master Raon simply had difficulty gauging his distance from others. Like someone else.”

He smiled as he glanced back at Glen Zigheart leaving the Beast Alliance Leader’s Palace.

“Prepare yourselves. We must depart now.”
“A-already, sir?”

Garona exhaled sharply.

“I wish you could stay longer.”
“No, leaving now is the right call.”

The Beast Alliance Master shook his head, a crystal orb still in his grasp.

“The Yukhwanghoe begins at noon tomorrow.”

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The following day at noon.

I donned formal black attire and made my way to the Patriarch’s Hall.
Sheryl, Roen, Denier, and Valdemar had already arrived and were waiting inside the Audience Chamber.

I bowed respectfully to Glen before taking my place beside Sheryl.

“It will begin shortly.”

At Chad’s gesture, mages clad in black robes conjured five azure portals in the center of the Audience Chamber.

Whooooom!

After roughly a minute, Chamber emerged from the first azure portal, waving her hand—her witch’s hat towering larger than her own body.

“Can you see me?”

She flicked her fingers and popped a lollipop into her mouth.

Crackle!

Before Chamber could finish her greeting, a second blue portal flashed into existence, revealing Owen’s King Lecross.

“It has been a long time. I regret that we meet again under such circumstances.”

He bowed with the dignified posture befitting a knight.

Whoosh.

The third to appear was Derus Robert. He offered only a silent greeting, his complexion ashen and withdrawn.

I bit my lip thinly as I observed Derus’s performance.

‘Let me watch how that mask of yours shatters.’

I straightened my posture, suppressing the laughter that threatened to burst forth.

Rumble.

A fourth portal flashed black.
Unlike the others, no face was visible—only the sound of something churning and roiling emanated from within.

“It has been a while for everyone….”

A gloomy voice emerged from the black screen. It seemed the owner of that voice was the Tower Master.

“You shut-in! Show yourself at once!”
“Later….”

Chamber furrowed her brow as if demanding he appear immediately, but the Tower Master refused to reveal his face.

Crackle.

The fifth and final blue portal began trembling as if an earthquake had struck.

“The Beast Alliance’s screen is always like that.”

Chamber clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“If the Beast King has fallen, does that mean the Beast Alliance Master is participating?”

King Lecross exhaled sharply.

“Of course. He was the one who received the message anyway.”

Chamber nodded in agreement with King Lecross’s words.

Crackle!

Before the two could finish speaking, the window on the Beast Alliance’s side flashed brilliantly, and Ogram appeared with a refreshing smile spreading across his face.

“Thanks for gathering because of me.”

Ogram waved his hand toward the five transcendents.

“What, what?! Why are you there!”
“You were safe?”
“The, the Beast King?”

Chamber, King Lecross, and the Tower Master gasped, their voices trembling.

“What happened! Did you escape from the White Blood Cult?”
“I knew it! I believed in you!”
“Oh….”

Chamber and King Lecross displayed both shock and joy simultaneously.
The Tower Master’s black screen shook violently as if he too was trying to make himself visible.

“Ah….”

But Derus Robert was different. His darkened eyes trembled violently as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

I twisted my lips upward as I watched Derus Robert’s mask beginning to quiver.

‘Yes. This is the expression I wanted to see.’

Today’s Yukhwanghoe gathering was shaping up to be quite enjoyable.

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