The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 820

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Chapter 820

“Ha….”

I let out a hollow laugh as I gazed upon the door engulfed in golden flames.

‘Was this really the answer?’

The flame beings that had wandered throughout this entire archive all day seemed to exist solely for the purpose of opening this door.
I felt almost apologetic for realizing it so late.

‘If I had noticed this from the beginning….’

No, that wouldn’t have been the case.

Thanks to spending more than half a day in this archive, I was able to discern that the flame being standing before the wall was not moving.
Even if I had observed this wall from the start, I wouldn’t have suspected that something special was hidden behind it.

-W-what is this?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he too became able to perceive the door made of flames.

-For such a thing to occur without any sign whatsoever….

From his reaction, it seemed even his senses had failed to detect the space beyond this wall.

‘There was a sign.’
-What sign are you referring to?
‘I told you earlier. The flame beings were moving. They opened this door for us.’
-You’re saying that was real? Not nonsense?

Wrath’s jaw trembled as if he found it utterly absurd.

‘That’s what I’m telling you.’
-Tsk, even though the True Demon King is in a spirit state, to fail to perceive such a scheme….

He pressed his lips together tightly, his pride clearly wounded.

‘Still no sense of danger.’

Just like the flame beings, only warmth emanated from this door.
Since there was no hostile intent or malice, it seemed I could enter as is.

I exhaled slowly and stepped into the flaming door.

Whoooosh!

The moment I crossed the threshold, the world darkened as if stage lights had been extinguished, and my vision turned pitch black.

‘What is this?’

I was clearly in reality, yet my body felt weightless as though I were falling into a dream.
Wrath, who had been perched on my shoulder, was nowhere to be seen, and my own body grew hazy like mist.

I looked around cautiously, and the light returned as if stage lights had been switched back on.
A familiar space—the Underground Archive of the Bi-Yeon Society where I had spent the entire day.

‘No, it’s different.’

It was certainly the Underground Archive of the Bi-Yeon Society, but it looked quite different from what I had seen.

There were fewer bookshelves, records, and materials than now, and people dressed in scholar’s robes bustled about the entire archive.

‘Could those people be….’

The flame beings?

The way they wrote something in books, organized them, and stacked documents was exactly identical to how the flame beings moved about inside the archive.

‘Then….’

I swallowed hard and turned around. I could see the wall at the end where I had entered, and before it stood two warriors as still and unmovable as statues.
As expected, these two were swordsmen guarding this wall.

‘They’re strong.’

Even as I witnessed the memory, I could feel the formidable martial prowess of the two swordsmen.
They fell short of my current strength, but these seasoned Grand Masters—warriors of such caliber guarding the Wall—it was remarkable.

‘Should I return there again?’

As I pondered where to go next, commotion erupted from behind.
I turned to see the Blonde Swordsman and a Blue-Robed Mage descending the staircase.

The swordsmen guarding the Wall and the scribes recording documents ceased their work, bowing respectfully in unison. Deep reverence and trust gleamed in every eye.

[No need for formalities.]

The Blonde Swordsman offered a gentle smile and waved his hand dismissively.

‘The First Patriarch….’

Though his face remained obscured, his gesture alone revealed that this was the First Patriarch of Zigheart.

[Keep up the good work.]

The First Patriarch offered a courteous bow to the clan members before turning toward the Wall.
As he placed his hand upon it, a gate of golden flames rose—just as one had for me moments before.

[It’s working well.]

The First Patriarch nodded with evident satisfaction.

[With our combined strength, it would be stranger if it didn’t work.]

The Blue-Robed Mage grumbled and stepped through the gate first.

[I suppose so.]

The First Patriarch chuckled lightly and followed after her.

‘I should follow… wait?’

As I attempted to pursue the First Patriarch, my perspective shifted naturally, and I found myself standing in a small chamber constructed of red brick.

Whoosh.

Seeing the First Patriarch and the Blue-Robed Mage before my eyes, it seemed I had been sucked into the interior of the Flame Gate against my own will.

[Done.]

The First Patriarch placed a single book on a small bookshelf in the center of the chamber. The cover appeared stiff, as though it had been made not long ago.

[Why make it so complicated?]

The Blue-Robed Mage frowned at the nameless book.

[You could have simply told the Direct Line verbally, or placed it in the Head of House’s Treasury like Manhwagong does.]

She shook her head, unable to comprehend the reasoning.

[That won’t work.]

The First Patriarch shook his head firmly, his voice carrying warmth despite his resolute tone.

[You don’t trust them? The ones here would sacrifice their lives without hesitation for you.]

The Mage wrinkled the bridge of her nose, pleading for understanding.

[I know. But the future is different.]

The First Patriarch offered a serene smile, asking for her comprehension.

[One day, our achievements will be forgotten, and numerous martial arts and treasures will leak out. Among them, Manhwagong and the Ring of Fire might be mixed in as well.]
[L-leak out?]

