The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 713

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Chapter 713

Whoooosh!

Raon drew the Heavenly Sword upward and opened the new Manhwagong he had obtained in the Mental World.
The moment a golden sun rose from my dantian, the Heavenly Sword—no, my hand felt a liberating freedom as if it could stretch endlessly.

Blaze!

The dense flames blooming from the blade’s edge erased thousands of undead legions without the slightest tremor, and even split the breath of the bone dragon.

The invincible aura of the Heavenly Sword finally turned toward the Phantom Soul Ghost’s neck. I severed the creature’s body as it prepared high-level magic with dark mana.

Shhhhwick!

Distance ceased to exist, and the Phantom Soul Ghost’s head fell. The creature felt shock before pain, as if it had never imagined this situation.

Splash!

The Phantom Soul Ghost sank into the river, dissolving into black smoke.

Raon lowered the Heavenly Sword and lifted his gaze. All that remained was the blue sky above. Not a trace of the undead legion that had existed here remained.

-I thought it strange that you possessed an aura beyond what you’d grown into, but now I understand.

Wrath nodded as he looked at Raon.

-You’ve learned how to compress and use your power.

He curled his lips upward with amusement.

-Yeah. I think I’m beginning to understand.

I smiled faintly while creating the sun of Manhwagong above my right hand.
Thanks to the enlightenment gained from the Mental World and the life-or-death battle, I could now operate Kangwhan more powerfully and swiftly.
It felt as though I was constantly operating Divine Demon Harmony.

—it’s not just a feeling.

Wrath shook his head calmly.

—Right now, you’re in a similar state to when you manifested that sea.
‘Really?’
—That’s right. I can’t speak to Glacesia since you haven’t wielded it before, but your current state bears a texture similar to when you formed the Sword Realm.

He wiggled his finger, noting that the aura moving through him was at a level no different from forming a Divine Demon Harmony.

‘Ha….’

Raon exhaled softly as he felt the scorching flames of Manhwa Palace and the chill of Glacesia burning steadily within him.

‘This is beyond my expectations.’

He’d merely drawn upon Manhwa Palace and Glacesia using the Divine Demon Harmony as a template, yet he hadn’t anticipated such a result. His hands trembled with joy.

“Uuaaah….”

Garam let out a faint groan as he gazed upon the transparent sky where the undead legion had melted away.

“R-Raon! Have you become a god?”

He blinked rapidly as he asked if Raon had become the god of the sword.

“That’s not it.”
—Absolutely not!

Just as Raon was about to shake his head and deny it to Garam, Wrath let out a sharp cry.

—What god would this pathetic brat become! There’s no possibility whatsoever!

Wrath snorted, insisting that Raon must never become a god.

‘That’s true.’

Raon smiled faintly as he watched Wrath’s furrowed brow.

“I’m not a god. I have no desire to become one.”

All I want is the downfall of Derus Robert and the happiness of those around me.
I never wanted to become a god or a Demon Lord, and I never will.

—A Demon Lord too?

Wrath sidled up beside me and blinked his eyes.

—A Demon Lord is fine though? That sounds fun.

He gave my shoulder a light tap with his plump hand.

—The True Demon King tells you this every time, but you’re perfectly suited to become a Demon Lord. You’re so wicked that even the Demon Race would be appalled!
‘Am I not somewhat good-natured?’
—Have you lost your mind?

Wrath twirled his finger at his temple and blinked his eyes.

—A fellow who deceives even a Demon Lord has no goodness in him whatsoever!

He shook his head, insisting I stop spouting such nonsense.

—The True Demon King wants to make you a Demon Lord so that others can experience what he has!

Wrath waved his hand, saying he simply wanted to inject some mad vitality into the stagnant, boring Demon Realm.

—In any case, you must come with the True Demon King to the Demon Realm….
‘No. I’m not going.’
—Eeeek!

I pushed away Wrath, who clung to me like a leech, and gestured to Garam.

“Garam, could you pull Merlin out now?”
“Sure!”

Garam nodded and waded into the river.

Splash.

About a minute later, Garam surfaced with blue droplets of water, and Merlin, covered entirely in a black robe, hung limply across his shoulder.

“I’ve treated the critical wounds for now.”

Garam explained that he’d used sorcery to seal the severe injuries, wiggling his clawed hand as he spoke.

“Thank you.”

