The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 733

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Chapter 733

I began lying from the moment I met Derus Robert—no, from the very instant I convened the Six Emperors Council.

I declared that I should target the wound on his hand rather than the death aura, since Derus’s subordinates might be lurking in the video conference.

In reality, I trained exclusively with the Blade That Severs Death, not to exploit the wound on his hand, but to extract the death aura that Derus had sealed away.

Thanks to relentless cultivation day and night, the Blade That Severs Death had already reached the third star level, despite being a recently manifested trait.

After arriving at the Beast Alliance, deception continued without pause.

Derus’s agents would surely have arrived first to gauge the atmosphere, so I revealed no intention of targeting him, maintaining a composed demeanor as though I had come solely to escort Glen.

‘It was the same when I met Derus.’

The moment he arrived, I wielded a faint breeze to inspect not his hand wound, but his death aura.

Then, during our handshake, I examined his hand, leaving the subtle implication that I had abandoned any pursuit of the death aura.

I moved with such discretion that only Derus could barely perceive it, so naturally his attention concentrated on his hand.

‘That’s where the real game began.’

Derus Robert is so meticulous that he’s suspicious to the point of obsession, and because he’s extremely cautious, even when he grabbed his opponent’s wrist during their sparring match, he didn’t immediately go for a killing blow.

First, I drew his gaze toward the wound on his hand, concentrating his attention there.

The instant his focus shifted to the Manhwagong’s flames, I drew the Blade That Severs Death from where I had hidden it in my heart.

With only one opportunity, I plunged the blade directly into the path of his soul, driving it deep toward the darkness that lay buried within.

A sharp, exquisite sensation coursed through me as though I had wielded a physical sword, and convulsions seized Derus’s entire body.

His pupils darkened into shadow, and black flames erupted from his fingertips. The death aura he had to conceal even at the cost of his own life spiraled beyond control, bursting forth of its own accord.

Yet the result I had achieved was not merely one.

Crack!

Gray, mud-like substance dripped from Derus Robert’s hand, revealing diagonal slash marks crisscrossed across the back of his hand.

Two pieces of irrefutable evidence had now surfaced, proving beyond doubt that Derus Robert was the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior.

—What… what is this!

Wrath’s jaw trembled in utter disbelief.

—Why did the aura of death burst out! I thought you were aiming for the back of the hand!
‘This was my objective from the very beginning.’

I twisted my lips upward. Everything had been a lie so convincing that even Wrath, who was always by my side, had been deceived—which meant I could deceive Derus Robert as well.

“Huh…”
“You weren’t aiming for the back of the hand at all? You were targeting the aura of death from the start?”
“You’ve been deceiving us too…”
“You’re truly out of your mind.”
“Ugh…”

Glen and the leaders of the Six Emperors, who knew of the plan, trembled with shock at this turn of events.

“You… vicious bastard…”

Derus thrust forward eyes stained pitch black, his expression turning demonic.
It felt like gazing upon the enemy of the First Patriarch of Zigheart, who had been called Anima.

‘Vicious bastard, he says…’

Laughter escaped me unbidden. Those words were the curse-like utterance my previous self had spat out just before death.

“It’s not vicious—it’s thorough. Derus Robert.”

I returned his own words to him without a single syllable out of place, the very words he had sneered and recited before. He would have realized through the indelible scar on the back of his hand that I was the assassin Raon.
He must have noticed I’m the Assassin Raon through the scar on the back of my hand that won’t fade.

“Ugh…”

Derus Robert’s pupils distorted as he realized I had returned his own words back to him.
Seeing his contorted face, the resentment that had accumulated for over twenty years seemed to dissipate in an instant, replaced by a refreshing clarity.

“Is… isn’t that the aura of death?”
“It’s so suffocating to breathe that it must be the aura of death…”
“And… there’s a scar on the back of his hand! That sword mark the Six Emperors told us to find!”
“The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior was… Derus Robert?”
“This can’t be real…”

The warriors of the Neutral Factions swallowed hard, now certain that Derus was the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman.

“F-Father?”

Lepon Robert couldn’t move a single fingertip from where he stood, his jaw trembling as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

“Raon!”

