The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 772

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Chapter 772

The advantage of Sword Realm Manifestation’s Genesis Slash was not merely that its power grew with my martial strength.
The true power of Genesis Slash lay in my ability to adjust the paths and flow of the Sword Realm to match the demands of battle.

Roooaarrr!

I drew Genesis Slash toward the opening I had identified while fighting the two Twin-Headed Demons, and that brilliant golden light extended forth, erasing even the space where they could escape.

Crack!

The great sword wielded by the Old Twin-Headed Creature shattered, and the Young Twin-Headed Creature’s wooden club was pulverized without even dust remaining.

Yet the light of Genesis Slash had not yet faded. Like a sun erasing the dawn, it blazed with ever-deepening radiance, engulfing heaven and earth.

That noble luminescence did not merely cleave the two Twin-Headed Demons—it split the Monsters behind them in half as well.

Shhhhh.

As I lowered the Heavenly Sword, the vast light subsided, and the battlefield—frozen as if time itself had stopped—revealed itself.
Thousands upon thousands of Monsters lay collapsed, their breath stilled, while crimson blood pooled across the Blue Plain.

“Kugh….”
“Hrrgh….”

The two Twin-Headed Demons barely clung to life by detonating all the fighting spirit they possessed, yet they bore wounds that would not have been strange had they died instantly.

“Damn….”
“Aaaahhh!”

The Old Twin-Headed Creature knelt with both arms that had wielded the great sword severed clean away, while the Young Twin-Headed Creature, struck by Genesis Slash while attempting to flee, had lost its right lower body and crawled across the ground.
Both trembled violently throughout their bodies, spewing black blood from the agony.

“Hah….”

I bit my lip and forced down the blood rising in my throat, my brow furrowing.

‘I’m going to die.’

I had unleashed the Sword Realm consecutively, suffered severe internal injuries, and fought two Monsters who had reached the pinnacle of Grand Master—my entire body was a wreck.
It was fortunate the battle ended here; had it continued even a moment longer, I would have collapsed first.

‘Still, I can’t afford to let my guard down.’

The Twin-Headed Demons had inherited Ettin’s abilities and possessed troll-level regeneration. Now that they were neutralized, I had to ensure I severed their lifelines completely.

“Kugh!”

As I struggled to move my legs forward, a sharp groan echoed from behind. Turning my head, I saw Edgar kneeling on one knee, black blood pouring from inside his helmet.

“Are you alright?”

I turned and caught Edgar as he was about to collapse. An elongated hole pierced through his back—it looked like the wound from when he had taken the blade strikes from Rimer and Sylvia directly with his bare body moments ago.

“Well done, Raon.”

Despite bleeding profusely, Edgar smiled without a trace of resentment, as if thanking me for believing in him.

“No, I….”

I opened my lips, then furrowed my brow. I had no idea what to say to Edgar right now.

“Edgar!”

While I was still pondering what to say first, Sylvia rushed over and cradled Edgar’s head with her knees.

“You fool! If you’d regained consciousness, you should have told us!”

Sylvia cried out, demanding to know why he had taken the blade strike with his body.

“If I had, those two wouldn’t have been fooled.”

Edgar wiped the blood trickling from his lips and laughed awkwardly.

“Hmm….”

Rimer also seemed concerned about Edgar, restraining the two Twin-Headed Demons while turning his gaze backward.

“Still….”

Sylvia bit her lip deeply, as if the situation itself was causing her pain.

“The Demon Sword’s footwork was completely wrong, so your blade strikes didn’t even hurt. I told you so many times that the second form requires extending your ankle forward, but you got it wrong again. In the third form, you need to draw a semicircle with your wrist, but the angle was off. And….”

Edgar, still holding Sylvia’s hand, poured out his criticisms about the Demon Sword. One could hardly tell whether this was a battlefield or a training ground.

“Really….”

Sylvia’s eyes reddened as she watched Edgar’s endless muttering.

“How hasn’t anything changed at all….”

She dropped tears one after another, as if she had missed Edgar’s chatter.

“You still cry easily.”

Edgar raised his hand to wipe away Sylvia’s tears but stopped. He looked down at his blood-soaked hand and lowered it.

“But seeing you again… really… cough!”

Edgar laughed awkwardly before bending over and coughing up black blood again.

“…Are you alright?”

Rimer’s brow furrowed, thinking Edgar was suffering because of his own blade strikes.

“D-don’t worry about it. This isn’t from physical wounds.”

Edgar waved his hand weakly.

“What do you mean by that?”

Sylvia swallowed hard, looking at Edgar.

“Sigh….”

Edgar let out a deflated laugh as he glanced briefly at Sylvia and me.

“Well, I can’t exactly say it like this, can I?”

