The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 836

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Chapter 836

“Raon. How did you….”

Aris stared at me with trembling eyes, unable to comprehend the situation.

-Master, you’re burning the curse itself…?

Wrath also gasped in shock, his round mouth falling open.

“I deciphered the curse.”

I sheathed the Soul Reaper Sword and smiled faintly.

“D-decipher? You deciphered the curse?”
“Yes. The curses I’ve encountered in this dungeon were varied, but their principles were identical.”

I squeezed my finger and let another drop of blood fall, intensifying the flames that consumed the curse as I gazed at Aris.

“They amplify the curse’s power by utilizing the concepts of blood and steel—each representing death and weapons that create death.”

Certainly, blood and steel possessed positive concepts as well, but the sorcerers of the Iron Chain Alliance had deliberately harnessed only the negative energies to strengthen their curses.
It was no different from a curse born of pure malice.

“Understanding the principle and deciphering the curse are two different things, though.”

Aris shook her head, acknowledging that while she understood the principle, deciphering the curse itself was beyond her capability.

“That’s true. So….”

I nodded calmly.

“We dismantled and analyzed every curse we encountered while breaking through the dungeon.”

By meticulously examining every curse I had witnessed, I was able to grasp the flow of the Iron Chain Alliance’s sorcery.
While I couldn’t cast curses myself, dismantling them was entirely within my reach.

“Hah…”

Aris blinked blankly, unable to believe what she’d just heard directly from him.

“So you were staring at the ground all this time, thinking about the flow of the sorcery.”

Rimer chuckled as if he finally understood.

“I knew you’d surprise us, but not to this extent.”

He said it was impressive and tapped his own shoulder.

“It’s not that remarkable. I had plenty of time to examine the sorcery thanks to you quickly breaking through the dungeon’s traps, Aunt.”

Raon nodded, crediting Aris for his success.

“…It is remarkable. I couldn’t interpret sorcery like that even if I had the time.”

Aris exhaled roughly as she looked at Raon.

‘This child is truly something.’

She knew Raon possessed innate talent with the sword. She couldn’t have been unaware of it, having tried to awaken that genius herself.

But interpreting and erasing sorcery she’d never seen before in her life was a different caliber of talent than martial aptitude.
Astonished by Raon’s monstrous abilities, she couldn’t find the words.

“Aunt is quite shocked. He’s always like this.”

Martha shrugged as if it were the most common thing in the world.

“You’ll get used to it soon.”

Burren nodded with a serene expression.

“No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t make sense! It’s not like he knew beforehand, and to interpret sorcery he just saw upon entering this place—even Father couldn’t do that!”

Aris still shook her head vehemently, unable to accept it.

“Aunt.”

Lunan approached Aris and wiped the blood from her hands.

“At least Raon turned out decent.”

She simply nodded, telling him to accept it.

“You claim to know your nephew well, yet you understand nothing.”

Rimer wagged his finger at Aris teasingly.

“Your nephew always keeps his word.”
“His word?”
“He promised to finish this faster than the Sword Realm could destroy it.”

He pointed to the ground where all the incantations had been completely incinerated. The dense aura of the sorcery had vanished entirely, leaving the earth looking as though a single punch would cause it to collapse.
The thick, concentrated sorcerous energy that had been clumped together completely vanished, and it felt like the ground would collapse if he simply threw a punch.

“Ah….”
“We can discuss this later. Prepare to descend first.”

I drew my clenched fist back behind my shoulder.

“We need to capture them before they escape.”

Gritting my teeth, I condensed my aura and drove my fist downward.

Boom!

Despite using far less energy than Aris’s spatial severance, the ground crumbled and a Black Hole opened below, creating a passage downward. It was only possible because I had incinerated all the sorcery blocking the way.
It was possible because he had burned away all the curses that had been blocking the path.

“Y-yes! Those sorcerers entered through this hole!”

Paras pointed at the darkly rippling Corridor, waving both fists.

“It’s become somewhat smaller, but it definitely leads downward!”

He stamped his foot, insisting he had to enter before it closed.

“Very well. Then….”
“I shall take the lead now.”

As Aris moved to enter the dark passage, Raon stepped in front of her.

“R-Raon?”
“You said you trusted me.”

Raon offered Aris a small smile before descending into the dark passage first.

“Leave it to me.”

Rimer chuckled softly from beside Aris.

“That boy owes you plenty, so he’ll want to help.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if entrusting her to his capable nephew.

