The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 780

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Chapter 780

“What did you just say?”

I stared wide-eyed at Wrath, who had plummeted from the sky.

“Sia’s soul is inside this creature?”
“Whether it’s Sia or not, I know for certain that a human soul is embedded within that orc’s essence.”

Wrath nodded his thick jaw, speaking with absolute conviction.

“If you kill that orc, the human soul will perish along with it!”

He lowered his brows, warning me not to touch the creature under any circumstances.

“Is that true?”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the Green-haired Queen.

“….”

The Green-haired Queen lifted the half-shattered stone sword without answering. Her eyes, firmly set with determination to fight to the end, blazed with crimson resolve.
Her eyes, which had settled firmly as if determined to fight to the end, blazed with fierce red determination.

“Phew…”

Raon trembled as he gripped the Heavenly Sword, clenching his teeth. Since Wrath would never lie, he couldn’t fight any longer.

“…I merely wish to protect myself.”
“…they merely wish to protect themselves.”

The Green-haired Queen shook her head, saying that was all there was to it.

“You’re ultimately…”

Raon gazed into the Green-haired Queen’s lonely eyes and trembled at the chin.

‘Wait a moment.’

Was this even possible?

Typically, when one donned Eden’s helmet, the mental world of the Monster and the mental world of the body’s owner would overlap, resulting in a battle of willpower.
I myself had entered the Mental World and fought Rocta, absorbing his soul in the process.

But the fact that Sia’s soul remained within the Green-haired Queen now meant the absorption hadn’t been completed. I needed to investigate this more carefully.

“What is your name?”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword to the ground and regarded the Green-haired Queen.

“Murka.”

Unlike when asked about Sia, the Green-haired Queen answered without hesitation regarding her own name.

“Murka?”
“In human language, it means a tree with deep roots.”
“I thought you’d say a king has no need for such things as names, but how unexpected.”

I smiled faintly and shrugged my shoulders.

“…”

The Green-haired Queen kept her guard up, wrapping the stone sword in crimson aura.

“My name is Raon Zigheart. I am the younger brother of the human you currently inhabit.”

I revealed who I was, closing and opening my eyes.

“Now, can you tell me what happened?”
“I refuse.”

Murka gripped the stone sword, broken in half, without offering an answer.

“I do not trust humans.”

She bared her teeth in a snarl as she gazed upon the charred corpse of the Orc.

“Hmm….”

I exhaled softly, observing Murka as his anger deepened.

‘This won’t be resolved easily.’

Murka had said that he and his kin were killed because humans deceived him, and after death, he was bound to this body against his own will.
It was only natural that he couldn’t trust humans.

Whoooosh!

Seeing my expression harden, Murka seemed to think I would fight again and unleashed a thick killing intent.

But I sheathed the Heavenly Sword completely and lowered both hands.

“I’ve experienced something similar to what you have, but I can’t truly understand your pain.”

In my past life, I lived a hellish existence under Derus’s control, but after my rebirth, I came to understand the value of bonds. The magnitude of suffering was different—Murka was tormented by Eden even in death.
Even in death, the pain was different from Murka’s, who continued to be toyed with by Eden.

“Please. I didn’t even know my sister was alive until recently. I don’t want to cause any more pain to the family I’ve struggled so hard to find.”

Raon lowered his head to Murka, revealing his true feelings.

“….”

Murka’s hand trembled for a moment, but his resolve didn’t waver, and he didn’t lower his stone sword.

“Hey! You orc bastard.”

Wrath looked down at the Green-haired Queen and twisted his lips into a sneer.

“Doesn’t the True Demon King’s vessel speak? Answer me! Kelog!”

He furrowed his brow as if he felt wronged.

“Enough.”
“Stop.”

I shook my head while gripping both of Wrath’s arms.

“If you get angry, how will I…hmm.”

As I tried to calm the struggling Wrath, all strength drained from my body and I collapsed onto the spot.
No, it felt more like my soul itself was losing its strength.

“Are you… alright?”

Wrath hurried over from behind and supported my back like a sofa. True to his cotton candy nature, he was even softer than a bed.

“You’re not in a normal state right now! Cough!”
“You’re coughing, so you’re not normal either, are you?”

I lightly tapped Wrath’s forehead.

“Don’t joke around! If you push yourself any further, you’ll either die or suffer severe damage to your soul!”

He shook his head as if telling me to stop.

“Is that all?”
“Even if that bizarre ring held up, you still absorbed the True Demon King’s aura! Your soul must have cracked!”

Wrath waved his hands up and down, insisting I should rest instead.

“I need to try the new bead ice cream flavor too! Cough!”
“So that was your real goal.”

I let out a short laugh and exhaled deeply.

“I’ll admit, I’m quite dizzy. My vision was shaking even during the fight.”
“The problem started when you couldn’t sense the human soul inside that orc. Cough!”

Wrath shook his head, saying I probably wasn’t in a normal state from the moment I entered this Mental World.

