The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 763

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Chapter 763

I watched the trembling document with steady composure, exhaling slowly.

‘It’s finally here.’

When Glen had informed me that Oma was building up military forces, he’d said he was preparing to strike them down, and that the Gwangpung Corps would soon be busy.
Seeing the Head of House’s seal stamped on the document, it appeared to be quite a demanding mission.

“My body’s been itching for action—this is perfect timing.”

Martha laughed refreshingly, her sword held at rest.

“I’ve been wanting to test something too. The timing couldn’t be better.”

Burren wiped his blade with the back of his hand, his expression eager with anticipation.

“….”

Lunan didn’t stop his training, as if unaware the mission orders had arrived.

“My Chaos Storm shall blaze once more.”
“Green Wave! I’m counting on you again this time.”
“Anywhere is fine—I just want to fight already.”

Not just the squad leaders, but the entire Gwangpung Corps revealed eyes burning with fervor, as if they’d all been waiting for this mission.

I curved my lips upward, watching the Gwangpung Corps snorting as if ready to charge out immediately.

‘It would be wasteful to leave them idle anyway.’

The Gwangpung Corps was a collective of monsters who had reached Master rank, excluding Yua and Julius.
Even after completing lengthy missions and returning, it felt wrong to leave them without purpose.

“What is the mission?”

I met Chad’s gaze and nodded.

“The Head of House said he would explain it to you directly. Let’s head to the Patriarch’s Hall.”

Chad turned his back as if beckoning me to follow him to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Understood.”

I gestured to the Gwangpung Corps as I followed Chad.

“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps sheathed their swords as if they’d been waiting and fell in behind me.

The massive doors of the Audience Chamber were already open, perhaps because Glen had summoned us first.

I advanced to the center with the Gwangpung Corps and knelt down.

“We greet the Head of House—”
“Rise.”

The moment Glen spoke, a gentle force surged up and stopped my waist and thighs mid-motion.

‘Is it possible to do this with just intent alone?’

I swallowed hard. Normally, aura had to be infused into intent to generate physical force, yet Glen had conjured tremendous power with intent alone.
My understanding of the martial arts I possessed expanded even further.

“Have you heard about the mission?”

Glen tapped his fingers against the armrest of the Jade Throne.

“I came directly, so I haven’t heard yet.”

I slowly shook my head.

“Actually, I didn’t set this mission. They specified you and the Gwangpung Corps.”
“When you say ‘they’…”
“The Arian Family.”
“Ah.”

The Arian Family was one of Zigheart’s vassal families, tasked with guarding the Swamp of Death.
However, after the deception that Phantom Soul Ghost and that creature had been gathering disappeared, the swamp transformed into a forest and the undead were completely eradicated—or so I’d heard. I couldn’t fathom why a support request had come in.

“The Head of the Arian Family mentioned the Gwangpung Corps by name directly.”
“Do you have any idea why, sir?”

I bit my lip thinly while looking at Glen Zigheart.
Wendy was the only person in the crumbling Arian Family who hadn’t set down his sword, and since he’d even sent reinforcements during the last war, I wanted to help if anything was amiss.

“You likely understand this better than most, but as all the deathly aura that Phantom Soul Ghost and that creature had accumulated vanished, the Swamp of Death became a lush forest.”

Glen stroked his chin and lowered his gaze.

“With a fertile forest created, numerous wild beasts and monsters gathered, forming factions both large and small. There were monsters attempting to encroach upon Arian itself, but with the Head of the Arian Family present, it never became a serious problem.”
“That would be the case.”

I nodded calmly.

‘Wendy would have grown even stronger by now.’

Even during the era when schemers dominated the Arian Family, Wendy never ceased his training.
He would be able to handle ordinary monsters with ease.

“The fact that a support request came from Arian means something has occurred that Wendy cannot resolve.”
“Indeed.”

Chad lifted the documents and exhaled heavily.

“Monsters that should normally engage in territorial disputes were spotted standing in military formation at the edge of the Swamp of Death. They showed no fear of humans and displayed only savage killing intent.”

He furrowed his brows at the absurdity of it all.

“Monsters not engaging in territorial disputes means…”
“Right. A king has appeared.”

Glen answered in my stead, his jaw tightening.

“If the forest is truly that fertile, it wouldn’t be strange for a king to emerge.”

Monsters, even of the same species, wage territorial conflicts when they belong to different tribes.
The only time they gathered without fighting was when a powerful mutant was born.

‘But…’

I had to consider the possibility that it wasn’t a king.

Only a king could control and concentrate monsters—but there were creatures far more vicious and savage than monsters themselves.

“You’ve thought of Eden as well, it seems.”

Glen Zigheart smiled faintly, as if he’d reached the same conclusion.

“Yes. We’ll need to go and verify, but I believe the likelihood of it being Eden is quite high.”
“Eden?”

Martha clenched her right fist.

“That’s right! Those bastards can control monsters! Absolutely!”

