The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 764

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Chapter 764

Whoooooosh!

The Twin-Headed Demon rubbed his hands together as he watched the Green-haired Queen, who seemed to command the very souls of monsters.

‘Now that’s the real deal.’

The previous Green-haired Queen had concentrated her talents solely on dominating monsters, always remaining in the background. But this young woman was different.

‘Her talent itself is unparalleled.’

Both her ability to command monsters and her martial prowess were of legendary caliber.
Raon Zigheart was said to possess the greatest talent of all ages, yet this one seemed hardly inferior.

‘No wonder she caught his eye.’

Originally, the Green-haired Queen should have remained under Tacheon’s control, but the Heavenly Demon himself, recognizing her talent, had brought her here and personally taught her martial arts.
That alone was proof enough of her exceptional gifts.

“And then there’s this…”

The Twin-Headed Demon’s eyes gleamed as he observed the lion-shaped sword and the earrings shaped like moonlight that the Green-haired Queen carried.

‘With those artifacts in hand, she’s practically grown wings.’

Just moments ago, the Green-haired Queen, himself, and the Severed Soul Sword had conquered the dungeon of the Great Sword Master, who had supposedly transcended five hundred years ago.
After enduring successive traps and battles, acquiring treasures, and experiencing tremendous growth in power, the four of them seemed capable of facing even transcendents.

“How does it feel? Proud?”

The Twin-Headed Demon twisted his lips as he glanced at the Severed Soul Sword standing behind him.

“Though I suppose it doesn’t concern you now.”
“….”

The Severed Soul Sword offered neither answer nor response, only gazing upon the Green-haired Queen.
The eyes flickering within the helmet seemed to shimmer with joy, sorrow, and despair all at once.

“….”

Without so much as a glance at the Twin-Headed Demon, he advanced forward as if to shield the Green-haired Queen.

“I didn’t even cut out his tongue, so I can’t fathom why he refuses to speak.”

The Twin-Headed Demon clicked his tongue, watching the Severed Soul Sword move forward with deliberate slowness.

“What did that Tacheon bastard tamper with?”

I knew that Tacheon had implanted something ‘extraordinary’ within both the Severed Soul Sword and the Green-haired Queen, but observing them lately, it seemed he had also touched something within their very spirits.

“In any case, he’s someone I’d rather not associate with.”

The Twin-Headed Demon gazed at the Severed Soul Sword’s scabbard, then shook his head in disapproval.

“….”

The Green-haired Queen strengthened her dominion over the monsters further, then turned to face the Twin-Headed Demon. Her serene eyes revealed an unspoken question—what would they do now?

“Hmm….”

The Twin-Headed Demon swept his gaze across the vast army of monsters, creatures whose full extent even his perception could not entirely grasp, before turning his attention toward the center.

“It would be wasteful to simply abandon an army of this magnitude.”

He curled his lips upward, gazing at the distant pinpricks of light.

“That much should be destroyable on our way.”
“….”

As the Green-haired Queen raised her hand, the colossal army of monsters surged forward, shaking the very earth beneath them.
Toward the Arian Family—those who had once conquered death itself.

Boom!

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Crackle, crackle.

I gazed at the gently flickering campfire, a faint smile crossing my lips.

-Smiling at the flames, I see! You must be thinking the same thing as the True Demon King!

Wrath nodded vigorously, as if he’d expected this.

‘What were you thinking about?’
-That roasting freshly caught fish over those flames would be nothing short of paradise! Weren’t you thinking the same?

He waved his hands excitedly, as if the taste of fire-roasted food was calling to him.

‘We ate less than two hours ago…’
-The True Demon King’s digestion is already complete!

Wrath lifted his chin proudly, insisting I not underestimate a Demon Lord’s appetite.

‘You’re not even the Demon Lord of Gluttony…’

I let out a hollow laugh. For someone camping out, we’d eaten quite lavishly, yet it seemed insufficient for this fraudulent Demon Lord.

-If it’s not hunger calling, what were you thinking about?
‘I was thinking about how to use fire to grow stronger.’
-Fire?
‘Yes.’

I had sworn to ascend to transcendence without overlooking anything, so I wanted to maximize both the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong.

-You’re greedier than the True Demon King’s appetite.

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, telling me to go be friends with Grid instead.

‘I don’t like that guy.’

Unlike the Demon Lords I found agreeable—Sloth and Gluttony—I had no desire to associate with Grid.

-You have discerning eyes. Only the True Demon King is a true Demon Lord! Though I suppose Pride deserves some acknowledgment… hmm.

