The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 834

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Chapter 834

Whoooosh!

The moment I heard Aris’s words, I activated Seolhwa’s senses.
Feeling the mystical sensation of atmospheric mana transforming into my skin, I spread my aura perception beneath my feet.

‘They’re definitely here.’

Not directly below, but I could sense people hiding about three floors down, their breathing suppressed.

‘A sorcerer? No, a martial artist carrying a sorcery artifact.’

They were concealing their presence through sorcery, which was why my aura perception hadn’t caught them initially.

‘Hah…’

I let out a hollow laugh while looking at Aris.

‘Did my aunt detect this immediately?’

I had defeated the transcendent 2nd Apostle and felt satisfied with my own growth, but it seemed I still had a long way to go before reaching a true transcendent’s level.

‘I didn’t need to worry.’

I had thought Aris had grown impatient out of concern for her son Seif, but even while her head was spinning, she wasn’t neglecting her duties as a leader.
As the saying goes, one shouldn’t worry about transcendents.

“When we first came to this Wizard Dungeon, there were only monsters and traps.”

Aris lowered her voice and gestured with her chin.

“Given the absence of external footprints, it’s safe to assume they came up from below.”

She lowered her finger, indicating we should consider them enemies.

“Ah, they came up from below?”

Paras blinked, his gaze fixed on the ground.

“It appears traces of Paras have been discovered.”

I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword, narrowing my eyes.

“M-me? Absolutely not! Despite how I look, I’m a descendant of the Great Dao, and I’ve even undergone hellish training under Aris….”

Paras trembled as he spoke, insisting he had perfectly erased his traces.

“When you entered the Wizard Dungeon alone before, nothing happened, correct?”
“Y-yes, that’s right. I only followed those sorcerers in secret.”

He rolled his eyes, claiming nothing had occurred at that time.

“I’m sensing sorcerous energy from the warriors below us. Since they wouldn’t suddenly raise their guard without reason, it’s safe to assume your traces were discovered, Paras.”

I shook my head calmly.

“Ah….”

Paras clutched his head with both hands, realizing it was his fault.

“I-I’m sorry. Because I did something strange, I’ve put Seif in greater danger….”
“It’s not your fault, Paras.”

I waved my hand toward Paras’s pale face.

“They didn’t discover actual traces—they sensed you through sorcery.”
“S-sorcery?”
“Yes. When you felt it would be dangerous to follow those sorcerers into the secret space at the end of the Wizard Dungeon, you were instinctively sensing the sorcery inscribed in that space.”

Unlike magic, sorcery utilizes negative mana, granting it unparalleled power in tracking and detection.

Paras’s footwork and ability to suppress his presence were remarkable, but his martial cultivation realm itself wasn’t high enough to deceive sorcery.

“S-so they’ve already realized we’ve entered….”
“That shouldn’t be the case.”

Raon sensed the presence of the hidden warriors lurking in that spot and shook his head.

“Covering the entire dungeon with sorcery to detect intruders is an enormous waste of resources. The warriors stationed below are likely sentinel guards deployed to reduce the sorcery’s consumption.”

The warriors remained motionless, concealed within the sorcery like statues carved from stone.
Based on their current state, they were undoubtedly sentinel guards meant to alert headquarters of any intruders.

“Of course, this is merely my speculation, but moving forward with heightened senses would be prudent. There’s a high likelihood that detection sorcery is installed throughout.”
“That’s our nephew for you! Sharp as ever!”

Aris laughed and patted Raon’s back.

“Let’s move while suppressing our presence as much as possible, just as Raon suggests. I’ll handle detecting the sorcery. Simply follow quietly behind me.”

She bent her knees slightly, indicating she would take the lead from here on.

“I’ll cast a sound barrier to block out the Gwangpung Corps’ noise.”

Raon drew in the surrounding mana and enveloped the entire Gwangpung Corps with it. While he couldn’t block all sound, he could certainly muffle the footsteps of the swordsmen.

“Then let’s move out again.”

Aris exhaled softly and descended into the dungeon, taking the lead. Trusting in the sentinel guards, no traps or monsters appeared.
There were no obvious traps or monsters in sight, as if trusting in the sentries’ vigilance.

After descending the winding path for about five minutes, a small entrance leading to the Brown Cavern appeared.

“I’m in there.”

Aris Zigheart turned her gaze away and lowered her voice even further.

“Uh, I can’t see it.”

Paras widened his eyes in surprise, saying that Wrath didn’t even have a shadow like a person.

“Yeah. It just looks like an ordinary cave.”
“Yeah. It just looks like an ordinary cave.”

The Gwangpung Corps inspectors also seemed unaware of it. The power of the curse appeared to be so strong that even the Masters couldn’t detect it.

“Three swordsmen are hiding within the sorcery, watching the entrance.”

I examined the entrance and shook my head.

