The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 814

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Chapter 814

My eyes trembled as I blinked rapidly.

‘The Sword of Overcoming?’

Could it really be the Sword of Overcoming?

The worn manuscript that Darkan had handed me contained information about the Sword of Overcoming.

And it wasn’t merely a simple explanation or technique—it detailed the incantations and methods needed to master the Sword of Overcoming.

‘This man….’

I gazed at Darkan below the manuscript and exhaled slowly.

‘Is he in his right mind?’

I had saved his life, but the same was true for Darkan.

If Darkan hadn’t stepped forward to block Rust, I might have been captured and dragged to the Demon Realm before I could even formulate a plan.

Beyond all that, despite being capable of killing everyone here, Darkan had honored our agreement.

It wouldn’t have been strange for him to demand substantial compensation, yet instead he was offering me such a rare martial arts tome.

“What are you thinking?”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Darkan.

“Why are you giving me this?”

The absurdity of the situation made the question slip out before I could stop myself.

“Raon?”
“What? What’s wrong?”

Lunan and Martha lowered their stances as if ready to rush forward at any moment.

“Did a sword really jump out of that book?”

Lawrence also seemed concerned as he raised his guard.

“This manuscript contains….”

I pointed at the martial arts manual and furrowed my brow.

“The methods of operating the Ilgi Sword Technique.”
“Huh?”

Jalec turned to look at Darkan, his eyes widening.

“The… the Ilgi Sword?”

Burren also drew a sharp breath, clearly startled.

“….”

Lectar, who seemed to have anticipated this to some degree, gazed at Darkan with calm eyes.

“I don’t need it anymore.”

Darkan waved his hand dismissively.

“You don’t need it?”
“That’s right. I’ve memorized every word of that manuscript so thoroughly that I could recite it perfectly even in my dreams.”

He chuckled softly, as if the item held no value for him.

“Even so… hm?”

I looked at the martial arts manual again, my eyes narrowing.

‘Wait. This sword technique isn’t Darkan’s Ilgi Sword.’

At first, I was shocked to discover a martial arts manual for the Ilgi Sword Technique, but upon closer inspection, the method of operation differed slightly from Darkan’s Ilgi Sword.

‘This is rather….’

The more I read the incantations and methods of application, the more I recalled not Darkan’s Sword of Supremacy, but someone else’s.

‘The Zigheart Ancestor’s Sword of Supremacy!’

The blade of the Zigheart Ancestor I had witnessed in that dream moments ago. His Sword of Supremacy that drew constellations across the heavens to form a barrier—the image crystallized in my mind.

“Darkan.”

I quickly scanned the manuscript before calling out to Darkan once more.

“Where did you obtain this book?”
“So there was a connection after all.”

Darkan tilted his chin slightly as he regarded me.

“When I saw your Sword of Supremacy, I sensed it.”

He chuckled softly, his gaze fixed upon the hilt of the Soul Reaper Sword.

“That my Sword of Supremacy and that martial text’s Sword of Supremacy were intertwined.”

A blade formed of black aura materialized and vanished from Darkan’s fingertips.

“Of course, the incantations and methods are quite rough, but the flow, if you will? The pattern being drawn—it’s the same.”

He laughed, saying he could sense the Sword of Supremacy inscribed in this martial text emanating from my blade.

“Now it’s my turn to ask. Where did you see that Sword of Supremacy?”

Darkan’s eyes gleamed with unbridled curiosity. Despite his grievous wounds, his fascination with the blade remained undiminished.

“…In a dream.”

I offered an answer that was both truth and falsehood, my gaze lowering. There was so much I myself did not understand; this was all I could offer him now.

“A dream, you say….”

Darkan gazed at me and nodded calmly.

“Your eyes don’t betray falsehood, but that conclusion is inevitable. That book is over a thousand years old, after all.”

He chuckled, remarking that without preservation magic, the tome would have crumbled to dust long ago.

“A thousand years….”

I gripped the Unwritten Codex with both hands, pressing my lips together.

‘My initial suspicion was correct.’

