The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 749

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Chapter 749

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed upon the swordsmen who filled the space before the Main Mansion.
It seemed not just the Central Intelligence Agency, but the entire Zigheart Family had gathered here.

“Did they all come to see the Central Intelligence Agency Master?”
“That’s right.”

Dorian swallowed the bread he’d been chewing and nodded rapidly.

“Once the Central Intelligence Agency Master ascends to transcendence, Zigheart will be the only one among the Five Emperors to possess three transcendents. Everyone in the Inner Castle, Outer Castle, and Vassal Houses alike is talking about Karun’s name.”

He clenched his fists, his excitement evident.

“Mm!”

Burren’s shoulders trembled with satisfaction at the prospect of Karun’s ascension, his lips pressed firmly together.

-Bread, bread it is!

Wrath swallowed hard, eyeing the bread crumbs Dorian had dropped, as if Karun’s fate mattered little to him.

‘Why is he making such a fuss over a single slice of bread…’
-It’s all your fault!

He shrieked and lunged at me.

-Your mouth is all torn up from eating that hard bread every single day! Everything tastes like rubber now!

Wrath wrapped a white band around his head, demanding human rights.

-Awaken! The True Demon King demands the guarantee of meal rights…
‘A Demon Lord demanding human rights—that’s rich.’

I pushed Wrath aside as he shouted about awakening and walked toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“At this rate, there won’t even be a spot to watch from.”
“Organization Master! Over here!”

Crain, who had arrived early to secure a good vantage point, waved his hand.

‘He really doesn’t miss a thing.’

Raon chuckled softly and made his way toward Crain’s side.

“The Central Intelligence Agency Master has been in the Audience Chamber for over thirty minutes now, so he should be coming out soon.”

Crain smacked his lips, suggesting they would know the answer if they waited just a bit longer.

“So, what do you think happened?”

Dorian swallowed hard and clasped his hands together. He seemed to be anticipating both the possibility that Karun would ascend to transcendence and the possibility that he wouldn’t.

“Who knows.”

As I observed the tense Burren and absently ran my fingers together, measured footsteps echoed from within the Patriarch’s Hall.

Thud.

The footsteps grew louder—each one deliberate and commanding—and Karun Zigheart emerged, dressed in a pristine, well-pressed uniform.

“Ah…”

The moment I saw his crimson eyes, I understood. He had now stepped into a realm different from my own.

-He’s ascended.

Wrath nodded, confirming it.

-His aura is already stabilized. It seems he grasped both intent and imagery quite well.

Though he disliked the man, Wrath acknowledged Karun’s achievement, recognizing the quality of his results.

‘That much is clear.’

Raon nodded heavily.

‘He hasn’t just changed. He’s become a completely different person.’

In Karun’s calm, settled eyes, a blade flickered with the precision of a pendulum.
Even without the savage ferocity and overwhelming momentum he once displayed, a chill ran down my spine.

‘I can’t win against him now.’

Before entering the Chamber of Self, if I had fought Karun at the pinnacle of a Grand Master, the outcome would have been evenly matched.
But now, I cannot win. Defeat is certain.

“Father…”

Burren’s lips trembled as he too sensed the shift in Karun’s aura.

“You’ve improved somewhat.”

Karun grasped Burren’s increased strength at a glance and nodded calmly.

“No, that’s not it.”

Burren smoothed his bangs self-consciously.

“It’s thanks to you.”

Karun’s gaze moved past Burren to Raon standing behind him.

“Thank you.”
“Huh…?”

I swallowed hard and stepped back.

‘Did he just thank me? That arrogant bastard?’

As if I’d heard a curse I should never have heard, every hair on my body stood on end.

“Even if that child has talent, it’s difficult to grow so much in such a short time.”

Karun closed his eyes briefly at my assessment of his teachings, then opened them again.

“The Third Commander found his own path.”

I shook my head while elevating Burren’s accomplishment.

“I see.”

Karun’s gaze shifted, and he nodded, showing newfound interest in Burren unlike before.

“Um, Father. Regarding transcendence….”

Burren stepped forward toward Karun and posed the question everyone was curious about.

“I’ve touched it.”

Karun nodded without hesitation.

“Uooooh!”
“Master! Congratulations!”
“I knew you could do it!”
“At last, the third transcendent of the Zigheart!”

The swordsmen of the Central Intelligence Agency and the Direct Line gathered around Karun, erupting in cheers.

“As expected!”
“Congratulations!”

With the Zigheart locked in war against Oma, and the Family growing stronger, even the swordsmen of rival factions offered sincere congratulations and applause.

“Thank you.”

Karun’s demeanor had truly transformed—he accepted their greetings with a calm voice, neither arrogant nor overbearing.

“Raon Zigheart.”