Derus lost his composure, his face flushed crimson as he extended his blade.
The aura of death he unleashed became a pitch-black net, tightening from all directions.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

I watched the wave of death aura surge toward me without reacting. This was no longer a battle I needed to handle.

Shiiiiing!

A colossal slash descended from the heavens, cleaving through all the death aura that had been closing in from every direction.

“How dare you.”

Glen Zigheart descended before me, having shredded Derus Robert’s aura with his Sky Piercing Sword.
His eyes blazed with genuine fury, kindling a dry murderous intent within them.

“I truly cannot stand you.”

Chamber crunched the candy between her teeth and spread both hands wide.
Silver mana bloomed from her small palms, uprooting and severing all the death aura surrounding Derus Robert.

Screeeech!

Behind the silver gleam, a black blade advanced. The Silent Sword King Lecross. The sword strike he unleashed erupted with a majestic wave of aura.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Derus Robert attempted to defend by drawing upon the aura of death, but the Silent Sword King crushed his chest with the pressure of his blade. From the wound, carved as if by a shovel, a chilling torrent of blood gushed forth.

“Cough! Hack!”

Despite the excruciating pain, Derus Robert honed the aura of death into a sharp edge and hurled it toward Raon.

“No, this won’t do….”

As Larian spread her long, slender fingers, Derus Robert trembled violently from head to toe, unable to move like a puppet suspended by strings. It was one of the Tower Master’s five special techniques—string magic.

“Urgh!”

As Derus Robert tried to gather his limbs inward to break free from the string magic, the Beast King Ogram surged up from behind him.

Whoooosh!

As if seeking vengeance for the ambush he had suffered, Ogram unleashed a barrage of fists from behind, not from the front, each one boiling with roiling aura.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A thunderous roar as if a mountain were collapsing erupted, and Derus Robert staggered, vomiting black blood.

In the moment Derus Robert’s eyes closed from the impact, Raon kicked off the ground. Trusting in Glen’s protection, he advanced and pierced the man’s abdomen with the Heavenly Sword and the Demonic Sword.

“Gasp!”

As Derus Robert began to collapse while spitting blood, Raon struck his face with a fist.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With an explosion that seemed to twist the very earth, Derus Robert was driven into the ground.

“Haah….”

Raon exhaled a long breath and stepped back immediately. His hands trembled slightly.
A refreshing sensation he’d never experienced before and an even deeper anger surged up simultaneously.

“Ugh….”

Derus Robert let out a pained groan, his body covered in blood marks.

“You certainly know how to throw a punch.”

Ogram shook his fist, wisps of white steam rising from it, and smiled at Raon.

“How does it feel to get hit from behind! Derus Robert!”

He twisted his mouth mockingly as he taunted Derus.

“Damn… bastards….”

Derus crawled on the ground, surrounded by the transcendents of the Six Emperors. His hands trembled from pain and rage.

—Beat him more. Why are you stopping? The grudge runs deep!

Wrath waved his hand up and down, as if recalling what he’d said at the first Six Emperors Council meeting.

‘That bastard still has strength left.’

Raon shook his head calmly. Despite his serious injuries, Derus Robert hadn’t lost much of his vigor.
There was a possibility he could take me hostage and escape this situation, so stopping here was the best choice.

—You already knew.

Wrath nodded calmly.

—Your instincts are sharp in strange places.

He furrowed his brow, remarking that my perception stat seemed to be concentrated in one area.

“We can’t kill him yet.”

Chamber shook her head and stood beside Ogram.

“There’s a mountain of things I need to ask this bastard.”

She lifted her witch hat, noting there was substantial information to uncover.

“That’s true.”

I lowered my gaze and bit my lip. Derus Robert was likely still conducting live experiments on countless prisoners while training them as assassins.
To stop that, I needed to make him talk.

“First, we need to understand why he did such things.”

King Lecross approached Derus Robert’s right side and swung his sword. His posture suggested he’d run him through at the slightest misstep.

“I… I just want to dispose of him quickly….”

The Tower Master trembled with anxiety despite already pressuring Derus Robert with thread magic.

“H-Head of House!”
“What is the meaning of this!”
“Stop this at once!”

