The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 757

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Chapter 757

‘Let me take a look at this.’

I left Wrath, who was sinking with bubbling sounds, behind me and checked the message.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[All stats increase by 30 points.]
[The rank of trait 【Eye of Wrath】 rises.]
[The rank of trait 【Concentration】 rises.]
[The rank of trait 【Seolhwa Absorption】 rises.]
[The rank of trait 【Seolhwa Rejection】 rises.]

Perhaps because I had driven back the Black Tower Master and defeated three Grand Masters alone, my stats rose by 30 points and four traits increased in rank simultaneously. It was a reward befitting the Achievement.

-Why, why so much….

Wrath, who had barely managed to raise his body, saw the contents and lowered his head again.

But the messages were not yet finished.

[Title 【Tongue That Deceives the World】 is strengthened to 【Tongue That Deceives Heaven and Earth】.]

I widened my eyes upon seeing the final message.

‘This title is….’

【Tongue That Deceives the World】 was a title I had obtained when I trampled Heekyuk Je through a war of words.

‘Right. I had this.’

That title possessed the effect of causing mild mental confusion when conversing with opponents of higher standing than myself.
Now it seemed this ability had worked on the Black Tower Master as well.

【Tongue That Deceives Heaven and Earth】
A title granted to one who has defeated an opponent of higher standing without force, through eloquence alone.
Effect: Causes mental confusion when conversing with opponents of higher standing.

Snap.

I flicked my finger as I examined the contents of the Tongue That Mocks Heaven and Earth.

‘The description has changed.’

The Tongue That Mocks the World used to say it caused slight mental confusion, but that word “slight” had been erased. The title’s effect had clearly grown stronger.

‘This will be quite useful.’

I couldn’t always rely on pure strength to overcome crises. When a Transcendent suddenly emerged like today, this was a precious ability that could open an escape route.

-This… this isn’t right…

Wrath floated into the air, his lips trembling.

‘Well, I did receive quite a lot today…’
-That’s not it!

He furrowed his brow and swung his round fist at the message.

-This tongue doesn’t mock heaven and earth—it mocks dimensions themselves! Didn’t I tell you before?

Wrath’s face flushed red as he demanded I change the title to the Tongue That Mocks Dimensions.

‘Sigh…’

I let out a hollow laugh watching Wrath rage. It was refreshing to hear the Demon King demanding I give him more credit for once.

“Raon.”

As I nodded while watching Wrath snort, Rimer approached with a more serious expression than ever before.

“Today worked out well, but be careful from now on. There will be people your words won’t work on.”

Rimer shook his head, saying it wouldn’t work on Tacheon or Derus.

“Remember that if you die, the other children die too.”
“…I understand.”

Raon bowed his head, recalling Rimer’s back protecting him even as he was crushed beneath the Black Tower Master’s overwhelming aura.
Since Rimer had shown his sincerity, Raon answered with equal sincerity.

“Yeah.”

Rimer lightly patted his shoulder as if that settled everything.

“Anyway, we hit the jackpot here.”

He smacked his lips while gazing at the Changra Sword lying on the ground.

“The legendary Changra Blade of the Continent, and an artifact the Black Tower Master was after.”

Rimer rubbed his hands together, muttering that it would fetch a fortune.

“That’s not all.”

Raon shook his head while examining the Sacred Martial Sword Scripture and the Black Thunder Sword manual.

“Both are supreme-tier sword techniques.”

The Sacred Martial Sword Scripture and the Black Thunder Sword were supreme-tier manuals, each possessing distinct principles.
They would greatly aid his training in the Ten Thousand Sword Style, so he decided to memorize them completely before handing them over to Glen.

‘But…’

The greatest reward was the experience gained from fighting three Grand Masters.
Though they hadn’t reached the absolute peak, each was a supreme master, and the experience of battling them would become a thick foundation for crossing the wall of transcendence.

