The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 756

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Chapter 756

‘What is that…’

I swallowed hard as I watched a human silhouette rise from Marang’s corpse.

‘The Black Tower Master?’

That eerie mist certainly carried a presence on an entirely different level from Marang. I felt a suffocating pressure as though my very soul was being crushed by darkness.

‘This necklace…’

I bit my lip as I gazed at the black and white pearl necklace resting on the table.

‘Was it really that important?’

I never expected someone of the Black Tower Master’s caliber to concern himself with such a trivial transaction. It seemed this necklace that the White Ghost Sword Master had brought was far more precious an artifact than I’d initially thought.

‘Then this could become my lifeline.’

If the Black Tower Master truly came for this pearl necklace, I could conduct a life-or-death negotiation.
I abandoned the Holy Sword and the Spear Sword, seizing only the pearl necklace where the black and white mists clashed.

“Raon.”

Rimer stepped forward with trembling fingertips, completely blocking my path.

“Don’t you dare step forward!”

He exhaled a turbid breath, declaring that he would protect me no matter what happened.

“Commander…”
-Hmm…

As I gazed at Rimer’s back, steeled as though prepared for death, Wrath clicked his tongue softly.

I apologize to those who care about appearances, but that is not the real thing.
‘Not the real thing?’
It is merely a projection manifested using the demonic energy of that fool who ambushed you.

Wrath snorted dismissively, insisting that this was not the Black Tower Master himself, but merely a projection.

However, that creature’s demonic energy…

He seemed to sense something, his brow furrowing deeply.

‘A projection…?’

A projection?

I turned Wrath’s words over in my mind as I watched the black mist take on human form.

‘Indeed…’

The power is diminished.

The Black Tower Master’s soul possessed a magnitude so immense it could crush this space itself, yet the demonic energy I actually sensed was far more modest.
Just as Wrath said, there seemed to be limits to what could be channeled through Marang’s demonic energy.

‘Then if that demonic energy is completely exhausted, will the projection vanish as well?’

Since the Black Tower Master had manifested using Marang’s demonic energy, the moment that energy was depleted, his descent would likely be undone.

Of course it would.

Wrath nodded matter-of-factly.

Even a parasite falls away from its host once there is nothing left to feed on.
‘Then this is worth attempting.’

Considering the current situation with the Five Emperors and Oma, along with what Derus Robert and the Holy Sword Master had told me about the Black Tower Master’s nature and movements, a single answer for survival crystallized in my mind.

‘Stay composed.’

Just as one can survive a tiger’s bite if one keeps one’s wits about them, I could escape this crisis if I wielded my mind and words skillfully.

As Raon steadied his breathing, a chilling gleam pierced through the black mist. Merely meeting that gaze sent shivers cascading across my entire body.

“Raon Zigheart.”

The Black Tower Master, wreathed in black mist, was not Rimer—he fixed his gaze upon Raon and spoke in a parched voice.

“So it’s you again.”

His voice seemed to bypass the ears entirely, resonating directly within the mind.

“If you wish to avoid suffering even in death, surrender the Black and White Orb.”

The Black Tower Master gestured with his fingertips, demanding the beaded necklace that Raon possessed.

“Ha, what nonsense.”

Rimer’s jaw trembled as he shook his head.

“That’s our lifeline—why would we hand it over! Raon, absolutely do not give it up!”

He too seemed to recognize the necklace’s importance, his brows furrowing.

“Then I shall simply kill you both and take it.”

In the Black Tower Master’s grasp, pitch-black demonic energy blazed and roared. A heat capable of melting all things radiated forth.

Raon endured the Black Tower Master’s murderous intent and placed his hand upon the hilt of the Heavenly Sword.

‘That’s mere bluster.’

If this were the true Black Tower Master, a glance alone could slay both Rimer and myself. But what stood before us was merely a projection fashioned from demonic energy.
I could not win, yet neither did it seem I would lose.

Thud.

After organizing his thoughts, Raon advanced without hesitation.

“Raon!”

Rimer grabbed my shoulder in alarm, blocking my path.

