The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 709

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Chapter 709

“Lectar. What brings you to this place?”

Glen Zigheart’s voice sank with a viscous quality, as though dredged up from the Bottomless Abyss itself. The fury swelling in his soul erupted as a formidable aura that swept across the surroundings.

“Were you involved in this matter as well?”

Glen Zigheart raised the Soul Reaper Sword with the unmistakable intent to kill Lectar on the spot if he had any involvement in the attack on Raon.

“Glen Zigheart.”

Lectar did not answer the question. Instead, his gaze fixed upon the crimson dagger held in Glen Zigheart’s hand.

“Why do you possess the Soul Reaper Sword?”

He too refused to yield, unleashing an aura so parched it seemed to drain the very blood from the air.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The magnificent auras of Glen Zigheart and Lectar collided, carving fissures through the empty space as though slashed by invisible blades.

“P-please, Head of House! Stand down!”

Rimer clenched his teeth and stepped forward. He entered the space where the two transcendents’ auras clashed, raising his trembling hands.

“The Sword Ghost is not our enemy!”
“Y-yes, that’s right! He actually saved us!”
“There’s no need to fight!”

Burren Zigheart and Martha followed in Rimer’s wake, shaking their heads.

“Saved you, you say?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes while keeping the Soul Reaper Sword trained on Lectar.

“Yes. The Beast Alliance Master of the Nambuk Alliance was tracking us by taking an alternate route through the waterways, but thanks to the Sword Ghost’s intervention, we managed to escape safely.”

Burren swallowed hard and explained how Lectar had shielded Helgurum from harm.

“Hmm….”

Glen bit his lip slightly, then lowered the Divine Heavenly Sword he’d been pointing at Lectar.

“I think I deserve to know what happened too.”

Lectar’s fists clenched as he gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword cradled so carefully in Glen’s arms.

“Y-yes. We were attacked by Eden and the Nambuk Alliance.”

Burren turned his gaze toward Lectar, his shoulders trembling.

“When we were trying to move Raon to that pirate ship, an Evil Goat Demon appeared using an artifact, along with a man named Beorn from the Nambuk Alliance, and they….”

He gave Lectar a brief account of everything that had transpired.

“…After the river environment exploded, we immediately began searching for Raon, but we haven’t found him yet.”
“Ah….”

Lectar’s cool composure hardened in an instant. His weathered eyes wavered violently, like waves crashing against the shore.

“He must have been swept away, but he’s definitely still alive! He’s not the kind to die in a place like this!”
“Yes.”

Martha struck her fist down, declaring that Raon hadn’t died. Lunan nodded as well, his faith in Raon unwavering.

“Grrrgh.”

Lectar clenched his teeth, his gaze sweeping rapidly down the river. His expression grew progressively darker.

“….”

Glen narrowed his brow, observing Lectar’s contorted face—as if he were barely holding back tears.

‘What does that look in his eyes mean?’

As Glen pondered the strangeness of Lectar’s reaction and expression, the man vanished like smoke.

Shiiiiing!

Lectar, who had vanished, surged forward and swung his blade—a killing stroke aimed at severing my neck in a single motion.

Claaaaaang!

I raised the Soul Reaper Sword to block Lectar’s attack. The blade pressing forward was chillingly fierce, whether born of genuine intent or not.

“Glen Zigheart.”

Lectar gnashed his teeth and amplified the power coursing through his blade. Colorless flames erupted along the sword’s edge.

“You couldn’t even protect your own grandson, and yet you stand here like this!”

His entire body trembled as passion seized him.

“If you were going to cast him out, cast him out completely! If you were going to embrace him, embrace him with certainty! What are you thinking, doing neither one nor the other!”

Lectar’s genuine fury manifested as intent itself, which he unleashed to drive me back.

“Head of House!”
“What is the meaning of this!”

Sheryl and Roen rushed forward with wide eyes, but I waved my hand to stop them both.

“…”

I tightened my grip on the Soul Reaper Sword as I regarded Lectar, whose fury burned so vividly.

