The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 838

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Chapter 838

“Aunt….”

My fingertips trembled violently. My mind went white. I knew I had to rush to Aris immediately, but my body refused to obey—my flesh and spirit had become disconnected.

“Wh…?”

Burren dropped the sword he’d been holding in disbelief.

“Damn it all!”

Martha spat out a curse, her face contorted with rage.

“…Seif?”

Lunan froze in place like a statue.

“Seif!”

I slapped my own cheek to force myself back to consciousness.

“You bastard!”
“That’s far enough.”

Just as I was about to step forward to save Aris, Seif calmly shook his head.

“It would be wise not to move from that spot.”

Seif twisted the black sword lodged in Aris’s chest slightly, as if to say he would kill her if I approached.

“Ugh…!”

Aris trembled violently, releasing a strangled gasp as her breath caught.

“You….”

I ground my teeth as I watched Seif’s serene gaze.

‘Damn it!’

When Wrath mentioned he’d seen Seif before, I’d initially held onto a thread of suspicion.

But Seif’s body was so rigid he could barely lift a dagger instead of a sword, and his aura was completely desiccated, so I’d convinced myself he couldn’t harm anyone.

No—more than that, seeing Aris and Seif together so affectionately had reminded me of Sylvia and myself, so I’d let my guard down.
I never imagined something like this would happen. That Aris would suffer like this.

“S-Seif….”

Aris coughed up black blood and turned to look at Seif.

“There is no malice, Mother.”

Seif smiled gently and brushed aside Aris’s crimson hair.

“I simply needed you.”

His voice remained as soft as ever, unchanged from the beginning.

“W-why? I would have done anything you asked….”

Aris trembled, her lips darkening as if Seif’s transformation pained her more than the blade piercing her chest.

“Was it because I trained you harshly? Or because I came to save you too late…?”

Even in this moment, she questioned him, thinking of Seif first.

“Training? It was certainly difficult. Everyone praised my talent, but back then, I had little interest in strength.”

Seif shook his head with an indifferent gaze.

“But after leaving you, Mother, things changed.”

He laughed with a cracking voice.

“I came to understand just how magnificent a being I am. And how utterly insignificant all other humans are—mere insects. Power… it truly is a wonderful thing.”

Seif caressed Aris’s cheek, thanking her for showing him this truth.

“No, I never trained you for something like this!”
“Did Mother not teach you never to lose to anyone? Tormenting the weak, dominating them—it’s truly exhilarating.”

He twisted his lips into a cruel smile, trampling upon Aris’s hopes.

“Yet I’ve heard nothing of your exploits…”
“I would have been dragged away for foolish acts, so I concealed my identity. The Crimson Blade Bas, the Blood Wolf Demon Dansu, Marauder Isran. I’ve used quite a few names.”

Seif listed off notorious aliases, each one synonymous with murder, and revealed that he had killed over a thousand people.

“It’s all thanks to Mother. I met my god, and I came to understand what this Zigheart blood truly is.”
“Blood?”

I furrowed my brow, my lips parting slightly.

“What I said about our blood being special—that wasn’t a lie. It truly is different.”

Seif shook his head, insisting that at least this much was the truth.

“Yes, I don’t know what you’re thinking. But I understand now that I must stop you!”

Aris bit her lip and grasped the black sword protruding from her chest. It seemed she intended to shatter it entirely.

“Ah…”

Yet she could not break the blade, her trembling hands losing all strength.

“A-Aunt?”

I swallowed hard, watching Aris.

‘What is this?’

Even exhausted and caught off guard, Aris is a transcendent who has overcome countless trials.
She should be able to shatter Seif’s feeble blade, yet I cannot fathom why she cannot move.

“What are you doing…?”

Aris Zigheart forced every ounce of strength she had to draw Seif’s black sword, but his blade remained as immovable as stone.

“This sword is special. It’s a blade I’ve honed and refined with my own blood and soul.”

Seif shook his head, as if it were only natural that she couldn’t draw it.

“But if my beloved mother asks, I can certainly draw it for her. The time has come, after all.”

He smiled thinly and withdrew the black sword embedded in Aris Zigheart’s chest.

Splooooosh!

The moment the blade was drawn, Aris Zigheart collapsed, and a torrent of crimson blood poured from the gaping wound in her chest.

Whoooosh!

The instant her blood touched the cavern floor, the dried blood clots clinging to the ceiling, walls, and ground erupted in crimson radiance.