“What are you doing right now!”
“It’s fine.”

I offered Rimer a serene smile.

“Hmm….”

Rimer hesitated momentarily, startled by the settled intensity in my gaze, before stepping aside.

“Black Tower Master.”

I stopped ten paces away from the Black Tower Master.

“How much longer will you keep up this bluster, you cotton candy that’ll blow away in the wind.”

I shook the White Ghost Sword Master pendant toward the Black Tower Master, who was wreathed in mist.

Whoooosh!

The moment the Black Tower Master twitched his jaw, the raging flames erupting from his grasp burst forth and engulfed the White Ghost Sword Master pendant.

“I expected as much.”

I bit my lip and drew the Heavenly Sword with a flash draw.
The azure frost surging from the blade’s edge cleaved through the darkness-infused flames.

Screeeech!

The flames summoned by the Black Tower Master dispersed without ever touching the White Ghost Sword Master pendant.

‘Ugh….’

I forced strength into my wrist, which throbbed as though it might shatter.

‘To wield such power with that level of demonic energy….’

The Black Tower Master created a flame of overwhelming power with just a small amount of demonic energy, as if he weren’t one of the Five Emperors and Oma combined.
A single moment of carelessness would reduce me to ash.

‘Still, I can endure this.’

He couldn’t expend all of that demonic energy anyway.

The Black Tower Master’s true objective wasn’t avenging Marang—it was securing the White Ghost Sword.
I needed to exploit his psychology; he would have to conserve his strength to transport that necklace to where his true body resided.

Whoooosh!

The Black Tower Master’s body vanished abruptly, then burst forth from my own shadow. It was a power that transcended both magic and martial arts—an entirely new concept of force.

Clang clang clang!

I angled the blades of the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword to deflect the Black Tower Master’s assault, retreating backward.
But his strength was so overwhelming that I crashed through the Observation Tower’s wall and was hurled outside.

“This is your last chance.”

The Black Tower Master stood motionless, flicking a finger made of mist.

“Hand over the White Ghost Sword.”
“Chance my ass.”

I wiped away the blood trickling from my lips and smirked.

“You’re not the real thing.”

I tilted my chin up and flicked the White Ghost Sword with my finger.

“Not the real thing?”

Rimer’s eyes narrowed as if questioning my words.

“If that were the true Black Tower Master, we’d already be dead. What stands before us now is merely a fragment of the Black Tower Master created from Marang’s demonic energy.”

I revealed the Black Tower Master’s secret, curling my lips into a smile.

“Since he’s such a Monster, he can display transcendent power even with that level of demonic energy, but if you look closely, his energy is being consumed rapidly.”
“Ah….”

Rimer’s eyes widened as he too sensed the Black Tower Master’s demonic energy diminishing.

“You’re quick to catch on.”

The Black Tower Master exhaled a shallow breath without any sign of panic.

“You’re right that this body isn’t mine. However….”

Irritation welled up at his fractured voice.

“Do you also know that if I accept the losses, I can summon my true form to this place?”

The Black Tower Master’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light as if he would manifest his true body right then and there.

“….”

I forced myself to maintain a composed expression, suppressing my frantically racing heart with the Ring of Fire as I called out to Wrath.

‘Is that really true?’
-It wouldn’t be a lie.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he observed the Black Tower Master.

-Swapping the positions of an avatar and true form, or directly summoning the true form—it’s not impossible for the Demon Race. If that bastard accepts the dissipation of demonic energy like he said, it’s entirely feasible.

He nodded as if regarding the Black Tower Master as one of the Demon Race.

‘You should’ve said that sooner!’
-Hah! Why should the True Demon King do such a thing!

Wrath wagged his tail with amusement, grinning wickedly.

-Summon your true form quickly! I’ll freeze that pathetic avatar on the spot.

He waved his hand eagerly, saying he wanted to taste a real ice cream cone directly for the first time in ages.

‘Damn it….’

If I summoned the Demon Lords’ Descent, transcendence would slip further away. I had to resolve this with my own hands.

‘First, I need to prevent him from bringing his true body here….’

