The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 831

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Chapter 831

-Timing! That damned thing always gets the timing perfectly right!

Wrath shook his head violently, his hair flushed red with rising anger.

‘It’s probably just a coincidence.’

I waved my hand lightly.

-Coincidence my ass! Do you really think throwing rewards at these exact moments every time is coincidence? It’s clearly mocking the True Demon King!

Wrath clenched his fists, exclaiming that it was obvious as fire.

-The moment I return to the Demon Realm, I’ll beat them all to the brink of death!
‘Beat them all? Then….’

Just as I was about to ask Wrath a question, Aris Zigheart approached and tapped my shoulder.

“Good thing. We’ll be able to return quickly.”

Aris Zigheart let out her characteristic refreshing laugh, seemingly eager to meet Sia.

“Yes. We were fortunate.”

I nodded, dismissing the message.

“Considering you found the Soul Stone first, it seems like more than luck.”

Aris Zigheart waved her hand, saying it seemed the heavens acknowledged her desire to save Sia.

“I agree.”

Rimer raised his hand to shoulder height.

“Ever since you came to this island, you haven’t rested for even a second—you’ve only been searching for the Soul Stone. There’s no one else who could have found it.”

He nodded, saying it was only natural that he would be the one to find it.

“I don’t care who finds it—I’m just relieved we can finally leave this island.”

Martha heaved a long sigh, saying she’d nearly grown tired of the sea in just one day.

“I didn’t think it was so bad.”

Burren chuckled softly, admiring the scenery as he spoke of the romance in searching for the Spirit Stone.

“I enjoyed it too. The water was refreshing….”

Lunan nodded, saying he’d felt good because the seawater was cool.

“S-so we’re heading back right now? There are still so many supplies we need to gather….”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he spoke of all the provisions they should pack.

“What supplies are you talking about! What could we possibly need to gather on a deserted island?”

Crain furrowed his brow, unable to understand.

“Wood! Stone! Grass! Flowers! Fruit! All things we can’t obtain in Zigheart!”

Dorian snorted, as if asking why he’d question something so obvious.

“But why would we need any of that!”
“I-I don’t know right now, but there will definitely be a use for them later!”

Crain and Dorian pressed their foreheads together, glaring into each other’s eyes.

“Here they go again.”
“I wonder who’ll win this time?”
“Even if Crain wins with the sword, Dorian will have a hard time beating him in a verbal argument.

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen let out thin laughter as they watched Crain and Dorian bicker.

Thanks to finding the Spirit Stone, everyone’s faces were filled with vitality. They could all return in good spirits.

“Is there anything you need, Aunt Aris?”

Merlin massaged Aris’s shoulders while grinning widely.

“Ah, no. Who are you…?”

Aris’s jaw trembled uncomfortably at the sight of the Old Woman mask Merlin wore.

“Why are you calling me Aunt?!”

She exhaled sharply, exasperated.

“Because you are my aunt, so I call you Aunt.”

Merlin tilted her head as if to say it was as obvious as calling an apple an apple.

“R-Raon? What is going on here?”

Aris stumbled backward from Merlin in confusion.
The term “aunt” was what a wife called her husband’s aunt, so she seemed genuinely shocked.

Whoooosh!

Every time Merlin clung to Aris, I felt a dark, lustful energy rising from beneath the sea. Rust was genuinely furious.

“…Just ignore her.”

I waved my hand, telling Aris not to mind Merlin’s words.

‘Even my trusted aunt has become like this.’

With Aris at a loss for words, it seemed there was no one in Zigheart who could match Merlin.

-As expected of the Mad Woman!

Wrath nodded emphatically, as if he’d known it all along.

-Fake madness cannot overcome true madness!
‘Are you pleased?’
-No, that’s not it….

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I returned to the Dormitory on Sevil Island and summoned the reward messages I hadn’t properly reviewed.

[You have achieved an impossible Achievement through ingenious thinking.]
[You have defeated a Transcendent.]
[You have laid an unfortunate soul to rest.]
[All stat points increase by 60.]

