The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 722

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Chapter 722

Karun was walking through the Patriarch’s Hall toward the Central Intelligence Agency when it happened.
Denier and Valdemar, who had remained in Zigheart to guard the Main Mansion, approached him.

“You must be exhausted.”

Denier bowed respectfully.

“How did the war end? Looking at the state of the troops, it seems you won quite handily?”

Valdemar rolled his right shoulder back and exhaled sharply.

“It ended well enough.”

True to his aloof nature, Karun compressed the long and arduous war into a single phrase.

“Don’t answer so tersely! Give us a proper explanation! You returned without any contact, and nobody knows what happened!”

Valdemar complained while striking his chest forcefully.

“Allow me to explain, sir.”

Chad, who had been standing behind Karun, stepped forward with a bow.

“In this war, the Nambeop Leader was killed, and the leaders of the other Oma organizations either died or sustained severe injuries that will prevent them from acting for some time. It would be no exaggeration to call it an overwhelming victory, as the Central Intelligence Agency Master said.”

Chad raised his finger upward and offered a faint smile.

“So the other Oma bastards did get involved after all.”

Valdemar furrowed his brow deeply, as if he had expected as much.

“Which of the Oma came?”
“Tacheon and the White Blood Cult Master appeared, along with the leader of Shadow wearing the blue dragon helm. And finally, the Dragon Lord himself joined in,”
“The Dragon Lord? That meddling bastard showed up there? Those lizard bastards only seem to interfere with us….”

He flicked his finger dismissively at the Dragon Lord.

“It was only we who stood in the way. From now on, all dragons are enemies of Zigheart.”
“What? Enemies?”
“Chad. What do you mean by that?”

Valdemar and Denier’s eyes widened simultaneously.

“When we stormed the North-South Alliance Headquarters…”

Chad briefly explained to the two patriarchs and the Zigheart swordsmen behind them everything that had transpired.

“Is that… really true?”

Valdemar’s jaw trembled with disbelief.

“Raon blocked a Transcendent and saved Father?”
“Yes. It was but a fleeting moment, yet he withstood the Transcendent’s blade. The Head of House acknowledged it himself.”

Chad swallowed dryly, as if he himself still couldn’t believe the words coming from his own mouth.

“….”

Denier lowered his gaze as he listened to Chad’s account. His complexion darkened considerably.

“Is that kid seriously insane?”

Valdemar let out a hollow laugh of bewilderment.

“It would already be praise enough that he defeated the Demon King and returned alive, but to have saved Father… what kind of prodigy is this boy!”

He laughed, exclaiming that Raon was truly one of a kind.

“Why are you so quiet? Aren’t you surprised?”

Valdemar nudged Denier with a smile playing at his lips.

“I was too shocked to speak. As you say, he is a remarkable child. You won’t find such talent anywhere else.”

Denier let out a faint laugh and nodded.

“Denier.”

Karun, who had been standing in silence, narrowed his eyes as he looked at Denier.

“Your complexion is pale. Did you sustain injuries from the previous attack?”
“No, sir. I simply felt a bit of dizziness as the tension eased.”

Denier waved his hand, insisting it was nothing to worry about.

“…I see.”

Karun watched Denier with a dry gaze as he massaged his temples.

“It’s only a matter of time before Sylvia and Raon join the Main Lineage.”

Valdemar turned his gaze toward Karun with a smirk.

“This time, even you won’t be able to stop it, brother.”

He tilted his chin up teasingly at Karun.

“I have no intention of stopping it.”

Karun shook his head calmly without even looking at Valdemar.

“What? Really?”

Valdemar blinked, as if asking what he meant.

“Are you also drawn to Raon now, brother?”
“No. I hate him.”

Karun answered firmly, his brow furrowing.

“I hate him so much that irritation surges whenever I see his face.”
“Then why…?”
“Raon saved the Head of House and severed the Nambeop Leader’s head. Having witnessed such accomplishments before my own eyes, to deny him credit would be to diminish the Zigheart name with my own hands.”

He shook his head, as if he disliked the Zigheart name being tarnished far more than he disliked Raon.

“You certainly have a talent for making simple things complicated.”

Valdemar muttered in confusion and snorted.

“I’d rather slaughter dragons than those Oma bastards. I’ve never liked them anyway, so should I consider this a blessing?”

He clenched his fists, declaring he would cut down every dragon in the vicinity.

