The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 843

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Chapter 843

Crash!

I rushed forward without a moment to breathe and caught Rimer as he collapsed.

“Vice Commander!”

I grasped his shoulders and shook him, but he didn’t respond. The crisp breathing that was always present had vanished, and even the scent of wind had been erased from him.

“Please!”

I placed my hand on Rimer’s left chest as he faded to black, pouring forth the sanctity that bloomed from darkness. But because I had given so much to Aris, the wound wouldn’t close.
But because the amount given to Aris was too much, the wound wouldn’t heal.

“Martha!”

Raon called out Martha’s name in a voice mixed with the sound of metal.

“Damn it! Rimer!”

Martha rushed over with a cry of anger and grabbed Rimer’s wrist.
“V-Vice Commander!”

“S-sir, Organization Master!”
Burren and Lunan crawled across the ground as they charged forward, crying out Rimer’s name.

“Vice Commander!”

“P-Please, just wake up!”
“Instructor!”
Dorian and all of the Gwangpung Corps, drenched in blood, rushed over and grasped at Rimer, but his eyes never opened.

“Now I understand why he’s called the Radiant Sword.”

“Now I understand why it’s called the Broad Sword.”

Seif flicked the blood from his dark blade and smacked his lips.

“To throw away a chance at transcendence just to save those vermin… he truly lived up to his name as a madman.”

He glanced at Rimer with a scornful laugh, as if the notion was utterly absurd.

“Save him no matter what it takes.”

I took Rimer’s hand—which was growing cold—and pushed myself to my feet.
Glaring at Seif, who mocked Rimer without mercy, I gripped both the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword so tightly that blood dripped from my palms.

‘It’s all…’

It’s all my fault.

If I had recognized the dungeon’s peculiarities sooner.

If I hadn’t trusted Seif.

If I hadn’t been drawn into Bardiel’s barrier.

If I had torn through the light barrier with all my strength and escaped here as quickly as possible.

Rimer wouldn’t have fallen alone in such desolation—we would have perished together.

Every bit of this was my fault.

“That bastard. He calls himself human. Using a false Sword Realm, wearing a fake arm to become human—isn’t that pathetic?”

Seif continued his senseless rambling through his gaping mouth.

“But it doesn’t matter. Soon I’ll become Celestial, and whether you’re human, Elf, or anything else—you’re all just insects to me.”

I wanted to tear that mouth of his to shreds.

‘I need…’

I need power.

With my current power, I couldn’t even kill Seif alone.
To slaughter Bardiel and Seif with absolute brutality, I needed overwhelming strength.

Goooooooh!

I dragged forth the wrath—the emotions of the Demon Lords sleeping deep within my soul.
Even if I were to be erased, I wanted the power to take revenge, the strength to obliterate those wretches with utter cruelty.

-No! You cannot!

Wrath burst forward and blocked my vision.

-I cannot stop or control this now! This is not my rampage—it is yours! Come to your senses!

He shook his head fiercely, saying that everything I had built up until now could crumble to nothing.

“Aaaaaaah! Organization Master!”
‘I’m sorry, Wrath….’

But the moment I saw Dorian’s anguished cry and Seif’s laughter, the last shred of reason I had been holding onto shattered.

Crack!

Something snapped in my mind, and the fury welling up from the depths of my soul spread throughout my entire body.

Screeeech….

Pure white frost seeped into my heart, and the eight rings of fire groaned as if corroding before grinding to a halt.

The flames of the Divine Sword dimmed, while the frost of the Demonic Sword rippled as if about to explode.
As if I had regressed to childhood, bitter cold filled every mana circuit in my body, and my vision froze white.

Kuguguguguuu!

The balance between Manhwagong and Glacius, which had always moved in perfect harmony, shattered, and three of my energy centers filled with a chilling cold.

Kuwaaaaah!

I discarded the extinguished Divine Sword and raised only the Demonic Sword. Behind me, where blue horns sprouted above my brow, a blizzard of frost rose up as if to devour the world itself.

“Did you accept the power of the Demon Race for revenge?”

Seif licked his crimson lips as if amused by the prospect.

“I’ll kill you….”

