The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 782

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Chapter 782

Whoooosh!

A small spark, as if igniting a campfire, brought forth a brown-haired girl.
Strangely enough, the girl clutched an old wooden sword as though it were a precious treasure.

I swallowed hard as I gazed upon the child floating like a cloud.

‘So that’s Sia….’

Since Sia would have been far younger when she wore the Green-haired Queen’s helm, it was hardly strange that her soul appeared as a young girl.

‘Fortunately, she appears unharmed.’

Murka had protected her well—not a single scratch marred Sia’s soul.

Siiiiigh…

As I exhaled in relief and moved toward Sia, the black ash left behind by Murka’s soul enveloped both her and me.

‘Should I resist this…?’

I hesitated, but the warmth Murka had shown radiated from the black ash. Sensing there was meaning behind his action, I lowered my guard.

Whoooosh.

As Murka’s black ash gently seeped into Sia, a vivid and deep crimson light blazed forth from her.

“Ah….”

Within the intersecting light of Murka’s and Sia’s souls, I witnessed their meeting.

[Mother! Father!]

Young Sia found Sylvia and Edgar within the Mental World that existed solely for her.
The small cottage visible behind them, the steaming food, the verdant thickets and trees—all spoke of a happy childhood she had known.

[Where are you?!]

Sia called out to Sylvia and Edgar as if she believed herself to be in reality, but naturally, neither of them appeared.

By now, the food had grown cold, the thickets and trees had withered and collapsed, and gray snow had accumulated on the cottage. Sia’s despair was manifesting itself within her Mental World.

[Sob….]

Sia realized that crying would serve no purpose and stopped her tears, rising to her feet. She had not eaten the food, nor had she entered the cottage.

What Sia reached for was an old wooden sword wedged between the logs. She gripped the wooden sword—one that Edgar seemed to have used—and slashed through the empty air.

[Father….]

There was no strength in it, the speed was sluggish, and the form was misaligned, yet it was unmistakably Edgar’s swordsmanship.

Sia was attempting to overcome her fear by mimicking Edgar’s sword techniques—something that would be unthinkable for an ordinary child. Now I could truly feel that she was the daughter of Sylvia and Edgar.

Rummmmmble!

Just as Sia’s spirit was growing and the forest was beginning to regain its verdant hue.
A massive rift tore open in her Mental World, and another Mental World invaded it. It was Murka’s Blackened Dead Forest.

Crash!

The cottage and forest that had been constructed within Sia’s Mental World crumbled like dried leaves from the tremendous shockwave created by the collision of the two Mental Worlds.
This was a phenomenon born from the overwhelmingly vast difference in the grade of Murka’s soul.

Crackle!

Like an elephant and an ant—no, with a power disparity far greater than that—Sia’s Mental World began to be sucked into Murka’s.

Roaaaar!

Murka approached Sia with crimson eyes blazing, his breath reeking of blood as he laid bare the despair and rage from when he was betrayed and killed by humans.

[Ahhh….]

Sia, overwhelmed by Murka’s murderous intent, could barely breathe as she collapsed where she stood.

[Human!]

Through Sia, Murka seemed to recall Essian’s childhood, and he gripped the stone sword even more tightly.
Sorrow and despair bloomed within his trembling eyes.

Kugugugugu!

Murka raised the stone sword above his head. A mere gentle strike would reduce Sia to a handful of blood, yet he simply stared at her with his teeth clenched.

[Ughhhh….]

Before long, what reflected in Murka’s eyes was not rage toward Essian, but concern for the tribal children he had sent away at the end.

In the end, Murka did not surrender to his fury, and carefully lowered the stone sword.
What he chose was not bitter vengeance against humanity, but mercy.

[You too must be a sacrifice to those evil spirits.]

Murka bit his lips until they bled, pushing back the despair and rage that threatened to dominate his mind.

[If I were to kill you, I would be no different from those beasts.]

He forgave the malice of humanity and offered a prayer to the god of nature, hoping the young tribe members would survive well.

[Hahhh….]

Sia sensed that Murka’s killing intent had vanished, and she exhaled a turbid breath while clutching her chest.

[What is your name?]

Murka knelt and met Sia’s eyes at the same level.

[I’m… Sia.]

Sia felt Murka’s gaze warm, and she revealed her name.

[How did you come to be here?]
[I… I’m not sure either. I was with my father, but then people wearing strange helmets came flying and….]