After receiving the congratulations of those around him, he approached me.

“Speak.”

I exhaled a turbid breath as I gazed into Karun’s eyes—calm as the open sea.

“I may lead for now, but someday you will catch up to me.”

Karun’s gaze grew blunt and downturned.

“…There is still quite a distance to go.”

Before entering the Chamber of Self, perhaps. But to catch up to Karun now, I would have to cross an entire sea. That day was far in the future.

“No, you will certainly reach this realm in a time not so distant.”

Karun shook his head with conviction. I couldn’t understand why he was suddenly offering praise and trying to elevate me.

“However, the Jade Throne is something I cannot yield.”

His once serene eyes began to ripple like waves struck by the wind.

“Whether you reach my level or ascend even higher, the Jade Throne of Zigheart belongs to me.”
“That right now is…”

My eyes widened. Karun had just declared before everyone that he would become the Head of House of Zigheart.

“Yes. It is a declaration.”

Karun nodded tersely, his confidence unmistakable.

“Then you have sought out the wrong person. I have no desire for the Jade Throne of Zigheart.”

I closed my eyes calmly, for I truly harbored no ambitions regarding the position of Head of House.

-That’s right!

Wrath sprang up and landed on my shoulder.

-This fellow’s interest lies solely in the sword! This is obsession itself, love itself!

He flailed both arms, saying the guy should pay some attention to food too.

“No. You and I will cross blades before the golden Jade Throne.”

Karun’s smile carried the certainty of one who had glimpsed the future.

“I’ll be waiting.”

He lowered his hand with measured grace and turned toward the Central Intelligence Agency.

“Wait, Head of House!”
“Please wait!”

The Central Intelligence Agency swordsmen and members of the Direct Line glanced at me once before following in Karun’s wake.

“Raon.”

Burren watched Karun’s retreating figure, his fists clenching tightly.

“My goal of earning Father’s recognition hasn’t changed.”
“I know.”
“The refinement and discipline of my swordplay—qualities that don’t suit the Severed Soul Sword.”

A confident smile crossed his face.

“I won’t give up. I’ll harmonize them, no matter what.”

Burren departed toward the 5th Training Ground rather than the Central Intelligence Agency, his resolve evident in every step.
As I’d suspected, his refusal to abandon his noble swordplay seemed rooted in his admiration for Karun.

‘Father and son…’

I watched Karun and Burren disappear in opposite directions, my expression growing contemplative.
Having never experienced a father even in my second life, I suspected this bond would remain forever beyond my comprehension.

‘But setting that aside…’

I furrowed my brow, recalling the certainty burning in Karun’s crimson eyes.

‘Why did Karun say we’d fight over the position of Head of House?’

What did I just witness…?

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Before midnight arrived, I made my way to the Family Head’s Training Ground. Glen, contrary to his usual habits, had arrived at the training ground first and was gazing up at the night sky.

“I greet you, Head of House.”

I bowed deeply toward Glen’s back.

“So you met with Karun.”

Glen turned around. He seemed aware of my conversation with Karun, a faint smile playing at his lips.

“Yes. He has ascended to Transcendence.”

I nodded, recalling Karun’s quiet yet razor-sharp presence.

“How did you perceive him?”
“It felt like standing in a forest at night—silent, yet uncertain what might emerge from the darkness.”
“You see well.”

Glen waved his hand approvingly, acknowledging my keen perception.

“I expected he would reach Transcendence, but he has achieved far more than anticipated. That child’s talent has finally blossomed.”

He spoke words similar to what Wrath had said, and laughed. Since both stood at the same level, their observations seemed to align.

“Raon. Can you reach that height?”
“Yes.”

I answered without hesitation, lowering my head.

“It is indeed a distant and towering mountain, but not one I cannot climb.”

Today, after seeing Karun, I felt it clearly. Transcendence was indeed distant, but it was not an unreachable sky.

“That’s a fitting answer.”

Glen clasped his hands together, satisfied with my response.

“But Karun mentioned something about the Head of House. Are you truly uninterested in the Jade Throne?”
“Yes.”

I answered briefly again, lowering my gaze.

“My greatest goal has always been to elevate my mother to the Direct Line. If I needed the position of Head of House for that, it would be different. But I’m not considering it now.”
“Good. That’s all I need to hear.”

Glen nodded, agreeing that the position of Head of House shouldn’t be taken on reluctantly.

“Then what you must be curious about now is the Chamber of Self.”

He walked forward with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Unfortunately, it seems the Chamber of Self won’t be usable for a while.”

Glen smacked his lips, lamenting how much Karun had taken.

“It would be wise to assume you’ll use it next year.”
“Understood.”

I bowed respectfully. My bones ached, but I accepted it calmly since it was what I had anticipated after seeing Karun.