As Raon reflected on the duels he had fought against the White Ghost Sword Master and Togui, the Gwangpung Corps rushed onto the observation tower.

“M-Master!”
“Are you alright?”
“What happened here?”
“W-we felt an impossible aura from this place…”

The Gwangpung Corps was drenched in sweat, having sensed the Black Tower Master’s energy wave.

“The Black Tower Master was here.”

Rimer exhaled shortly as he watched the Gwangpung Corps.

“Huh, the Black Tower Master? Why did that monster suddenly….”

Burren’s lips trembled as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Right. Only someone of the Black Tower Master’s caliber could unleash such demonic energy.”

Martha nodded, finally understanding.

“…Are you okay?”

Lunan’s eyes clouded with concern as he looked at Raon and Rimer.

“Both are fine. He drove him away.”

Rimer grinned, pointing at Raon.

“The, the Organization Master?”
“How?”

Dorian and Crain dropped their jaws in disbelief.
Others blinked with similar expressions of shock.

“How he drove him away….”

Rimer chuckled and turned to look at Raon.

“Obviously with his tongue.”

He made a mouth shape with his hand and wiggled it playfully as if it were obvious.

“Then it makes sense.”
“The Organization Master’s tongue is at the Head of House’s swordsmanship level.”
“A handsome tongue.”

The Gwangpung Corps nodded calmly, now satisfied.

“That’s all?”

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he watched the Gwangpung Corps accept it as a matter of course.

“That’s about right.”
“I’ve never seen the Organization Master lose in a battle of words anywhere.”
“There are even rumors that the Organization Master’s tongue caused Heekyuk Je to suffer internal injuries.”
“His mouth is honestly more terrifying than his sword….”

The Gwangpung Corps waved their hands as if asking why he was even asking something so obvious.

“I’ve never lost in teasing either, but now I can’t even keep up.”

Rimer muttered that there was nothing left to teach and that Raon should descend the mountain.

-The True Demon King agrees!

Wrath quickly raised his hand in agreement.

-That wretch should be sent to the Celestial Realm to cause infighting among his own kind!

He pointed his hand, saying that the fellow should go to the Celestial Realm, not the Demon Realm.

‘That’s enough.’

It was just as I waved my hand to push Wrath away.

“Hmm?”

Mark Gwaiton let out a low groan as he examined the collapsed Observation Tower wall.

“Organization Master! Come look at this!”

He gasped in shock and pulled out countless pouches of gold coins from between the wall cracks.

“Insane….”
“Ughhhh….”
“Did he hide all of this here?”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen trembled as they watched the gold coin pouches pile up like a mountain.

“I’m rich now! Truly, genuinely wealthy!”

Rimer tossed gold coins and jewels into the air, cackling with delight.

“That’s not quite right.”

I shook my head as I collected all the jewels from Rimer’s hands.

“These coins are byproducts obtained during the mission. We must report them to the Head of House.”
“Oh really?”

Rimer curled his lips as he looked at me.

“Trying to impress Grandfather?”

Despite having the coins taken from him, he appeared delighted.

“Think what you will.”
“You should just become the Head of House!”
“I have no such intention.”
“You’re naturally suited to be the Head of House!”
“I decline.”

I shook my head and raised a finger.

“Wallet.”
“Yes!”

The moment I called out “Wallet,” Dorian rushed over and bowed his head.

“W-Wallet has arrived!”

Dorian’s mouth hung open as if he had truly become a wallet himself.

“Pack everything in this room.”
“Understood!”

Dorian moved his hands with a cheerful laugh, delighted at filling his pockets, but the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen fell silent.

-Look at this!

Wrath pointed at Dorian, his brow furrowing.

-You don’t treat him like a person at all!

He snorted, saying that I viewed Dorian as nothing but a wallet.

‘Ah, unconsciously….’

I scratched my head. It seemed that because Rimer kept making me speak, I had unconsciously called Dorian a wallet.

-That’s what makes it even more terrifying.