If the real Black Tower Master descended, it wouldn’t just be me who died—the Gwangpung Corps, no, everyone in Hollam might perish. I had to prevent that at all costs.

‘But how?’

As my mind raced, the words of Wrath and the Black Tower Master surfaced simultaneously.

‘Loss?’

Both had said I’d need to accept losses.

‘Would that bastard really come here if he had to accept losses?’

The Holy Sword Master had said the Black Tower Master was collecting artifacts to grow stronger.
If the gains from the Black and White Sovereigns were substantial enough, he’d accept the losses and descend.

‘But….’

If the losses exceeded what he’d gain from the artifacts, he wouldn’t come.

Currently, Oma had suffered severe damage from Glen and was hiding to avoid the Five Emperors. I had to exploit that.

‘Wrath.’
-What do you want.
‘Right now he can’t use his true body’s power, correct? His aura must be diminished too.’
-Didn’t I already tell you? He can only use the level of demonic energy he possesses.

Wrath wrinkled his nose bridge in exasperation.

‘Then there’s a way.’

I resonated the Ring of Fire with extreme intensity.
Calming my mind as I did during training in the Training Ground, I twisted my lips upward into a smile.

“Try it.”

I flicked my finger, inviting him to attempt whatever he wished.

“Do you think I cannot?”

Fury blazed in the Black Tower Master’s clouded eyes. His aura surged violently, and the entire Arena trembled beneath the weight of his power.

“You could, certainly. But will you really do it?”

I tilted my chin with an air of perfect composure.

“Do you know who stands behind me?”
“It matters not who stands behind you.”

The Black Tower Master let out a scornful laugh.

“I can kill you and withdraw whenever I please.”
“What if your soul is severed?”

I turned his mockery back upon him, lowering my hand with a contemptuous smile.

“What?”
“This mission is the first I’ve undertaken since becoming a member of the Main Lineage of Zigheart. It is a test of my bearing, my strength, and my strategy as one of the Direct Line.”

I bit my tongue to endure the Black Tower Master’s fierce aura, then nodded.

-Yes, yes… what are you trying to say now…?

Wrath blinked rapidly, sensing unease.

“Every test has an examiner.”

I watched the Black Tower Master’s eyes begin to waver, my lips curling upward.

“So then, who stands behind me?”

As I spoke, I pointed toward the sky.

“Surely not….”

The Black Tower Master’s lips trembled as he retreated. His momentum began to plummet rapidly.

“Glen Zigheart!”
“….”

I offered no response, merely drawing a faint smile across my face.

“If I send but a single signal, the Soul Reaper Sword will descend and cleave your soul asunder.”

Those who had come to the war with the Nambuk Alliance or Uriel would know that Glen couldn’t wield the Soul Reaper Sword so carelessly, but the Black Tower Master hadn’t been present there, so he fell for the deception far more easily.

-Ah, no way!

Wrath waved his round hands frantically.

-This wretched celestial bastard is spouting lies again! There’s nothing behind or above, nothing at all!

He screamed his denial vehemently, but naturally, the Black Tower Master couldn’t hear him.

“You… you’re…? Hmm?”

The Black Tower Master’s eyes, which had been scanning the surroundings rapidly, came to rest in front of Rimer.

“It was a lie. That elf doesn’t seem to know anything at all?”

The Black Tower Master exhaled a low breath as he observed Rimer’s hardened expression.

-Finally, someone’s seen through this wretch’s deception!

Wrath nodded with a hearty laugh.

-Even this pointy-eared bastard proves useful!

He patted Rimer’s shoulder as if offering praise.

‘No need to say anything unnecessary here.’

The more I spoke, the more openings I created, and the stronger their suspicion grew. Now was the time to push forward with greater force.

“So if you don’t trust me, summon your true body already.”

I furrowed my brows as I looked at the Black Tower Master.

“Let’s see which is faster—your descent or the Head of House’s blade.”

Contrary to the anxiety rising in my mind, I revealed a calm expression and nodded.

“Hmm….”

The Black Tower Master bit his lip as he watched me sip my tea with such leisure.