‘What is his connection to Raon?’

The emotions transmitted through Lectar’s blade were not merely sorrow and rage—regret layered beneath them as well. It was as though I gazed upon myself reflected in a mirror.

“Who are you?”

It was not a question of name or affiliation. I sought to understand what connection bound him to Raon.

“The Holy Sword Association and the Black Tower made no move in this affair.”

Lectar slashed his sword roughly. He drove Glen toward the river, his fierce eyes blazing.

“You’re no different from the Six Emperors who merely hold their positions because of Ogram’s defeat! Failing to protect Raon in a situation like this is the height of incompetence!”

He bit his lip as he gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword with its shattered scabbard.

“If Raon is truly dead, I will kill the Nambuk Alliance, Shadow, and you as well.”

With those words, Lectar descended downriver.

“M-Master!”

Mustan and the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association stood dazed before belatedly moving their warship to pursue Lectar.

“Head of House.”
“Are you alright?”

Sheryl and Roen approached Glen. The two seemed not to have heard the conversation with Lectar due to the aura clash, their eyes filled only with concern.

“It’s nothing serious.”

Glen shook his head calmly. Thanks to clashing blades with Lectar, his mind had actually grown clearer and colder.

“I apologize. If only I hadn’t released my aura…”

Rimer approached Glen and knelt. His tightly clenched fists trembled as regret consumed him.

“….”

Glen silently grasped Rimer’s shoulder. He had suffered the most severe shock of anyone, so there were no words to offer him now.

“The Heavenly Sword Squad, Gwangpung Corps, and Cheoljeon Unit—continue searching this area.”
“Understood.”
“We will find him no matter what.”

Sheryl and Trevin nodded heavily.

“Hey, old man.”

Chamber approached Glen and snapped her fingers.

“What’s the relationship between Raon and Lectar? It almost seemed like he was Raon’s real grandfather?”

She tilted her head in confusion, as if she’d overheard the conversation through the barrier but couldn’t make sense of it.

“I don’t know. So….”

Glen turned his gaze toward where Lectar had departed, exhaling a low breath.

“I need to investigate him as well.”

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Kwaaaaaaah!

The space carved by the blade twisted and collapsed like opposite poles of a magnet repelling each other.
The White Blood Cultists caught between the fractured space split in half, spraying blood the color of ash.

“Tsk.”

Aris Zigheart trembled slightly as she gripped her sword, clicking her tongue sharply.

‘He got away.’

She had slain all the White Blood Cultists and assassins, but the First Apostle had escaped with wounds. She wanted to pursue him, but there was something more urgent to attend to first.

“Iliun. I’m leaving the rear to you.”

Aris dashed toward the Annex Building without waiting for Iliun’s response.

The exhaustion from manifesting the Sword Realm was draining her speed, and the frustration was unbearable.

Kuwaaaaang!

I continued moving despite the strain on my body, when a massive explosion erupted in the Garden of the Annex Building.

The earth twisted as if it would collapse, and gray smoke billowed up into the sky.

“What is that…?”

Aris Zigheart’s eyes widened as she swung her sword. The wind born from the blade pushed back the smoke, revealing the state of the Garden.

The battlefield had been carved away in the shape of a sword, and beneath it lay the White Blood Cult members, Assassins, and Eden Ghosts—their forms barely intact in death.

At the end of the carved earth, before the Annex Building, Karun stood with his sword raised as if protecting Sylvia.

“Karun.”

Aris blinked as she looked at Karun, whose expression was stern.

“What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you came to rescue Sylvia?”

Even as she spoke, she let out a breath of disbelief.

“W-well, yes. My brother came and rescued me…”
“No.”

Karun shook his head firmly, looking at Aris.

“I simply could not leave those trash defiling this land.”

He brushed off his hands, insisting he had merely come to deal with those who had attacked Zigheart, regardless of Sylvia.

“You didn’t come because you were worried about your sister?”

Aris curled her lips teasingly.

“I said I didn’t, didn’t I?”