Wrath’s shoulders trembled.

-You were born not as a human, but as a celestial being! Your homeland is the sky!
‘…I shouldn’t curse.’

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Lectar sat in meditation within the Underground Training Ground, where not even an inch ahead could be seen.

His entire body, lost in a state of no-self without eating or sleeping as if time had ceased to exist, gradually began to glow with a pale blue light.

Though Lectar’s face grew increasingly gaunt, his body filled with taut, elastic muscles as if reclaiming its prime.

Whoosh.

Yet the pale blue light that had risen to his chest ultimately could not pass beyond Lectar’s neck, fading like dying embers.

“Hah….”

Lectar slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a sigh tinged with regret.

“Not yet?”

He clicked his tongue briefly and pulled the rope beside him.

Boom! Boom!

A sound like drums thundering echoed throughout the entire Training Ground, and moments later, the ceiling opened and Mustan’s face popped through.

“Master!”

Mustan knelt on one knee and bowed his head toward Lectar.

“Congratulations on your breakthrough!”
“A breakthrough? Hardly.”

Lectar smiled faintly and rose to his feet.

“I’ve merely grasped a small clue.”

He brushed the dust from his shoulders and knees, then climbed to the upper level where Mustan stood.

“What’s the situation in Hollam?”

Lectar closed the entrance to the Underground Training Ground and turned to face Mustan.

“Everything proceeds according to plan. Raon has apparently captured Marang, the White Ghost Sword Master, and Togui—all three of them.”

Mustan announced Raon’s victory as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Raon alone?”
“Yes. Though they fought one-on-one, he defeated all three of them by himself.”

He nodded heavily, as though he himself could scarcely believe it.

“I see.”

Lectar recalled the tyrannical aura of Raon’s blade that he had witnessed on the battlefield, and a small smile crossed his face.

‘He’s grown once again.’

Even in a one-on-one duel, the fact that Raon had consecutively defeated three Grand Masters meant he had grown stronger than before.
It seemed he could touch transcendence in the not-too-distant future.

“The information was leaked without any mistakes, yes?”
“Yes. It’s been made to appear as though it came from Togui’s side. Even the Black Market won’t know we spread it.”

Mustan waved his hand, saying there was no need to worry.

“What of the White Ghost Sword Master?”
“He died on the spot.”
“Perfect.”

Lectar stroked his sword and nodded with satisfaction.
The White Ghost Sword Master had refused to acknowledge him as the Rion Lord and had attempted to split the Holy Sword Association in half—so he’d used him by offering the sword manual as a throwaway line, and it had worked perfectly.

‘The ideal outcome.’

Raon had gained experience fighting Grand Masters, obtained artifacts and sword manuals, and the White Ghost Sword Master—who had been an obstacle to controlling the Rion—had been eliminated.
A flawless result.

“Well done.”

Lectar grasped Mustan’s shoulder and smiled.

“There is… one more thing I haven’t yet told you.”

Mustan moistened his dry lips and continued.

“The Black Tower Master has appeared in Hollam.”
“What?”

Lectar’s eyes widened.

“Then Raon….”
“He is safe. There….”

Mustan exhaled heavily and recounted what had transpired when the Black Tower Master descended.

“Kahahaha!”

Lectar burst into laughter, clutching his forehead.

“So you’re saying you drove away the Black Tower Master with words alone? I was wondering where Edgar’s silver tongue had gone—it was right there all along.”

He nodded approvingly, as if proud of his grandson.

“This is no laughing matter. Now the Black Tower Master will target Raon as well….”

Mustan swallowed dryly, visibly concerned for Raon’s safety.

“Tacheon, Derus Robert, the White Blood Cult Master, and now the Black Tower Master. It’s like walking on thin ice.”
“That’s precisely why we must act.”

Lectar’s eyes grew calm and composed as he dismissed the worry.

“Do not fear. I will protect that boy with my very life if necessary.”

