The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 808

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Chapter 808

“Huh?”

Darkan examined Raon’s soul through his Divine Sword and exhaled sharply.

‘What in the world is this guy?’

Raon was no mere loudmouth fool. Both his swordsmanship and growth potential exceeded expectations.
He had wanted to assess the caliber of his soul one final time, but this surpassed his imagination entirely.

‘This is nearly transcendent.’

The magnitude of Raon’s soul was vast enough to rival even those who had transcended.
He had marveled at his power and talent, yet the size of his soul was on an entirely different tier.

‘And he’s only a Grand Master.’

As Darkan stood bewildered, something far more immense rose from behind Raon’s soul.

-Vermin.

The moment he heard that chilling voice, as if his soul were freezing over, his entire world changed.

“Hmm…”

Darkan opened his eyes in a place other than the Holy Sword Association.

A snowy plain where both sky and earth were dyed silver. Blue snowflakes poured down onto pristine white ground untouched by any footstep.

‘This isn’t reality.’

Darkan caught the falling snow in his palm and furrowed his brow.

Darkan furrowed his brow as he caught the falling snow in his palm.
The fact that I could see ahead meant this place wasn’t reality, but rather someone’s Mental World.

“This doesn’t seem to be Raon’s Mental World….”

Darkan turned around, recalling that eerie voice.
At the center of an endless snowy plain, a colossal tree wrapped in silver light towered upward.
It seemed as though it had taken root for a thousand years—no, ten thousand years—and even his blade wouldn’t be able to fell it in a single strike.

“How could such a tree exist… Ah!”

Darkan’s jaw trembled as he gazed upon the tree that seemed to pierce the heavens.

‘That’s not a tree.’

He had thought it was an ancient tree of ten thousand years, but this was someone’s soul.
The master of this place possessed a soul so immense that it had taken the form of such a tree.

‘So this being is the master of this place.’

Darkan smacked his lips as he observed the figure standing beneath the tree.

Hair like the sea itself cascaded down to the waist, and the bridge of the nose was sharp as a drawn blade.
Beauty itself seemed to have been refined into human form, yet its pinnacle lay in those eyes—a blue so profound that merely gazing upon it felt as though one’s very soul was being strangled, leaving no words to speak.

He. Or she. No—gender held no significance for such a being. Merely existing felt like both the world’s blessing and its curse.

‘This being is surely the one from back then….’

A face he had seen before, yet strangely it felt like meeting them for the first time. The very grade of their soul was on an entirely different dimension than it had been then.

“Some of my past questions are finally being answered. Are you the one who dominates Raon?”

Darkan twisted his lips as he regarded the blue being.

“Dominates?”

Wrath, the blue Demon Lord, turned his gaze slowly.

“Do you truly believe that leech would submit to anyone’s dominion?”
“Indeed. That child is a vessel that neither receives nor exerts dominion.”

Darkan nodded in agreement.

“However….”

He examined Wrath and clicked his tongue briefly.

“You’re not a swordsman.”

Darkan had discerned from their eyes meeting alone that Wrath was no swordsman. His curiosity shriveled in an instant.

“But you’d still be a worthwhile opponent.”

Though this place was the Mental World rather than reality, fighting someone of such strength seemed it would greatly aid his growth.

“Fight?”

Wrath lowered his azure gaze toward Darkan.

“A mere insect who doesn’t know his place.”

The moment that quiet, subdued voice touched this world, Darkan’s waist bent as though it would touch the ground.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The majestic spiritual essence that Wrath possessed began to crush Darkan.

“Ugh!”

Darkan clenched his teeth. He unleashed his full power to generate an energy wave to prevent collapse, but merely enduring was all he could manage.

‘What… what is this….’

It wasn’t a difference in power. The gap in the strength of his soul was so vast that even enduring it was difficult. His own soul felt as though it were freezing pale white.

‘That being… is not human.’

One could not be human while possessing such a colossal soul.
It was impossible even for Glen Zigheart or the Heavenly Demon—a realm granted only to monsters who lived for thousands of years, or ten thousand years and beyond.

“Vermin.”

Wrath looked down at Darkan and flicked his chin dismissively.

“Yet you babble on about knowing your place before fighting.”

The pressure exerted purely through the magnitude of his soul—devoid of any physical force—caused thick veins to bulge across Darkan’s face.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way….”