Karun adjusted his grip on his sword, his nose bridge wrinkling.

“Whatever the reason may be…”

Aris smiled faintly as she observed Karun and Sylvia standing before and behind her.

“How lovely to see family together like this.”

She nodded approvingly, clearly pleased by the sight of her younger siblings.

“Hmph!”

Karun snorted and turned away.

“Where are you going?”
“There are still other vermin left.”

He moved toward Bekmang Mountain, determined to eliminate all enemies who had invaded Zigheart.

“He really does love Zigheart. I’ll never understand it.”

Aris shook her head in bewilderment and approached Sylvia.

“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”

Sylvia exhaled softly and nodded.

“I suspected something might happen, but I never imagined they’d actually attack like this.”

Aris laughed in exasperation and brushed off her hands.

“Your son is truly remarkable. To anticipate something like this.”
“He’s been wiser than me since childhood.”

Sylvia smiled, pleased by the praise of Raon.

“That’s right. He must have gone because he was confident he could win the life-or-death battle. Don’t worry too much…”
“I’m not worried.”

She shook her head calmly.

“He’ll return safely today as well.”

Sylvia smiled faintly as she mentioned she should prepare dinner with Raon’s favorite dishes.

“May I come along?”
“Of course!”

The two exchanged smiles and entered the Annex Building.

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The moment Raon’s chest was pierced by Beorn’s blade.

-Blast it!

Wrath rubbed his cotton candy-like head vigorously, summoning waves of wrathful energy.

-I’ll demand twenty boxes of mint chocolate in return later! Not twenty pieces—twenty boxes! A hundred pieces!

Shouting about mint chocolate, he blocked the white blade that sought to pierce Raon’s heart with his wrathful aura.

‘Damn it! There’s no other way!’

Since Raon was unconscious, I couldn’t use Divine Descent.
If I entered his body now, it would trigger a rampage and kill the ghost on the water and the Gwangpung Corps children as well.

Even if the causality twisted and my soul suffered another great shock, I had no choice but to act indirectly for now.

-I barely recovered, and now he’s about to lose consciousness again… Hm?

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he pulled his wrath to its maximum.
Between Raon and the blade piercing his chest, blue droplets of light began to form.

-Those droplets are….

They weren’t born from his own wrath. The droplets possessed a gentle flow as if the mana of nature itself had condensed spontaneously.
A human of that level wouldn’t even properly sense that the droplets were blocking the blade.

‘Whatever it is, I’m grateful.’

Thanks to the water droplets, I was able to protect Raon from the blade without expending much of my wrath.

But the red-haired human unleashed a violent shockwave to ensure Raon’s death.

Kuwaaaaang!

The shockwave erupting from his sword technique detonated in a massive explosion, engulfing Raon’s entire body.

-Uuryaryarya!

Wrath bellowed his own battle cry and summoned frost.
He attempted to block the shockwave’s explosion with a wall of frost infused with wrath, but once again, the pure essence of water stirred into motion.

Hwaaaaa!

As the water essence layered atop the frost wall, I could withstand the shockwave’s explosion using only minimal wrath, just as before.

However, the shockwave’s power was immense, and Raon plummeted deep into the river, while the Soul Reaper Sword that had been before him fell to the river bottom with tremendous impact.

-Who on earth…?

Wrath lowered his gaze toward the direction the Soul Reaper Sword was falling. The water essence that had aided him moments before had risen from that very direction.

Hwaaaa.

From the murky river depths, blue eyes gleamed brilliantly, and small hands appeared, gripping the sinking Raon firmly. Between the fingers were webbing, like a duck’s feet.

-You, you are!

Wrath’s eyes widened in recognition as he identified the Strange Being whose eyes shone blue.
It was the little fish creature whose life Raon had saved and to whom he had given a name.

-It’s been so long! So… your name was, uh, Darkness, wasn’t it?

Darkness, whom I had called carelessly because I couldn’t remember the name, raised a finger and drew a circle tinged with blue light.

Uuuuung!