I exhaled a pale mist as I stood at the heart of winter.
As the frost’s power ran rampant, I thrust my blade forward not in a swordsman’s stance, but with a savage, bestial ferocity.

KWAAAAAAANG!

Half the cavern froze solid from a single slash, and Seif was sent flying backward into the wall as if overwhelmed by the sheer force. It was a terrifying display of power.

“So you want us all to die together! No wonder you’re the disciple of the Radiant Swordmaster!”

Seif raised his black sword with dark veins bulging across his eyes. A spatial slash tore through the air and erupted before my chest.

FWOOOOOSH!

I didn’t evade. As if determined to kill and be killed, I endured the spatial slash with my frost armor and brought down an even more savage blade strike toward Seif.

CLAAAAAAANG!

The frost slash and spatial blade collided, creating a pale, frozen fissure that immediately detonated.
Explosions erupted from all directions, shaking the cavern as if it would collapse.

“Your raw power alone transcends the ordinary.”

Seif let out a hollow laugh as he gazed at his frost-covered right arm.

WHOOOOOOSH!

As Seif stepped backward to retreat, I reversed my grip on the Demon Sword and drove it into the ground.

As the blade flashed with brilliant light, the spatial rift Seif had opened to escape froze solid, and a tempest of frigid air erupted around him—a prison of frost.

SCREEEECH!

I surged forward toward Seif, my eyes blazing with azure light.
Just as I brought my sword down toward his neck, a pale beam of light shot from the right, piercing through my waist and thigh.

“Argh!”

Even as pain lanced through me, I didn’t hesitate—I brought the Soul Reaper Sword crashing down upon Seif.

Boom!

But the blow had lost both power and speed midway. Seif parried the strike effortlessly and slipped away to his left.

“What is this? How is this even possible?”

Seif’s brow furrowed as he gazed at the frost-laden black blade.

“It is possible.”

Bardiel exhaled heavily, his eyes fixed on me.

“The Demon Race lending him power is the Lord of Wrath.”

His brow deepened with displeasure.

“The Lord of Wrath?”

Seif’s eyes narrowed as he looked toward Bardiel.

“One of the most formidable monsters among the lords who rule the Demon Realm. Now I understand why the light froze.”

Bardiel nodded gravely, as if understanding had finally dawned.

“We must combine our strength. He’s no transcendent, but we must be even more cautious.”
“Hmm….”

Seif’s eyes narrowed as he watched me, my aura growing colder and more intense by the moment.

“Shall we conduct an experiment?”
“An experiment?”
“Just wait and see.”

He evaded the frigid aura that I had unleashed, then fired a spatial slash toward the Gwangpung Corps gathered around Rimer.

Kwaaaaaaa!

Just as the slash tore through space and advanced toward the throats of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen, I—who had been rushing at Seif—hastily retreated and erected a wall of ice.

Kwaaang!

Fortunately, I managed to save the Gwangpung Corps from Seif’s ambush, but because I had abruptly twisted the direction of the frigid aura, blood droplets trickled from my lips.

“Krahahahaha!”

Seif swept back his disheveled hair and burst into wild laughter.

“Even half-delirious, you prioritize your comrades first? I never knew you shared such foolishness too!”

He clutched his belly, laughing as if it were absurd.

“Hmm….”

Bardiel also seemed startled by my actions, his eyes narrowing.

“This is why humans are vermin. Bound by emotion, they cannot accomplish great things.”

Seif muttered disdainfully, curling his lips upward.

“You know what needs to be done, don’t you?”

He raised the black sword above his head, his gaze fixed on Bardiel.

“Yes. Let us combine our strength.”

Bardiel nodded and brought his hands together. Within his clasped palms, pure white radiance blazed as divine power converged.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzack!

Seif’s descending blade twisted and split the mana of the cavern itself. Accompanied by cracks that tore through the void, slashes rained down from all directions.
A spatial slash that had transcended—the air itself seemed to rupture and tear asunder.

‘I…’

I closed my eyes as I watched the torrent of slashing attacks and waves of light pouring down upon the Gwangpung Corps and myself.

‘Am I unable to even choose?’