“Yeah…”

Just as Wrath said, forcing myself to endure and fight from the start wasn’t a good choice. Now the dizziness was so severe I could barely hold on.

“Murka. I’ll come back for you, and when I do, I hope you’ll tell me the truth.”

I waved my hand at Murka, whose gaze had grown rigid, and closed my eyes.
Both my soul and body were exhausted—I couldn’t open my eyes again and simply fell into sleep.

“….”

Wrath lowered me as I vanished from the Mental World, then rose into the void.

Whoooosh!

As blue cold surged up like a lake, the massive cotton candy that was Wrath transformed into a Demon Realm lord with frost-silver hair cascading down.

“You are….”

Murka swallowed hard, staring at Wrath in his transformed state.

“Not human.”
“Even after witnessing the form of that blue cloud moments ago, you still thought the True Demon King was human? You truly are an orc without prejudice.”

Wrath’s lips curled upward in disbelief.

“You have suffered deep wounds at the hands of humans. Your soul is brimming with malice and rage. Yet you do not reveal it—that is remarkable.”

I sensed anger radiating from Murka that reached even me. But he suppressed it, keeping it hidden.
Even human saints and sages could not accomplish such a feat.

“Humans aren’t worth trusting, so there’s no point in showing them my anger.”

Murka ground his teeth, deeming it beneath him to display his rage to humans.

“I do not know your past, but there is one thing I know well.”

Wrath raised a slender index finger.

“That young human who vanished after causing trouble moments ago—I know exactly who he is.”
“….”
“He appears strong but is weak, seems cold but is warm. He is different from those humans who kill you, resurrect you, and mock you.”

The Green-haired Queen lowered the stone sword slowly without answering.

“I don’t mean you should accept it right away. If you experience it yourself, you’ll understand first.”

Wrath told me to watch and nodded his head.

“Ah, what a shame. That damned bastard disappeared, so the True Demon King must leave soon too… *cough!*”

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he coughed—a wound to his soul sustained from overexerting himself to help me.

“Scars are medals of honor for a Demon Lord.”

Wrath chuckled softly and wiped away the blood trickling from his mouth.

“Orc. Let’s meet again next time.”

He waved his hand lightly and closed his eyes.

“I hope you come to like bead ice cream too.”

With those words, Wrath vanished from the Mental World.

“Phew…”

Murka lowered the stone sword only after Wrath disappeared.
He exhaled a sigh of relief as he looked at his feet, which hadn’t retreated a single step from their original position.

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I was dreaming.

It was neither mine nor that of my Zigheart ancestors.

Instead of the dead forest I had witnessed in the Mental World of the one called the Green-haired Queen, a vast forest brimming with vibrant life came into view.

It seemed that having spent so long in Murka’s mental world, I had begun to dream his dreams.

Through Murka’s eyes, I saw a young human child. From their clothing and appearance, the nobility of their bloodline was evident.

Occasionally, lost humans would stumble into the heart of the forest, but this was the first time a child had appeared alone.

The torn clothes and blood of other humans staining them suggested the child had been attacked during travel and fled here.

[It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.]

Murka reassured the child with clumsy gestures and movements.
Normally, I should have sent them away immediately, but fearing they might fall victim to their attackers, I decided to bring them to the tribe instead.

[Ahhhhh!]

The child naturally screamed in fear, but soon grasped Murka’s intent and followed along.

The child named Essian had not lived as a noble from the start—there was no pretense about them. They played with the orc children, ate with them, and fell asleep beside them.

The other orcs were initially worried, but seeing the child enjoy themselves with the young ones, they accepted Essian as a guest.

Looking at it now, it wasn’t just Murka whose eyes shone with that peculiar light. The other orcs’ gazes were equally dazzling.
They felt like a different species from the orcs I had known until now.

About a month had passed.

Knights and mages began appearing around the forest’s perimeter, conducting a search.
Unlike the attackers, they searched for the child with desperate eyes.

Murka realized they had come to find the child and, after asking Essian not to speak of what happened here, sent them back.

[Thank you so much. I’ll repay this kindness someday, sir!]

Essian thanked Murka and the orcs many times before departing into the human world.

As I watched the scene that naturally brought a smile to my face, the vision suddenly shifted.

[Your Majesty. The humans are destroying the forest.]

An orc shaman with a flowing white beard knelt before Murka.

[This is different from before! They’re not just felling trees and gathering herbs and fruits—they’re trying to destroy the entire forest.]

The shaman raised his fist, insisting they must fight before the humans ruined the forest.

[Let us observe a little longer.]

Murka shook his head calmly. He reassured the orcs by recalling Essian and the other pure-hearted humans.

Time passed once more.

Beyond the shaman’s warnings, the humans burned trees and thickets, slaughtered animals, and destroyed the forest’s balance.

[Your Majesty!]
[Your Majesty!]

The orcs knelt before Murka, crying out that they must fight.

[I will go speak with them directly.]

