The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 818

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Chapter 818

“Haaah….”

Crain exhaled a turbid breath as I climbed Bekmang Mountain, shrouded in darkness.
My eyes trembled violently, as though drowning in a sea of anxiety.

“Where is it?”

Crain pressed my lips firmly together and cast my gaze in both directions.

“They must be watching….”

Just as I swallowed dryly and attempted to hide my body behind a massive Zelkova Tree—

Screeeech!

A pale blade erupted from the shadow of the tree, hurtling toward my neck.

“Kyaaaah!”

Despite my terror, I brought the sword in my hand down against the blade that surged from the darkness.

“Ugh!”

But the force behind the blade was so overwhelming that I was hurled backward roughly, like a stone kicked by a foot.

“Nngh….”

As Crain released a pained groan and lifted my gaze, Burren Zigheart shook his head with a cold expression.

“Your direction was correct, but your reaction was too slow. Focus more intently.”

Burren Zigheart spoke those words to sharpen my senses, then vanished into the darkness.

“Haaah….”

Crain wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead and pushed himself to his feet.

‘This place is too dangerous.’

He lifted his heels silently and moved slowly to the right. Just as he tried to hide his body behind a large boulder that resembled a tiger, fierce footsteps thundered down from higher up the mountain.

“There you are!”

It was Martha. She flashed a refreshingly brilliant smile that could captivate at first glance and charged at him like a ferocious tiger.

“Kyaaaagh!”

Crain screamed and thrust his sword at full force toward the incoming Martha. It was a desperate struggle for survival.

“Too slow!”

Martha cried out that she could see everything and easily deflected Crain’s blade.

Clang!

A violent shockwave erupted between their clashing blades, and Crain was sent sliding backward on his knees to the right.

“Ugh…”

Crain’s hands trembled as he failed to completely dissipate the impact embedded in Martha’s strike.

“You can do more, can’t you?”

Martha brings down her sword with an eerie smile. A heavy slash falls toward Crain’s head, as if a giant were driving down a greatsword.

‘Wait, my head, right? Not my chest? If that hits, I’m dead!’

Crain held back the tears threatening to spill and detonated the accumulated aura he’d stacked above his head where Martha was aiming.

Boom!

With a violent explosion, Crain was hurled backward and crashed into the ground.

“Ugh…”

Crain groaned without lifting his head, clearly in shock from the impact.

“If you’re going to commit, block it immediately! Why are you hesitating and wasting time!”

Martha kicked him in the stomach, criticizing his lack of focus, then snorted and vanished back up the mountain.

“Ugh….”

Crain slowly pushed himself up, his arms trembling violently.

‘If I stay here, I’ll run into that beast again.’

Though his entire body felt drained of strength, he forced himself to move. Another beating from Martha in this condition would leave him unconscious for days.

“Hm.”

Crain descended the mountain again, keeping his breathing as shallow as a plant to avoid detection. He tried to distance himself from Burren and Martha, yet an inexplicable chill crept through his very bones.
I’m trying to distance myself from Burren and Martha, but strangely, a chill seems to be seeping into my bones.

“Cold? Wait, surely not!”

As Crain tried to back away while swallowing hard, a silvery wind bloomed around him.

Damn! You’re here!

It was obvious who it was. Lunan Slion had conjured a frosty wind that swirled around him.

“Where is it?”

In the silver storm, I sensed an ominous chill, but I couldn’t pinpoint its exact location. Sweat dripped from my hands due to the tension.

“I have no choice but to delete it before coming!”

Since we didn’t know where the attack would come from, the answer was to block all of the opponent’s sword strikes.

Ding!

Crain pulled Ora up with all his might and unleashed a saw-blade-shaped River energy toward the frost that enveloped their surroundings.

Kwaaaaaa!

The wave of energy spreading like a spider’s web erased the silver wind.
I was trying to steady my breathing, thinking it was fortunate, when five sword strikes burst forth from the settling frost.

Pwoooosh!

Crain was struck by Seolhwa’s sword spirit and pushed back, rolling across the frozen ground.

“Ugh….”

Crain lifted his trembling head with a pained breath.

“….”

Lunan Slion emerged from the frost, regarding him with quiet eyes.

“Never let your guard down until the end. Whether you block or evade, think about how to minimize damage.”

Lunan Slion tapped his head twice as if to emphasize the importance of thinking, then vanished into the mist of frost.

“Ugh….”

Crain couldn’t get up and remained sprawled on the ground.

“I’m seriously dying. How did I end up like this?”

Raon had said it would be slightly difficult training, but experiencing it firsthand, it wasn’t slightly difficult—it was deadly.

‘He intensified the concentration enhancement training….’