I had abandoned myself to avenge my master, yet I couldn’t allow my comrades to perish.
Cursing my own indecision—unable to let go of anything—I detonated the accumulated frost I had gathered.

‘Forgive me, Organization Master. Forgive me, Wrath.’

I raised my sword not for myself, but to protect the Gwangpung Corps.

Sword Realm Manifestation: Genesis Severance.

A violet radiance, like witnessing twilight itself, erupted along the blade of the demonic sword.
My slash—not to slay enemies, but to shield my comrades—expanded in a circular wave, colliding with the celestial light and the space-rending attacks of the heavenly beings.

Kuuuuuuuaaaaaang!

A tremendous explosion erupted, the cavern floor caved inward, and the ceiling and walls began to crumble.
The dungeon itself was collapsing under the impact that exceeded all limits.

“Cough!”

I coughed up blackened blood and was driven deep into the fractured earth.
Yet within the frost barrier I had created, the Gwangpung Corps remained completely unscathed.

“Raon!”
“Get up!”

The Gwangpung Corps called out my name, but I lay motionless, my eyes shut as if dead.

“Is he dead? No, we should check—”
“We have to go!”

Just as Seif was about to examine my condition, Bardiel grabbed his shoulder.

“Don’t talk nonsense! We have to take the body with us!”
“The time axis of this dungeon differs from the outside world! If we don’t escape before the dungeon collapses, years could have passed by the time we emerge!”

Bardiel shouted that they had to leave, saying these people would die buried in the dungeon anyway.

“Tsk.”

Seif, having no choice, slung Aris—whom he’d already extracted—over his shoulder and gestured to the Gwangpung Corps trapped in ice.

“Should I say you were lucky? No, you’ll die anyway.”

With those words, he fled the collapsing cavern alongside Bardiel.

“Haaah….”

I struggled to lift my head. With what little cold remained, I thickened the frost wall to shield the Gwangpung Corps from injury, then collapsed back to the ground.

‘Vice Commander.’

Among the Gwangpung Corps, I could see Rimer’s face. Watching him smile even as he fell, my heart ached as if I wanted to die.

‘I’m sorry….’

I gazed at Rimer, then closed my trembling eyelids. As I exhaled a breath so faint I seemed dead, the Soul Reaper Sword, having returned to its true form, flashed with a crystalline green light.

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When I opened my eyes again, I was in the Mental World.

I’d been here so often that the space felt familiar now, but today was different from usual.

The battlefield, once divided between heat and cold, lay frozen white, and swords rolled across it embedded with frost.

The eight rings of fire suspended in the sky had also stopped rotating and tilted downward as if shattered.
Like my heart, the Mental World too had frozen over.

“What a pathetic insect.”

I let out a hollow laugh, crouched down in the frozen Mental World.

I had resolved to avenge my master and surrendered my body to the Demon Lords’ power, yet I lacked the courage to sacrifice my comrades.
I had become nothing more than a worm, writhing helplessly, unable to move forward or backward.

Schink.

I pulled a sword from the frozen ground where it lay embedded.

“Forgive me for being such a worthless master.”

I shook my head, gazing at the blade that seemed to mirror the First Patriarch’s Selfish Sword.

‘What would he have done?’

Or rather, what would Grandfather have done?

Among everyone I knew, the most resolute and powerful swordsmen—I wondered how they would have acted in my position.

“No, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

I was already broken. Even if I survived, avenging my master would require an eternity.

‘I’ve lost far too much.’

Rimer was dead, Aris Zigheart’s fate unknown, and Seif had gained both power and information instead. The result held only losses, no gains, and my chest grew heavy with despair.

“It’s all my fault….”
“Are you blaming yourself again?”

I turned at the familiar voice carried on a crystalline wind.

“Huh…?”

My jaw trembled as I saw the Red-haired Elf standing with one leg favoring the other.

“I-Instructor?”

Rimer. The man I thought was dead had entered my Mental World. I was so shocked that instead of calling him by his formal title, I used the name I’d called him by long ago.

“W-what’s going on? Why are you here…?”
“I don’t know.”

Rimer shrugged, saying he had no idea himself.

“But that’s—”
“That’s not what matters right now. I’ve always told you—you think too much with your head. Sometimes…”

He tapped his chest and laughed.

