The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 773

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Chapter 773

Whoooosh!

Raon swallowed hard as he watched the demonic energy that had been churning violently within the Soul Stone settle down as if about to explode.

‘Did he suppress the demonic energy with his will?’

Seeing the explosion of the Soul Stone cease, it appeared that Lectar had crushed the demonic energy with his transcendent will.

-That Soul Stone contains enough demonic energy that even ordinary transcendents would struggle to endure it….

Wrath licked his lips as he observed Lectar.

-That old geezer has grown quite a bit, it seems.

He chuckled, remarking how well the old men were developing.

‘Growth?’

Now that I thought about it, Lectar’s aura felt considerably sharper than before. It reminded me of how Glen had been.

“What… what is this…?”

The Twin-Headed Demon’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Sword Ghost! Why are you here?! And how did you stop the explosion?!”

He let his mocking smile fade as he shrieked at Lectar.

“…”

Lectar offered no response, his cold eyes fixed upon the Twin-Headed Demon.

“Grrgh! This cannot be! You must all die here!”

The Twin-Headed Demon contorted his face in rage and raised his tattered arm. He appeared to be attempting to detonate the Soul Stone remotely using his demonic energy.

Crash!

I wrenched the aura that had been driven into the ground upward by sheer force, my feet striking the Tae Hwa Step. Advancing directly toward the Twin-Headed Demon, I brought the Soul Reaper Sword down in a reverse grip with devastating force.

Screech!

The spectral blade shimmering with ghostly energy tore through the Twin-Headed Demon’s aura and embedded itself in its neck.

“Ugh!”

The Twin-Headed Demon wanted to detonate the Soul Stone even if it meant its own death, but the ghostly energy radiating from the Soul Reaper Sword left it unable to move a single finger.

“R-Raon Zigheart. You’ve interfered until the very end….”

It lifted its bloodshot eyes and ground its teeth together.

“Now that death approaches, even that ridiculous smile has vanished.”

I looked down at the Twin-Headed Demon’s twisted expression and tilted my chin slightly.

“If you kill me, the Soul Stone will detonate immediately! Don’t pull out the sword….”
“Your lies ring hollow.”

I sneered down at the Twin-Headed Demon.

“If that jewel detonated upon your death, you would have committed suicide already.”

The Twin-Headed Demon desired the annihilation of everyone in this place, even at the cost of its own life. The fact that it hadn’t taken its own life and instead attempted to detonate the Soul Stone remotely made one thing abundantly clear—Lectar had blocked that detonation as well.
Judging from the fact that he didn’t take his own life and instead tried to detonate the soul stone remotely, it was clear that Lectar had also blocked the explosion that would have been triggered by suicide.

“Now it’s your turn to be mocked by death.”
“Now it’s your turn to be mocked by death.”

Raon shook his head firmly and drew the Soul Reaper Sword down from the Twin-Headed Demon’s neck.

Ugh! / Yuck!

The elongated blade of the demon sliced through the Twin-Headed Demon’s neck without hesitation.
His head rolled across the floor, severed from his neck.

“Damn it….”

The malevolent spirit that had mocked human life and fate breathed its last, consumed by despair.

“Phew….”

I exhaled a long breath, staring at the Twin-Headed Demon lying dead with my eyes wide open.
Watching the creature that had toyed with others’ lives perish in anguish felt cathartic, as though a weight had lifted from my chest.

‘I want to collapse right here….’

But there’s still work to be done.

I struggled to lift my head and turned my gaze toward Lectar and Edgar. Both of them were watching me in silence.

‘He called him father, didn’t he?’

Just moments ago, Edgar had called Lectar father. That meant Lectar was my grandfather.

-So that old geezer is your grandfather….

Wrath examined Lectar and smacked his lips.

-Your bloodline truly is no ordinary thing.

He furrowed his brow, remarking that the man had seemed exceptional from the very first meeting.

‘You knew Lectar was here, didn’t you?’
-Of course I did.

Wrath snorted, telling me to ask what I wanted to ask.

‘Then why didn’t you tell me?’
-That old geezer has been watching over you more than once or twice. Since he didn’t show himself every time, I thought he’d stay put this time too.