Concentric circles bloomed from the creature’s gesture, overlapping into one before a gate to another place opened.
It seemed intent on removing Raon from this location.

-Wait, hold on!

I tried to tell the small fish creature descending from the water’s surface to stop, but it seemed to think Raon was in danger and didn’t even look back before entering the circular dimension.

-This won’t do! Where am I going this time again…? Glub, glub, glub!

After experiencing the painful sensation of drawing water through my nose, I opened my eyes to find myself in a bright place with an expansive view.

-Where is this?

Buildings came into view, as if a village had been built underwater, with gentle currents flowing past them. They were charming structures, seemingly constructed from colorful pebbles.

-When were these houses built?

It was completely different from when I had come here with Raon before.
As I turned my gaze in fascination, the small fish creature set Raon down on the ground.

-This one hasn’t changed at all.

The small Blue Demon that Raon had named Darkness was still small and adorable.

“Raon….”

Darkness placed a hand on Raon’s bleeding chest with a sorrowful gaze.
As light emanated from its hand, Raon’s wounds began to slowly heal.

-Ah, so something other than appearance has changed.

The water energy that Darkness possessed was so immense it wouldn’t be strange to call it the river itself. It felt like witnessing a supreme shaman.

When blocking the river environment unleashed by the red-haired human, I was able to conserve my wrath thanks to that water energy.

-This fellow certainly has good luck… Huh?

Wrath looked at Raon and was about to smack his lips when his eyes widened.

-What is this now?

Taking a moment to observe carefully, I noticed that Raon’s power had transformed to a degree incomparable to before he fell asleep.
It hadn’t been that long, yet I found it hard to believe he’d changed this much.

-What’s even more absurd is…

What’s truly remarkable is that he’s still growing even now.

Raon was advancing even in his unconscious state. It wasn’t merely the effects of Sloth or Gluttony—his power itself was surging forth.

-This bastard…

Wrath gripped Raon’s collar, his brow furrowing deeply.

-What the hell did you consume to become this strong! Wake up this instant and hand it over to the True Demon King!

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I gazed at the eight rings of fire rotating in the sky above, running my tongue across my lips.

‘The Mental World.’

For reasons I couldn’t quite explain, I’d naturally entered this realm after my life-or-death duel with Roman.

I’d lost consciousness many times before, but this was the first time I’d entered the Mental World this way, so I felt somewhat bewildered.

‘I’m not sure why I’m here, but…’

it’s not a bad thing.

Thanks to returning to the Mental World, I was able to realize what I’d gained and how much I’d grown.

‘Especially, I’ve come to understand Creation.’

The Sword Realm Manifestation that Roman had named Cataclysm was no ordinary swordsmanship.

It was a martial art that projected the very swordsmanship I had cultivated, so as my sword mastery deepened, Cataclysm grew exponentially stronger as well.

An incomplete martial art, yet one that grew endlessly. It was no exaggeration to call it a divine technique that poured the Mental World into reality itself.

Now, having grown through my decisive battle with Roman, I felt I could wield an even more formidable Cataclysm than before.

‘In truth, only Cataclysm has grown stronger.’

I smiled as I observed the sword’s sprout rising higher than it had before.

‘My entire swordsmanship itself has advanced.’

From fundamental sword techniques to the martial arts of Manhwagong and the Spear-Sky Sword—every level of swordsmanship I had been cultivating had ascended.
This life-and-death duel was nothing less than a stroke of fortune bestowed upon me.

I was about to display my enhanced swordsmanship with a satisfied smile when—

Roooaaarrr!

Crimson flames erupted from the sky to my right, while azure frost surged from the ground to my left.

The fire and frost split the Mental World in half, snarling as though they would devour one another.

Huuuummmmm.

The green wind caught between the flame and cold trembled, helpless and trapped.

I curled my lips upward as I watched the flames and frost raging as if the Mental World were too narrow to contain them.

‘Now I understand.’

Why I had come to this place.

It was time to elevate Manhwagong and Glacial to even greater heights.

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