“It looks like they’re positioned so that if one falls, the other two can report back to headquarters. The way they’ve blended so seamlessly into the sorcery… they’re definitely remnants of the Iron Chain Alliance.”
“Then we just need the three of us to take one each.”

Aris flicked her chin toward me and Rimer.

“Center, lower left, upper right—am I right?”

Rimer also seemed to sense the presence of the swordsmen concealed by sorcery, rotating his fingers in confirmation.

“I’ll take the left side.”
“Then I’ll take the right.”

Aris and Rimer each drew their swords, dividing the left and right sides between them.

“Wait. If those men are carrying artifacts or similar items, they might send their report before we can subdue them.”

I raised my hand to stop Aris and Rimer.
Even the slightest finger movement could transmit a message to headquarters, so rushing in blindly wasn’t the right approach.

“Then what do you suggest?”

Aris lowered her brows.

“We can’t proceed beyond this entrance without breaking through it.”
“Shall we throw something?”

I gestured toward Dorian, who had been standing there dazed.

“M-me? What am I supposed to throw…?”

Dorian’s eyelids trembled as anxiety washed over him.

“I’m counting on you.”

I smiled and hurled Dorian toward the cavern entrance.

“Wait, just a moment!”

Dorian forced strength into his body to avoid being pushed back, but stumbled at the cavern entrance instead.

“Now.”

I seized the moment when the sentries’ attention was fixed on Dorian and stepped on the Taewhabo technique.
With the Gwangpung Style wind wrapped around my feet, I charged toward the hidden warrior in the center of the cavern.

“Ah.”

The sentry’s gaze tore away from the fallen Dorian and shot upward in alarm, but it was far too late. My fingertips had already made contact with his throat.

Krraaagh!

The sentry struck by my technique collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
Suppressed by my aura, the sentry couldn’t move a single finger.

Thud!

Two impact sounds rang out almost simultaneously. Rimer and Aris also brought down the hidden sentries without issue and descended to the ground.

‘Fortunately, it wasn’t transmitted.’

The sorcerous energy in this space hadn’t stirred at all. It seemed we’d suppressed them before they could send the signal.

“Your judgment was right.”

Aris nodded while showing me the small button held in the sentry’s hand.

“Pressing this seems to send a signal below. How did you come up with such a plan?”

She laughed, saying my judgment was quick and my plan was sound.

“I’ve done it often.”

I smiled back and shook my head.
By appearance, Dorian was a harmless creature—like a rabbit or a squirrel.
Anyone would naturally panic seeing such a naive fellow trembling alone as he entered the cave.

“I’ve said it before, but our Organization Master’s true talent isn’t swordsmanship—it’s that brilliant mind of his.”

Martha shrugged her shoulders, marveling at how one head could work so remarkably well.

“We’re on a mission, so let’s call it good judgment rather than brilliance.”

Burren shook his head, urging them to show proper respect to the Organization Master.

-What nonsense!

Wrath shook his head.

-His real talent isn’t his mind or his swordsmanship—it’s that damned mouth of his!

He furrowed his brow, wondering why no one else could see it.

“I want to try throwing Dorian too….”

Lunan clenched his fists slightly, admitting he also wanted to give it a shot.

“N-No, please don’t! If you do that too, Lunan, I’m really done for!”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest.

“Truly the Gwangpung Corps’ quartermaster. Now he even supplies bait with his own body.”

Crain whistled mockingly at Dorian.

“You bastard!”

Dorian lunged at Crain as if all his pent-up frustration had finally burst.

“Let’s start with the interrogation first.”

Aris lowered her hand, signaling that they should each interrogate the captured sentries.

“Understood.”

Raon nodded and examined the state of the guard.
Seeing the iron armor connected by sorcery, it seemed reasonable to believe he was truly a warrior of the Iron Chain Alliance.

“What is your name?”

Though I asked for his name, the guard kept his eyes fixed forward and clamped his mouth shut.

“Fine. It’s been a while since I’ve used this.”

I chuckled softly and cast the torture technique of heat and cold that I had personally developed directly onto the guard’s body.
Since the quality of heat and cold had improved as I grew stronger, no amount of endurance would allow him to withstand it.

“….”

Normally, chaos would erupt the moment I began, but this guard only flushed red in the face—he neither screamed nor showed any excessive reaction.

“You’re from the Iron Chain Alliance, aren’t you?”
“….”
“Answer me!”

Aris was also using the subtleties of her spatial sword to tear through the guard’s flesh, but she couldn’t force his mouth open either.

‘This might take a while.’

In the meantime, I should examine the sorcery inscribed on their bodies.

Since my torture inflicted greater pain with each passing moment, I decided to decipher the sorcery enveloping his body while waiting for the guard’s mouth to open.

-You don’t even know the main character of your own sorcery.
‘I don’t know it, but I can see it if I use my traits.’