Until now, the concentration enhancement training involved ambushes that could be adequately blocked, and once I faced an instructor, they wouldn’t touch me again until I caught my breath.

But in today’s training, attacks filled with killing intent came—attacks that would be fatal if I merely blocked adequately—and with not just Raon, Rimer, and Dogyae, but even the squad leaders transformed into monsters, there was no chance to relax.
It was so exhausting that even well past dawn, I wasn’t the least bit drowsy.

“Aaaaah!”
“Grraaaah!”
“W-wait a moment, please!”

The shockwaves of clashing blades and the screams of the Gwangpung Corps echoed from all directions.
It meant the Gwangpung Corps wasn’t just being beaten down here—they were getting pummeled across the entire Bekmang Mountain.
To be honest, it felt less like training and more like one-sided brutality.

“Damn it….”

Crain squeezed his eyes shut and straightened his waist.
If he stayed down like this and ran into another unit leader, Rimer, or Raon, he’d get beaten unconscious for sure. He had to get up, no matter how much it hurt.

“Haa….”

Crain caught his breath and rose to his feet when someone appeared from the opposite direction.

“Eek!”
“Ugh!”

He startled and drew his blade, but a groan came from the other side as well.
He narrowed his eyes to identify who it was, and as the moon emerged from behind the clouds, the opponent’s face became visible.

“Dorian?”

The swordsman before him was Dorian.
But he’d clearly been beaten thoroughly—his clothes were in tatters, and both his eyes were swollen like a panda’s.

“What are you doing here?”

Dorian was one of those responsible for dragging the Gwangpung Corps into this hellhole.
It made no sense why the one who’d lured them in was swimming through this lava with them.

“Ugh….”

Dorian wiped his tears with his tattered sleeve.

“I only awakened my Divine Sight. My actual strength is unchanged, but they said I had to go in anyway….”

He sniffled, saying that Raon had forced him in.

“Since I can perceive attack directions, everyone’s hitting me even harder.”

Dorian collapsed on the spot, muttering that he was being beaten far more severely than the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“Hah….”

Crain let out a hollow laugh watching the whimpering Dorian.

“Is our Organization Master actually human…?”

Normally, one would show consideration to informants or spies working from enemy territory, but I had dragged Dorian—the primary architect of this training’s success—into hell as well. It was inhuman.

“It’s terrifying. Absolutely terrifying….”

Crain shook his head vigorously, seemingly fed up with my ruthlessness.

“If only I were stronger than that man….”

Dorian raised his clenched fist toward the night sky.

“I would’ve beaten his belly every time we ate….”

He bit his lip, lamenting his own weakness.

“Same here.”

Crain sighed and nodded in agreement.

“If I were stronger than the Organization Master, I would’ve just smacked him in the head every time our eyes met!”

He trembled his hands in regret.

“Will the day ever come when we’re stronger than the Organization Master?”
“Will it?”

Crain shook his head at Dorian, telling him to wake up from his dream.

“Why did you have to help that bastard!”

He frowned, resenting Dorian for causing this situation.

“Did you really think I’d end up like this?!”

Dorian shot to his feet, scrunching up his nose bridge.

“That man’s true nature—even my insight can’t see through it!”

He shook his head vigorously, insisting he couldn’t read this situation even with his special perception.

“Ugh, nothing but curses come to mind….”

It was just as Crain released a long, weary sigh.

“Kyaaaaaaagh!”

A scream erupted from right beside them. Though I couldn’t tell how they’d been struck, it was a death cry as if pierced through by a blade.

“….”
“….”

Crain and Dorian immediately clamped their mouths shut and rose silently to their feet.
The two exchanged a nod and quietly vanished into the forest.

“Arghhhh!”
“Kyeeeegh!”

But not long after, both their screams rang out in harmonious succession.

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“What a lovely sound.”

I hummed along to the screams of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen, flicking my fingertips.

-Creating such a hell, and throwing that wallet bastard into it too… you really are….

Wrath gazed at Raon with trembling eyes, as if facing a celestial being.

‘It’s true that my strength is lacking.’

I waved my hand dismissively.

‘Dorian needs to grow more as well.’

Dorian had opened his Divine Insight, but there was little change in his martial prowess.
Since his potential for growth was boundless, it was the right approach to cultivate him rigorously rather than leave him idle.

-That may be true, but from a human perspective… No, I apologize. You’re not human, are you.

Wrath shook his head, acknowledging his mistake.

‘I am human though….’

I clicked my tongue and grasped the Heavenly Sword with both hands.

-But why are you sitting still? I thought you’d be going around beating them up directly?

Wrath blinked, sounding surprised.

‘This time, I’m going to beat them a different way.’