“Then let us begin training today. The swordsmanship I’ll teach you this time is the Demonic Sword Technique.”

Glen drew his Heavenly Sword with a solemn stance.

“It’s the highest-tier swordsmanship that leaked from the Holy Sword Association. Even for you, it will be quite challenging.”

He pointed his blade at the sky as if telling me to prepare myself.

Whoosh.

I cleared my mind of thoughts about Karun, who had touched transcendence, and the Jade Throne. Calmly, I lifted the Heavenly Sword. My crimson eyes burned quietly like dying embers.

“I’m ready.”

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A tall woman advanced through a vast forest that had sprouted haphazardly as if the sea itself had been filled in.

Her face was hidden beneath a black orc helmet, but her skin was pale and elastic—so youthful she appeared almost childlike.

As the woman in the orc helmet moved forward, the thickets parted and branches cleared a path. It was as if the forest itself welcomed her, as an Elf might be welcomed.

But what was truly remarkable were the beings following behind her. Monsters born from the fertile forest and earth began to pursue her, slowly forming a force.

Goblins, Kobolds, Orcs, and from the swamp came Trolls and Ogres—creatures that should have fought each other to the death now marched forward as if possessed by spirits.

Wheeee!

The Green Snake Helmet Man, who had been observing this strange sight, let out a whistle.

“An awakened king truly is different.”

He let out a genuine exclamation of amazement.

“The effect is far superior to using mask sorcery. Is that why you brought her?”
“No. I didn’t know either.”

The Twin-Headed Demon beside him shook his head as if questioning what he was saying.

“I brought her because the mother’s blood seemed decent enough to use as a red or green demon. I didn’t know she could dominate not just green-skins, but monsters themselves.”

He chuckled, saying it was just luck.

“Fortune favors you. Including that.”

The Green Snake Helmet Man pointed to the Severed Soul Sword standing guard behind them.

“Ah, I brought that back from the Treasury.”

The Twin-Headed Demon turned around and curled the corners of his mouth upward.

“His aura was weak, but his swordsmanship was absolutely insane.”

He smacked his lips, saying he wanted to fight again.

“You two are still perverts.”

The Green Snake Helmet Man snorted and uncrossed his arms.

“I need to adjust the timing on that. If they gather too quickly, those bastards might show up.”
“I know.”

The Twin-Headed Demon waved his hand dismissively, telling him not to worry.

“I’m curious how many forces will gather, but I should get going. I have a mountain of work.”

The Green Snake Helmet Man furrowed his brow, muttering that only he was busy in Eden, then vanished.

Gooooo.

As the Green Snake Helmet Man departed, the Severed Soul Sword trembled at his fingertips before following the woman in the Orc Helmet.

The Twin-Headed Demon watched the Severed Soul Sword’s back and laughed as if amused.

“Is it instinct? Or perhaps….”

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Late at night, drawing close to midnight.

Raon smiled faintly as he watched dozens of sword lights illuminating the darkness of the 5th Training Ground.

‘They’ve all grown considerably.’
-Honestly, they’re completely different from three months ago.

Wrath nodded, noting how the Gwangpung Corps’ martial prowess and spirit had transformed dramatically.

‘I didn’t expect they’d change this much either.’

The Gwangpung Corps, determined to never be mere supporting players again, had all surpassed the Master tier—save for Yua and Julius.

Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Mark Goeten had all reached the threshold of the highest Master tier, so it was no exaggeration to say that every swordsman who trained in the 5th Training Ground had made significant progress.

‘Am I the only one whose realm hasn’t changed?’

Still, there’s no need to rush.

Even if my martial realm remained unchanged, my mastery of all swords had grown substantially through learning various sword techniques from Glen.
My repertoire of subtle techniques had expanded, and several sword arts had become familiar enough to use in actual combat.

‘Especially the Heavenly Sword.’

The Heavenly Sword, a technique from the Holy Sword Association, fit me remarkably well.
True to its name, it carried solemnity within elegance—a sensation as if binding together my past and present lives.

Raon carried the fervor of the swordsmen in his heart as he made his way to the Family Head’s Training Ground.
As he was executing the Heavenly Sword several times beneath the soft illumination and steadying his breathing, the door opened and Glen entered.

“I greet the Head of House.”

Raon bowed respectfully.

“I saw the 5th Training Ground on my way here.”

Glen acknowledged the greeting with a gesture and approached.

“They’ve all made remarkable progress. Excluding the two who arrived later, everyone’s realm is quite impressive.”

A subtle smile crossed his face as he regarded the Gwangpung Corps with pride, having trained relentlessly day and night for three months.

“I still have much to improve.”
“Now then….”

As I shook my head, Glen’s hand rose.

“It seems you’re ready to take on a new mission.”

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