“Think with this heart instead.”
“Ah…”

I swallowed hard as I watched Rimer. The way he spoke—it was no fake. This was the real Rimer.

“Master… I…”
“I saw.”

Rimer let out a long sigh.

“That was so like you. As always, you were that greedy Raon Zigheart, trying to take everything with you.”

He laughed as if he’d expected nothing less.

“But this time, I understand.”

Rimer chuckled softly and pointed to himself.

“I was the same way.”

He snickered, saying he’d become a mess trying to save Dorian and Aris.

“Master…”
“Drop that title. Call me teacher instead. I’m tired of serving my student as a subordinate.”
“Y-yes…”

I nodded in acknowledgment.

“Is this your Mental World? How boring, as expected.”

Rimer shook his head, lamenting how there was nothing but a sword in my Mental World.

“At your age, you should be falling in love, drinking all night with friends, traveling around.”

He clicked his tongue, saying it was a shame.

“I apologize….”
“But now I finally understand the reason why.”

Rimer chuckled as he gazed at the ring of fire floating in the void.

“The reason?”
“Your swordsmanship and aura were already at the Transcendent level, yet your realm remained Grand Master. If your aura was Transcendent and your swordsmanship was lacking, that would make sense, but it was strange that you couldn’t cross the wall of Transcendence despite that not being the case.”

He looked at me with a playful gleam in his eyes.

“I finally understand the reason.”
“Mm….”

I didn’t understand Rimer’s words yet, so I only let out a low hum instead of responding.

“When I first saw you, you were like a blank slate. Not in terms of skill, but as a human being. Strangely, your wrath ran deep, but you barely possessed the affection, sorrow, or joy that other children had.”

He waved his hand dismissively, saying that despite having talent, your emotions seemed broken.

“Fortunately, thanks to the good people around you, you came to know joy, pleasure, and happiness, but there was one thing you were still lacking.”
“What could that be….”
“Sorrow.”

Rimer raised his index finger toward me.

“Among the four emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure—you didn’t know sorrow. You were cold when you were young, but gradually became more emotional. Perhaps human emotions had a great influence on your growth.”
“Ah….”

He was right. My growth was influenced not only by human emotions but also by the emotions of the Demon Lords.

“But you still didn’t know sorrow. Rather, you accepted sorrow as wrath.”

Rimer placed his hand on my head as he spoke.

“All meetings end in parting, and those who depart shall surely return. Accept sorrow as sorrow. There is no need to forcibly endure it by transforming it into another emotion.”

He smiled warmly and stroked my head.

“Raon. You are Raon Zigheart—no one else. Return to the essence that a person must possess as a person.”

As Rimer spoke and stepped back, his body began to fade.

“Master!”
“It seems our time has run out.”

He gazed at his hands dissolving like mist and clicked his tongue.

“I don’t know if we’ll meet again, but I’m glad we could have this final conversation.”

Rimer nodded, asking me to convey his regards to the Gwangpung Corps.

“Ah, and kill that damned bastard without fail! You hear me? I was trying to leave without saying this! But seeing him torment you too! I couldn’t help myself….”

He vanished while shouting at me to kill Seif. True to form until the very end.

“Haha….”

I laughed. As I accepted the emotion I had tried to suppress, laughter came instead of tears.
I understood that accepting sorrow was not the time to shed tears.

A deep resonance echoed.

Yet the soul-rending pain that tore through my chest remained—no, it grew even more intense. The agony that flowed from sorrow was unbearable.

As I accepted the emotions flowing through me, the Mental World trembled, and from the edge of the frigid aura that had frozen heaven and earth, golden flames ignited.

The flames rising quietly like embers rode the green wind and spread in all directions.

A roaring inferno erupted.

The frozen earth melted away, and the swords consumed by frost rose once more toward the sky.

The golden flames that reached all the way to the sky melted the eight rings of fire chilled by cold, and connected the ninth ring honed by the mental image of sorrow.

As the rings of flame rotated endlessly like wheels that never ceased even in the midst of battle, they resonated and unleashed a roar that awakened Raon’s soul.

Roooaaarrr!

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