-S-sixty? Sixty points all at once?

Wrath’s eyes widened as if he might burst forth.

-Does that even make sense?
‘It does make sense.’

I nodded as I read the message about my 60-point increase.

‘I defeated a Transcendent at the Grand Master level and even comforted Labera’s soul. Sixty is actually on the low side.’

As I spoke of it being low, I felt a tremendous mana seeping through my entire body.

With my overall stats elevated, mere points usually felt insignificant, but a sudden 60-point increase revived the exhilaration of my body and soul growing stronger.

-Even so, this is a bit much….
‘Even in the Demon Realm, there’s probably never been a Grand Master-level being who defeated a Transcendent.’
-…There has been.

Wrath hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

‘There’s someone like that?’
-Of course the situation is a bit different, but you’re not the only talented one in this world!

Wrath shook his head, telling me not to be so full of myself.

‘Who is it? A Demon Lord?’
-You don’t need to know!

Wrath wrinkled his nose, clearly unwilling to elaborate.

‘Hmm….’

I smacked my lips. I was curious about who it was, but it seemed pointless to ask, so I checked the next message instead.

[A new trait 【Spirit Whisper】 has been created.]
[The trait 【Seolhwa’s Senses】 has increased in rank.]
[The trait 【Seolhwa’s Demon Armor】 has increased in rank.]

The second batch of messages was about my traits.

A new trait called 【Spirit Whisper】 had been created, and the ranks of Seolhwa’s Senses and Seolhwa’s Demon Armor—which I’d used to withstand the 2nd Apostle’s attacks—had both increased.

-Kuh! You’re getting so much! So much!

I ignored Wrath’s angry complaints and examined the ability of Spirit Whisper.

【Spirit Whisper】
Reduces the Upper Dantian overload and aura consumption when deploying the Sword of Eternity.

‘That’s useful.’

The newly acquired trait allowed me to use the Sword of Eternity more efficiently.

It wouldn’t have much effect now, but if its rank increased, it would definitely become a great asset.

-Noooooo!

Wrath let out a shriek the moment he saw Spirit Whisper’s ability.

-Every time you do this, what am I supposed to eat! You cursed fools!
‘The True Demon King is struggling with just this much…’
-Just this much? JUST THIS MUCH? Even the wealthiest family on the Continent would collapse within a year if they were robbed daily! You fence-dealing bastard!

Wrath flailed both arms, lamenting how he endured being stolen from every single day.

-Damn it! I should have just fallen back then…

Wrath shook his head, calling himself the greatest mistake of his demonic life.

‘If you’d gone back then, you’d never have tasted marble ice cream for your whole life. You’re still okay with that?’
-Mmm…

Wrath’s rounded shoulders trembled faintly.

‘Besides, if you go back now and wake your sister, that mountain of ice cream you’ve always dreamed of will be built, and a feast of delicacies will be spread before you.’
-Gulp…

The sound of Wrath swallowing the saliva flowing from his mouth echoed.

-W-will you open it right away?

He lifted his head slightly. The disappointed face that had lost all its strength vanished, replaced only by the gleam of anticipation for ice cream and food.

‘Of course. Even if I don’t open it, Grandfather or Mother will.’
-Hmph! Then this magnanimous True Demon King shall understand! However, as you said, prepare a grand festival… KYAAAAAAH!

Wrath was in the middle of instructing me to prepare properly when a Pink Aura Entity suddenly burst forth, and he screamed and collapsed.
His eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness.

“R-Rust?”

I exhaled sharply upon seeing the Pink Aura Entity. The power of lust dwelling in my soul resonated, confirming it was definitely Rust.

“Yap!”

Space beside Rust tore open, and Merlin burst out as well. It seemed she had come with her from the start.

“Why did you two follow me all the way here?”

Since Rust was there, I nodded my head as calmly as possible.

‘Both of them shouldn’t be here?’

Merlin had left Zigheart saying she would gather information, and Rust had promised to return to the Demon Realm and wait for Wrath.