Huuuuuung!

The brilliant scarlet light, as if melting blood itself, cascaded down upon Seif like stage illumination.

As the blood-light seeped into Seif’s body, his wounds vanished as though time were reversing, his flesh and muscle filling out as he transformed into a robust, powerful form.

Kuuuung!

I kicked off the ground without hesitation.

‘I have to go now.’

If I left things as they were, Aris Zigheart would certainly die.

This single moment was my only chance to save her from Seif, whose power was surging exponentially.

Chiiiiing!

I stepped forward with my left foot and drew the Ultimate Frost Chain, my frost blade and spear-iron sword descending simultaneously toward Seif’s head and heart.

“I should have only protected Mother.”

Seif drew a cold smile and shook his head.

“Your greed knows no bounds, little brother.”

As he flicked his fingers, the void split open and erased Frost Chain’s two slashes without effort. True to Aris’s bloodline, his mastery of spatial swordsmanship was formidable.

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue and rushed toward Aris.

“Aunt!”

Aris’s eyes were open, but her entire body lay paralyzed—not a single finger would obey her will.
The psychological trauma seemed far greater than any physical agony.

“Damn it!”

I gritted my teeth and placed my hand on Aris’s chest, pouring every ounce of sanctity born from darkness into the wound that still bled freely.

Whoooosh!

With all my sanctity exhausted, Aris’s wound sealed shut, yet she remained motionless.

“R-Raon….”

Crimson tears pooled in Aris’s distorted eyes. Her gaze alone conveyed her apology.

“S-Spatial Sword?”

Paras approached Aris, then froze, his jaw trembling as he stared at Seif.

“How is it possible that Lord Seif has mastered the Spatial Sword….”
“What are you talking about?”

I turned to face Paras, narrowing my eyes.

“Lord Seif never mastered the Spatial Sword. He learned an entirely different swordsmanship. Why would he suddenly….”

Paras clutched his head, unable to comprehend what was happening.

-That bastard…

Wrath bit his lip as he watched Seif.

-He’s extracting the reckless one’s power.
‘Power? He’s drawing out Aunt’s aura?’

Indeed, Aris’s energy was steadily diminishing, while conversely, Seif’s aura was growing increasingly potent.

-Not mere aura, but power itself! That reckless fool’s very strength is being drained away!

Wrath shook his head, saying he’d never witnessed such a phenomenon before.

‘Then…’

I began to understand why Paras had been so shocked upon seeing Seif’s spatial sword.
It made no sense, yet it appeared that he had stolen Aris’s spatial sword.

-And now I remember who that bastard is.

He fixed a piercing gaze on Seif, exhaling a low breath.

-He’s the one who tried to kill you at the river.
‘Tried to kill me?’
-When the True Demon King awakened, you were on the brink of death, remember? That’s the bastard who chased you down to finish you off!

Wrath twisted his lips as his aura became exposed, finally understanding.

‘Could it be…?’

I recalled hearing about someone who had hidden in the Evil Goat Demon’s shadow after I collapsed during my life-or-death battle with the Demon King, then suddenly emerged to drive a blade through him.

“Beorn?”

I called out Beorn’s name as I stared at Seif, grinding the syllables between my teeth.

“Huh?”

Seif let out a hollow laugh as he looked at me.

“Do you remember? You were clearly unconscious.”

He tilted his head with a curious expression.

“Well, there’s no point in hiding it now.”

Seif nodded calmly as he looked down at the fallen Aris Zigheart.

“That’s right. I am Beorn.”

He erased the chilling smile and revealed eyes as solid as stone.

“…Is Seif dead?”

I ground my teeth as I asked. It seemed Beorn had killed Seif and performed as his shell.

“What are you talking about?”

Seif drew another grotesque smile.

“I am both Beorn and Seif.”

Beorn nodded while claiming to be Seif.

“What…?”

My lips trembled.

“Did you really think I died and Beorn was impersonating me? That’s far too naive!”

Beorn swept back his crimson hair with a scornful laugh.

“Ah…”

My gaze fell to Aris Zigheart’s groan. She too seemed to have heard Beorn’s words, and tears of blood that had pooled in her eyes fell one by one.

‘It’s like seeing that monster.’

I bit my lips until they bled.

‘Derus Robert.’

Pure malice with unknowable intent. The same filthy sensation I felt when facing Derus Robert, who manipulated every human as if they were chess pieces.