“Aunt, I’ll have everything cleaned up. Take your time coming down!”
“I’ll organize everything neatly.”
“Yes. Rest now.”

Martha, Burren, Lunan, and the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen followed Raon, each urging her to trust them.

“Sigh….”

Aris gazed at the bandages wrapped around Lunan’s fist and let out a hollow laugh.

“Was I really that excited? Enough for them to notice?”
“You were like a wild boar.”

Rimer nodded at Aris.

“Tears were even welling up. This is the first time I’ve seen you cry out like that.”

He wiped away the tears gathering at her eyes and chuckled.

“Miss…”

Aris exhaled a long breath as she looked at Rimer.

“It’s been ages since I heard you call me that. Actually, I don’t think I’ve heard that title from you in recent times at all.”

She lowered her gaze, saying she missed it.

“Now that I think about it, raising a child is far more exhausting than I realized. Father must have had so much on his mind.”

Aris clicked her tongue, as if she was only now beginning to understand.

“Well, now you know.”

Rimer nudged Aris’s arm with his elbow.

“I should go find that damned son of mine and Father. It’s been too long since we’ve shared a meal together.”

Aris straightened up, saying she would visit Glen along with Seif.

“But first, let’s see how much our nephews have grown.”

She descended the dark corridor with a relaxed gleam returning to her eyes.

“I suppose we can’t call him the little king anymore.”

Rimer recalled Raon’s sturdy back and smiled with satisfaction before descending the dark path himself.

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Thanks to Aris having pulverized the ground, a metal floor became visible even without digging very deep.

‘Paras’s words were true after all.’

The moment I set foot on the Iron Path, I found myself marveling at the sight.

“They’re here!”
“Fire!”

A roar that seemed to tear the throat apart accompanied brown flames and azure lightning streaking toward me.
The sheer force of the sound and impact suggested that the Iron Chain Alliance’s sorcerers had been lying in wait.

Ching!

I stepped forward with my left foot and drew the Heavenly Sword. I planted the blade firmly, creating an impenetrable shield.

Raon Zigheart Style Swordsmanship.
Fifth Form: White Shadow Flash.

With the pale, undulating blade, I erased all the sorcery that had been rushing toward me.

Whoooosh!

Behind the sorcery dissipating like mist, armored warriors and sorcerers came into view. They all appeared to be remnants of the Iron Chain Alliance.

‘It’s as strange a place as I heard.’

The ceiling, walls, and floor were all made of iron, and a thick aroma of sorcery permeated the air. Seeing the broken furniture and scattered documents strewn about, I could tell they had been preparing to flee.
Upon seeing the room in complete disarray with broken furniture and scattered documents, I could tell that they were preparing to leave.

They had either killed them or moved them elsewhere.
It seemed like they either killed them or moved them somewhere else.

“Stop it, even if it costs you your life!”

They seemed intent on blocking the path and buying time, even if it meant throwing their bodies forward.
It seemed like he was willing to throw himself in the way to block the path and buy time, no matter what it took.

“Perfect timing.”
“This place is ours….”
“This place is where we…”

When Martha, Burren, and Lunan jumped out and drew the Heavenly Sword, it was just as it was about to be struck down.
The moment the blade was drawn, sharp sword strikes extended outward. The fierce qi imbued with wind, earth, and frost rushed forward, cleaving through all the warriors of the Iron Chain Alliance who had been charging.

“Gaaaaahhh!”
“Argh!”

The Iron Chain Alliance’s warriors collapsed where they stood, clutching at their necks as blood spurted forth.

“Ugh….”
“Damn it!”

The sorcerers retreated with terror etched across their faces. They were nothing like the warriors who remained unflinching even as death claimed them.

“Forward!”

At Martha’s cry, the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen descending from above joined the assault, driving the sorcerers and warriors back relentlessly.

‘They all seem exhausted.’

The sorcerers had expended their strength manipulating the dungeon’s traps and blocking passages, leaving them powerless as they fell. It was like cutting down scarecrows.

“Hold the line! Endure to the end!”

The high sorcerer, recognizing that victory was already decided, abandoned his subordinates and began fleeing backward.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I blocked the high sorcerer’s path and tilted my chin downward.

“Hrrgh….”

The high sorcerer collapsed in place, trembling with fear, his lips quivering uncontrollably.

‘Indeed, they’re different.’

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the ashen-faced sorcerer. Unlike the steadfast warriors, the sorcerers’ resolve was as soft as pudding.

“Are you the leader?”
“U….”
“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. There are plenty of mouths to question.”