To avoid war as much as possible, Murka went to meet the leader of the humans destroying the forest. He was confident in the human language, so while waiting behind the largest barracks, a familiar golden-haired youth caught his eye.
Because Inhuman had confidence in human language, when he was waiting behind the largest barracks, a familiar-looking blond young man caught his eye.

As soon as he caught the scent of the young man, he recalled the child who had come to the Forest twenty years ago.

[You are Murka, aren’t you?]
Are you Murka, sir?

Essian’s bewilderment was evident, but he lowered his head and forced an awkward smile.

[…Ah, I’m here to stop this land reclamation.]
“Ah, it’s to prevent this land reclamation.”

He said the Royal Family had issued an order to reclaim this forest, and he had come here to prevent it.
He said he came to The Facility to prevent an order from the Royal Family to clear this Forest.

“I see. Thank you.”

Murka nodded at Essian, relief washing over him that the bonds of the past had reconnected without sparking war.

[I’d like to see my old friends after so long. Would that be alright?]
[Of course. They’ll all remember you.]

He took Essian to find the tribe.

Essian reverted to his childhood self, feasting and drinking with the orcs, sleeping alongside them before departing.

[Don’t worry. I will absolutely prevent the land reclamation.]

His final words carried such conviction that they demanded belief.

Essian had done his work well—the human barracks vanished, and for two months, not even a shadow of mankind appeared.

Just as Murka was thinking relief and ordering the orcs to return to their normal lives—

Fire erupted across the entire forest, and the sound of hundreds of hoofbeats thundered along the secret paths only the tribe knew.

Humans. They had set the forest ablaze and sent knights through the paths only orcs could traverse.

And.

[Kill the filthy orcs who speak human language!]

Leading the extermination force sent to slaughter the orcs was Essian, the one I had trusted. His once-pure eyes now burned with contempt as he severed orc necks.

Later, it would be revealed that Essian needed an Achievement to become the heir of his Clan, and he attempted to accomplish it through the development of the Forest and the subjugation of Orcs.

The child who once crossed the boundary between human and Monster and accepted the favor of spirits had become a real Monster obsessed with power and money.

[Defend the king!]
Protect the King!

Because the attack was so sudden and unexpected, the orcs died while protecting the children, while blocking the flames, and while defending their incompetent king.

Ahhhhhhh!

Murka charged toward the knights with a stone sword he had never wielded before. After red blood blurred his vision, what he saw was a tangle of corpses—humans and orcs intertwined.

Murka’s race possessed special power and wisdom, barely repelling the assault and driving the humans out of the forest to the villages beyond.

Yet there was no relief to be found.

Somehow, the rumor spread that it wasn’t humans attacking orcs, but orcs assaulting human villages, and soon the strongest warriors of the Continent flooded into the forest.

Ten humans died, and a hundred orcs fell.

A hundred humans perished, and a thousand orcs were slain.

The verdant forest was swiftly consumed by death.

Murka sent the young orcs who had yet to awaken their wisdom down the last hidden path, then remained in the forest with his warriors.
They still followed this ignorant, foolish fool as their king.

Crash!

The human heroes shattered the forest’s barrier and charged forward, allowing no time for apologies to his subordinates.

[Roooaaarrr!]

Murka swung his cracked stone sword and unleashed a roar toward the humans and this world.

[My name is Murka! The most foolish king in this world!]

After that, his vision was dyed crimson.

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“Gasp!”

Raon lifted his upper body and opened his eyes.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead from the vivid dream that felt as though he had experienced it himself.

‘Did I experience something like that…?’

Now I understood why Murka couldn’t trust humans.
Humans had repaid his warm consideration with a blade. If I were in his position, I would have annihilated every human on the Continent. I truly would have.

‘This won’t be easy.’

Seeing Murka’s past, it seemed extraordinarily difficult to draw out his heart. But I couldn’t give up—not for Sylvia and Lectar.

-Finally awake, you fool…?

Wrath climbed onto my bracelet and let out a dry cough.

-The True Demon King is hungry. Get up and eat something!

He shook his head, saying his belly would stick to his spine.

‘Hmm, he’s still plump though.’

I grabbed both of Wrath’s cheeks and stretched them, tilting my head in amusement.

-Silence! The True Demon King is a noble ruler and simply doesn’t show such things! Cough!

He furrowed his brow, urging me to get up already.

‘Right, I should get up.’

I smiled faintly as I began to rise.

[You have drawn forth the true essence of 【Wrath】.]
[You have achieved victory against an overwhelmingly powerful opponent.]
[You have accomplished an impossible feat.]
[All stats have increased…]
[Traits have…]

Messages appeared indicating that my stats and traits had risen as the previous events were calculated.

-Damn it all!

Wrath trembled as he saw the messages.

I was already starving, and now my stomach is aching! Cough!

The creature cried out in frustration, waving her chubby hands about.

You’re truly vexing the True Demon King with your antics!
The growth message was nice, but…

I dismissed the message and rose from the bed.

There was something I needed to do first.

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