He shook his head, saying he’d assumed Lectar’s hobby was voyeurism.

“Ah, Father, how did you….”

Edgar swallowed hard, unable to believe that Lectar had actually come.

“I was tracking Eden’s movements when that bastard contacted me.”

Lectar pointed a finger at Merlin.

“It sounded like a lie, but I came just in case—fortunately, I wasn’t too late.”

He nodded his chin at Merlin in gratitude.

“Grandfather, this girl sends her regards.”

Merlin lifted her tattered skirt—torn like an old umbrella—and bowed her head. She seemed utterly devoid of any sense of embarrassment.

“G-Grandfather…?”

Lectar’s eyes flickered violently. Unable to comprehend the situation, he turned to look at Raon and Sylvia, but neither could bring themselves to speak.

“I called the other one too, but it will take a bit longer since it’s late.”

Merlin laughed cheerfully, as if to say there was nothing to worry about.

“There, well done…”

Lectar gave a curt nod, clearly unwilling to continue the conversation with Merlin.

“Yes!”

Merlin murmured to herself that Grandfather had praised her and smiled brightly.

“Father. I….”

Edgar couldn’t meet Lectar’s gaze directly and looked away.

“Keep your mouth shut.”

Lectar shook his head as he staunched the bleeding from Edgar’s left chest, where blood still dripped.

“I’m sorry….”

Edgar couldn’t lift his bowed head, ashamed beyond measure.

“I left Rion shouting that I didn’t want to live like my father, yet I’ve become a worthless insect who couldn’t even protect my own family….”

His shoulders trembled as though the anguish in his heart cut deeper than the wound upon his chest.

“I’m truly sorry….”
“No, that’s not it!”

Sylvia rushed forward and grasped Edgar’s trembling hands.

“Eden came after me, not you! It’s all my fault!”

She shook her head vehemently, insisting that Eden’s assault was because of her.

“Hmm….”

Lectar gazed at Sylvia’s eyes, which glistened with tears, then turned away.
He said nothing, for he understood her suffering better than anyone.

“Ah! My apologies. Allow me to introduce myself properly.”

Still holding Edgar’s hand, Sylvia knelt before Lectar.

“I am Sylvia Zigheart. Father.”

She bowed deeply, addressing Lectar as her father.

“So you already knew.”

Lectar helped Sylvia to her feet, shaking his head slightly.

“You and Edgar are stamped from the same mold—I couldn’t possibly not recognize it.”

Sylvia smiled faintly, remarking how strikingly similar Edgar and Lectar’s appearances were.

‘Indeed….’

I nodded as I observed Edgar and Lectar in turn. Just as Sylvia had said, the two shared nearly identical bearing and features, differing only in hair color.

“Raon.”

Sylvia turned her head and called my name.

“I should greet Grandfather properly.”

She waved her hand, beckoning me over.

“Ah, yes.”

I nodded and pushed myself to my feet. My entire body felt drained of strength, but as Sylvia said, I needed to offer a proper greeting.

“Um, well….”

But the moment I stood before Lectar, my mind went blank. The word “grandfather” wouldn’t come out.

“We can exchange greetings later. Let’s handle this first.”

Lectar, equally awkward, exhaled softly and carefully lifted the soul stone connected to Edgar’s heart.

“You can endure this, can’t you?”
“Of course.”

Despite the excruciating pain coursing through him, Edgar didn’t even let out a groan as Sylvia held his hand.

“Good. A father shouldn’t show his children an unsightly side of himself.”

Lectar smiled faintly as he examined the still-trembling soul stone. After a moment, his brow furrowed with frustration.

“If I sever the blood vessels like this, the demonic energy could explode, or your life could be in danger. It seems we’ll need a skilled healer.”

Lectar exhaled heavily, saying they would need an exceptional priest and healer.

“The Saint of Nenma is currently at Zigheart.”

I pointed toward where Zigheart was located. The Saint of Nenma, Pedrick, possessed both sacred power and exceptional medical skill. He would surely be able to resolve this.

“Right, that’s true. Let’s go to Zigheart.”

Sylvia nodded quickly.

“Pedrick will definitely help us!”
“Going to Zigheart won’t be easy.”