She bit her lip as she spoke of having no memory after that moment.

[Where is this place? Where are my mom and dad?]
[Hell.]
[Does that mean I can’t see Mom and Dad anymore?]

Sia’s eyes glistened with tears as she clasped her hands together, seeming to understand what Hell meant.

[No, that’s not what I meant….]

Murka stammered, flustered by Sia’s tears.

[Let me explain this properly. This place is….]

It was then that he tried to offer Sia another explanation.

Crack, crackle!

Sia’s Mental World began to melt like snow greeting spring. If that space collapsed entirely, she too would vanish.

[So that was their aim.]

Murka’s brow furrowed as he watched Sia’s Mental World crumble. Those helmeted Strange Beings clearly knew he wouldn’t kill the child himself, so they had designed it so that the collision of two Mental Worlds would naturally lead to her death.
The Strange Beings wearing those helmets clearly knew they wouldn’t kill this child themselves, so they designed it so the child would naturally die when the two psyches collided.

I won’t fall for your schemes.

Murka struck his own chest forcefully. He clenched his fist, resolving not to take out his malice on an innocent child.

Sia. What is the most precious thing to you?

Murka held Sia’s hand as it grew increasingly faint, exhaling a low breath.

This, this one.

Sia lifted the worn wooden sword she had been holding in her hand.

[A fine blade indeed.]
What a fine sword.

Murka nodded, saying he thought it would be fine.

[Come this way.]

He returned to his Mental World, bringing Sia with him.

Boom!

Murka brought his stone sword crashing down, sending a violent shockwave through his Mental World.
He endured excruciating agony as if his very soul were being torn apart, continuing to shatter his own Mental World.

Crash!

Thanks to his relentless strikes with the stone sword, a hole large enough for a small child to enter finally opened in Murka’s Mental World.

[Go inside.]

Murka told Sia to enter the hole, then coughed up black blood. It was clear his soul had sustained grave damage.

[A-are you alright, sir?]
[I’m fine.]

Murka laughed, casually wiping away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

[You said you wanted to meet your mother and father, didn’t you? I’ll make sure you do.]

He gently stroked Sia’s head as if to reassure her.

[Sir, what’s your name?]

Sia paused as she was entering the hole and looked up. Her eyes no longer trembled. They held only the pure innocence of seeing Murka as a kindred spirit.

[Murka.]

Murka wiped away the tears gathering at Sia’s eyes as he revealed his name.

[The most incompetent and foolish king in this world.]
[Wow, a king?]
[Now go to sleep.]

As Murka wiped Sia’s forehead, she went limp as if falling into slumber.

[There’s no time.]

Murka’s fingertips trembled as he watched Sia’s Mental World crumble.
Before that world shattered completely, he had to cast a spell to ensure this child survived—there was no time to hesitate.

Splooooosh!

After sealing the hole where Sia had entered, Murka reversed his grip on the stone sword and drove it mercilessly through his own abdomen.

Roooaaahhh!

The covenant Murka established by spilling his soul’s blood was this: Sia’s spirit would be protected as long as he remained motionless in this place. And unless he granted his consent, Sia would never awaken from sleep.

Murka did not think of revenge against Essian, nor did he worry about his fleeing tribe. All that occupied his mind was a single resolve—to save the life before him. It was the moment his soul ascended to a higher plane.

[Phew.]

Only after confirming that Sia’s spirit had taken root within his Mental World did Murka lower the stone sword. He tamped down the earth to keep Sia from waking, and laughed weakly.

[It will likely be a very long time….]

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I bit my lip as I watched Murka’s spirit enveloping Sia’s soul.

‘Murka….’

Even having witnessed it with my own eyes, I could not believe that an orc who had lost his tribe to human betrayal would now trust and protect a human again.
It was astonishing even for one reborn as I was.

“Thank you for protecting my sister.”

I bowed deeply toward Murka’s spirit. This was a tribute from one person to another, a gesture of respect and reverence.

Uuuuuung!

Murka let out a gentle hum as if accepting my gratitude, then wrapped around Sia.

Whooooosh!

The black ash that Murka left behind seeped into Sia, and her appearance began to transform. She passed through the radiant vitality of girlhood, emerging as the Sia I knew now.

Murka seemed to have nurtured Sia’s soul with his own spirit, honoring his promise to protect her.

“Murka.”