He raised both hands and grasped the Death Knight’s helmet.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

Edgar tore the helmet away with his own strength, his scream so agonizing it sounded as though his throat was being ripped apart.

I narrowed my eyes as I beheld Edgar’s bare face.

‘Is this man my father?’

He was a man with pallid skin as if he had never seen sunlight in his entire life, bearing the gentle, scholarly impression of someone who loved books. Though his demeanor was soft, his gaze was steely—an expression that conveyed unwavering resolve.
His presence carried a quiet strength, yet his eyes betrayed an iron will.

“My soul is currently ensnared by Tacheon. I’m barely holding on, but I have no way of knowing when I’ll lose control of my body again.”

Edgar exhaled heavily, explaining that the reason he was coughing up dead blood now was because he had refused the orders of the Twin-Headed Creature who had been granted control by Tacheon.

“But it’s fine. This is far better than being unable to do anything at all.”

He laughed, calling it a pain that brought happiness.

“Edgar….”

Sylvia caressed Edgar’s face as tears streamed down her cheeks in anguished sobs. Though she was naturally prone to crying, I had never seen her weep with such intensity since learning of the curse of the harsh winter.
She was originally someone who cried easily, but it seemed like this was the first time seeing her cry to this extent since learning about the curse of the harsh cold.

“I came too late, didn’t I? I’m sorry.”

Edgar awkwardly smiled and patted Sylvia’s back, but even as he did, his hand trembled slightly, as if he were feeling excruciating pain.

“I really have nothing to say to you. I couldn’t protect Sia, and I couldn’t protect you and Raon either. I said I’d make you happy, but I’ve accomplished nothing, so I’m just a pathetic person. All I wanted was for your family to live happily, but instead I made you all miserable. Still, I’m glad you’re all doing well…”

He hung his head as if ashamed of himself and went on talking endlessly.

“You say you have nothing to say, so why are you talking so much?”

Sylvia wiped away her tears and let out a soft chuckle.

“Raon. Didn’t I tell you your father talks a lot?”

She nodded as if encouraging me to greet Edgar.

“We’ve already shared our hearts with each other.”

Edgar slowly lifted his gaze to look at me.

“It was brief, but it was sincere.”

He wore a subtle smile, as if fighting with his son was something he enjoyed.

-Brief? You talked your head off, and now you call that brief?

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

‘It certainly wasn’t brief.’

Despite the urgent situation, Edgar had only moved after pouring out everything he needed to say. He was a man who talked as much as Wrath did.

“Um, listen…”
“Oh my! Father!”

Just as I was about to call out to Edgar, Merlin waved her hand first.

“It’s been so long!”

Merlin smiled brightly while pinning the Green-haired Queen down with gravity magic.

“Um, hey Raon.”

Sylvia glanced at Merlin and leaned her upper body forward.

“A moment ago you called me ‘mother’ too—did you get married to Merlin without telling me?”
“M-married to Merlin?”

Edgar’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I knew that child was obsessed, but marriage?!”

He shook his head while coughing blood.

“No. Not at all.”

I took a deep breath and approached Merlin and the Green-haired Queen.

“Grraaahhh!”

The Green-haired Queen, exhausted from the relentless onslaught, could only bare her fangs without mustering any real strength.

Whoosh!

I moved behind the Green-haired Queen using my barely recovered aura, then struck the back of her neck with the Heavenly Sword.

“Ugh….”

The Green-haired Queen, unprepared for the sudden blow, collapsed.

“Raon! That lady. No, I mean, your sister. Either way, that was too rough!”

Merlin frowned as if telling me to handle her more carefully.

“…Never mind. Bind her securely.”

Unlike Edgar, I couldn’t be certain whether Sia could be saved, so I had to restrain her.

As Sia, the Green-haired Queen, fell, the Monsters attacking the Castle Wall ceased their movements.
They looked around as if forgetting what they were doing, and upon seeing the countless corpses, they fled into the Forest without hesitation.

“Haaaah!”

Dorian collapsed in place and let out a long sigh.

“It’s finally over….”

He lay sprawled on the ground as if relieved to be alive, sobbing quietly.

“Fortunately, it seems they’ve handled things well over there too.”

Burren Zigheart nodded as he gazed upon the plains where the war had ended.

“She really did save him.”

Martha clenched her fists as she watched Sylvia holding Edgar.

‘Then I can do it too.’

Just as Raon had rescued his father Edgar, hope bloomed within her that she could save her mother from the White Blood Cult Master.
Her body was so exhausted that collapse would be no surprise, yet it felt as though she could accomplish anything.

“Mm….”

Lunan Slion bit her lip deeply as she gazed at Raon’s back.

‘Why couldn’t I do the same?’

Regret surged up to her throat—if she had shown courage like Raon, her brother wouldn’t have ended up like this, and her parents wouldn’t have suffered.

‘But….’

