The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 817

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Chapter 817

-Mmm!

Wrath savored the lingering taste of mint chocolate ice cream, his tongue tracing his lips with evident satisfaction.

‘Is it really that delicious?’

I popped the last marble-shaped ice cream from the box into my mouth and tilted my head slightly.

-Mint chocolate satisfies me no matter when I consume it! The coolness paired with that subtle bitterness never grows tiresome!

Wrath chuckled, insisting that today’s ice cream tasted particularly exquisite.

‘At least it was worth the trouble.’

I chuckled softly and closed the lid on the now-empty marble ice cream box.

‘All that effort paid off.’

After seeing the reward message, Wrath had continued wailing about losing the battle of wills, so I’d silenced him with ice cream. Truly, this Demon King was exhausting.

‘Are you satisfied now?’
-The True Demon King’s belly still hungers! Bring forth cookies!

Wrath cried out for cookies while wearing the expression of an emperor poised to conquer the Continent.
The longer I spent with him, the more absurd he became.

“Sigh…”

I exhaled deeply and bit into a cookie I’d purchased from the Bustling District. The sweetness of the chocolate chips and pineapple embedded in its surface melded harmoniously on my tongue, neither overpowering the other.

-Kiahhh! This is splendid too! The chocolate is delectable, and the pineapple is equally delightful!

Wrath rubbed both his cheeks while laughing heartily. It was peculiar how, despite his obvious enjoyment of food, his descriptions of taste remained consistently uninspired.

‘Is this really the same being?’

I still couldn’t believe that the absolute azure Demon Lord I’d met in my mental world not long ago was the same person as Cotton Candy, who was now delighted over a single cookie.
It was enough to make me think he had a split personality.

‘Sigh.’

I bit into a cookie and pulled up the reward messages I hadn’t been able to properly see because of Wrath.

[You have received sincere recognition from a Transcendent.]
[You have accomplished an impossible feat.]
[All stats increase by 30 points.]
[The grade of trait 【Eye of Wrath】 rises.]
[The grade of trait 【Seolhwa’s Demonic Armor】 rises.]

‘Quite generous.’

Since my opponent was Darkan, the previous Holy Sword Master, I’d gained 30 points to all stats and upgrades to two traits despite only having a controlled sword duel. It was more reward than I’d anticipated.

‘And…’

I lowered my gaze to check the message below.

[You have outwitted the Demon Lord of Lust.]
[All stats increase by 40 points.]
[Title 【Tongue That Deceives Heaven and Earth】 is strengthened to 【Tongue That Deceives Dimensions】.]

Since I’d actually received authority from Rust, the point increase was even greater.

But what really mattered wasn’t the stat increase—it was the title enhancement.

‘This is quite something.’

The title’s original name had been 【Tongue That Deceives the World】, but it had now been strengthened from 【Tongue That Deceives Heaven and Earth】 all the way to 【Tongue That Deceives Dimensions】.

A title enhanced twice over—I let out an incredulous laugh even as I received the reward.

【Tongue That Deceives Dimensions】
A title granted to one who defeats an opponent of higher standing through nothing but eloquence and wit.
Effect: When conversing with an opponent of higher standing than yourself, inflicts considerable mental confusion.

‘Huh?’

I widened my eyes as I observed the title’s effects.

‘Considerable level?’

When it was the Tongue That Mocks the World, the effect was weak, and when it was the Tongue That Mocks Heaven and Earth, it was ordinary. But now that it had reached the dimensional tier, the confusion effect had risen to a considerable level.

Even now my words carried decent weight, but if this effect truly activated, I could probably sell water as wine.

-No, no, no, no, no!

Wrath, who had been sucking on his fingers while savoring the taste of the cookie, bounced like a fish out of water.

-This bastard doesn’t need a title like this! The Demon Lords already offer tribute just from him flapping his gums, so why are you strengthening his title?!

Wrath screamed into the void, unable to comprehend it.

‘Ah, you’re right. You kept saying my tongue wasn’t Heaven and Earth tier, but dimensional tier, and now it really is.’

I laughed while patting Wrath’s head.

-They definitely made it that way after hearing that!

Wrath gnashed his teeth at the message, saying he was still engaged in a battle of wills.

‘But does it work on you?’
-No, absolutely not! It’s a power created by the True Demon King’s authority, so how could it possibly work?!

He shook his head while rolling his eyes. The fact that he was even whistling made it obvious it was working.
Now that we’d grown closer, he was even starting to lie.

‘I see.’

I chuckled softly watching Wrath’s eyes dart around. Perhaps the greatest reward I received today was the strengthening of this title.