“There should be a white dragon living in the nearby mountain range. I should tear that one apart first.”
“Valdemar.”

Karun lifted his gaze with a cold expression.

“Find the nest of the Ancient Dragon in the Northern Region.”
“An Ancient Dragon? Even if you and I work together, an Ancient Dragon would be too much. Unless one becomes a Transcendent….”

Valdemar waved his hand, saying it was impossible.

“Don’t worry. I’m not far from reaching Transcendence.”
“What…?”
“W-what did you just say….”

Denier and Valdemar turned their gazes with such speed that the air crackled.

“I gained enlightenment from witnessing the Head of House’s swordsmanship. Once I emerge from my closed-door cultivation, I will be able to touch that realm.”

Karun nodded with confidence, as if he had absolute certainty in breaking through the wall of Transcendence.

“Insane….”

Valdemar trembled, muttering in disbelief.

“Transcendence….”

Denier too wetted his dry lips, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“It won’t take long, so investigate the Ancient Dragon’s nest in advance.”

Karun gave instructions to Valdemar, then turned his gaze away.

“Burren.”

He narrowed his eyes as he observed Burren standing awkwardly beside Chad.

“Among the Gwangpung Corps squad leaders, you’re the weakest. There was more than a level of difference, and that’s the result you claimed to show?”

Karun’s crimson gaze turned glacial.

“That is….”

Burren couldn’t respond and pressed his lips firmly shut.

‘Damn it.’

I had nothing to say.

I wanted to retort to Karun’s words, but I couldn’t.
Just as he said, my martial prowess now lagged behind Martha and Lunan, and I couldn’t even see a path to catch up with them.

“Follow me.”

Karun turned his back and headed toward the Central Martial Hall.

“B-but I belong to the Gwangpung Corps….”
“Who said I was accepting you? I simply wish to correct your pathetic state.”

He didn’t even turn around, as if to say he didn’t care if Burren refused.

“You should go.”

Chad smiled faintly and extended his hand.

“Ah, yes.”

Burren bowed to Chad, Valdemar, and Denier, then followed after Karun.

“Why is that guy suddenly acting like this?”

Valdemar spun around with his index finger pressed to his head.

“Did you catch some fatal illness?”
“It seems you’ve undergone a change of heart through this war.”

Chad smiled faintly as he watched Karun and Burren walking a short distance ahead.

“….”

Denier’s eyes grew quiet and calm as he gazed at their retreating figures.

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I emerged to the lake behind the Annex Building after all the attendants had fallen asleep.

-Hehehehe!

Wrath patted his plump, satisfied belly and smacked his lips contentedly.

-Dining out is pleasant enough, but nothing compares to home cooking! There’s nothing in the world quite like it!

He chuckled, mentioning how much he’d enjoyed the mango ice cream he’d had for dessert.

‘This isn’t even your house.’
-What nonsense are you spouting! This is the True Demon King’s house, the True Demon King’s mother, the True Demon King’s attendants!

Wrath waved his round hands about, declaring that the entire Annex Building belonged to him.

‘Sigh, think whatever you want.’

Raon let out a sigh and shook his head. Since that guy called Sylvia “mom,” it didn’t seem like anything he said would get through to him.

‘I’ve grown rapidly. I need to assess my current level.’
“Since I’ve grown rapidly. I need to get a grasp of my current level.”

All my ability stats increased by 50 points, my mastery of the Thousand Swords rose significantly, and several of my traits advanced in grade.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without checking what had changed.

-You’re going to do that now?
‘Yes.’
-You’re absolutely insane! Where else in the Human Realm, the Heavenly Realm, or the Demon Realm would you find a madman who trains on the very day he returns from war!

Wrath cursed, insisting that no such lunatic existed anywhere.

‘Here. I’m right here.’

I pointed to myself and drew the Heavenly Sword. As always, I began with the fundamental sword techniques.

Whoooosh!

The blade’s edge cutting through the dawn air felt as vivid as my own skin.
My entire body had grown lighter, as if I had transcended the limitations of my physical vessel and ascended beyond it.

‘My physical capabilities and sensory refinement have improved dramatically.’

I channeled power into my fingertips and smiled faintly.

‘With 50 points gained all at once, this is only natural.’

Even though the utility of points diminishes as they accumulate, gaining 50 points in one surge created an unmistakable difference from before.