I patted Garam’s head and carried Merlin to the riverbank.
As I tore away the tattered robe that clung to her like a rag, Merlin’s face—unmasked—was revealed.

‘This woman is Merlin?’

A mature woman with deep violet hair as if dawn itself had been melted and refined, and skin so pale that veins were visible beneath the surface.

Her beauty was such that the ancient saying about a woman whose face could topple nations didn’t seem like mere exaggeration.

-Not quite on the True Demon King’s level, but she’s got something, doesn’t she?

Wrath examined Merlin’s face, his round eyes widening.

-Why would she hide a face like that behind a grandmother’s mask?
‘I have no idea.’

What mattered now wasn’t Merlin’s appearance. I retrieved an internal wound medicine from my spatial pouch and placed it in her mouth.
Using the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong, I released the medicine’s essence throughout her body.

‘That should suffice for now.’

I was about to leave the rest to Garam when Merlin’s eyelids trembled slightly.

“Ugh….”

Merlin exhaled a soft moan and opened her eyes.
In her pale violet irises, which resembled azaleas, a strange crimson cross gleamed—and my reflection appeared within that peculiar gaze.

“Raon?”
“Merlin. Are you okay?”
“Raon. Raon.”
“Yeah. It’s me. There’s nowhere that hurts…”

Raon nodded and lowered his gaze to check on Merlin’s condition.

“Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon. Raon.”

Despite being in an abnormal state, Merlin began calling out Raon’s name recklessly, as if she were chanting magic at high speed.

Blegh!

Wrath let out a pig-like snorting sound and hid his body inside the bracelet.

“Wait, hold on! Merlin. Calm down….”

Raon flinched and tried to pull away, but Merlin gripped his wrist tightly.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

The red cross dwelling in Merlin’s pupils began to gleam vividly as if it contained holiness itself. Upon meeting her gaze, my chest tightened.

“Please, please stop!”

Raon’s chin trembled as he struck the back of Merlin’s neck with the edge of his hand.

“Love… ah.”

Merlin cried out her love until the very end, then closed her eyes and collapsed.

“Ugh…”

Raon exhaled roughly and trembled all over. It was only for a moment, but it felt so eerie that he regretted waking up.

“Hey, didn’t the True Demon King say so! Let’s just leave that Mad Woman alone and eat the mint choco first!”

Wrath peeked his eyes over the bracelet and let out a scream.

‘I really should have done that.’

I wiped the cold sweat dripping from my forehead and shuddered.

“Garam, I need you to watch over this one.”
“B-but it’s so terrifying….”

Garam bit his lip hard, clearly unnerved by Merlin’s obsessive nature.

“If she wakes up, knock her out again.”

I mentioned that sorcery could be used to keep her asleep, then rose to my feet.

-So you’re heading to the battlefield now?
‘No, there’s still something I need to do.’

I glanced back at the forest behind me and shook my head.

‘I need to end this properly.’

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Whoooosh.

A dark rift tore open in the forest near the Rabel River, and the Phantom Soul Ghost burst through.

“Grrrgh….”

The Phantom Soul Ghost slammed his fist into the ground and gnashed his teeth.

“Damn you, Raon Zigheart!”

What the hell is that bastard?!

He was said to be dead, yet he suddenly reappeared and unleashed swordsmanship of such absurd ascension that it left me breathless.
Empowered by Tacheon and having grown through bitter determination, I never imagined I would be unable to block even a single strike before being annihilated.

Unlike the first time it happened, I hadn’t let my guard down, which made the sting in my chest all the more unbearable.

‘This is unforgivable.’

Phantom Soul Ghost moved toward the river where Merlin was hiding, biting his knuckles in fury.

‘Even if I cannot defeat you, I will at least kill Merlin.’

Unable to accept being dealt with so easily, I endured the damage to my soul and immediately resurrected, returning to the Rabel River.

I held my breath as I devised a plan to ambush and kill Merlin, then report to Tacheon that Raon Zigheart was still alive.

‘Hmm?’

Phantom Soul Ghost returned to the place where he had confronted Raon Zigheart and narrowed his eyes.

‘He’s not here?’

I had returned to where Merlin was, yet Raon Zigheart was gone—only a young Blue Demon and an unconscious Merlin remained.

“Where did that bastard go… Cough!”

As Phantom Soul Ghost spread his mana to search for Raon Zigheart, a searing pain tore through his back, and he collapsed forward.

“Ugh…!”