Since the ranks of the Ring of Fire, Wrath’s Demonic Eye, and Seolhwa’s Senses had all increased, given enough time I could decipher any power I was completely unfamiliar with.

-Heheheh, your own abilities fall short, so you rely only on strange traits. That’s why you can’t grow….
‘Seolhwa’s Senses and Wrath’s Demonic Eye are your powers, aren’t they?’
-Uh….

I kept Wrath’s mouth firmly shut and focused on the flow of the sorcery.

‘How nice and quiet this is.’

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Whoooosh!

The baby sea otter surged forward through the water at breakneck speed as if it had transformed into a shark, then suddenly came to a halt.

“Hey!”

The sea otter pointed insistently toward the empty space to its right.

“Why are you trying to go that way!”

The baby sea otter. At Merlin’s cry, a Pink Aura Entity shimmered across the water to the right.

“Isn’t this the way?”

The Pink Aura Entity. Rust tilted her head in confusion, unable to comprehend.

“That’s the sea! We need to head to land now, so why do you keep drifting off in the wrong direction!”

Merlin beat her own chest in exasperation, unable to understand herself.

“Oh, I see.”

Rust nodded and flowed southward.

“That’s not it!”

Merlin, unable to contain herself, hurled the spirit stone she was holding into the sea.

“Kyaaaaaah!”

She gasped in horror and dove into the water to retrieve the falling spirit stone.

“Yeah, I get it roughly.”

Rust acknowledged and approached Merlin’s side.

“Don’t do anything. Just follow me, understood?”

Merlin instructed her to only step in when fighting, tilting her chin slightly.

“Got it.”

Rust nodded confidently without the slightest loss of spirit.

“Sigh, this is frustrating.”

Merlin exhaled in exasperation and cut through the sea once more.

‘Why can’t a transcendent even find the way?’

Rust’s power was formidable. Especially the magnitude of her soul—it was vaster than any being I had ever witnessed.
It made no sense that a creature so powerful would lose her way and wander aimlessly.

‘We should have arrived by now, but that damned directionally-challenged fool… huh?’

Glancing back, Rust was soaring toward the distant sea again.

“That’s not it!”

Merlin shrieked with a hoarse voice.

“You scarred idiot!”

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‘I roughly understand now.’

I withdrew my hand from the sentinel’s chest and nodded.

‘It’s sorcery using blood and dark mana.’

The sorcery, armor, and artifacts possessed by the sentinel all emanated a common presence of blood and dark mana.
The sorcery itself wasn’t particularly complex, but it carried a vicious, clinging malice.

‘Is this enough?’

The sentinel had endured torture until now, with veins bulging across their entire body. If I continued, they might die or lose their mind, so I only released the paralysis around their mouth.

“What’s your name?”
“Ugh….”

Despite being on the brink of death from agony, the sentinel refused to open their mouth.
They didn’t even look at me, only letting out fragmented moans.

‘They’re resisting?’

In Oma, only the White Blood Cult and Eden—both infamous for their madness—had endured my torture. I never expected the remnants of the Iron Chain Alliance to be this vicious.

“In just a few more seconds like this, you’ll be dead anyway?”
“Kugh….”

The sentinel kept their mouth sealed as if death meant nothing, and their breath simply ceased.

“This bastard’s insane! Even after tearing through their insides, they wouldn’t open their mouth!”

Aris also failed to pry open the sentinel’s mouth and furrowed her brow as if she’d killed them.

“I’m certain. These are Iron Chain Alliance members.”

She bit her lip and continued.

“The sorcery-linked armor and that vicious quality like seeing the White Blood Cult—it’s identical to the Iron Chain Alliance members I’ve heard about.”

Aris shook her head as if something unsettled her.

“Then, why did those bastards kidnap the young master?”

Paras swallowed hard as he looked at Aris.

“We still don’t even know for certain that it’s Seif!”

Aris shook her head, telling him not to talk nonsense.

“Y-yes, you’re right.”
“For now, don’t think about anything bad….”

It was then that she was comforting Paras.

“I-Iron Chain Alliance….”

The name of the Iron Chain Alliance spilled from the tortured warrior’s mouth as Rimer interrogated him.

“S-second commander?”
“What! How did you get him to talk!”

Raon and Aris stared at Rimer with their mouths hanging open in shock.

“Well….”

Rimer tilted his head as if confused.

“I tickled his feet?”

He blinked, explaining that he’d only tickled the soles of his feet with wind.

“T-tickling?”

Raon’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I asked you to interrogate him, not tickle him!”
“Interrogation isn’t my style, so I trusted those two, but look how it turned out. The hero of the Gwangpung Corps is truly me!”

Rimer laughed gleefully, calling himself a genius.

-As expected….

Wrath shook his head in disapproval.

-Just as expected from the original madman.

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