I bowed my head toward Murka’s spirit, which had grown so faint it seemed about to vanish.

“If the opportunity arises, I will search to see how your descendants are faring.”

Whoooosh.

Murka’s final fragment of spirit seeped into me as if making a request.
It carried a warmth more tender than anything I had ever felt before.

Whooooosh!

As Murka’s existence completely faded, the Blackened Dead Forest crumbled, and Sia’s mental world, glimpsed in the crimson light, was restored. A small cottage and verdant forest filled the grayish-white space.

I watched as Sia descended toward the cottage, then lost consciousness.

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When I opened my eyes again, I saw Glen and Merlin with furrowed brows.

“Grandfather! It’s my turn this time!”

Merlin thrust her chin toward Glen.

“Stop spouting nonsense! You weren’t carrying me yesterday either! And don’t call me grandfather!”

Glen Zigheart looked down at Merlin with a furrowed brow.

“What else would I call my grandfather but grandfather!”

Merlin shook her head, refusing to back down.

“There’s no reasoning with you….”
“Um….”

I raised my hand toward Merlin and Glen Zigheart.

“Why are you two fighting?”
“Huh? Raon? Why are you awake?”

Merlin gently patted my belly, telling me to sleep longer.

“Ahem….”

Glen Zigheart also let out a long, reluctant cough.

-Those two were arguing over who gets to carry you, boy.

Wrath shook his head as if exasperated.

-They do this every day—it’s driving me mad!

He clicked his tongue, muttering that humans truly lived exhausting lives.

‘Ah….’

I chuckled softly. Now I understood what the two had been quarreling about.

“Don’t fight over something so strange… hm?”

As I tried to get up while stopping them, I noticed my body felt unusually light.

‘What’s this?’

Ever since Wrath’s descent, I felt exhausted and heavy even after sleep, but now that fatigue had vanished in an instant.

-Now that I think about it, you bastard….

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

-What did you go and consume on your own!
‘What are you talking about? I didn’t eat anything.’
-Your soul’s wounds haven’t fully healed! There’s no way that could happen without consuming something!

He grabbed me by the collar, insisting I’d eaten something delicious without him.

“Raon. What happened inside the Mental World?”

Glen’s eyes widened as he noticed his own recovery.

‘Wait. If I’ve changed….’

I looked at Sia lying on the bed.
She too had properly accepted Murka’s soul, radiating a serene aura.
Instead of the despair and rage of the Green-haired Queen she’d shown until now, I could sense the pure innocence of the young Sia that Murka had protected.

“Ah, the young lady’s soul is growing!”

Merlin swallowed hard, sensing Sia’s soul expanding.

“What on earth is this….”

Glen turned to me quickly, seeking answers.

“I’ll explain.”

I smiled gently and nodded.

“About the true king, Murka….”

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I trained with my sword behind the Annex Lake, feeling the changes within myself.

‘I’ve grown stronger.’

By accepting Wrath, my physical abilities had expanded considerably, and my mana circuits had widened, accelerating the flow of aura through my body.
I had expected to face a plateau after reaching the pinnacle of Grand Master, but I never anticipated growth through this method.

-Tch, how irritating.

Wrath glared at me, his brow furrowing.

-The True Demon King’s descent was interrupted halfway, and you benefited from it? How does such a thing even occur!

He gnashed his teeth, complaining about how I always seemed blessed by fortune.

‘I have no idea either.’

I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. Perhaps because my past life had been so wretched, fortune favored me in this one.

-Hmph, I wish I could see Murka instead—that one with such abysmal luck. Had I known he was such a fellow, I would have taken him as my subordinate.

Wrath clicked his tongue, regretting that he hadn’t had more conversations with Murka.

‘I feel the same.’

I nodded, thinking it would have been better if there had been more time to speak with Murka.

-He was not born to be an orc. No, that would be disrespectful to him.

Wrath, contrary to his nature as a Demon Lord, showed respect and nodded slightly.

‘Indeed.’

I was about to resume my training, recalling Murka’s final moments, when—

“Young Master! Young Master!”

Helen came rushing over, her skirt caked with dirt. She was in such a hurry that despite taking the same path every day, she stumbled as if she might fall at any moment.

“What’s the rush? You can take your time and—”
“I can’t!”

As I waved my hand for Helen to slow down, she spoke urgently.

“My lady has awakened! And the others too!”

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