I couldn’t understand why they had come all the way here.

“I was trying to leave quietly too, but I ended up making a bet with her.”

Merlin laughed while poking Rust’s elbow with her arm.

“A bet? What kind of bet?”
“It was a bet about who could follow you around more quietly.”

Merlin proudly stretched out her hand and pointed to herself.

“Of course I won! Thanks to you finding that guy earlier!”

She tilted her head slightly with an expression that seemed to say, ‘I did well, didn’t I?’

“Ugh, I got too close because I wanted to see your face….”

Rust sniffled her nose from within the Pink Aura Entity, clearly frustrated about losing.

A wave of lust surged forth, and the desire to embrace her pierced through my heart.

Wrath simultaneously wielded his wrath and ring of fire to push back the power of lust that Rust had naturally unleashed.

“Haah….”

I steadied my mind and let out a long sigh.

“Were the gazes I sometimes felt inside Zigheart also from you two?”
“That’s right!”

Merlin smiled brightly, saying she had been watching from a distance.

“Yeah. I was watching in this state….”

Rust nodded, saying she had dissolved her soul into the atmosphere to follow me.

“Ah….”

I grabbed my throbbing head.

‘I’m going to lose my mind. Seriously….’

They held a stalking competition right in front of me, the one being stalked. The winner laughed, the loser cried. I had no idea what kind of situation this was.

In truth, it wouldn’t have been strange to arrest both of them and throw them in a cell.

But once we actually arrested them and threw them in jail, it seemed like those two would actually be happy about it.

“My head hurts so much right now that I don’t know how to explain this….”

I looked at Merlin and Rust in turn, letting out a long sigh.

“You want my praise? Fine. I’ll praise you!”

Merlin spread both arms wide, demanding a prize for winning.

“Sniff….”

In contrast, Rust’s tears fell in drops. She seemed genuinely frustrated about losing the stalking competition.

“There’s no winning or losing in stalking! You criminals!”

I finally couldn’t hold back and shouted.

“You said you were going back! Are you breaking your promise?”
“I lost….”

Rust ignored my words entirely, drowning only in despair over losing to Merlin.

“You said you needed to gather information too! If you’re going to act like this, just stay at Zigheart!”
“Give me a prize! Anything!”

Merlin kept trying to cling to me, insisting that the winner deserved a prize.

-Ugh, what’s happening…?

Wrath slowly regained consciousness and rose to his feet.

‘Wrath, you’re awake. Good.’

Raon knelt beside Wrath, supporting him.

‘Those two have been stalking us this whole time while we stalked each other! That gaze I felt on my back occasionally—it was them!’

I explained to Wrath that Merlin and Rust had been engaged in a stalking competition against us.

-…

Wrath stared at Merlin and Rust with quiet eyes. His usual demeanor had shifted—he appeared genuinely furious.

‘That’s right, Wrath! Say something to them…’

I stepped back, trusting that Wrath would handle this.

-I just want to die!

Wrath screamed and slammed his own forehead into the ground.

Crack!

Perhaps because the spirit’s will was embedded within him, he collapsed with his eyes rolled back.

‘Wrath!’
-Now… I can finally find peace.

Wrath let out a thin laugh, shaking his head.

“Now I can be the only one stalking! I’m the true stalker!”
“I’ve followed Wrath for thousands of years, and I lost…?”
“…”

Watching Merlin laugh and Rust cry, I drew the Heavenly Sword from its sheath.

‘I don’t even know anymore.’

I raised the Heavenly Sword and struck my own forehead.

Crack!

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The next day.

When I woke, Merlin and Rust had vanished. Carrying the weight of my anxiety about them, I departed Sevil Island with the Gwangpung Corps.

Standing on the deck, watching the waves break against the hull, I recalled how yesterday in Labera’s mental world, the knot of despair had seeped into the tips of my feet.

‘Nothing will happen, right?’

Though a slight unease lingered, I reasoned that once purified energy shouldn’t pose any real problems, and I smacked my lips.