The Mage’s eyes widened as though she had never considered such a possibility.

[Yes. Likely many things.]

The First Patriarch nodded as though it were no great matter.

[Then we should prevent it!]
[Fate cannot be stopped simply by trying to stop it.]

He used the word “destiny” while revealing indifferent eyes.

‘A leak, then….’

I swallowed dryly as I watched the First Patriarch’s back.

‘Come to think of it….’

In my previous life, the place where I obtained the Ring of Fire was a cave completely isolated from Zigheart.
Since it lacked any trace of the ancestors I’d encountered so far, it seemed plausible that someone had leaked it.

‘That’s right. That’s the most likely scenario.’

Even setting aside the Sword Technique of Reason that existed in the Holy Sword Association, it made no sense that the Ring of Fire didn’t exist in Zigheart. Something must have happened in between.

[What exactly are you looking at?]

The Blue-Robed Mage raised her eyebrows as she gazed at the First Patriarch.

[No different from you. I’m simply making various preparations.]

The First Patriarch shrugged as if it were nothing.

[Then let’s depart.]
[You’re really going like this?]

The Blue-Robed Mage tilted her head while adjusting her staff.

[Without saying goodbye to everyone?]
[I’ve already laid the groundwork. I prefer farewells to be clean.]

The First Patriarch flicked his fingers, urging them to leave.

[I can’t tell if you’re cold-hearted or deeply considerate.]

The Blue-Robed Mage sighed and planted her staff on the ground.

[So where are we going?]
[First to the Southern Region. That’s the direction ‘he’ last appeared. I have things I need to plant there as well.]
[You really do live a busy life.]

As she clicked her tongue briefly, blue light surged forth and enveloped the Zigheart Ancestor.

Whoooosh!

Within the undulating waves of blue mana, the First Patriarch turned to look back. His crimson eyes met mine in serene stillness.
He offered a deep smile—as if to say I was doing well, or perhaps to urge me to push harder.

Boom!

With a brilliant flash of light, the First Patriarch and the mage vanished, and the room fell dark.
When I closed and reopened my eyes, I saw a ceiling made of red brick.

‘Huh? This ceiling is….’
-Damn it!

As I stared blankly at the ceiling, Wrath suddenly burst into view.

-Why are you just lying there after falling down!

Wrath waved his arms frantically, his eyes urgent.

‘Falling down?’

I blinked and looked around. I was lying on the floor, and when I turned to look behind me, a gate of flames was burning.

‘I see.’

It seemed I must have rolled across the floor while being pulled into the First Patriarch’s memory. My body was sturdy enough that I didn’t appear to have any injuries.

‘Thanks for worrying about me.’
-Worry? Nonsense!

Wrath’s eyes widened in embarrassment, resembling a rabbit’s.

-If you get damaged, I won’t be able to eat rice and ice cream! That’s the only reason!

He ground his teeth, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

‘I see.’

I chuckled softly. If I died or lost consciousness, he could simply consume my body as is, yet seeing him worry like this—no matter how I thought about it—didn’t match the temperament of a Demon Lord.

-However….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed to slits.

-Where have you been?
‘Where have I been?’
-For just a brief moment, your soul vanished from your body.

So that’s why he was startled, I nodded slightly.

-Now that I think about it, something similar happened before.
‘It did.’

I nodded calmly. When I had entered the Zigheart Ancestor’s memories before, Wrath had said something similar. Of course, even then, he hadn’t laid a hand on my body—hardly befitting a Demon Lord.

‘I went to see the Zigheart Ancestor’s memories.’
-W-the Ancestor’s memories? You mean that dream?
‘Yes.’

I nodded. Since Wrath trusted me, I in turn trusted him and told him the truth.

-That shouldn’t be possible without an artifact or something special.

Wrath swallowed hard, his expression skeptical.

‘There is a medium, actually.’

The mediums connecting the Ancestor and me are the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong. These two martial arts were drawing me into the Ancestor’s memories.

-That still shouldn’t work! If it were possible with just martial arts, anyone could learn from the Ancestor!

Wrath shook his head, saying that even if he were a genius, such a thing would be impossible.

-Is your ancestor truly human?
‘Then what else would he be? A demon?’
-Hmm! Well, looking at your character, there’s not a drop of demon blood in you.

Wrath clicked his tongue, saying my ancestor had no connection whatsoever to the Demon Realm.

‘To think I’d hear such words from a Demon Lord.’

I chuckled softly and gazed at the bookshelf before me.
The tome I’d seen in my ancestor’s memory still boasted its crisp cover, as though less than an hour had passed since that moment.

‘Why would he place this book here?’

Unlike the Blue-Robed Mage, I possessed no prior knowledge, so I couldn’t fathom the book’s purpose. In the end, I had no choice but to open it myself.

“Huh.”

I steadied my rapidly pounding heart and opened the book. In that instant, the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong activated simultaneously, and the book began burning with golden radiance.