She couldn’t spend forever drowning in regret. Lunan Slion clenched Seolhwa tightly, vowing to end Sylvia’s life with her own hands.

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Raon stepped forward past Edgar and Sylvia, standing before the two Twin-Headed Demons.
Thanks to Rimer’s containment, they couldn’t do anything and were merely bleeding out.

“Y-you bastard….”

As the Old Twin-Headed Creature barely regenerated his left arm and tried to summon aura, I drew the Heavenly Sword.

Shwooooosh!

The Old Twin-Headed Creature’s arm fell to the ground with a dull thud, severed once more.

“Grraaahhh!”
“Silence.”

I reversed my grip on the Heavenly Sword and drove it through the Old Twin-Headed Creature’s neck.

“Kugh….”

The Old Twin-Headed Creature thrashed its limbs, seemingly unprepared for such swift death, before its breath ceased entirely.

“…You killed it just like that?”

The Young Twin-Headed Creature let out a hollow laugh, as if it hadn’t expected such speed.

“One mouth is sufficient.”

I withdrew the Heavenly Sword from the Old Twin-Headed Creature’s neck and approached the Young Twin-Headed Creature.

Whiiiing!

Without hesitation, I drove the Heavenly Sword into the Young Twin-Headed Creature’s shoulder.

“Grraaahhh!”

The Young Twin-Headed Creature shrieked and writhed, but its strength had drained away—it could not move.

“Tell me. What did you do to those two?”

I gestured with my chin toward Edgar and Sia.

“Khekhekhe….”

Despite the agony coursing through it, the Twin-Headed Creature did not lose its laughter.

“You just made a truly excellent choice.”
“What?”
“If you had killed me first instead of that old geezer, everyone here would be dead.”

Even in such a dire situation, he lifted his chin with a mocking smile.

“Well, I’ll be dead soon anyway, so what does it matter?”
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“It’s the answer to your question.”

The Twin-Headed Demon looked up at Raon and extended his tongue mockingly.

“You asked what he did to that bastard, right? Tacheon, he….”

He drew a deeper smile, smacking his lips together.

“Used your father as a lab rat.”
“What?”
“The Death Knight’s helmet is a helm that only the dead can wear. Normally, you must turn someone into a corpse before placing it on them, but Tacheon put it on your father while he was still alive and even protected his soul. Why would he do that?”

The Twin-Headed Demon continued without waiting for an answer.

“Your father’s soul gradually became pitch black from the Death Knight’s dark magic and the negative emotions he generated himself. And that darkness accumulated….”

He pointed a finger at Edgar’s left chest.

“In the jewel embedded in his heart, creating annihilation magic. It’s a power born from emotion, just like the lords of the Demon Realm! That bastard is now a living bomb!”

The Twin-Headed Demon spread both arms wide, his mouth splitting into a grotesque grin.

“You should know this, right? You said Tacheon was completed.”

He tapped his temple as if urging Edgar to remember.

“Ah….”

Edgar’s trembling lips parted without a rebuttal. His eyes went vacant, as if the Twin-Headed Demon’s words were the truth itself.

Crack!

I could no longer hold back and drove my fist into the Twin-Headed Demon’s cheek.

“Stop this instant!”
“I’m sorry, but it’s already too late.”

The Twin-Headed Demon licked the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

“Tacheon calculated everything up to this very moment. Now that the Severed Soul Sword moves of its own volition, the explosion cannot be stopped.”

He chuckled wickedly, as if the fuse had already been lit.

“Running won’t help either. The completed annihilation spell will reduce this entire region to ash.”

The Twin-Headed Demon turned his gaze toward the Arian Family Castle.

“Not just you—everything in that castle will disappear as well.”
“Shut your mouth and tell us how to stop it!”

I struck the Twin-Headed Demon’s face and body relentlessly, but he only screamed, refusing to reveal any solution.

-That creature speaks the truth.

Wrath glared at the Twin-Headed Demon, his brow furrowing.

-A massive surge of demonic energy is suddenly erupting near your father’s heart!

He swallowed hard, as if the creature were about to burst.

“Stop now.”

Edgar rose calmly, waving his hand in dismissal.

“That creature knows nothing. Everything is part of Tacheon’s plan.”

He laughed softly, saying it was pointless.

“No…”

I turned my trembling head to look at Edgar.
Just as Wrath said, a terrible surge of demonic energy was raging around his chest.
Even though it hadn’t fully manifested, the aura exceeded the primordial power I had unleashed.

“E-Edgar?”

Sylvia’s hands trembled as she struggled to comprehend the unfolding situation. She wanted to follow Edgar, but her legs had gone limp, refusing to obey.

“Don’t worry.”

Edgar gently stroked Sylvia’s head and smiled softly.

“No one will die.”

He gazed at Sylvia, Raon, and Sia in turn, then nodded.