I smirked and lifted the Heavenly Sword I held with both hands into the air.
Aura and will naturally connected, and the Heavenly Sword sang out with a living resonance.

-Huh? Wait, could it be….
‘Yes. It’s the Ancestor’s Living Sword Technique.’

Having witnessed the Living Sword Technique in a dream and completely mastered its martial manual, I could now manifest the first Head of House’s Living Sword Technique, however faintly.

‘Though I’m still far from proficient.’

The power and speed were insufficient for practical combat, but it was more than adequate for training purposes.

-So, you’re planning to attack those Gwangpung Corps members with that?
‘Exactly.’

Raon chuckled and lifted the Heavenly Sword, stained with pale flames, toward the sky.

‘I get to train, and they get to train too. Two birds with one stone.’
-No, that’s impossible to stop!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, insisting it absolutely couldn’t be done.

-Even the squad leaders won’t be able to block it!
‘That’s not my concern.’

Raon, his smile never fading, fired the Heavenly Sword toward the nearest Gwangpung Corps swordsman.

Whoooosh!

The Heavenly Sword became a yellow flash, tearing through the night sky and descending toward the shoulder of the swordsman hiding behind a boulder.

“Kyaaaah!”

Dorian, who had been catching his breath behind the rock, yelped in surprise and raised his sword. Since even his keen sight couldn’t read the trajectory of the Heavenly Sword, extreme confusion flooded his eyes.

“Where is it coming from!”

Clang!

Raon easily deflected Dorian’s clumsy strike and struck his abdomen with the sword’s hilt.

“Ugh!”

Dorian let out a duck-like cry and collapsed on the spot.

“The Heavenly Sword is really too much….”

He dropped tears like chicken droppings, as if asking whether I was trying to kill him.

“Relying too much on keen sight isn’t good either. You need to build real strength for keen sight to truly multiply its effectiveness. And….”

Raon conveyed his words to Dorian through the Heavenly Sword and nodded.

“If you want to hit my stomach, then challenge me. I welcome it anytime.”
“Eek!”

Dorian trembled with fright, his jaw quivering.

“D-did you hear that?”
“How could I not hear it when you’re speaking so loudly?”

I chuckled softly while observing Dorian’s pale face.

“S-so then….”
“Right. Now I need to deal with Crain too.”

As I was about to move to find Crain, Dorian raised his hand.

“Um, Organization Master?”
“I can’t watch your training.”

I shook my head apologetically, explaining that I couldn’t oversee his training.

“That’s not it….”

Dorian lowered his posture slightly and spoke in a hushed voice.

“Could you hit Crain even harder than you hit me? Please.”

He clasped his hands together, saying it was fine if I didn’t exclude him from training, but asking me to strike Crain twice as hard.

‘Look at that.’

I gestured toward Dorian and shrugged my shoulders.

‘This is how humans are.’
-You learned that from me!

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I completed the Gwangpung Corps’ crisis detection training before dawn, descended Bekmang Mountain, and returned to the 5th Training Ground.

A fierce wind howled from within. Mark Goeten remained alone, still wielding his blade.

“How is your training progressing?”

I approached Mark Goeten and tapped his scabbard lightly.

‘He has grown, but there’s still something lacking.’

Ideally, I should have brought Mark Goeten along with the three unit leaders to the Holy Sword Association, but since I didn’t know what that place truly was, I couldn’t take him—a wanderer—with me.
Now I regretted not bringing him.

“Huff….”

Mark Goeten lowered his blade and wiped the sweat from his brow.

“I trained with all my effort here, but I still lack much.”

He shook his head, apparently recalling Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion, who had returned with remarkable growth.
Yet there was no hint of self-loathing in his expression. He simply smiled calmly, as if merely fulfilling his duty.

“You don’t seem impatient.”
“Of course not.”

Mark Goeten nodded with composure.

“For decades before you took me in, I remained stagnant in one place. Now, with even the slightest growth, this is nothing short of paradise for me.”

He smiled, speaking of how this moment—when effort bore even modest fruit—brought him happiness.

“I see.”

I met Mark Goeten’s gaze and offered a gentle smile.
Those who had endured suffering so profound they’d wished for death truly possessed an uncommon resilience of spirit.

—Hey! Explain it properly! Paradise isn’t such a wonderful place!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, insisting that the Demon Realm was actually the better place.

“Still, I’ve been wondering lately if I should expand my martial techniques a bit.”
“Expand them?”
“I’ve trained in only one direction for so long that I thought it might be good to add other techniques or subtle principles.”

Mark Goeten smacked his lips, contemplating whether he should broaden his path through martial arts in multiple directions.

“Is that what you wish to do?”
“Well, to be honest, I’d prefer to continue as I am. But to grow further, I need something more diverse….”
“If you acquire diverse techniques and swordsmanship, it certainly won’t be a loss. However….”