‘Then for the last one.’

I took a slow breath and called up the final message.

[The trait 【Lust】 has been unlocked.]

I read through the message about 【Lust】 being unlocked—arguably the main event of today.

【Lust】
You can accumulate favorable impressions of various kinds with those whose eyes you meet. The more people you build favorable impressions with, the stronger all your stats become, along with your soul’s rank and physical resilience.

‘This is insane.’

I swallowed dryly as I read through the description of 【Lust】. I’d worried quite a bit because of what the name 【Lust】 implied, but the actual content was nothing but beneficial.

-Your lust is weak, that’s why it’s like this.

Wrath smacked his lips briefly upon seeing the details of 【Lust】. He snorted, saying that if my lust had been stronger, the ability would have taken on a far more explicit meaning.

-I thought your power might not even unlock since you’re more ascetic than a monk, but it seems you do possess some lust after all.

Wrath rounded his eyes wide and poked me repeatedly with his round elbows.

‘Hmm…’

I offered an awkward smile and averted my gaze.

In my past life, I’d never dated anyone, and the very emotion of affection itself couldn’t arise. In this life too, revenge took priority, so I couldn’t pursue romance with anyone.

But watching Sylvia and Edgar sacrifice for each other and eventually reunite to share love, I harbored a small wish—that someday, after my revenge was finished and if I survived, I might meet someone and experience ordinary love.
Perhaps that emotion had awakened 【Lust】.

‘But what’s this about physical resilience?’

I tilted my head, puzzled by the final line of 【Lust】’s description.
I understood everything else, but I couldn’t fathom why 【Lust】 would strengthen the body.

-W-w-well, to satisfy lust, your body needs to be sturdy, right?
‘Huh? What do you mean?’
-S-simply put, you need to survive, don’t you?

Wrath’s lips trembled rapidly as if embarrassed.

‘Ah, so that means multiple things….’
-Hey! Even the True Demon King doesn’t know! Stop asking!

He shouted that it was good anyway, his face flushed crimson.

‘Hmm….’

I examined the message again and furrowed my brow.

‘Accumulate affection of multiple meanings toward all those whose eyes I meet….’

I could roughly understand that much.
It seemed it could be interpreted not just as romantic affection, but also as friendship or goodwill.

‘Wrath.’
-Stop calling me!

Wrath waved his plump hand dismissively, annoyed.

‘The ability works just by making eye contact, right? Just checking.’
-Hah! Do you think it works unconditionally! Those whose spiritual rank exceeds yours won’t be easily affected! Besides, I don’t have any affection for you in the first place….

It was just as he was scoffing and denying it.

[You have gained affection from 【Wrath】.]
[All stats increase.]
[Your spiritual rank increases.]

“….”
-….

Wrath and I fell silent, staring at the newly appeared message.

-No, wait! I’m saying no!

Wrath shrieked, his face burning red.

-This damn system is spouting lies!
‘Thank you, Wrath.’

Raon nodded calmly and placed a hand on Wrath’s shoulder.

-You should disappear for a bit!

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The next day.

Raon headed to the Training Ground at dawn training time.
The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen were loosening their bodies while conducting basic training under Dogyae’s instruction.

“Seeing it in person, they’re not half bad.”

Martha smacked her lips briefly as she observed the swordsmen’s movements.

“It seems they’ve been training diligently every day, just as Dogyae said.”

Burren Zigheart nodded, acknowledging their decent progress.

“Yeah. They haven’t been slacking off….”

Lunan Slion blinked his drowsy eyes as he observed the Gwangpung Corps.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brows while crossing my arms.

‘I want to push them harder….’
-Push them harder? Your subordinates? Are you seriously insane!

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

‘I don’t mean actually push them—I mean I want to put them through more intense training.’

I waved my hand lightly with a faint smile.

-Then just make them train.
‘Dogyae mentioned something about it.’
-That old drunkard?
‘He said that since the Gwangpung Corps trained hard while we were away, we shouldn’t pressure them too much.’

Concerned about yesterday’s events, Dogyae had visited at dawn today and told me that the Gwangpung Corps had done their best in training, so I shouldn’t push them too hard.
Because of what he said, I couldn’t act rashly.

Rimer also mentioned that the Gwangpung Corps hadn’t skipped a single day of training, so forcing them into more training made my conscience ache.

-I didn’t know you cared about such things.
‘I do pay attention to people’s feelings.’
-Noooooo! I can accept anything else, but not that! You’re the most oblivious human I’ve ever seen!

Wrath snorted dismissively, telling me to stop talking nonsense.