Darkan bit his lips until they bled, pushing himself upright.

“I truly feel like I’ve returned to being vermin.”

A twisted smile crossed his face as he seemed to embrace the challenge of this moment.

“Then accept this vermin’s challenge!”

Darkan abandoned all defense. Enduring the freezing of his own soul, he raised his dark blade.

Roooaaarrr!

His soul-infused sword reached Wrath, radiating a deep black radiance.

Screeeech!

Yet Wrath’s immense and unwavering soul met Darkan’s soul-sword head-on without so much as a tremor.
Only a long, shallow scratch appeared on the silver tree that embodied his soul.

“A fitting blade stroke for vermin.”

Wrath laughed coldly and raised his hand.

“Swordsmen believe their blades are special. In the end, it’s merely a killing technique—merely an extension of the hand.”
“What?”

Darkan’s eyes narrowed as if questioning what Wrath was saying.

“Form is irrelevant. What matters is only what you pour into it.”

As Wrath snapped his fingers, the gently falling snow intensified into a ferocious tempest.

Whoooosh!

The moment Wrath’s descending ice struck Darkan’s shoulder, his arm exploded outward.

“Gah!”

But there was not just one shard of ice.
With each cascade of Wrath’s frozen fragments, holes tore through Darkan’s body, and he spat black blood.

“Each… each one strikes like a divine blade…”

Darkan collapsed onto his knees upon the Snowy Plain, his form reduced to tatters.

“To witness such a thing!”

Despite the excruciating agony coursing through him, he wore a thick smile, as though savoring this very moment.

“You live only because I harbored no intention of killing that leech. Had I entertained even a whisper of malice, I would have severed your head the instant you arrived here.”

Wrath’s eyes opened, parched and desiccated.

“Should I call myself fortunate?”

Darkan shook his head, blood dripping from his lips.

“Whether fortune favors you will only be known when this is over. You will ultimately fall by that leech’s hand.”

Wrath watched as Darkan faded, growing translucent, and gave a slight nod.

“I… look forward to it.”

Darkan fell backward, never losing his smile until the very end. His soul melted away along with the snow.

“…”

Wrath gazed upon the now-silent Snowy Plain before turning away.

“Did you see it?”

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“Yes.”

I walked out onto the Snowy Plain and nodded.

“So the True Demon King deployed a Heart Sword not with an actual blade, but with ice and snow?”
“Something like that.”

Wrath shook his head calmly.

“Just as a Heart Sword is forged by tempering one’s own soul into a blade, the True Demon King poured his soul into the ice and snow most familiar to him.”
“Impressive.”

I let out a hollow laugh, watching the composed Wrath.

“I didn’t expect him to overwhelm the previous Holy Sword Union Master so easily.”

Darkan was counted among the strongest of the Five Emperors and Oma.
Without Glen Zigheart, the Heavenly Demon, or Derus Robert, there was no one who could defeat him—yet he was dominated so thoroughly.

“He came all the way here on his own.”

Wrath pointed downward with his finger, indicating the Snowy Plain.

“Had we fought in reality, it would not have ended so easily.”

He shook his head, noting that he had crushed his opponent easily because they fought in his own domain.

“I see.”

I narrowed my eyes, surveying the Mental World that Wrath had indicated.

“But why is there nothing in your Mental World? What exactly is that tree?”

All that appeared in Wrath’s Mental World was an endless cascade of snow and a colossal tree.
Even the World Tree I’d seen in Sepia, the holy land of the Elves, wasn’t nearly that massive.

“Finally….”

Wrath twisted his lips upward without answering.

“The time has come!”
“Time for what?”

I swallowed hard as I watched Wrath’s smile turn bloodthirsty.

“Time to fix your habits!”

Wrath let out a sinister laugh, saying that here, he could suppress me with the power of the soul.

“Those days of being blackmailed with food! The sorrow of choking on mint chocolate! Even the heinous act of stealing the True Demon King’s power!”

He ground his teeth and stepped toward me.

“I have forgotten nothing!”

Wrath’s shoulders trembled with the thrill of revenge.

“I shall use this opportunity to thoroughly correct your habits and make you serve the True Demon King!”

He spread both arms wide, saying that’s why he’d driven Darkan out so quickly.