The Sword Inspection Unit and Mugang Unit of the Robert Family rushed into the Sparring Arena to protect Derus Robert.

But their feet stopped before they could touch the arena floor.

“You cannot proceed.”

Roen held his blade against the throat of Varian, the commander of the Sword Inspection Unit, his killing intent so palpable it sent chills down the spine.

“Seeing you still call him Head of House despite that spectacle, you must all be in on it together.”

Sheryl likewise pressed her sword against the neck of Belun, the commander of the Mugang Unit, her eyes turning cold and sharp.

“Ugh….”
“That’s not it! The Head of House could never have done such a thing!”

Unlike Varian, Belun, the commander of the Mugang Unit, cried out as if he still couldn’t accept the situation.

“F-Father….”

Lepon remained collapsed on the ground, his hand trembling violently as it pressed against the earth.

“Is Dad really that monster? He’s not, right? Please tell me he’s not!”

Despite knowing about the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior’s wounds, he shook his head frantically, unwilling to accept the truth.

“Ha….”

I exhaled a short sigh as I observed his state.

‘Only the Sword Inspection Unit Master and her attendants know about this.’

From the situation, it appeared that the Mugang Unit and Lepon Robert were unaware of Derus Robert’s true identity.
My heart grew heavy, but I couldn’t stop—not for their sake.

“Derus Robert.”

Glen stood directly before Derus Robert, his crimson gaze bearing down upon him.

“You lack nothing, yet why have you committed such atrocities?”
“Huuuh….”

Derus Robert offered no answer, merely exhaling a long breath.

“You’re not attacking me in this situation—you’ve lost your mind as well.”

He regained his composure, his eyes now sharp and rational as they fixed upon me.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such pain.”

Derus Robert traced the deep sword wound carved across his chest, letting out a hollow breath. As his hand touched it, the wound that should have been fatal began to regenerate slowly. It felt less like an ability and more like divine authority.
As soon as his touch reached her, the wound that would have been no surprise if she died right then began to slowly regenerate. It felt less like an ability and more like divine power.

“Don’t move.”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he aimed the Jincheon Sword at Derus’s neck.

“You’re not getting out of here anyway.”

Chamber tilted her chin mockingly at Derus Robert.

“I’ve blocked both teleportation magic and dimensional gates. Whatever you do will be useless.”
“Right. It won’t work. Sigh, just surrender….”

The Tower Master shook his head, saying even he couldn’t escape.

“Your son is watching. Stop making a fool of yourself.”

King Lecross let out a low sigh as he watched Lepon wailing.

“Derus Robert. So it really was you….”

Ogram clenched his fists so tightly that blood dripped from his palms, grinding his teeth.

“That’s right. It was me.”

Derus slowly rose to his feet. Despite being drenched in blood from head to toe, a cold aura that dominated his surroundings surged forth.

“I am the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman who attacked you and tried to kill Glen Zigheart.”

He admitted his identity himself, twisting his crimson lips into a smile.

“Why! Why did you do that!”

Ogram grabbed Derus by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.

“What was lacking!”
“You wouldn’t understand.”

Derus chuckled and shook his head. He wasn’t looking at Glen or King Lecross—he was looking at Raon and smiling.

“Everything was a deception. You prepared thoroughly indeed. I predicted all the actions of these old men, but I never expected you to move like this.”

He drew a distorted smile as if acknowledging his defeat.

“You taught me. That to deceive someone suspicious, I must first deceive myself.”

Raon met Derus’s twisted gaze and adjusted his grip on the Heavenly Sword.

“Kuhahahaha!”

Derus Robert clutched his forehead and burst into raucous laughter.

“Yes. You’re truly Raon. One mistake is all it takes for you.”

He nodded as if everything made sense.

“When did you figure it out? Was it during this war?”

Raon tilted his chin toward Derus Robert. The question was asking when he had realized his reincarnation.

“No. From the beginning.”
“What?”
“I don’t believe in coincidence.”

Derus Robert let his arm hang limply as his eyes rolled.

“Blood has been flowing from this wound for the first time in ages. At first, I didn’t understand why, but as time passed, I found the common thread.”

Derus Robert extended his hand forward, showing the wound on the back where blood was trickling.