“If they’d done nothing at all, we could just beat them into shape, but since that’s not the case, it’s awkward.”

Martha frowned. She muttered that it was difficult to be harsh with them since Crain and the other swordsmen showed clear signs of diligent training.

“It’s not that those guys are slow—it’s that we’ve grown too quickly. We can give them time to catch up.”

Burren nodded calmly, suggesting we develop them gradually over time.

“No, that’ll be too late.”

I shook my head firmly. We’d definitely be going on a mission soon, so I needed to accelerate their growth before then.

“Then what do we do? We can’t force them if it’s like this.”
“I have a method.”

I smiled and approached Dorian.

“Dorian.”
“Yes?”

Dorian, who’d been eating sweets, flinched and turned his head toward me.

“While you’ve been training like you’re dying, those guys seem to have been living it up without a care. Doesn’t that piss you off?”
“Well, I suppose it does a little….”
“Your cheeks have hollowed out from being tormented by Jalec, yet those bastards clearly ate well and slept well. You can see it plain as day.”

Raon gazed into Dorian’s eyes and pointed toward the Gwangpung Corps.

“Now that you mention it, sir, you’re right. Not a single one of them looks gaunt!”

Dorian crunched on a biscuit, his eyes narrowing with irritation.

“See?”

In truth, those men were already nothing but muscle and couldn’t lose weight even if they tried, but naturally I kept such unnecessary observations to myself.

“So why don’t you show those bastards just how hard you’ve been training?”

Raon pointed a finger at Crain, who was watching my reaction carefully.

“Beat your rival senseless and let them know how grueling our training has been.”
“Understood!”

Dorian shouted with vigor and strode forward.

“Hey! Let’s go a round!”

He closed the distance to Crain in a flash and jerked his chin at him.

“Me? You want to fight me?”

Crain pointed at himself with a finger, exhaling a breath of bewilderment.

“I’m going to show you how much I’ve grown while you’ve been lounging around and eating.”

Dorian clenched his fists, ready to demolish him in one go.

“Ha!”

Crain’s eyes narrowed deeply.

“It’s not even about protecting the weak. I was scared of the Organization Master and the unit leaders—I couldn’t care less about you! You weed-headed fool!”

He bared his teeth at the sight of Dorian’s green hair.

“That’s right!”
“Know your place!”
“Just keep shouting about supplies like you always do!”

The other swordsmen stared with eyes wide in disbelief.

“How about we do this instead?”

Raon stepped forward, positioning himself before Crain and Dorian.

“Crain and Dorian fight each other, and whichever side loses will follow the training method of the winning side. All of you.”

Raon smiled wickedly as he looked at Crain and the swordsmen behind him.

“Hmm….”

Crain’s lips trembled, as if frightened by Raon’s involvement.

“The Organization Master might help that guy.”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“I swear I won’t help at all. And if Dorian doesn’t finish it within five exchanges, we lose.”
“Five exchanges?”

Crain raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

“You’re really underestimating me! If I fight Dorian ten times, I’ll win seven of them!”

He shook his head, saying the difference in temperament itself was the issue, not just skill.

“Then let’s try it. You nervous?”

With eyes narrowed to slits, he tilted his chin forward.

“Ugh! I’ll do it.”
“Good.”

Raon’s eyes gleamed like those of a fisherman watching a fish bite his hook, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

“Let’s start right now.”

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Crain pressed his lips together as he faced Dorian in the Training Ground.

‘I won’t lose to him, not like I would against another unit commander.’

Burren, Martha, and Lunan had grown visibly more powerful. Even if the exact level was uncertain, they seemed to have reached the highest tier of Master rank.

But Dorian was different. Though he’d lost weight, his martial power and aura showed little change. In fact, now that Crain had grown stronger, Dorian appeared weaker by comparison.

‘Still, there must be something.’

The fact that Raon had made such a wager meant Dorian had prepared some martial technique.
But Crain had also trained with all his might. He was confident he could withstand Dorian’s Five Strikes no matter what.

‘I can’t lose to the supply parrot.’

As the seventh member of the Gwangpung Corps, Dorian constantly spouted nothing but talk of supplies—Crain absolutely could not lose to him.

The blade sang as it was drawn.

Crain unsheathed his sword, feeling the encouraging gazes of the other swordsmen burning into his back.

A sharp metallic ring echoed.

Dorian drew his blade with a composure greater than usual, holding it at middle guard.

“Are you both ready?”

Raon checked the condition of Dorian and Crain, then quickly lowered his hand.

“Then let the match begin!”