I pressed the Heavenly Sword against the sorcerer’s throat, implying that silence next time would mean death.

“Ah, no.”

The high-ranking sorcerer shook his head, denying that he was the leader of this place.

“Where did you take the people you were holding here?”
“…T-There. We dragged them there.”

He pointed to a massive iron door embedded deep within the corridor.

‘Fortunately, it seems they haven’t killed them.’

When publicly branded organizations fled, they typically executed their hostages, but it appeared they hadn’t disposed of everyone yet.

“Among the hostages, could there be….”

It was just as Raon was about to ask the high-ranking sorcerer about Seif.

Clang clang clang clang!

The iron door embedded at the innermost point burst open, and sorcerers and martial artists came pouring out in a rush.

“They’ve come this far!”
“Block them even if it costs your lives! They must not pass!”
“Activate the Spirit Lord Armor!”

At the command to activate the Spirit Lord Armor, martial artists clad in silver armor stepped forward, while sorcerers stood behind them chanting bizarre incantations.

Clang clang clang!

Remarkably, it wasn’t the sorcerers’ power that surged—the martial artists’ auras intensified dramatically, unleashing energy waves that rivaled Master-level strength.

“Gwangpung Corps.”

I severed the high-ranking sorcerer’s neck and gestured with my chin.

“Clear them out.”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps answered decisively and advanced toward the martial artists, pushing back the negative energy waves conjured by the sorcerers with the winds of the Gwangpung Style, unleashing brilliant azure-hued power.

Kuguguguguuu!

The Iron Chain Alliance warriors refused to yield, surging forward with even more formidable sorcerous energy.

Kuwaaaaang!

The battle between the Gwangpung Corps and the Iron Chain Alliance warriors was decided in their first clash.

“Ugh….”
“Argh!”

Despite outnumbering the Gwangpung Corps by several times, the Iron Chain Alliance warriors—their bodies and auras reinforced through sorcery—could not overcome their unity and were crushed, spitting blood.

“Is that all you’ve got? Come at me more! This is pathetically boring!”

Martha unleashed every ounce of strength she possessed, mercilessly striking down the warriors.

“They’ve weakened themselves by expending power to block the path.”

Burren recognized the opportunity and coldly slit the sorcerers’ throats.

“You won’t escape.”

Lunan froze the ankles of the terrified sorcerers attempting to flee, then shook his head.

“Ha….”

Aris let out a hollow laugh watching the Gwangpung Corps overwhelmingly suppress the Iron Chain Alliance.

“I told you. You just had to trust them.”

Rimer shrugged, gesturing for her to see.

“Hmm….”

Paras glanced around, exhaling softly.

“B-but I definitely heard people breathing around here. There’s no one left.”

He shook his head, saying it seemed all the hostages had disappeared.

“They’re inside there.”

I pointed toward the inner door from which the sorcerers and their puppets had emerged.

“Aunt! Go ahead!”
“We’ll handle things here.”

Martha and Burren gestured broadly, urging us to trust them and proceed inside.

“Very well.”

I smiled thinly, took Aris’s hand, and walked along the iron path to open the innermost door.

Creeeeeeak!

A chilling sound like a child’s scream pierced the air as a cavern filled with black mist came into view. The ceiling soared so high that even running at full speed would barely reach it, and every wall was painted a sickly crimson.
It was a place with a ceiling so high that even if he ran at full speed, it would be difficult to reach, and all of the Walls were painted a vivid crimson red.

-Indeed it is.
That’s right.

Wrath nodded heavily as he surveyed the entire Cavern.

It’s all human blood. It seems all that filthy and vicious sorcerous power came from this place.

He bit his lip, muttering that this space seemed to be both an execution ground for people and a laboratory for sorcerers.

“These damn bastards!”

Aris Zigheart seemed to sense the malice seeping into this space as well, grinding her teeth.

Thud.

As Raon, Aris Zigheart, and Rimer tried to walk further inside, a human figure bloomed from within the Darkness.

“So you finally came.”

An old man draped in a purple robe sighed as he looked toward me.

“Are you the leader?”

Aris twitched her fingers around her sword’s hilt, ready to leap into action at any moment.

“Leader? For someone wielding such formidable power, you certainly use childish language.”

The old man shook his head calmly.

“Just answer the question!”
“Very well. I am the Branch Chief of this facility.”

He acknowledged his position while his eyes turned cold and piercing.

“Your very face tells me everything—you’re a filthy, despicable wretch.”

Aris raised her sword above her head, declaring she would kill him on the spot.

“Quite the temperament.”