Turning around, I saw a cyan blade tearing through my back, and above it, a crimson moon illuminating the darkness of the forest.

No—that wasn’t the moon. Those were the blood-red eyes of Raon Zigheart.

“You… how did you…?”
“Just as I expected. You came back.”

Raon Zigheart lowered his gaze and nodded lightly.

“You came looking for me right after resurrecting? Seems like you’re quite upset.”
“Kugh, yes. Even if you kill me now! I will return! I’ll make sure you and Merlin can neither live nor die!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost twisted his lips upward, declaring that I could kill him if I wished.

“No, this is the end.”

I spoke in an icy tone and placed my hand on the Phantom Soul Ghost’s back.

“Nonsense! Your flames cannot burn my soul!”
“Don’t worry. It’s not flames.”

I shook my head and summoned a colorless energy above my palm.

Uuuuuuuung!

As the colorless wave I unleashed burrowed into his back, a pain erupted—not from the flesh, but as if the soul itself were being torn asunder.

“Gaaahhh! What is this….”
“It wouldn’t work on Transcendents, but for someone like you, it’s simple.”
“Cough… hack….”

The pressure transmitted through my grip intensified relentlessly. The agony was so severe that coherent thought became impossible.

“Damn… damn it!”

He attempted to abandon his body and escape with only his soul, but the colorless energy I had summoned ensnared his ankles, leaving him no path to flee.

“Uuuugh….”

The pain intensified sharply, and I felt the vessel of my soul hidden in another dimension shattering. At this rate, I truly had no choice but to die.

“W-wait!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost trembled and turned to face me.

“I-I can tell you what Tacheon is thinking! Right now, Eden is….”
“There’s no need to speak.”

Raon shook his head and twisted the blade of the Heavenly Sword.

“I already know what you’re all thinking.”

I curled my lips upward and wielded the Heavenly Sword Technique with maximum intensity.

Whoooooosh!

The aura of the Heavenly Sword Technique, infused with enlightenment, didn’t merely crush the Phantom Soul Ghost’s body—it completely shattered his very soul.

“Krrrraaaaaagh!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost let out a piercing scream as if consumed by unbearable agony, then crumbled into white ash and vanished.
This was different from before, when he left no corpse behind.

-Finally dead.

Wrath nodded his chin as he gazed upon the white ash.

‘That’s right.’

I brushed the ash from my hands and nodded in agreement.

‘My Heavenly Sword Technique was still crude, but fortunately it worked.’

The Phantom Soul Ghost had crossed over to this place immediately after his resurrection, so he wasn’t in his normal state.
Thanks to that, I was able to damage his soul even with the still-developing Heavenly Sword Technique.

“Garam! It’s done!”

I waved my hand toward Garam on the river bank, then turned my gaze toward the Rabel River where the war was raging.

Now it was time to turn that battle into a victory.

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Crash!

A sword wreathed in crimson lightning and a spear commanding azure dragons clashed countless times.

Each collision between Glen Zigheart’s Heavenly Sword and Dranos’s Sea Dragon Spear split the heavens and swept the river waters away.

A tempest of pitch-black aura rose as if the inferno of the mortal realm itself had descended, engulfing the entire Rabel River.

Screech!

Glen raised the Heavenly Sword within the raging aura storm. Lightning blazed from the sword’s edge, leaving scarlet trails of light that extended in all directions.
It was a bizarre sight—as though crimson lightning had consumed the entirety of the Rabel River.

Boom!

On the opposite side, Nambeop Leader Dranos brought the Sea Dragon Spear down with a snap.
The spear blade split into three strands, each summoning a dragon of different form. The three water dragons roared with tremendous force, undeterred even before the crimson lightning.

Boom!

Thousands of lightning bolts collided with the water dragons coiling around the river, triggering a catastrophic explosion.
The shockwave and deafening roar that followed melted the warships of both the Nambuk Alliance and Zigheart without leaving a single fragment.
It was not a battle of mortals—it was a calamity as if the gods themselves had gone to war.

“Tch….”

Dranos was sent flying backward, his breathing ragged. Blood trickled from his lips—evidence of internal injuries.

“You must have taken internal damage too, yet you don’t even flinch. Damn infuriating.”

He bit his lip as he gazed at Glen, who stood without the slightest tremor.

“Your people are no different.”