I shook my head as I observed Mark Goeten’s staff, its handle wrappings completely torn away.

“Walking a single path doesn’t make you weaker or slower. If you stay true to your own way, you can achieve results even faster. When I visited the Holy Sword Association recently….”

I told Mark Goeten about the conviction and strength of the Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen, who walked only one path.

“I see. So those people….”

Mark Goeten clenched his fist excitedly upon hearing that swordsmen who, like himself, walked only one path could reach higher heights and become stronger.

“So I have a proposal.”
“A proposal, you say….”
“How about visiting the Holy Sword Association?”

I pulled out a letter envelope from my pocket.

“Me, at the Holy Sword Association?”

Mark Goeten swallowed hard as he looked at the envelope.

“Is it alright even though I use a staff, not a sword?”
“I was worried about that too, which is why I left a letter of introduction. But when I went there myself, just as I mentioned before, the Holy Sword Association turned out to be a place where people lived like anywhere else.”

I smiled faintly and handed him the letter of introduction I’d written for Lectar.

“It will certainly be of great help to you.”

The wall of a Grand Master is high. Even among martial artists called geniuses who rose to Master quickly, those who ascend to the Grand Master realm are extremely rare.

Mark Goeten knows the pain of not growing, and since he regrets his past days and works harder than anyone, he will surely be able to reach Grand Master.

It might be my own wish, but among Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Mark Goeten, Mark Goeten seemed like the one who would break through the wall first.

“….”

Mark Goeten stared at the letter of introduction with wavering eyes, then reached out as if he’d made a decision.

“I will go.”
“A good choice.”

I smiled and handed the letter of introduction to Mark Goeten.

“When will you depart?”
“Once you’ve made a decision, you should move immediately.”

He nodded, saying he would leave tomorrow.

“Ah, then let me give you one piece of advice.”

I raised a finger.

“There’s a swordmaster named Lawrence living on the back mountain of the Holy Sword Association. He’s truly kind and teaches martial arts very well. Make sure to visit him every day and learn from him.”

I said this with a slight grin.

“Yes, I will keep that in mind.”

Mark Goeten said he would do so and left the Training Ground.

-Hey, are you really trying to give up on humanity?

Wrath shook his head as if exasperated.

-Why are you creating a path where both of them die!
“For some reason….”

Raon chuckled softly as he watched Mark Goeten’s retreating back.

“I thought the two of them might become good friends.”

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After finishing breakfast, Raon made his way to the Bi-Yeon Society.

“Welcome to the Bi-Yeon Society.”

Chad, the head of the Bi-Yeon Society, greeted him at the door with a welcoming smile, as if he’d been waiting all along.

“I received word from the Head of House. You’re investigating the activities of the first Head of House?”
“Yes. There are some things I’m curious about.”
“Haha, that happens sometimes. Please, come this way.”

Chad mentioned that he would guide me to the underground where Zigheart’s historical records were kept, and he entered his office.

“Why the office…”
“Records of Zigheart are forbidden from being leaked, no matter how trivial. Only those with permission from the current head of the Bi-Yeon Society may enter, so the passage exists within here.”

Chad tapped his fingers repeatedly against the windowless wall, and with a heavy thud, the wall split open, revealing a passage descending downward.

“Hmm…”

I widened my eyes. Even without releasing my aura, it was remarkable that I hadn’t noticed the entrance right before me. It seemed to be a mechanism created by a master of extraordinary skill.
It seemed to be a device made by a master craftsman.

“Please follow me.”

The staircase was wide, and permanent lighting illuminated the surroundings, so there were no major difficulties in descending.
The Staircase was wide, and with permanent lighting coming in from the surroundings, there was no major problem going down.

“To be honest, I’ve also been curious about the first Head of House and conducted various investigations. However, there’s nothing recorded beyond what’s already known. There likely won’t be any information about him within the last 500 years.”

He clicked his tongue, saying that he’d barely find any records about the first Head of House only by examining historical documents from seven hundred years ago.

“I see.”

As I listened to Chad’s words and descended the staircase, my feet soon touched the floor.
When I lifted my gaze, countless bookshelves stood like trees growing in a forest, their interiors packed with books and documents stacked high.

“This is the history of Zigheart.”

Chad walked forward with an excited flush coloring his cheeks.

“The closer you are to here, the more recent the events; the farther away, the more ancient.”

He walked ahead, suggesting that it would be best to search from the inner sections for materials concerning the first Head of House.

“Thank you.”

I nodded and was about to follow Chad when it happened.

A deafening roar erupted!

As if I’d stepped on a trap, golden flames burst forth from the darkened floor and engulfed me.

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