When I first came to this place and glimpsed the Zigheart Ancestor’s back in the cave, I wondered if he might be connected to the Holy Sword Association. Now, seeing this Unwritten Codex and the flower he had planted, it seemed my intuition had been right.

“Where did you obtain this book?”

I closed the Unwritten Codex and looked toward Darkan.

“Here.”

Darkan tilted his head lightly.

“This land has belonged to the Holy Sword Association since ancient times. We merely maintained it without searching. However….”

He smiled wryly and licked his lips.

“I had a feeling something lay hidden here, so after becoming the Holy Sword Master, I searched this entire place thoroughly. And I found that book.”

Darkan pointed to the Unwritten Codex and nodded.

“Thanks to it, I was able to master the Transcendent Sword Technique and realize that this world is far vaster than I ever imagined.”

He wore a broad smile, calling it a tremendous stroke of fortune.

“But your Transcendent Sword Technique differs from the one in this book.”

I tapped the Unwritten Codex lightly. Though Darkan’s Transcendent Sword Technique resembled the Ancestor’s, the colors differed. Each had its own strengths and weaknesses, but overall, the Ancestor’s technique appeared superior.
Each had its own strengths and weaknesses, but when considered comprehensively, the ancestor’s Igi Eosgeom appeared to be superior.

“It’s different. That swordless technique’s Ilgi Sword would likely be more refined than mine.”

Darkan nodded calmly as he acknowledged the shortcomings in his own swordsmanship.

“But simply recreating what the previous generation created isn’t very interesting, is it?”

He laughed, saying he wanted to draw his own sword even if it meant being weaker.

“Ha…”

I widened my eyes as I watched Darkan genuinely enjoying himself.

‘He’s definitely not normal.’

Most people wanted to master an already perfected sword, but Darkan wanted to complete his own sword even if it meant lacking in capability. His way of thinking was fundamentally different from ordinary people.
Their way of thinking was fundamentally different from that of ordinary people.

“But the fact that the Egosword from that book appeared in your dream, and you’re from the Zigheart Main Lineage… that’s a bit. No, quite strange.”

Darkan stroked his chin as he observed Raon.

There might be a deeper connection between Zigheart and the Holy Sword Association than what we know.

He curled up his lips, saying it was fun.

“The Holy Sword Association and Zigheart?”

Burren Zigheart let out a hollow laugh as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

He blazed fierce eyes and firmly denied it, as his pride in Zigheart was too strong.

“Ah, I suppose that could be the case.”

Darkan calmly lowered his hand.

“Anyway, I’ve already left the Holy Sword Association, so it doesn’t matter to me.”

He shook his head, saying it was merely curiosity.

“Really….”

I lifted the booklet inscribed with the Heavenly Sword and exhaled softly.

“You’re giving me this book?”
“You don’t intend to make me out as someone who takes back what he once gave, do you?”

Darkan tapped his own forehead, telling me to come to my senses.

“Hmm….”

A groan escaped me unbidden. To be honest, because Darkan was such an unpredictable man, even receiving the martial arts manual felt burdensome rather than joyful.

“If you don’t understand, there’s no need to understand.”

Darkan chuckled softly as he observed my rigid expression.

“You need only show me a new realm of swordsmanship that never existed in this world, as we promised.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Had your appearance not changed from when I visited Glen, I would have killed you first.”

He turned his back without a shred of killing intent behind those words.

“Once my condition recovers, I’ll depart as promised.”

He climbed the Mountain, assuring me that Darkan would be far away, so I need not worry.

“There’s no need to feel burdened.”

Lectar grasped my shoulder and shook his head.

“He’s always been that way. He’s probably already forgotten that he gave you the book.”

He laughed, saying I shouldn’t judge Darkan by ordinary standards.

“It certainly seems that way.”

I thought Darkan had changed somewhat, but when I considered it carefully, he had always been nothing more than a sword fanatic who desired to witness, master, and learn superior swordsmanship.

-The True Demon King shares that assessment.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he observed Darkan’s retreating figure.

-That madman is one of the few lunatics even in the Demon Realm. A deranged fool who thinks of nothing but the sword.

He nodded, acknowledging that even he could not deny Darkan’s conviction.

“But how do we restore this place?”