Dranos exhaled sharply as he watched the Zigheart swordsmen push the Nambuk Alliance back despite the disadvantage of fighting on the river.

“I have no intention of exchanging words with you.”

Glen Zigheart showed no intention of engaging in conversation whatsoever, tilting the Heavenly Sword back over his shoulder.
Lightning surged above the blade’s edge, forming a crimson sphere that flickered with ethereal light.

“Thunder Shadow, then.”

Dranos chuckled with ease, resting his spear across his shoulder.

“So you really mean to kill me. But….”

He withdrew from his robes a black cloth bundle barely large enough to cover his palm.

“I have no intention of dying yet!”

Dranos hurled the black cloth into the air.

Whoooooosh!

The cloth expanded at breathtaking speed, unfurling to such immense proportions that it blanketed the entire battlefield before a single breath could be drawn. It descended like the very night sky collapsing upon them.

“Not so fast!”

Glen Zigheart unleashed the sphere of lightning burning atop his blade. The space through which it traveled tore open with tremendous force, unleashing a devastating shockwave.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The black cloth engulfing the battlefield was drawn into the lightning sphere and shattered into thousands of fragments.

Yet Dranos and the North-South Alliance warships that should have been concealed within the cloth had already vanished from the river.
They hadn’t merely sunk—their very existence had been erased.

All that remained were the Zigheart warships and the swordsmen lingering in the river waters.

“If you wish to kill me, come to the North-South Alliance Headquarters. I will be waiting.”

Dranos’s voice echoed as the fragments of the black cloth fell into the river.

“….”

Glen Zigheart grasped a water-soaked cloth fragment, his eyes narrowing to slits.

‘Is that Liquas’s Wrapping Cloth?’

Liquas’s Wrapping Cloth was a legendary-grade artifact capable of transporting pre-designated people and objects simultaneously.
There had been endless rumors about it, but it seemed the owner was the Nambeop Leader.

‘Now I understand why they insisted on a direct confrontation.’

They had clearly engaged in a direct battle despite the disadvantage because they were confident they could escape at any moment.

“Roen.”
“Yes.”

The moment Roen caught my gaze, he vanished as a wisp of black mist.

“Father!”

Aris descended onto Cheongpung with a furrowed brow.

“Where did all these bastards go?”
“….”
“Did… did they flee?”

Karun and Sylvia followed behind her, their brows lowered.

“They used an artifact. They likely teleported to headquarters.”
“What? There’s an artifact like that?”

Aris exhaled in disbelief.

“It’s Liquas’s Wrapping Cloth—it can transport only allies.”

I lifted a fragment of the cloth and nodded.

“Then those bastards can just flee whenever things get difficult….”
“That won’t happen. It’s single-use.”

No matter how legendary an artifact was, such continuous use wasn’t possible. Liquas’s Wrapping Cloth was a single-use artifact.

“Have each Organization Master and Unit Commander report the situation.”

Glen Zigheart gestured for the executives who had arrived on the pirate ship to approach him.

“The White Sword Unit has ten wounded and two dead. The injuries are not severe.”
“The Blue Wolf Unit has wounded….”

The executives reported on the condition of their forces and took a brief respite.

“Head of House.”

As Glen Zigheart listened to the executives’ reports and organized the information, Roen approached and bowed deeply.

“As expected, Dranos and the warships have all moved to the North-South Alliance Headquarters.”

He raised his gaze as he spoke of everyone gathering at the North-South Alliance Headquarters.

“What of the other factions?”
“None visible. Only the North-South Alliance.”

Roen shook his head, noting that not only Oma but also the neutral factions were nowhere to be seen.

“We depart after thirty minutes of repairs. Prepare yourselves.”
“Yes!”

The executives bowed deeply and turned toward their subordinates.

“Ugh, how frustrating! I killed them all!”

Aris Zigheart bit her lip as she brought her fist down.

Whoooosh!

A cute-looking vessel approached from behind the Zigheart warship. The green ship sounded its large horn, signaling that it was not an enemy.

“That is….”

As Glen Zigheart slowly turned his gaze, Rimer, Sheryl, and Trevin leaped from the vessel and descended onto the pirate ship’s deck.

“Head of House, we wish to fight as well.”
“We cannot remain idle any longer.”
“Please, allow us!”

The three knelt together, their heads bowed as they pleaded to join the battle.

“Raon is….”
“….”
“That is….”

Sheryl and Trevin could not answer, their lips trembling as they bit down.