He announced the start of the duel and immediately stepped back.

“I haven’t been idle either!”

Crain bit his lip and thrust forward with the sword held in both hands.
A piercing strike that penetrated the opponent’s aura and targeted a vital point—a technique he used frequently, but two months of training had transformed its speed and power beyond recognition.

Clang!

Dorian advanced with footwork and sword speed maximized to obscure which point he was targeting.

‘It’s over.’

Crain curled his lip upward. The moment his blade carved through space, the match was decided. At Dorian’s level, he couldn’t block Crain’s strike if his reaction came too late.
With Dorian’s skill level, he couldn’t block his sword strike in that moment when his reaction was delayed.

Whoosh!

Just as Crain was about to thrust at Dorian’s waist, thinking he’d turn the tables and mock Raon, his opponent’s blade fell in a curved path like water flowing through a mountain valley.

Crash!

Dorian executed a perfect defense with a curved sword path as if he’d read the direction of Crain’s strike.

Clang!

Crain’s sword bounced off roughly. But Dorian didn’t counterattack and waited in place.

“Regain your stance.”

Dorian nodded calmly, as if offering him one more chance.

“…You’ll regret this.”

Crain clenched his teeth and pulled the sword embedded in the ground.

‘Focus.’

I’d assumed Dorian had changed, but I think I underestimated him far too much.
Rather than rushing toward victory, I needed to suppress him with composure.

‘Then let’s go with transformation techniques.’

Dorian was typically weak against complex swordplay. If I focused on the variable sword techniques I’d trained in with Dogyae, I could definitely win.

Whoosh!

Crain drew in a sharp breath and charged toward Dorian. With his grip relaxed, his blade traced constellations across the empty air.

Ching!

The transformation sword technique that pierced five times in a single strike repeated four times, creating twenty sword points. It was the Chungsauweobyeok that Dogyae had explained from the Manhoegeonjul.

‘This should do it!’

Believing I could sufficiently suppress Dorian, I extended my blade with full force.

“Mm.”

Dorian lowered his sword with serene eyes, as if he’d already read every move I would make.

Clang!

His blade rotated smoothly, erasing every variation the Chungsauweobyeok created. It felt as though my very thoughts were being read.

Ching!

His sword, as if it had predicted this moment from the beginning, perfectly pushed mine aside and stopped just before my neck.

“It’s over.”

Dorian tilted his chin slightly, his eyes serene as if in meditation.

“Ugh…”

Crain’s lips trembled as he stared at Dorian’s blade, which gleamed with an icy blue aura.

“I… I’ve lost.”

He finally acknowledged his defeat and lowered his head.

“What? What happened?”
“Crain lost consecutively? And so one-sidedly at that?”
“They were evenly matched just moments ago.”
“This… this doesn’t make sense….”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen stared with gaping mouths at Dorian, who had overwhelmed Crain.

“How is this possible? His aura and energy output haven’t changed, so why did he become so much stronger?”

Crain cried out in confusion and grabbed Dorian’s arm.

“Why, you ask?”

Dorian nodded as if he’d been waiting for the question.

“I simply did what the Organization Master told me to do.”

He repeated Raon’s words like a parrot and lowered his sword.

“It’s not particularly difficult, and I’ve been shedding fat while receiving excellent training.”

Dorian laughed, saying the training he’d been doing at the Holy Sword Association was truly remarkable.

“Organization Master!”

Crain bit his lip and fell to his knees before Raon.

“Please give me the same training that he received! I’ll do anything!”
“I beg you as well!”
“We’ll all participate!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen shattered Dogyae’s protective barrier of their own volition, crying out that they would undertake any training.
Witnessing Dorian’s transformation—despite the gap having been negligible before—they felt both urgency and anticipation simultaneously.

“I’m just explaining it. It’s not that difficult.”

Raon lifted his chin slightly and drew a deep smile.

-What, what?! Did you aim for this from the beginning?

Wrath clicked his teeth together in disbelief.

‘That’s right.’
-See! This guy doesn’t need some tongue-related title at all! He can accomplish everything with just a basic tongue!

He raged at why such a title had been given in the first place.

“Everyone prepare yourselves. It might be somewhat difficult.”

Raon gazed at the eager eyes of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen and drew a thin smile.

-But what are you planning? Wallet-guy became stronger not because of his combat power, but because of the effect of his keen eye!

Wrath widened his eyes in confusion.

‘Crisis detection? It’s nothing special. If he keeps getting beaten until he’s nearly dead, it’ll naturally develop.’

Raon chuckled, confident it would work out.

-…Is this really a human being?

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