Wrath smacked his lips briefly, acknowledging even as he disparaged arrogance.

‘That’s very much like him.’

I was gazing back at the campfire when I sensed a faint presence behind me.

“Mesmerized by the flames?”

Rimer settled into the seat across from me with a faint smile.

“There’s still time left. Why are you awake already?”

I narrowed my eyes, glancing up at the still-dark night sky. Rimer was scheduled for the next watch, but it wasn’t time yet.

“Couldn’t sleep, so I came out early.”

Rimer waved his hand, saying that sleep vanishes with age.

“Though you certainly got your fill of rest.”

I clicked my tongue at Rimer. He had arrived late to the mission departure time, exactly as I’d predicted. Truly remarkable. Well, for an elf, anyway.

“Ah! Everyone’s late sometimes and needs rest as they live!”
“That’s something only the person who waited should say, not the one who was late.”
“Oh, now that you mention it, you’re right.”

Rimer conceded immediately and chuckled.

After exchanging a few more jabs, Rimer and I fell silent, watching only the campfire.

“Raon.”

Rimer called my name as a log collapsed into ash.

“Yes.”
“Why do you have no interest in the position of Head of House?”
“What do you mean so suddenly, sir?”
“You’re a member of the Main Lineage who reached the highest tier of Grand Master in your early twenties. You may not surpass Karun or Denier, but you’re not inferior to Valdemar. With such a position and power, it’s natural for ambition toward the Head of House seat to arise.”

Rimer continued, striking his left index finger against his right index finger like swords.

“The highest Jade Throne of the Zigheart, called the strongest even among the Five Emperors. There’s no shortage of people who wish to wear that noble yet solemn crown, yet you show no interest whatsoever. That’s what fascinates me.”

He shrugged as if demanding an answer.

“Because I’m satisfied with my current life.”

Raon shook his head gently. In my previous life, I possessed nothing and left nothing behind before dying. The value I’ve gained in this life alone brings me happiness.
I harbored little ambition for the Head of House position, even if I might excel at it.

“Even if the Head of House position is lofty and magnificent, it means nothing if it doesn’t suit me.”
“Hmm, I can’t argue with that.”

Rimer lowered his fingers in acknowledgment.

“And the reason the Jade Throne of Zigheart is great is because our current Head of House sits upon it.”

If Glen Zigheart were to disappear and another took his place, the Zigheart would maintain its position among the Five Emperors, but would have to surrender the title of the Continent’s strongest force.
The name Glen Zigheart carried such overwhelming weight.

“It’s true that the Zigheart of today exists because of the Head of House.”

Rimer nodded in agreement.

“But I believe you could grow the Zigheart even beyond what the Head of House has achieved.”
“That’s absolutely not——”
“You wouldn’t know, but the Head of House trembled when he first sat upon the Jade Throne.”

He lifted his eyes and chuckled.

“Really?”

Raon blinked. He couldn’t believe that Glen had trembled.

“You couldn’t even give proper orders, and you kept stammering. Sheryl, Roen, and I had to write your script from behind the scenes, iron your clothes, and do all the hard work. You really put us through it.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively, uttering words that would have summoned lightning from Glen if he’d heard them.

“I’d really like to see that, if it were true.”

A subtle smile crossed my face. Whether fact or fiction, imagining Glen’s bewildered expression came naturally to me.

-Then the True Demon King has won!

Wrath thrust his hand up triumphantly.

-Unlike that senile old fool, the True Demon King did everything perfectly from the very beginning!

He puffed out his chest, proclaiming himself a flawless ruler.

Snap!

I flicked my finger, striking Wrath’s nose.

-Ow! Why are you hitting me!

I pushed the rampaging Wrath aside and turned my attention back to Rimer.

“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For trying to encourage me with those words.”
“I meant every word.”

Rimer’s expression held warmth, yet his eyes revealed profound sincerity.

“I truly believe that if you become the Head of House, Zigheart will prosper beyond what we’ve already achieved.”

He smiled and lightly tapped his sword’s scabbard.

“Witnessing that future has become my new goal.”
“I’ll give it serious thought for now.”

With Rimer speaking so earnestly, I realized I needed to genuinely consider my aspirations regarding the position of Head of House of Zigheart.

“That’ll do.”
“But what if I continue to show no interest in becoming Head of House and decide to leave the family?”
“Then I’ll just have to follow you.”

Rimer laughed, cradling the back of his head with interlaced fingers.

“Follow me where? You need to stay with Zigheart!”
“Where else would the Deputy Organization Master go if not after the Organization Master?”