She nodded emphatically, having experienced Eden’s abilities firsthand.

“We shouldn’t assume it’s Eden without question. There are limits to the number and types of monsters they can command.”

Burren Zigheart smacked his lips, insisting they gather concrete information before making a judgment.

“Eden…”

Lunan Slion placed her hand on Seolhwa’s sword. She seemed to recall the Evil Goat Demon and Siria Slion, biting her lip deeply.

“We depart at dawn tomorrow. The assault hasn’t begun yet, but we don’t know when trouble might arise, so it’s best we move quickly.”
“Understood.”

I bowed, acknowledging the mission.

“Gwangpung Corps Commander.”

Glen Zigheart tilted his chin toward me.

“The Five Emperors and Oma are clashing across the entire Continent right now. If Eden is behind this, it won’t be an easy fight.”
“That’s likely, sir.”
“However, only the Gwangpung Corps can resolve an incident of this scale at present. Handle it decisively and return safely.”

He nodded firmly, his trust in the Gwangpung Corps evident.

“Yes!”

Raon and the Gwangpung Corps struck their left chests with their right hands, their voices ringing out in unison.

“You have much to prepare. Go now.”

Glen Zigheart surveyed Raon and the Gwangpung Corps in turn before waving his hand.

“Yes!”

Raon and the Gwangpung Corps bowed their heads and turned to leave.

“I’ll return safely.”

Just before leaving the Audience Chamber, I spoke not as the Organization Master, but as a grandson.

“…Yes. Return safely.”

Glen seemed to understand my meaning, swallowing softly before nodding in acknowledgment.

“Then.”

I gazed at Glen’s faint smile for a moment, then stepped outside the Patriarch’s Hall.

“As the Head of House said, prepare as though we’re fighting not just Monsters, but Oma’s military forces.”

I gathered the assembled Gwangpung Corps and explained what we needed to be mindful of.

“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps raised their chins confidently, as if ready to face anyone.

“We assemble at the 5th Training Ground at dawn tomorrow. Dismissed.”

The moment Raon lowered his hand, the Gwangpung Corps scattered in all directions.

“It’s been a while since real combat. And being able to draw my blade right away—I love it.”

Martha licked her lips, speaking of this as an opportunity to grow.

“….”

Lunan raised a chilling aura, steeling his resolve for battle.
Unlike before, when fear had shown on his face, now his expression was resolute—the look of someone determined to see their duty through.

“Ah, I felt something was missing, and now I realize—the Vice Commander isn’t here!”

Burren clapped his hands as if only now remembering that Rimer was absent.

“Don’t worry.”

I shook my head while glancing toward the rear of the Patriarch’s Hall.

“I know where he is.”

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Whoooooosh!

A majestic wind tore through the interior of the Family Head’s Training Ground.

Rimer stood motionless within the towering tornado, his eyes closed in tranquility.

Ping!

An arrow composed of water droplets pierced through the storm, finding not a single gap in its relentless rotation.

Crash!

Rimer split the terrifyingly swift arrow in half, his eyes closed as though he already knew what was coming.

Boom!

He shattered the ground beneath his feet and let the surging water spear flow past him, displaying a transcendent level of concentration.

Yet he could not evade the water blade that materialized within the rainbow-scattered sunlight.
Rimer’s chest split open, and thin blood welled up.

“Tsk.”

Rimer clicked his tongue briefly as he watched blood flow from his chest. When he waved his hand, all the wind obscuring his vision dissipated.

“I couldn’t see it at all—how did you manage that?”
“R-reflection.”

Siyan, her entire body wrapped in a thick blanket, bounded toward Rimer with light, bouncing steps.

“Reflection?”
“I used the glare from sunlight combined with the reflection of water…”

Siyan laughed softly, explaining that she had employed the method taught to her by the Water Spirit King and the Fire Spirit King.

“That’s quite something. But it was good.”

Rimer gave Siyan a thumbs up.

“Now that I’ve been caught once, I’ll be able to handle similar situations.”

He laughed, satisfied with that much.

“O-older brother.”

Siyan twisted the blanket to her right as she called out to Rimer.

“What is it?”

She fidgeted with her legs protruding from beneath the blanket, her expression worried.

“Why?”

Rimer tilted his head as if he didn’t understand what I was saying.

“Well, you look happy about something, but you’re not being playful like usual. That’s strange.”

Siyan shook the blanket, saying she hadn’t seen me like this in a long time.

“I made a decision about something I was troubled over.”

Rimer laughed brightly, saying his heart felt a bit lighter.

“Something you were troubled over?”
“Yeah. I’ll tell you later.”

I waved my finger, saying she’d find out if she waited.

“Anyway, thanks for helping me train before I head back to Sepia.”

Rimer nodded at the pink blanket. Siyan had received a summons to return to Sepia but hadn’t gone immediately, choosing instead to help me train. I couldn’t help but be grateful.