‘This isn’t a book at all….’

It’s memory and energy.

As the book burned, its contents inscribed themselves into my mind. It was the same method as Manhwagong.

Whoooosh!

The vivid fire energy embedded in the book swept across my entire body, beginning to bridge the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong’s energies.
Simultaneously, the incantations engraved in my mind served as a natural bridge, connecting the two energies more seamlessly.

Both Manhwagong and the Ring of Fire were martial arts of the First Patriarch, yet their essence differed.

The Ring of Fire and flame cultivation method—which developed body and soul according to a warrior’s nature and drew out the soul’s rank and senses to their maximum—and Manhwagong, which contained numerous sword techniques, now drew a deep, intense circle of flame as though they had always been one from the beginning.

Whoooosh!

I clenched the ashes of the remaining book in my palm and nodded.

‘So this is what it was.’

The contents of the booklet left by the Zigheart Ancestor were straightforward.

A synergistic effect between the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong—not a crude harmony like before, but a method to maximize Manhwagong’s power by utilizing the Ring of Fire.

To others, it would have been an obscure passage with no significance whatsoever, but to me, it was an opportunity more precious than anything else.

‘I’ve grown stronger again.’

No—I will grow stronger.

Thanks to the First Patriarch’s arrangement, I felt certain that I could transcend even transcendence itself and become stronger on my own.

-What… what is this?

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

-The two types of flames dwelling in your body are suddenly connecting so naturally.

He seemed to have grasped my transformation at once and shook his head.

‘It’s still faint, but I’ve connected the flames of the ring with the flames of my core.’
-That ring isn’t the flame of the Muwha, is it?
‘Right. The amplification effect of the aura has grown even greater.’

I smiled as I felt the movement of the ring radiating from my heart.

-Tch…

Wrath bit his lip hard.

-Why do only you consume opportunities like that! While others barely get one in a lifetime, you inhale them like breathing!

He cried out, complaining that the world was discriminating against him.

‘It might not all be good.’
-What?
‘My enemies will be strong too.’
-Enemies? Are you talking about that curly-haired bastard who summoned the Celestial Clan?
‘That one is my enemy.’

Raon shook his head, his brows furrowed.

‘Those Anima creatures that fought the Ancestor.’

They seemed to still be alive.

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After leaving the Bi-Yeon Society, I headed not to the Annex Building, but to the Patriarch’s Hall.
Since I had discovered a new location in the Underground Archive, I needed to report it to Glen first.

Creak—

As I pushed open the massive doors of the Audience Chamber and stepped inside, I knelt before Glen, who was gazing at the moon through the window.

“I greet the Head of House.”
“Rise.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, saying such unnecessary formalities were beneath him—much like the First Patriarch I had seen in my memories. Now that I looked closer, his eyes bore a striking resemblance.

“Hmm, I heard you went to the Bi-Yeon Society. Have you already found something?”

He too seemed to sense my transformation, his pupils trembling slightly.

“Yes. I discovered something unexpected.”
“Something unexpected?”
“In fact….”

I recounted how I had observed the flame humans through Manhwagong, studied them, and entered the new space that had been created in the Underground Archive.

“Well, something like that existed….”

Glen also seemed unaware of that space, exhaling softly in surprise.

“Inside it was a single book. When I grasped it, it scattered to ash just like the Manhwagong that the Head of House bestowed upon me.”
“So that knowledge also seeped into your mind?”
“Yes, it did.”

I nodded heavily.

“What was its content?”
“It contained methods to make the flames of Manhwagong hotter and more powerful. And there were also improvements to swordsmanship written within, which were quite similar to my own thoughts.”

The manuscript left by the Ancestor contained not only methods to strengthen Manhwagong, but also refined swordsmanship techniques. The improvements described were nearly identical to what I had conceived.

“That means your path hasn’t strayed from the Ancestor’s will. Remarkable indeed.”

Glen smiled gently and nodded.

“Most people in this world simply sit idle and pray for fortune, but true fortune comes to those who strive. You’ve worked hard.”

He smiled as though my efforts had produced these results. Yet his expression didn’t appear particularly bright.

“Grandfather.”

I called Glen grandfather rather than Head of House and lowered my head.

“You don’t look well. Is it because of my sister?”

Even during training, I made time to visit Sia every day, yet she still hadn’t awakened.
My granddaughter remained unconscious, and no information about the Soul Stone had arrived, so he seemed frustrated.

“Yes. It’s so difficult to find that I wonder if the Soul Stone truly exists.”

Glen sighed, realizing that the position of Head of House of Zigheart was this powerless.

“Have all the contacts returned their responses?”
“Most didn’t even know of its existence. They said they would search, but there’s been no word since. Ah….”

He trailed off, dropping his chin slightly.

“One place hasn’t made contact at all.”

Glen’s brow furrowed deeply, irritation flashing across his face.

“Who is that?”
“Aris. That fool is hopeless as always.”

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