“Raon. Every time you achieved an Achievement or my plans fell apart, blood would seep from the back of my hand. When both happened simultaneously, blood would pour out enough to soak the inside of my gloves.”

He laughed while licking the blood from the back of his hand with his tongue.

“My suspicion grew stronger at the Six Emperors Council, and my certainty came when….”

Derus Robert continued, counting on his fingers.

“The Zombie Assassin Factory. All the zombie assassins I sent to kill you died, and the factory collapsed. That cleanup was the work of someone who knew me well, and afterward, I heard news that you had returned alive. There was quite a time gap, but I was certain. That you were Raon.”

He clenched his wounded hand into a fist as if he knew everything.

“Once I reached that conclusion, everything fell into place—the Shadow Factory, the Underwater Dungeon, and the Zombie Assassin Factory.”

Derus Robert’s smile was filled with conviction, as if he had derived the process from the answer.

“Finally….”

He licked the wound clean and bared his teeth, stained crimson with blood.

“Only you possess the power to carve a scar that cannot be erased.”

Derus Robert laughed, his eyes twisting grotesquely.

“If you still fail to comprehend, then you’re a fool who should discard whatever sits atop your neck.”

He shook his head, insisting that I not dismiss him.

“Ah….”

Kubara swallowed dryly as she watched Derus Robert laugh like a madman.

‘So Raon Zigheart was truly Raon.’

Though she trusted and respected Derus Robert, she could not accept that Raon Zigheart was the assassin Raon, long since dead.
He spoke of it every single day, yet she had dismissed it without truly listening—never imagining it could be true.
Derus Robert frightened her as much as Raon did.

“….”

I bit my tongue as I observed Derus Robert’s unwavering certainty.

‘That man is truly dangerous.’

I had assumed he discovered the truth through the wound on the back of my hand from this recent war, yet he had suspected my reincarnation and harbored conviction long before that—a thought no sane person would entertain.
Derus Robert was the greatest madman in this world.

“What is that lunatic saying now?”

Ogram furrowed the bridge of his nose, unable to comprehend.

“He’s feigning madness to escape this situation.”

Chamber cried out to remain vigilant, layering multiple shields of mana around herself.

“I’m… I’m terrified….”

The Tower Master hid behind Chamber and reinforced his true magic.

“Yes. Everyone will think it’s nonsense. But….”

Derus Robert lifted his dry gaze.

“It’s enough if only you and I know.”

He chuckled with evident amusement.

“Stop wasting time with meaningless words and answer my question.”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he thrust the Heavenly Sword toward Derus Robert’s brow.

“What is your purpose?”
“Purpose? That would be….”

It was the moment Derus Robert licked the blood trickling down his forehead with his tongue and began to smirk.

Boom!

Thick veins bulged across the Mugang Unit’s entire body, then detonated.
Though not as powerful as a Zombie Assassin, a massive shockwave rippled outward with enough force to shake the ground.

Whoosh!

Derus Robert seized the opportunity to unleash death aura and the Heavenly Mountain Force he normally wielded, striking against the Six Emperors’ encirclement.

“Hold your positions!”
“Don’t break the encirclement!”
“He can’t escape from here anyway!”

Glen Zigheart, Chamber, and Ogram didn’t take their eyes off Derus Robert even as the Mugang Unit exploded, blocking any path of escape.

“Tch, these old men are truly bothersome.”

Derus Robert didn’t move from his spot, yet something he hadn’t possessed until now rested in his hands.

“Ah, Father?”

Lepon Robert. The man who had been beside the Sword Inspection Unit was now gripped in Derus Robert’s hand.

“What in the….”

Glen’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t seen it coming.

“What is this….”

My lips trembled. It wasn’t that Derus had brought Lepon here, nor that Lepon had come to this place on his own.
From the very beginning, it felt as though Lepon had been gripped in Derus’s hand.

“You wouldn’t possibly….”

Chamber furrowed her brow and turned her head.

“Are you trying to take your own son hostage?”

She twisted her lips in disbelief.

“You’ve truly lost your mind….”
“Hostage?”

Derus pulled Lepon closer and curled his lips upward.

“Do you still see this as human?”

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