“…We could not find him.”

Rimer exhaled a long sigh, his lips moving wordlessly.
He had not said “not yet”—he had said they could not find him. He had accepted Raon’s death.

“Ah….”

Sylvia collapsed weakly, her shoulders trembling as she covered her face with trembling hands.

“….”

Karun watched Sylvia for a moment, then turned his head away with visible irritation.

“Damn it….”

Aris Zigheart rubbed her head frantically, her hand gripping her sword as tremors ran through her fingers, causing the scabbard to shake.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart’s voice came in broken fragments. He gazed toward the distant river, exhaling a cold breath from the depths of his soul.

‘Raon.’

Upon hearing that the Heavenly Sword had exploded within his pierced chest, his mind had already accepted that Raon was dead.

Yet his heart could not accept what his mind knew to be true. That was why he had fought the war while leaving the Heavenly Sword Squad and Gwangpung Corps—his crucial forces—behind.

‘But now….’

I had no choice but to let him go.

The fact that he hadn’t appeared despite searching the entire river all this time meant that Raon had left this world. Now was the time to accept it.

‘Forgive me, Raon.’

Glen Zigheart lowered his trembling eyes. He bit his lips as he recalled his young grandson, who used to smile while practicing swordsmanship.

‘You need not forgive this worthless grandfather. But I shall ensure that more funeral dirges echo at your funeral than anyone else’s.’

When he lifted his eyelids again, only a chilling murderous intent burned in his crimson eyes.

He turned his back and gazed upon the warship. Burren, Martha, Lunan, and the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen were all clenching their teeth as if eager to fight.

“Do so.”

Glen Zigheart nodded as he looked at Rimer.

“Thank you.”

Rimer, Sheryl, and Trevin struck their chests with their fists as if pledging their lives.

“Head of House. The repairs are complete.”

Karun announced that the time had come and bowed respectfully.

“Then set sail. There will be no rest until we destroy their headquarters.”
“Yes!”

At Glen Zigheart’s chilling command, the executives bowed their heads and roared in unison.

Ku-ku-ku-ku!

The pirate ship Cheongpung, the Zigheart warship, and Dorian’s vessel followed Roen’s guidance as they sailed upstream along the Rabel River.
After traveling for quite some time along the strangely widening river that seemed to form a sea, a colossal castle floating upon the waters came into view.

“That is the headquarters of the Nambuk Alliance.”

Roen pointed at the North-South Alliance Headquarters, which sprawled even wider than the Zigheart Main Residence, and emanated a chilling murderous intent.

“….”

Glen Zigheart locked eyes with Dranos, who stood atop the spire of the headquarters, and extended his hand forward.

“Advance.”

Following his gesture, the Zigheart warships surged forward with breathtaking speed.

“Since you’ve learned that direct confrontation won’t bring victory, it’s time to change tactics.”

As Dranos smiled and raised his hand, the river water surged skyward as if touching the heavens, forming a towering wall of water that shielded the North-South Alliance Headquarters.

“Gasp!”
“What, what is that!”
“Insane….”

The Zigheart swordsmen fell silent before the barrier of water, which loomed higher and thicker than the castle wall of Zigheart itself.

But the barrier was not the only problem. The magical cannons, cannons, arrows, and harpoons arrayed atop the wall gleamed with an ominous light. The immense mana infused within them caused the air around the headquarters to shimmer like heat haze.
The shimmering heat waves seemed to dance around the headquarters as if an enormous amount of mana had been infused into it.

“If I can break through it, I’ll give it a try.”

Dranos sneered and flicked his fingers as if to say, “Come on, anytime you want.”

“Did that wretched bastard prepare something like this?”
“How troublesome.”
“That’s become a nuisance.”

Sylvia, Karun, and Rimer bit their lips as they looked up at the towering Wall.

Whoosh.

Glen lifted the Jincheon Sword without saying a word.

Argh! / Nooo! / Ugh!

The moment his raised sword descended with tedious slowness, the water wall split apart, revealing the North-South Alliance Headquarters beneath.

“Hah….”

Even Dranos hadn’t anticipated such a situation, exhaling sharply with wide eyes.

“Do not fear. Advance.”

Glen Zigheart raised the Heavenly Sword and aimed it at the North-South Alliance Headquarters. Above his pupils, a razor-sharp killing intent bloomed, erasing all reason.

“I will stand at the front.”

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