“First, I’ll settle the grudge of the mint chocolate! I’ll rip out your throat and—”
“Wait.”

I tilted my head, looking at Wrath sideways.

“What mint chocolate grudge?”
“Huh?”

Wrath stood rigid, his mouth falling open.

“What do you mean by that….”
“You said it was a grudge. What grudge are you talking about?”
“B-but the True Demon King wanted to eat, and you wouldn’t let me….”

Despite his beautiful appearance, he blinked blankly at me.

“When was that?”

I continued speaking to Wrath while manipulating the ring of fire.

‘I need to buy time.’

If I made a wrong move against Wrath, I might end up trapped here for eternity.
Since I’d visited the Mental World countless times before, I could create a path to escape this place if I just had enough time.

“Y-you’ve been coming here and eating nothing but meals every day! Even when the True Demon King threw a tantrum wanting dessert….”
“That’s not true. Thanks to you casting spells on my head, Dorian gave me mint chocolate ice cream. I ate it right away that evening.”

I gazed at Wrath and created a fracture to escape this Mental World.

“Ah, well… that’s true….”

Wrath nodded blankly. It was hard to believe this creature had once overwhelmed Darkan as a Demon Lord.

“No, that’s not it! The True Demon King wants to eat every single day! And don’t even get me started on the other one! Every time we train, he devours bread, and every time he drains my power—how am I supposed to explain this!”
“Well, about that….”

I smiled and reached out my hand.

“I don’t need to explain.”

With a grin, I opened the corridor I had prepared.

Whoooosh!

The white snowy plain split open, and my soul began to be pulled through the gap.

“Huh? No, wait!”

Wrath let out a sharp cry, stretching his hand forward.

“I didn’t even land a single blow! Not one!”

But regardless of Wrath’s will, my soul vanished into the void.

“Damn it all!”

Wrath clutched his head and screamed in frustration.

“Hey! Eat the mint chocolate! Please! I’m begging you!”

His final words transformed from threats into pleas, echoing through the void.

“Don’t hold a grudge about today!”
‘How amusing.’

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Hearing Wrath’s cries, I tried to open my eyes, but the sensation felt unreal.

‘What is this? Did Wrath catch me after all?’

Confused, I opened my eyes and saw a blackened landscape—everything charred and lifeless.

A familiar place. Though the verdant trees and thickets were gone, it was Lawrence Mountain, where I climbed every single day.

A Blonde Swordsman and a Robed Mage descended the scorched mountain.

[Are you really going to do it here?]

The Mage turned to the Swordsman, her eyes narrowing.

[It’s completely destroyed though?]
[That’s exactly why. No one will pay attention now, but it will come back to life someday.]

The Blonde Swordsman nodded with a gentle smile.

[Sigh…]

The Robed Mage exhaled a long breath.

[You really can’t be stopped. Fine.]

She nodded and drew a magical circle in the empty air.
A massive formation unfurled, beginning to paint a new sky above this land.

[This place will do nicely.]

The Blonde Swordsman dug into the charred earth and planted a single seed within it.
Despite its small size, the seed breathed with a blue radiance, containing within it a tremendous life force.

[This must become our final stronghold.]

The Blonde Swordsman buried the seed with solemn eyes, as though gazing into the future itself.

[Come help once you’re done!]

The Robed Mage furrowed her brow at the Blonde Swordsman with an impatient glare.

[Understood.]

The Blonde Swordsman laughed and grasped his sword hilt. His blade drew itself and soared toward the heavens.

An Absolute Sword. Yet it differed from Darkan’s.
Rather than grotesqueness, it painted freedom and grandeur, drawing a noble line across the sky.

As the swordsman traced his line, magic flowed in succession, and a barrier began to form, shrouding this land.

‘What?’

As I watched the scene unfold, the Golden-haired Man’s gaze turned backward toward me.
The moment our eyes met—his crimson pupils locking with mine—I felt my very soul grow hazy.

“Gasp!”

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Darkan spewing black blood from his mouth.
The impact that Wrath had inflicted in the Mental World seemed to be manifesting now.

“You didn’t repel me with your own strength. I am far from satisfied!”

Despite bearing a wound to his soul from Wrath, Darkan refused to retreat. He was truly a tenacious man.

‘I need to end this here.’