“I will kill you….”

I stood before Aris like a vow, raising the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword.

-Handle this as quickly as possible. That bastard right now….

It was when Wrath waved his hand, saying time was running short.

Kuguguguguguuu!

A colossal wave of mana erupted from Beorn’s entire body like a volcanic explosion, spewing forth a magnificent blue light.

A power that shook this entire dungeon—no, this entire island. A tyrannical aura that only those who had shattered the Grand Master’s wall and ascended to transcendence could display.

“This is….”

Beorn gazed at his own hands with satisfaction, licking his lips.

“True transcendence, indeed.”

He smiled faintly, saying he had finally reached it.

“This is impossible….”

I shook my head, biting my parched lips.

“You cannot ascend to transcendence this way!”

I knew better than anyone how lofty a realm transcendence was. It was impossible to ascend to transcendence using power stolen from another.

Yet Beorn continued to grow stronger even now, having reached transcendence. As if he would soon reach Aris’s domain.

“That’s right. Normally, it would be impossible. But….”

Beorn chuckled as he swept his gaze across the cavern that gleamed like rubies.

“If this cavern holds despair and fear, and if the blood of Zigheart flows through our veins, it’s possible.”

He nodded his chin, mentioning that he had spilled the blood of over a thousand humans for Aris.

“The blood of Zigheart…?”

I exhaled sharply while observing Beorn. He had just mentioned moments ago that Zigheart blood was special.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why only the direct line of Zigheart can use Sword Realm Manifestation?”

Beorn twirled his black sword and pointed to himself.

“What?”
“There are many Grand Masters and swordsmen who have transcended, but only Zigheart uses the Sword Realm. Do you know why?”

He tilted his head lightly.

“I wouldn’t know. You probably just took it for granted.”
“…”
“The reason we can use the Sword Realm is because of the blood that flows down from above. Our ancestors were not human.”

Beorn smacked his lips, mentioning that blood from another race was mixed in.

“That’s why only those bloodline members whose blood runs deeper can use the Sword Realm.”

He nodded, asking if it wasn’t amusing.

Boom!

I didn’t miss the moment when Beorn’s gaze lowered, and I stepped on the Tae Hwa Step.

‘Dangerous.’

If that monster grew any stronger, I couldn’t win even if I poured all my power into this fight.
I was curious about the details regarding blood, but I had to end this now.

It was time to push forward with all my strength to unleash the Sword Realm Manifestation Genesis in one decisive strike.

-Raon!

The moment Wrath’s cry echoed, the ground beneath Beorn’s feet blazed with pristine white light, and a cold-faced youth burst forth.

“Do not interfere.”

As holy white radiance erupted from the youth’s hand, I and the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen behind me vanished like smoke.

“Bardiel. What are you doing?”

Beorn furrowed his brow, staring at the cold-faced youth.

“Have you forgotten his words? Absorbing Aris Zigheart’s power is the highest priority.”

Bardiel shook his head, reminding him not to forget the priority.

“That one isn’t even worth the effort after a meal.”

Beorn rolled his foot irritably.

“I will stop Raon Zigheart and the others. You focus on your task.”

Bardiel ignored Beorn and sank into the white light himself.

“A creature that isn’t even human, yet worries so much.”

Beorn clicked his tongue as he approached the fallen Aris.

“Huh…?”

Dorian, who had emerged from the hidden chamber too late, trembled violently upon seeing Beorn.

“Fortunate…”

Beorn licked his lips with a bright red tongue.

“One was left behind?”

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“What is this place…?”

I bit my lip as I gazed upon the endless expanse of white stretching before me.
The moment that cold-faced youth unleashed his radiance, I was sucked into this space without a chance to resist. I had no idea what had transpired.

‘But it’s not something I can’t break through.’

The space itself didn’t appear to possess overwhelming durability. If I escaped quickly, there shouldn’t be any major complications.

Screeeech!

As I steadied my breathing and brought the Heavenly Sword down, the space fractured, and the cold-faced youth who had pulled me into this realm burst forth.

Clang!

The youth blocked my blade, his eyes revealing a serene gaze.

“Step aside.”
“I’m afraid not. You must remain here.”

He erected a formidable barrier of light, declaring that escape was impossible.

“So you have no intention of backing down? Then…”

I gripped both the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword, advancing forward. My gaze flickered with an eerie darkness that seemed to devour light itself.

“I’ll sever your neck and leave.”

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