He raised his hand, declaring he’d follow even unto death.

“Sigh, do as you please.”

I turned my head away, exhaling softly. Though embarrassed by his declaration, I felt nothing but gratitude that he’d commit to following me to the end.

-The fool may know nothing else, but he certainly understands loyalty.

Even Wrath nodded in acknowledgment.

“But…”

Rimer pressed his thumb and index finger together, sketching the shape of money.

“You’ll pay me a salary, right? You’re loaded.”

He smacked his lips, noting that since his benefits would disappear, his wages would need to increase accordingly.

“…”

My previously gentle eyes turned cold and sharp.

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I gazed at the distant Arian Family Castle, biting my lip.

Countless monster corpses burned in flames around the Castle Wall.
The crackling sound resembled a campfire, but the distinctive, nauseating stench of monsters seemed to drift all the way here.

“Uuuaaagh!”

Dorian screamed upon seeing the pile of monster corpses stacked behind the Arian Family Castle.

“All… all of those are monster corpses? There are so many!”

His jaw trembled as he beheld far more monster corpses than he had anticipated.

“I heard the battle hadn’t even started yet, so when did all this…?”

Burren Zigheart bit his lip as he examined the monster corpses stacked like a stone tower, still burning.

“Not only are there countless numbers, but each individual monster is enormous.”

Martha ran her fingertips along her chin, observing the corpses of orcs far larger than typical specimens.

“That means these aren’t ordinary creatures.”
“So many people died too…”

Lunan Slion exhaled a heavy sigh upon seeing the knights and soldiers who appeared to have fallen alongside the monsters.

“Look over there.”

Rimer, standing at the cliff’s edge, called to Raon and the Gwangpung Corps.
As I approached, a sight unfolded before me—a verdant forest of monsters seemed to be engulfing the castle.

“The sheer numbers are staggering. Whether it’s the True Demon King or Eden, these are no ordinary foes.”

He bit his lip as if bracing himself for a grueling battle.

Roooooar!

I surveyed the Arian Family Castle and its walls.
The ragged breathing of knights and Rangers, the twisted cries of monsters, and the thunderous clash of weapons upon weapons seemed to echo in succession.
A fierce battle was unfolding even now.

‘Time is running out.’

It wasn’t just the sheer numbers—each monster was formidable. At this rate, the Arian Family Castle would crumble before half a day passed.

“No detours. We descend the cliff immediately and reinforce the Arian Family.”

To save even a single life, I had no choice but to carve a straight path through, so I ordered the Gwangpung Corps to cross the cliff.

“Yes, sir!”

The Gwangpung Corps showed no fear of the sheer precipice, their eyes gleaming with fierce determination. The essence of Gwangpung Style began to surge beneath their feet.

“Gwangpung Corps. Charge!”

At Raon’s cry, Zigheart’s mightiest wind tore through the darkness.

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Crack, crack, crack!

Fine fractures appeared on the castle walls of the Arian Family, which had been continuously maintained even after the Swamp of Death vanished.
So many monsters swarmed together that their sheer weight alone was accumulating damage to the walls.

But the problem wasn’t limited to the walls. Massive orcs and monsters climbed over each other’s shoulders, driving their claws into the stone as they ascended.

Screeeech!

Elite swordsmen trained personally by the Head of the Arian Family held the line, and Rangers with undefeated records unleashed arrows and crossbow bolts, yet the tide of monsters never ceased.

“Three trolls on the right!”
“Orcs are climbing up! Concentrate arrows on the right side!”
“The left is the same! An orc warrior just jumped in!”

The swordsmen moved as if they had two bodies, cutting down the monsters scaling the walls, yet they couldn’t overcome the numerical disadvantage and fell one by one.

“A t-troll… Cough!”

A young swordsman who rushed to support the left flank was caught in the troll’s grasp. He died without even properly feeling the pain, reduced to pulp.

Crash!

Just as the troll leaped down from the castle wall to hunt its next prey, a brilliant blade flashed and cleaved its head in two.

“Do not retreat!”

It was Wendy Arian, Head of the Arian Family. She extended her aura magnificently, tearing apart all the monsters climbing the Castle Wall.

“This is our home and our land! Defend it with your lives!”

Wendy raised her sword, which radiated an even more brilliant light, bolstering the morale of the swordsmen and soldiers.

“Follow the Head of House!”
“Hold the Castle Wall!”
“This is our final defense!”
“Pour oil and set it ablaze!”