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Raon and the Gwangpung Corps returned to Zigheart after completely destroying the Arena in Hollam.

“Welcome back.”

Iliun, the Chief Steward, bowed respectfully. He showed proper deference to Raon’s position as a member of the Main Lineage and Organization Master.
The swordsmen standing on the Castle Wall also took up their salutes with solemn expressions.

“Thank you.”

Raon returned their bows and walked down the Main Street toward the Main Mansion.

“Did you hear? He supposedly cut down three Grand Masters single-handedly?”
“And they say it was the White Ghost Sword Master, Togui, and Marang.”
“Insane. His power grows every time I see him.”
“Isn’t he going to transcend soon?”
“Then Zigheart would have four transcendents? That makes us the strongest on the Continent!”

With strong martial power and the qualifications of the Main Lineage now established, there were no more people spreading rumors or harboring jealousy as before. All the swordsmen bowed their heads, their eyes filled with respect and admiration.

‘Mother would be pleased to see this.’

I felt a small sense of pride as I entered the Patriarch’s Hall.
The Audience Chamber doors were already open, and the executives stood waiting before the pillars.

“We greet the Head of House!”

I stepped onto the crimson carpet in the center and knelt before Glen Zigheart.

“We greet the Head of House!”

The Gwangpung Corps echoed the salute and bowed their heads.

“Rise.”
“Yes.”

I bowed once more before rising to my feet.

“Ahem! I heard you brought down Hollam itself—what happened there?”

Glen nodded with a dry gaze, as if urging me to speak.

“Yes. There…”

I explained everything that had occurred in Hollam to Glen and the executives.
Whenever my accomplishments came up, Glen’s shoulders twitched and his legs trembled as if he desperately needed to relieve himself.

“Three Grand Masters alone? That’s just insane…”
“The Gwangpung Corps isn’t normal either. They single-handedly repelled the forces of Tougui, the Holy Sword Association, and the Black Tower.”
“And not a single casualty among them…”
“It means the strategy and deception were flawless, not just the martial prowess.”
“Now that experience has accumulated, there are no openings left at all.”

The executives marveled at my and the Gwangpung Corps’s accomplishments, letting out breaths of awe.

“These are the spoils obtained from Hollam.”

At Raon’s gesture, Dorian retrieved the treasures they had obtained from Hollam from his bag and laid them out.
The gold coins and jewels that Togui had accumulated were so abundant that they were piled nearly to the height of the platform.

“Goodness….”
“So Togui’s wealth truly reaches the heavens….”
“And these sword manuals are said to be of the highest grade!”
“Even the Spear Blade….”
“With this much, what should we even do with it all?”

The executives fell silent at the overwhelming spoils of war, their eyes widening in astonishment.

“Ahem, ahem, ahem!”

Glen Zigheart’s face flushed crimson as he let out a series of stifled coughs.

‘So he wanted to continue receiving my instruction.’

I had told him that if he wanted further sword training, he needed to accomplish something worthy of recognition. My grandson had heeded those words and returned having achieved a feat that no one could dispute.

The thought of resuming training with Raon made a broad smile threaten to burst forth uncontrollably.

“Ahem, ahem.”

Glen Zigheart forcibly suppressed the corners of his mouth from rising and smacked his lips.

“At this level, I have no choice but to acknowledge it. Very well. Is there any reward you desire?”
“I would like….”

Raon slowly lifted his gaze.

‘Yes. Tell me you wish to learn from me.’

Glen Zigheart nodded, meeting the hopeful gleam in his grandson’s eyes.

‘Come on, speak… eh?’

However, the grandson’s gaze turned not toward him, but to the right.

“I would like to have a sparring match with the Central Intelligence Agency Master.”

Raon’s eyes blazed with fierce intensity as he gazed not at Glen, but at Karun standing quietly beside him.

“What?!”

Glen’s once-gentle eyes turned a bloodshot crimson as his gaze pierced toward Karun.

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