“Haah…”

After drawing a sharp breath, Edgar plunged his hand—formed into a sword—into his own left chest.

“Aaaarrrghhh!”

He screamed as he tore from his heart a blood-red gem connected by crimson veins. Tremendous demonic energy churned violently within the pentagonal jewel.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The blood-red gem emitted a sound like a clock’s second hand, releasing increasingly dense demonic energy.

-A Soul Demon Stone!

Wrath’s eyes widened as he beheld the gem in Edgar’s grasp.

-Originally a Demon Realm jewel that stores the demonic energy of Demon Lords themselves, but why is it here…?

He furrowed his brow, bewildered by the Soul Demon Stone’s presence in this place.

‘What happens if that detonates?’
-If that boy’s words are true, this entire place will be erased.

Wrath shook his head, declaring everything in danger.

“Edgar!”
“S-Stay back!”

Edgar pushed Sylvia, who had barely managed to stand, aside and moved toward the direction of the Forest.
Whether from pain or the aura of the Soul Reaper Sword, his steps were even slower than an old man leaning on a cane.

Yet even as Edgar trudged forward with difficulty, he never once stopped moving.

-He must be experiencing pain as if his very soul were being torn apart.

Wrath exhaled sharply, impressed by Edgar’s mental fortitude.

-Now I understand where thy perseverance comes from.

He narrowed his brow, unable to deny it.

“Kehehehe!”

The Twin-Headed Demon laughed mockingly and waved his hand.

“It’s all over. You’re coming with me.”
“Shut your mouth!”

I stomped on the Twin-Headed Demon’s face and gazed at Edgar’s back.
Despite the excruciating pain he was enduring, he smiled brightly as if to tell me not to worry. My chest ached strangely—this man I had only seen twice, yet he was my father.
Father or not, the pain in my heart was undeniable.

‘There is a way.’

I gripped the Soul Reaper Sword in reverse and raised it above my chest. Sword Realm Manifestation—Demon King’s Descent. It was the only way to escape this situation.
Many eyes were watching, so my identity would be exposed, but I could not let this man I called father leave like this.

-If thou usest that Sword Realm, the True Demon King can aid thee. However….

Wrath’s blue eyes grew heavy and somber.

-Thou shalt never ascend to transcendence.
‘What?’
-In the second Demon King’s Descent, I bore the shock that would have been transmitted to thee. Should thou use the third Demon King’s Descent, the shock transmitted to thee shall be far more severe than before.

He shook his head as if telling me to think carefully.

Gulp.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

‘If I cannot reach transcendence….’

I cannot achieve my revenge.

Derus Robert was so formidable that Glen Zigheart was his only match.
With the support of an Archangel, failing to reach transcendence meant my revenge would crumble to dust.

“Edgar!”

While I hesitated, Sylvia clenched her teeth and rushed toward Edgar.

“Don’t come!”

Edgar raised his hand, veins bulging across his forehead.

“Don’t you dare come closer!”

His jaw trembled with visible blood vessels as he struggled to contain the demonic energy within the Soul Stone.

“Please, just stay behind me.”

Edgar smiled painfully, as though the annihilation of his own soul was a small price to pay. He took a heavy step forward.

“Ah….”

Sylvia trembled violently, her clasped hands shaking as she struggled to accept that Edgar, whom she had barely reunited with, was slipping away like this.

“Raon.”

Edgar forced his lips upward as he met my hardened gaze.

“A child should never precede their parent in death. I’m sorry to leave like this, but I entrust your mother to you.”

He chuckled bitterly, saying that since he was never meant to exist in the first place, living like this would suffice.

Crack!

I bit down on my molars hard enough to draw blood.

‘It doesn’t matter if I never transcend.’

I didn’t want to see Sylvia’s sorrowful face, and I didn’t want to witness Edgar’s anguished expression.
Even if my revenge were to fail, my choice had already been made.

Sword Realm Manifestation Demon Lord….

“You’re finally saying something that makes sense.”

Just as I was about to plunge the Soul Reaper Sword into my own abdomen, a soft voice rang out from behind me—one that seemed utterly out of place in this moment.

Lectar. The swordsman who had become the Holy Sword Master had appeared behind me without warning.

“Wh…?”

The moment Edgar saw Lectar, he stopped in his tracks, his hands trembling.

“Father… why are you here…?”
“Foolish boy.”

Lectar approached Edgar without hesitation.

“No, please don’t come closer! Right now, I’m—”
“Didn’t you say it yourself?”

He grasped the soul stone connected to Edgar’s heart in his palm.
In that instant, the demonic energy that had been steadily intensifying subsided, and the ticking of the clock ceased abruptly.

“A son should never precede his father in death.”

Lectar placed his hand upon Edgar’s head and nodded quietly.

“Live, Edgar.”

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