‘Next, then.’

After the fundamental techniques, I traced the Radiant Sword, the Snow Wind Sword Form, and the Bow String Sword, then lowered the Heavenly Sword.

‘My sword technique mastery has reached a different level entirely.’

The subtleties of the Thousand Swords—the swift blade, the heavy blade, the transforming blade, the returning blade—seemed to move with their own life force.
With my internal injuries still not fully healed, I was already at this level; once I recovered completely, I would be capable of wielding even more refined swordsmanship.

“Hah.”

I exhaled with satisfaction and nodded.

‘It wouldn’t be strange to call this explosive growth.’

Thanks to this war, I had leaped through realms that should have taken years of cultivation in a single bound. My growth was absurdly rapid.

But there was something far more satisfying than that.

‘Derus Robert’s twisted expression was truly delicious.’

Derus’s plan to kill Glen had crumbled, and witnessing the trembling in his eyes brought me joy several times greater than my own increase in power.

-Tch! Irritating bastard.

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

-If you’re done, go inside now. The True Demon King is tired.

He let out a long yawn before retreating into the ice flower bracelet.

“There’s one last thing I need to verify.”

I planted the Heavenly Sword upright before me and activated the new trait I had acquired—Blade That Severs Death.

Whoooosh!

Pure white energy bloomed along the frigid blade. Faint as mist, yet an enigmatic power flickered and blazed forth.

‘Wait for me, Derus Robert.’

I felt the serene surge of this new power and curled my lips into a smile.

‘Your time is running out.’

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Derus Robert left his office without a sound.
Despite the early dawn before sunrise, his bearing remained impeccable. His hair lay calm and composed, and his blue robe hung stiffly as though freshly pressed.

“Father!”

As Derus ascended the stairs with measured steps, Lepon Robert came rushing toward him with hurried footfalls.

“Did you hear? The Six Emperors won!”

Lepon Robert, having just received word from the Information Bureau, burst forth with fervent excitement.

“And it wasn’t just a victory, but…”

He spread both arms wide like a bird’s wings and laid bare every detail of what had transpired at the North-South Alliance Headquarters.

“Since it was Raon who saved Glen Zigheart and severed the Nambeop Leader’s head, it’s no exaggeration to say that he ended this war!”

Lepon clenched both fists and thrust them skyward.

“It’s exaggerated, but not entirely wrong.”

Derus Robert smiled with gentle affection at his excitable youngest son.

“I’m so disappointed that we had to stay on standby. I should have witnessed with my own eyes how Raon blocked that dragon-helmeted bastard’s ambush!”

Lepon bit his lip, frustrated at having missed the battlefield.

“Lepon. I understand your regret, but our role was no less vital than those who participated in the war. We had to serve as a bulwark against the other Oma.”
“I know. I’m just disappointed!”

He laughed, acknowledging the importance of the mission entrusted to the Robert Family.

“Then that settles it.”

Derus smiled faintly and stroked Lepon’s hair.

“Shouldn’t we change Raon’s epithet now? I don’t think ‘Dragon Slayer’ alone can capture the full measure of who he is…”

Lepon stroked his chin as he spoke of the need for a new epithet for Raon.

“You still seem fond of the Gwangpung Corps Master.”
“Of course. Not just me—there’s no one who dislikes him.”

He raised his hand upward, saying that Raon’s reputation was soaring to the heavens.

“Hmm, then why don’t you try creating one yourself? Legendary names are usually made by fans, after all.”
“Would I really be permitted to do such a thing?”

Lepon crossed his arms shyly.

“If a good name is created, the Gwangpung Corps Master will surely like it.”
“Then… then you’ll have to take me with you to the next Yukhwanghoe meeting?”
“Understood. Now go and rest. You’ve been waiting at the Information Bureau all night, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir!”

He bowed his head to Derus Robert and returned to the Dormitory with energetic strides.
As he walked, he muttered countless words, seemingly lost in thought about Raon’s legendary name.

Derus Robert watched Lepon depart with warm eyes, then headed toward the Head of House’s Study on the upper floor.
He paused briefly before the Study door, then slowly opened it.

Beneath the soft glow of dawn moonlight, a man wearing a blue dragon helmet leaned against the wall, coughing up blood.

The silver eyes of Derus Robert and the silver eyes within the blue dragon helmet met in quiet stillness.

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