The Majang Swordmaster surveyed the devastated Holy Sword Association and shook his head.

“This won’t be accomplished in a day or two.”

The Hyunak Swordmaster sighed, lamenting that they would be exhausted for some time.

“If we all work together, we’ll restore it quickly enough.”

Jalec suggested they begin immediately and pushed the rubble of the building to the side of the road.
A serene smile graced his face, as though grateful that no one had perished.

“This is what happens when you live together.”

Lawrence clicked his tongue lightly.

“If you live far apart like I do, such things never occur.”

He laughed, declaring himself the ultimate victor for dwelling in a cave.

“In that cave over there….”

I pointed my finger toward the cave where Lawrence resided.

“It appears a new master has been decided?”

Darkan, having climbed the Mountain, entered Lawrence’s cave without hesitation.
Judging from his confident, unhesitating stride, it seemed he had always intended to dwell there.

“Khhhhaaack!”

Lawrence watched the scene unfold before clutching his head.

“Why is that madman in my cave!”

He trembled visibly, as though he’d never imagined such a situation.
His expression had grown far worse than those whose homes had crumbled in an instant.

“Well, what did you expect? Everything’s destroyed anyway.”
“As expected of the former Rion Lord. Wise indeed.”

The Hyunak Swordmaster and Majang Swordmaster chuckled as they surveyed the devastated Holy Sword Association.

“Indeed….”

I approached the shrieking Lawrence and patted his shoulder.

“You should have lived with us.”
“Shut up!”

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After spending four days assisting with the reconstruction of the Holy Sword Association, I left the mansion ready to depart for Zigheart.

At the exit of the partially restored Holy Sword Association, Lectar and the swordsmen I’d been sparring with stood in a line.

“Why are you so late! We’ve all been waiting for you!”

Martha narrowed the bridge of her nose, exhausted from waiting.

“You weren’t in your room earlier. Where did you go?”

Lunan tilted his head curiously.

“On the Mountain.”

I pointed toward the Mountain behind us. I had wanted to see Darkan one last time, but he had already disappeared from sight.

“I checked there too, but he wasn’t there.”

Lectar shook his head, confirming he hadn’t found Darkan either.

“I see.”

There were a few more things I wanted to ask Darkan, so it was disappointing that he had vanished so quickly.
True to his nature as the previous Holy Sword Master, he kept his promises as sharply as a blade.

“Then we should take our leave now.”

I stood before Lectar and the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association, my hands clasped together.

“I know this must have been troublesome, but thank you for accommodating us all this time.”

I performed a swordsman’s salute to them with genuine sincerity.

“We enjoyed it too!”
“That’s right. You’re the first swordsman I’ve ever faced who feels different with every exchange!”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster laughed, saying they had enjoyed it even more.

“So the greatest leech I’ve ever seen in my life is finally leaving.”

Lawrence exhaled a long breath, as if finally relieved.

“Why do you look sad if the leech is leaving?”

Jalec tilted his head while brushing aside Lawrence’s long hair.

“Your eyes are even glistening with tears.”
“W-Who’s crying!”

Lawrence gnashed his teeth and shook his head.

“I didn’t say you were crying, but are you really crying?”
“I’m not! I just feel sick from sleeping rough for three days!”

He rushed toward Jalec as if to hide his embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I’ll visit again.”

Raon watched Lawrence and Jalec bicker with a light laugh.

“Absolutely not! I’ll chase you out!”

Lawrence wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and waved his hand, telling him never to come back. Yet it felt like a puppy wagging its tail, urging its master to return quickly.
Even though I tell it not to come, when I go out, the puppy seems to wag its tail as if telling me to come back soon.

“You’ve worked hard all this time.”

Lectar placed his hand on the shoulders of Raon, Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian in turn, revealing a proud smile.

“If you maintain the passion and effort you’ve shown here at The Facility, you’ll be able to achieve your desired goals.”

He nodded emphatically, as if to say he trusted everyone.

“Thank you!”
Thank you!

Raon’s group bowed toward Lectar with their hands placed over their hearts.

Martha.

Lawrence suppressed a sob and revealed his softly gleaming golden eyes.