‘What is this bastard.’

There wasn’t the slightest shadow on Raon Zigheart’s face, and his heart wasn’t racing either. It didn’t seem like bravado—it felt like the truth itself.

Especially since, unlike Rimer, he showed no panic at the Black Tower Master’s manifestation and maintained his composure, which made it feel all the more genuine.

Finally, Raon Zigheart, called the greatest talent on the Continent, didn’t seem like the type to lie so convincingly.

“Even a strike from a fragment would be devastating. What would happen if the true body’s soul were torn apart?”

I clapped my hands lightly, suggesting we gamble with our lives on the line.

“Hmm….”

The Black Tower Master slowly retreated backward.

‘I cannot face him now.’

If I fell to Glen’s soul-rending blade, the spiritual rank and demonic energy I had accumulated through gathering artifacts would all be for naught.
I had to preserve myself until ‘that’ was complete.

“Raon Zigheart. I will kill you without fail.”

The Black Tower Master’s cold eyes gleamed as if burning your face into his mind. He began to dissolve into the mist, preparing to vanish entirely.

-Ahhhhhhh!

Wrath grabbed his own hair and shook it.

-You idiot! We’re almost there, so why are you turning back! We can finish this right now!

He shrieked that the bastard’s head was filled with nothing but stones.

“Where do you think you’re going?”
“What?”

The Black Tower Master, dissolving within the mist, furrowed his brow.

“What do you mean.”
“Why do you think I mentioned the Head of House was here?”

I swung the Heavenly Sword while facing the Black Tower Master.

“If you’d stayed still, you would’ve watched yourself get beaten and driven away. So why do you think I told you?”
“….”
“When there’s a way out, there’s a price. If I opened an escape route for you, I need to take something in return.”

I snapped my fingers as I spoke.

-Huh…?

Wrath blinked as he looked at me.

-Are you seriously extorting him right now?

He trembled his jaw in disbelief.

“Hand over whatever you have. Otherwise….”

I pointed the Heavenly Sword at the sky as if sending a signal.

“The Head of House will come down.”
“Tsk.”

The Black Tower Master’s eyes darted back and forth between heaven and earth like a bouncing ball.

“You insolent….”
“Calling me?”
“Ugh….”
“Are you calling me?”
“W-wait a moment!”
“Click, click.”

As I flicked my teeth, crimson flames began to blaze along the edge of the Heavenly Sword.

-Damn, how infuriating!

Wrath’s hands trembled violently.

-I’m so irritated I could tear your cheeks off!
“Cursed bastard!”

The Black Tower Master, sharing Wrath’s sentiment, bit his tongue before hurling a black tome from the mist. It was a sword manual bearing the name Black Thunder Blade.

-That foolish bastard!

Wrath shouted “fool” at the Black Tower Master in exasperation.

“I say this once more.”

The Black Tower Master’s pale face emerged from the mist as he ground his teeth.

“Not much time remains. I will kill you and Glen Zigheart both with these hands!”

With those final words, he scattered into mist. Marang’s corpse collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Phew….”

I wiped the cold sweat trickling down my forehead and exhaled a long breath.

“…Raon.”

Rimer called out to me with a dazed expression.

“D-did the Head of House really come here?”
“How could that be possible?”

Raon chuckled and shook his head. Glen Zigheart was the type who taught you how to catch a tiger and then shoved you into its den. There was no way he would protect me at this point.

“So it was all bluffing?”
“That’s right.”
“Are you seriously insane?”

Rimer collapsed on the spot, saying he’d been fooled too. He let out a hollow laugh, wondering if he’d chosen the wrong profession.

-This is all because of that gullible bastard!

Wrath’s round fists trembled with rage.

-I’ve never seen anyone more foolish than the True Demon King himself….

Just as he was about to call me an idiot, a message appeared before his eyes.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[All stats…..]
[Traits…..]

-Gaaahhhhh!
‘Sorry about that….’

I smacked my lips as I watched Wrath collapse, foaming at the mouth.

‘There’s no one in this world more foolish than you….’

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