As the island faded and the seagulls dwindled, footsteps sounded from behind. Turning around, I found Rimer standing with his hand raised.

“What are you thinking so intently about?”

Rimer chuckled softly and placed his interlaced hands behind his head.

“Nothing in particular.”

I shook my head, saying I’d simply been watching the sea.

“Really? But you look so worried. Is there a problem with your soul stone?”

Rimer narrowed his eyes, noting my poor complexion.

“No, it’s not that.”

I shook my head. I wasn’t worried about my soul stone—only anxious about where Merlin and Rust were coming from.

“Then I’m relieved.”

Rimer chuckled softly and rested his arm on the railing. After gazing at the churning waves for a long moment, he spoke.

“Now I can finally awaken your sister. You must be delighted.”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it. However….”

I nodded calmly.

“What brings me even greater joy is easing the worries of my mother, father, and both grandfathers.”

Glen Zigheart, Lectar, Sylvia, and Edgar had been searching day and night for a way to save Sia, visiting her infirmary constantly.
Being able to ease the concerns of those four people was a joy as profound as awakening Sia herself.

“The more I see, the more I’m amazed.”

Rimer turned his gaze toward me.

“Pardon? What do you mean….”
“I’m amazed that you, who once pushed away bonds, have come to cherish family so deeply. Not long ago, you couldn’t even bring yourself to call Aris your aunt.”

He smiled broadly, pleased by my transformation.

“Thanks to my family, I’ve come to realize that people don’t have to be so difficult to understand.”
“Sylvia must have taught you that. She’s always been resolute.”
“While my mother has certainly given me much guidance, the members of the Annex Building are not my only family.”

I shook my head, looking at Rimer.

“Hmm?”
“The Gwangpung Corps is also my family. And of course, the unit commander as well….”

My transformation into someone who cherishes bonds was not Sylvia’s doing alone—it was also thanks to Rimer and the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps.
Had they not connected with me, I would still be consumed by thoughts of revenge alone.

“Aaahhhhh!”

Rimer trembled violently, shaking his head back and forth.

“Look at those goosebumps! You’re all flustered!”
“Ah, no. That’s….”

Raon’s face flushed as his lips trembled.

“Just kidding.”

Rimer tapped Raon’s head with a laugh.

“Well, thanks for thinking of me as family too. Anyway, you remind me of someone, and it’s embarrassing.”

Despite his words, he wore a gentle smile, light as the wind itself.

“And the same goes for me.”

Rimer nodded and slowly turned his body.

“You and the Gwangpung Corps are as precious to me as Siyan. Though not quite as much as gambling.”

He left the deck with a playful remark at the end.

-Is he insane too?

Wrath tilted his head with curiosity.

‘That’s just how he is.’

Beneath Rimer’s light and frivolous demeanor lay moments of unexpected gravity. He was impossible to hate.

‘That’s why the Gwangpung Corps endures.’

I smiled like Rimer and gazed back at the waves.

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Cheongpung returned to the original harbor without incident, aside from a brief encounter with a small-time pirate.

“Let’s take the dimensional gate right now and head home! Rabawin will pay for it!”

Aris gestured energetically the moment she stepped off the ship.

“M-me? Why would I….”

Rabawin blinked in confusion, unable to comprehend.

“You’re the reason we wasted time searching for that useless pentagon stone!”

Aris kicked Rabawin’s rear end, her brow furrowed.

“Aaaahhh!”

Rabawin had no chance to defend himself before crashing to the ground.

“I never thought it would come to this….”
“Then pay up if you didn’t know.”

Aris planted one leg firmly on the ground and placed her hand on Rabawin’s head—a quintessential thug’s stance.

“Y-yes, I understand….”

Rabawin turned away with a sniffle. Only I could see him cursing Aris under his breath.

“I’ll cover it, so don’t worry.”

I chuckled softly as I helped Rabawin to his feet.

“Lady Aris!”

A middle-aged man with a small stature and hunched back climbed onto the Cheongpung’s deck and rushed toward Aris.

“We’ve found the Young Master’s true traces!”

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