Edgar lowered his gaze, unable to meet Sylvia’s eyes directly.

“What? Why?”
“I was an executive of Eden, and Father became the Holy Sword Master. How could we possibly go to Zigheart?”

He bit his lip, saying he didn’t want to cause harm to Sylvia and Raon.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“The title of Holy Sword Master isn’t worth more than your life.”
“Father?”
“The reason I became the Holy Sword Master was to protect Raon and Sylvia from Oma.”

His eyes revealed a steadfast resolve as he spoke of that singular purpose.

“Father….”
“Father….”

Edgar and Sylvia trembled with pale lips, feeling the sincerity in Lectar’s words.

“Since you failed to be a father, shouldn’t I step in and do what you couldn’t?”

Lectar smiled faintly, as if he had merely paid the price for having a wayward son.

“Ah….”

I clenched my fists as I gazed into Lectar’s quiet eyes.
Recalling his words from moments ago and Wrath’s testimony that he had always been watching over me, all the questions that had accumulated within me dissolved at once.

It seemed that all of Lectar’s strange actions thus far had been to protect me.
My heart ached as if ensnared by thorny vines—a mixture of gratitude and sorrow.

“I apologize.”

Edgar seemed to sense Lectar’s feelings as well, bowing deeply.

“I have nothing to say to you, Father.”
“Enough with the apologies.”

Lectar waved his hand calmly.

“Before being your wife and children, they are my daughter-in-law and grandchildren.”

He snorted, as if it were only natural that he would act.

“….”

Raon smiled faintly as he watched Lectar’s face brighten slightly.

‘He’s returned.’

It felt like seeing Lectar as he was when he came to Zigheart and competed with Glen in sword instruction. The gentleness from those days was blooming within him once more.

“Well, at least he’s not an enemy.”

Rimer lowered his sword, finally able to relax.

“That bashful old man should be nervous, shouldn’t he?”

He shrugged his shoulders as if an amusing thought had occurred to him.

“Support from Zigheart may come, but for now, let’s get out of here.”

Lectar spoke of returning to the Arian Family, grasping Edgar’s shoulder and turning his body.

“I-I apologize.”

Edgar exhaled shallowly as he leaned on Lectar’s support.

“After meeting for the first time in decades, all I can say is I’m sorry.”

Lectar shook his head, signaling Edgar to stop.

“Such words shouldn’t be spoken in front of the children.”

He glanced at me before waving his hand dismissively.

“Ah, yes.”

Edgar caught sight of me and Sylvia, then nodded in acknowledgment.

“I’ll carry Sia for you.”

Sylvia, unwilling to entrust her daughter—whom she’d reunited with after twenty years—to another’s hands, lifted Sia into her own arms instead.

“This feels rather nice.”

With tears still glistening on her face, she approached Lectar and Edgar with a radiant smile.

“Nice, you say? You truly are peculiar…”

Lectar began to speak but suddenly lifted his head urgently.

—He has arrived!

Wrath cried out in alarm as well.

“What…?”

As I lifted my gaze, the empty air rippled like a curtain, and an elongated darkness materialized.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

From within the undulating darkness, sacred light surged forth. It was Tacheon, the master of Eden, cloaked in both light and shadow.

“…So it has come to pass.”

Tacheon lowered his gaze, and with that simple gesture, he seemed to comprehend the entire situation. He nodded calmly.

“Tacheon…”

Lectar stepped forward to protect the others.

“As expected, you had other intentions.”

Tacheon smiled faintly, as if he had anticipated this.

“I will never forgive you!”

Lectar’s face twisted into something demonic, his resolve to kill Tacheon burning fierce—the man who had carved indelible wounds into his son and granddaughter.

“By all means. After my experiment is complete, of course.”

As Tacheon snapped his fingers with a laugh, the Soul Stone—which had been completely immobilized in Lectar’s grip—erupted into violent tremors.

A deafening boom shattered the air!

The demonic energy that had been suppressed surged forth in an instant, and deep fissures split across the Soul Stone’s surface.

“Fall back!”

Lectar tore the Soul Stone from Edgar’s heart and hurled everyone else backward.

“Lectar!”

The moment I called out his name, the Soul Stone shattered, and a catastrophic surge of demonic energy exploded outward, consuming the entire world.