Empowered by Wendy’s prowess, the swordsmen and soldiers roared defiantly, holding back the monsters.

Yet the monsters showed no fear even in the face of Wendy’s momentum, trampling burning corpses as they climbed the Castle Wall.

“Argh!”
“The right Castle Wall has collapsed! Orcs are… Cough!”
“M-my lord, the central Castle Wall is severely cracked!”

As the swordsmen’s stamina and auras dwindled, the number of monsters climbing the Castle Wall grew ever greater.
Even though Wendy was a Master, she could not protect everyone, and the swordsmen and soldiers began to be crushed by the monsters’ hands.

“Damn it!”

Freica, the leader of the Rangers, threw down her bow and drew her sword.

“Units 1 and 2, follow me up the Castle Wall!”

The Rangers abandoned their bows and engaged the monsters in close combat to hold the Castle Wall at any cost.

“Hold on a little longer! They have limits too….”

As Freica shouted to rally her subordinates, a deafening roar erupted from beneath the Castle Wall, as if the earth itself were twisting. The steel gate, unable to withstand the monsters’ assault, shattered.

CRASH!

Orcs, trolls, and ogres swung their axes and clubs, tearing the breach in the gate wider still.

ROOOAR!

The orcs widened the fissure and poured through into the castle. Despite their flesh being torn away at the jagged edges, they showed no pain, charging forward like raging buffalo.

“The, the bottom’s been breached!”
“Squad Two, head down! Stop the orcs!”
“Ahhh!”

The Arian Family Castle descended into absolute chaos—swordsmen defending the walls, soldiers guarding the gate, and an endless tide of monsters pouring in.
The stench of death began to permeate every corner.

“I’ll hold them!”

Freica leaped onto the back of an orc about to attack the soldiers and drove her blade through its neck.
Even as another orc’s fist connected with her body, she refused to release her grip on the sword.

“Ugh….”

Wendy Arian watched monsters converging from all directions, her sword hand trembling.

‘How am I supposed to handle this?’

Since becoming Head of House, I had trained relentlessly to protect the Arian Family, yet I could see no way to overcome this crisis.
The gate had collapsed in less than half a day—I had no idea what to do.

‘The Gwangpung Corps won’t arrive until dawn….’

Even if Zigheart came as quickly as possible, I would need to hold out for at least five more hours, and I had no confidence I could protect everyone until then.

‘But I have to endure.’

Raon and the Gwangpung Corps had just demonstrated that the impossible did not exist in this place.
This was no time to tremble in despair and fear—every moment had to be seized to kill one more enemy.

“Fight! Buy time for our families to escape!”

Wendy Arian wanted to trust her subordinates and hold the Castle Wall, but there were far too many Orcs pouring through the breach for her soldiers to withstand.

‘Damn it!’

She abandoned the defense of the Castle Wall, descended, and cut down an Orc that had forced its way through the City Gate.

Crash!

But that was exactly what they had been waiting for—Ogres lurking below seized the opportunity, leaping up the Castle Wall and hurling fists the size of boulders at the swordsmen.

“No…”

Wendy rushed back up the Castle Wall without having finished off the remaining Orcs, but her legs felt impossibly slow.

‘Please! Please don’t be too late!’

She forced her legs forward and extended her blade, but it still fell short.

‘No…’

Despair gripped my heart as I realized I could not protect the swordsmen I had trained myself—disciples more than subordinates.

Whoooosh!

A warm yet fierce wind roared from behind.

Slash!

The moment the wind swept across the entire Castle, carrying away the stench of monsters, the heads of every Orc intent on slaughtering the soldiers were severed.

Thud!

Not only inside the Castle—the Ogre that had climbed the Castle Wall to kill the swordsmen fell below the Castle with its torso split in half.

“Ah….”

Wendy Arian swallowed hard, watching the swordsman in the black long coat materialize at the center of the Castle Wall. The man she had yearned for through the grueling battle now stood before her.

“You’ve endured much.”

Raon Zigheart. The absolute swordsman who bore the epithet of Usurper, transcending the title of Slayer of Dragons, gave a heavy nod.

“Not a single creature shall pass through. Rest now.”

Raon raised the Heavenly Sword, pointing it toward the tidal wave of monsters below the Castle Wall.

“Gwangpung Corps.”

At his final call, the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps took their stance behind him. A chilling presence emanated as if the entire military unit had become a single blade.

“Erase them.”

The moment crimson lightning flickered in Raon’s eyes, the frigid wind of Zigheart carved through the tidal wave of monsters.

Kuuuuuuu!

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