“I don’t want to go. I want to keep making books with Ensia here, and I want to keep seeing the handsome Raon….”

Siyan shook the blanket side to side, expressing her reluctance to return to Sepia.

“You can always come back. Ensia isn’t here right now anyway. Come together when you both have time.”

Rimer spread both his arms wide, saying she was welcome anytime.

“Really?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Thank goodness.”

As Siyan released a sigh of relief, the training ground door opened and Raon entered.

“Eek!”

Siyan jumped in surprise and stumbled backward, the blanket slipping away from her. She quickly lifted her long hair to cover her face.

“Good grief…”

Rimer let out a hollow laugh as he watched Siyan.
He couldn’t understand why the child who had made such a fuss demanding the Spirit Kings surrender their power to avenge Raon’s death was so easily embarrassed.

“What’s the matter?”

He watched his younger sister retreating further away before turning his gaze toward Raon.

“A mission has come down.”

Raon approached Rimer and bowed his head slightly.

“A mission, huh…”

Rimer smacked his lips while twirling his sword.

“Well, we can’t just play around forever. What kind of mission is it?”
“It concerns the Arian Family…”

Raon recounted everything he had heard about the mission in the Audience Chamber.

“If we’re lucky, it’s the Monster King. If we’re unlucky, it’s Eden.”

Rimer laughed as if amused.

“W-wait, if it’s Eden, isn’t that far too dangerous?”

Siyan swallowed hard.

“We can’t even summon Ifrit right now…”
“We can’t simply stand idle just because one path is closed.”

Raon smiled gently to reassure Siyan.

‘We cannot stop just because one road is blocked.’

Ifrit and Elaim had participated in the war without completing the restoration of the Spirit Realm, so their descent was currently forbidden by the other Spirit Kings.

But there was nothing to fear. Relying on anything other than one’s own strength would weaken both body and spirit.
Even in dangerous situations, overcoming them through one’s own efforts was the true path of a warrior striving for greater heights.

“That’s a fitting answer from the Gwangpung Corps Master.”

Rimer chuckled and patted Raon on the shoulder.

“Then… um…”

Siyan bit her lip and stepped forward.

“Can I come too…?”
“Come too? Not a chance! If you don’t stay put this time, your grandfather will come looking for you.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively, telling her to stay before she got scolded.

“Ugh…”

Siyan lowered her head in disappointment.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back safely and tell you everything that happened.”

Rimer nodded, promising to explain all the details of the mission once he returned.

“Really? You promise?”
“Of course!”
“Okay then!”

Siyan broke into a bright smile and pulled the blanket over herself again.

-Why does that spirit demon keep covering herself with blankets?

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

‘I heard that when spirits feel happy, they cover themselves with blankets.’
-Demons are truly peculiar creatures.

He frowned, unable to comprehend either Rimer or Siyan.

“R-Raon. See you later.”

Siyan bowed at the waist, the blanket still wrapped around her.

“Of course. Please visit again sometime.”
“Y-yes…”

She nodded several more times before leaving the training ground.

“That was a lie, wasn’t it?”

The moment Rimer and I were alone, I exhaled a low sigh.

“See? Our Organization Master knows me too well.”

Rimer chuckled and nodded.

“When we return from missions, I barely have time for gambling and drinking—why would I waste it on that!”

He laughed at himself, saying he had no intention of wasting time with Siyan.

“Sigh…”

I shook my head. The way his serious demeanor kept clashing with that rogue personality was making it hard to adjust.

“We’re departing at dawn tomorrow, so don’t be late.”
“You know me? I’m Rimer—no one keeps promises better than I do!”

Rimer pointed to himself with his thumb as if to say there was nothing to worry about.

“…”

Wrath and I exchanged cold stares as we looked at Rimer.

-He’ll be late.
‘He’ll definitely be late.’

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The fertile forest once called the Swamp of Death swayed in the wind.

Or rather, if I looked closely, it couldn’t be called a forest at all. What trembled wasn’t the thicket—it was the heads and shoulders of Monsters.

Kuguguguguguuu!

Goblins, Kobolds, Orcs, Gnolls, Wolf Bears, Trolls, Ogres, Ettin, Cyclopes. An immeasurable horde of Monsters swept their bloodshot eyes across every direction.
With a chilling presence that suggested they wouldn’t let a single ant pass, let alone a human.

Krrrrr.

For more than two days, the Monsters stood guard without eating or sleeping, their movements precise as if protecting something precious.

Kuwaaaaang!

On the third night, when the moonlight grew unnaturally intense, the center of the battlefield surrounded by Monsters trembled, and a massive explosion erupted.

As the Monsters standing atop it became streams of blood flowing across the ground, a woman wearing a black Orc helmet rose from the collapsed earth below.
When she raised a sword with a lion’s face embedded in it, the Monsters filling the entire forest unleashed a roar that shook heaven and earth.

Kuoooooooooo!

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