A deafening explosion tore through everything!

I was sent flying like a stone kicked across the ground, tumbling across the earth countless times.

My vision turned pure white, and all I heard was a high-pitched ringing. My limbs felt weightless, and every sensation seemed to vanish as if erased from existence.

“Cough!”

After a long moment of unconsciousness, a violent pain erupted from my abdomen, and I coughed up blood.
Through the agony, my senses slowly returned, and I began to see the plains shrouded in dark smoke.

‘Mother, Father, Grandfather…’

I turned my head, but there was no one else in sight besides myself. My heart began to pound violently, as though it might burst from my chest at any moment.

“Ugh…”

Raon crawled toward the smoke on his knees. Though my arms and legs refused to move, I couldn’t simply remain still.

Whoooosh!

The moment I barely reached the pitch-black smoke, wind swept down from the empty sky, scattering away all the dust and smoke shrouded in demonic energy.

“Ah…”

Rimer and Merlin lay collapsed, coughing blood as though they had shielded me, and beside them were Edgar and Sylvia, limp as they cradled Sia.

I turned my trembling gaze forward.
Before the chasm of the Battlefield, which yawned like the Bottomless Abyss itself with no visible end, Lectar stood alone.
He felt like an empty husk, having poured every ounce of his strength into preventing the explosion of the Soul Stone.

“Ugh…”

Whether my senses were warping or this was truly reality, everyone’s breathing had ceased.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.

The moment I saw those people collapsed and drenched in blood, my mind twisted and the fury I had buried in the depths of my soul erupted like wildfire.
An unbearable surge of rage began to spread to my fingertips.

-Stop! Do you truly wish to kill them all?!

Wrath thrashed both arms, blocking my path.

-How many times must I tell you that if the True Demon King descends directly into your body, you will lose control! Not yet…

Whatever he was saying, I couldn’t hear it properly. My mind was already drowning in rage, making it difficult to regain my senses.

“If you hadn’t bothered protecting those useless things, you wouldn’t be in this state.”

Tacheon finally knelt, and as he gazed at Lectar, who hung his head in defeat, he gave a slight nod.

“Still, it’s impressive firepower for all that effort.”

He laughed, satisfied with the experiment.

Snap.

In that instant, a thread in my mind snapped.

I stopped resisting and surrendered to rage. The spirit I had cultivated through the sword began to freeze over in silver.

-Damn it all!

Wrath was sucked into my consciousness, grinding his teeth. Having lived as a spirit unable to control the body all this time, he had no choice but to lose control.
That masked bastard would escape, and only the others would die. That much was certain.
That masked bastard would run away, and only innocent people would die.

“You idiot, I’m telling you to be patient for just a little while!”

He was gritting his teeth and trying to endure it by any means necessary.

Goooooal!

The ring of a heart that had lost its master’s control spun rapidly and unfurled wings blazing with flames.

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“Is it broken?”

Tacheon extended his hand toward Raon, who stood frozen in place.

“My willpower is weaker than I thought.”

It was the moment when the dark blade he unleashed was about to pierce through Raon’s heart and throat.

Crash!

A brilliant blue radiance erupted across the fractured battlefield, enveloping me in its luminous embrace. The blade of darkness that Tacheon had summoned tore like paper, dissolving into nothingness.

Black horns sprouted from my forehead, and behind me, a colossal moon rose, shimmering with silver light.

Beneath that noble moonlight, the Frost World Tree took root and subdued Tacheon’s light and darkness.

The sky froze into pristine white, and the earth twisted into pitch-black chaos.
Standing within the azure radiance, I revealed a transcendent presence as though the entire world lay beneath my feet.

Causality itself. An anomaly that warped the very laws of existence had descended upon a human form.

“This… this cannot be…”

Tacheon’s eyes wavered with doubt and terror. He erected a formidable barrier of blazing light and consuming darkness to shield himself.

Wreathed in the aura of a Demon Lord, my crimson eyes gleaming, I brought the Heavenly Sword down in a devastating arc.
Light and darkness cleaved apart, and a torrent of crimson blood erupted from Tacheon’s abdomen.

A deafening shriek tore through the air!

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