The old man snapped his fingers, and the black fog dissipated, revealing people in tattered clothes and sorcerers hidden beneath.

“If you move even a single finger, every one of them will die.”

He jutted his chin forward and told them to go ahead and kill the hostages if they wanted to.

“Ha! Did you think we came here to rescue hostages?”

Aris Zigheart didn’t even spare a glance at the hostages. To pull off such an act in a situation where Seif might be present—she was quite something.

“That doesn’t seem right, does it?”

The Old Man calmly shook his head.

“Didn’t you say you were looking for a man with a sense of responsibility?”

He brought up the man from Jeokbaljeong’an as if he already knew everything that had happened on the First Layer.

“You….”
“The person you’re looking for exists. However, if you do anything foolish, you’ll only see his head.”
“He’s not here?”

I examined the hostages and shook my head.

“I’ve hidden him elsewhere since I don’t know what you might attempt.”
“What if that’s a lie?”
“Seif…. He was stronger than expected, and subduing him proved troublesome. If he hadn’t been alone, it would have been difficult.”

He mentioned Seif’s name as though it were obvious.

“Of course, being mentally and physically complete, he proved invaluable for my sorcerous experiments.”

The Old Man twisted his lips upward, clearly intent on provoking Aris.

“You bastard!”
“Don’t move.”

The Old Man shook his head toward Aris.

“I know you wield spatial swordsmanship. Drop your blade at once.”

He smacked his lips, implying he would kill Seif with merely a finger’s twitch.

“You as well. Throw down your sword.”

The Old Man flicked his finger toward me.

“Understood.”

I feigned dropping the Heavenly Sword, then drew the Soul Reaper Sword with my left hand and hurled it toward the Old Man.

Whoooosh!

But a cursed wall jutted out from beside the Old Man’s face and pushed back the Soul Reaper Sword. The Soul Reaper Sword, losing its force, bounced back and embedded itself in the Cavern’s wall.

“I expected as much. Your eyes betray someone who would resist.”

The Old Man looked at Raon with a sneer.

“This is your final warning. If you attack me in any way, I will kill not only Seif, whom you seek, but every human in this facility.”

As if to prove his words, the sorcerers gripped the hostages’ throats and began channeling their incantations.

“Raon….”
“Yes.”

Raon locked eyes with Aris, and in that same moment, we both lowered our swords.

Clang!

As the two blades overlapped and fell away with a metallic ring, I activated the Sword Demon Technique.

Whoooosh!

I wrenched the Soul Reaper Sword from where it was embedded in the cavern wall and executed the Extreme Swift Heavenly Rotation.

Crack!

The Soul Reaper Sword’s blade, descending in an extraordinary trajectory, pierced through the sorcerous barrier and came to rest with its point delicately pricking the Old Man’s crown.

“Wh-what….”

The Old Man’s eyes rolled upward as his jaw trembled.

“Ugh!”
“B-Branch Chief!”
“Don’t move. If even one finger twitches, your Branch Chief dies.”

I shook my head at the panicked sorcerers. Still gripping the Heavenly Sword, I stood before the now-pallid Old Man.

“So who’s captured now?”
“The S-Sword Demon Technique? How is that possible at your age….”

The Old Man shook his head in disbelief.

“Where is Seif?”

I drove the Soul Reaper Sword deeper into the Old Man’s skull and nodded slightly.

“If you kill me, Seif won’t survive either….”

The Old Man forced a smile as if making a threat.
But that was mere bluster. Unlike the warriors who seemed brainwashed, the sorcerers’ willpower was far from formidable.

“Oh, really?”

I chuckled and brought the Heavenly Sword down vertically.

Whoooosh!

With a spine-chilling sound of air being rent, the Old Man’s arm severed cleanly and embedded itself in the ground.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!”

The Old Man screamed, clutching at his severed shoulder.

“There won’t be a next time.”

I regarded the Old Man with cold eyes.

“Where is Seif?”
“Th-there!”

The Old Man pointed toward the Right Wall with his remaining arm. At his gesture, the darkness split open, and a new door appeared.

“Aunt.”
“Y-yes!”

Aris opened the door, her lips bleeding from how hard she’d bitten them.

“Branch Chief, we’ve finished everything… Gasp!”

The sorcerers inside froze like statues, apparently unaware that the Branch Chief had been taken hostage.

“Everyone stop. If you move, the Branch Chief dies.”

As I shook my head while intimidating the sorcerers, Aris rushed toward the center and cried out a name filled with desperation.

“Seif!”

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