“Of course. Just keep building your strength.”
“Of course. Keep working hard and building up your strength.”

Martha raised her fist, saying she wouldn’t let go of good labor. Even she, who had seemed depressed, appeared to have improved somewhat thanks to coming to The Facility.

“Dorian. Remember that just because you can see something through your spiritual eyes doesn’t mean you can do everything. And if anything happens, contact me.”

Jalec also gave Dorian one final piece of advice and handed him the sword he had personally maintained.

“Yes, Master….”

Dorian’s shoulders trembled as he bowed his head deeply. Though the time had been brief, affection had taken root—snowflake-like tears cascaded from his eyes.

“Then I’ll head back.”

After everyone finished their farewells, I turned to Lectar.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Lectar cautioned me as he pulled me into an embrace.

“I will. You take care too, Grandfather.”

I hugged Lectar back and smiled softly.

“Me too….”

Lunan, who had been gazing blankly into the void, suddenly stepped forward and embraced both me and Lectar at once.

“Ha….”
“You really are something.”

As Lectar and I laughed at Lunan, who kept his eyes tightly shut, a sharp cutting sound pierced the air from behind.
A blade wreathed in black flames was hurtling down from the Mountain.

Clang!

I urgently drew the Heavenly Sword and deflected the blade aimed at the back of my head. The sword wrapped in black light didn’t fly far—instead, it erupted with a brilliant resonance right before me.

Whoooosh!

Darkan’s blade. From wherever he was, he had sent me a final greeting. It was a farewell befitting the previous Holy Sword Master.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my promise.”

I nodded lightly toward the sword hovering in the air.

Whoooosh!

The blade flicked sharply with satisfaction before returning to the Mountain.

“Damn it! You’re still not leaving?”

Lawrence, faced with another night of sleeping outdoors, gritted his teeth.

“Then I’ll really be going now.”

Raon exchanged final farewells with Lectar and the others before walking toward the exit of the Holy Sword Association.
Before entering the dim cave, he turned back one last time.

He clenched his fist, comparing this place a thousand years ago with the Holy Sword Association of today.

He didn’t know what grand design the Ancestor was orchestrating or what he expected from him.
But one thing was certain—he would walk the path he had chosen for himself.

-The path the True Demon King desires is the Mint Chocolate Road!

Wrath suddenly interjected, shouting that he would walk the path of mint chocolate.

-The moment we return home, bring out mountains of mint chocolate!
‘Please, no more!’

Raon pushed away Wrath, who was crying out for mint chocolate, and gazed back at the Mountain Peak.

‘But then again….’

I have a feeling I’ll return to this place someday.

Whether for good or ill, I sensed I would inevitably return to this place again.

“….”

Raon surveyed the Holy Sword Association one final time before stepping into the exit.

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Derus Robert sat upon the Jade Throne, draped in a cloak black as the void, his legs crossed with aristocratic poise.
He remained motionless as a statue, his gaze fixed solely upon the sun’s reflection dancing across the sea.

As time passed and the sun descended, painting the darkened waters with crimson twilight, the seawater suddenly erupted in violent turmoil, unleashing a tremendous explosion.

Kuwaaaaaaaah!

From the spray of water that burst forth with tremendous force emerged a man with hair the color of sunset itself, as though the evening glow had taken human form.
His features were so delicate that one might mistake him for a woman—yet his eyes gleamed with an icy, piercing intensity as he tilted his head upward.

“Your vessel has grown even more resilient.”

Derus, satisfied with the man’s appearance, lifted the hand that had been supporting his chin and offered a slow clap.

“Yes, that form suits you well, Beorn.”

He spoke the name Beorn while regarding the feminine-featured man with evident approval.

“No, perhaps I should address you by your former name instead….”
“That won’t be necessary.”

Beorn shook his head, his eyes cold and impassive.

“Only two people in this world are permitted to call me by that name.”
“I see.”

Derus shrugged with indifference, as though the matter held no consequence.

“Then you are mentally prepared for what comes next?”
“Of course.”

Beorn nodded, his gaze fixed upon the turbulent waters of the sea.

“I shall seize that power with my own hands.”

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