I wanted to cut down Darkan, but the Heavenly Sword, which contained the power of creation, was completely sealed by the Heart Sword.

‘There has to be a way….’

As I pondered what to do, the image of the Zigheart Ancestor I had seen moments before came to mind.

‘That’s it. There’s no other choice.’

I ignited flames upon the Heavenly Sword once more. Unfolding the Flame Sea Technique to steal Darkan’s attention, I released the Soul Reaper Sword I had been holding in my left hand.

A resonant hum filled the air.

I resonated my Upper Dantian with the Ring of Fire, grasping the spiritual threads contained within the Soul Reaper Sword.

“This won’t be enough!”

While Darkan extinguished the flames of the Flame Sea Technique, I inscribed the incantation of the Self-Created Sword Technique into the Soul Reaper Sword.

A piercing slash tore through the air.

The Soul Reaper Sword’s crimson blade swept through empty space before separating and plunging downward toward Darkan’s back.
A wondrous technique that contained both the Zigheart Ancestor’s method and Darkan’s Self-Created Sword Technique—a sword path no one could have predicted.

“What is this!”

Even Darkan hadn’t anticipated the Self-Created Sword Technique, his mouth falling open in shock. Astonishment was written plainly across his face.

A devastating slash erupted.

But true to his transcendent nature, Darkan erected an aura shield the moment the Soul Reaper Sword pierced his flesh. In the end, the Soul Reaper Sword only left a wound on his skin before falling to the ground.

“Damn it….”

As I sensed the failure and bit my lip, Darkan lowered the hand that had been blocking the Heavenly Sword.

“You fought with admirable spirit.”

Darkan picked up the fallen Soul Reaper Sword and returned it to me.

“You pass.”
“What?”
“You pass, I said.”

He nodded broadly, looking satisfied.

“I was surprised by the monster dwelling within your body, but it holds little interest for me. What I wanted to see was your swordsmanship and your fighting spirit.”

Darkan laughed, spitting out black blood that had pooled in his mouth.

-Huh?

Wrath looked down at Darkan, his brow furrowing.

-You worm! You lost to the True Demon King and now you mock him? Come back in here! This time I’ll strip the flesh from your bones!

He shook his head, declaring that this time he would certainly kill him.

“Your swordsmanship, your spirit, the very essence of your soul—all of it passes. You have earned the right to speak boldly.”

Darkan curled his lips upward, saying I had more than enough qualification to speak of the future. He seemed to have little interest in Wrath and didn’t even ask a question.
It seemed Wrath had little interest at all, not even bothering to ask a question.

“As promised, I won’t touch anyone. You’re free to leave.”
“As promised, I won’t lay a finger on anyone. I’ll let you leave.”

He nodded his chin as he said he would keep his promise.

“Good. But….”
“Good. But…”

Darkan shook his head briefly.

“I might not be there when that happens.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Because I’ll be challenging your Grandfather first.”

He laughed, saying Glen would go first.

“Then you’ll really die, won’t you? Why did you accept my proposal in the first place?”

Even for Darkan, rushing at Glen alone would mean certain death. I couldn’t understand his reasoning.

“Because it’s meaningful enough that new swordsmanship will emerge, even if I’m not there to see it.”

Darkan laughed as if he was content simply existing in this world. He was different from before. It seemed his perspective had changed over time.

“Hmm…”

I swallowed dryly as I watched Darkan smile with such joy.

‘This man is mad, but he’s a swordsman.’

A strange being who pursued only the blade above all else in this world. A warrior who transcended good and evil, holding fast to his own convictions.

“You are…”
-Hey!

Just as I was about to speak to Darkan, Wrath surged before my eyes.

-Quickly, erase the True Demon King’s aura right now! Hurry!
‘Why so suddenly…?’
-Do it now! Do as I say!

Wrath was so urgent that he didn’t even use his royal tone.

‘Understood.’

Seeing him this panicked for the first time, I activated the Ring of Fury and expelled all the wrath and anger that lingered in my body and blade.

‘Is that enough?’

As I nodded to Wrath, the night sky trembled as though it might collapse.

Boom!

Someone outside was attempting to shatter the Barrier.

-Damn it! We’re already too late!

Wrath’s lips quivered as he gazed at the turbulent night sky.

-He’s coming! That insane stalker!

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