The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 844

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Chapter 844

Silence.

That was my first thought the moment I returned to reality.

‘The mana is obeying my will.’

As if blessed by mana itself, the countless energies scattered throughout the world felt like extensions of myself.
With merely a flick of my fingertips, the surrounding mana trembled in response.

I slowly raised my hand and placed it over my heart.

Whoooooosh!

Nine rings of fire resonated from deep within my heart.
Not only the flames of Manhwagong, but also Glacia’s chill and Garunua’s wind pulsed in harmony with the rings.

And in the very depths of that chest lay the sorrow that Rimer had imparted to me.

Haah.

I exhaled heavily and opened my eyes.

[You have ascended to the Transcendent Realm!]
[【Ring of Fire】 has reached 9-Star.]
[【Manhwagong】 has reached 9-Star.]
[【Glacia】 has reached 9-Star.]
[All stats have….]
[Transcendent-grade trait….]
[Trait….]

The moment I opened my eyes, reward messages flooded my vision.

I dismissed them without reading a single one. I already knew I had reached Transcendence—I didn’t need the system to tell me.

-You! You wretch!

Wrath thrust forward his pale face.

-Are you alright? The cold has seeped into your very marrow. How could you…?

He trembled his jaw in confusion. His eyes, flickering with an azure hue, brimmed with concern.

‘I’m sorry.’

I lifted myself slightly and bowed my head to Wrath.

-Forget that! Tell me what happened! Why did that bastard who should be dead ascend to transcendence!

Wrath flailed his hands up and down, desperate with curiosity.

‘That’s…’

As I was about to answer, the sound of ice shattering echoed through the cavern, and the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen rushed toward me.

“Raon!”
“Are you alright?”
“What on earth did you do!”

Lunan, Burren, and Martha seized me and exhaled ragged breaths.

“What do you mean, what did I do?”

I tilted my head, looking at the three of them.

“Your body froze white as if you were dead, then suddenly you floated into the air and unleashed such a dense golden flame that it filled this entire cavern. It was as though wings of fire burst forth from your back!”

Martha trembled her eyes, saying she had never witnessed such a sight before.

“Those flames melted the wall of cold that had been imprisoning us. Strangely enough, they weren’t hot at all.”

Burren shook his head briefly, saying he was able to escape thanks to that.

“Raon. You’re really alright, aren’t you?”

Lunan, seemingly concerned only with my condition, gripped my arm and wouldn’t let go.

“I’m fine.”

I nodded calmly. My injuries hadn’t healed, so my body wasn’t in the best condition, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.

“Hmm, you seem different somehow….”

Martha narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“I see it too. The mana around this guy is fluctuating as if it has a will of its own.”

Burren exhaled in wonder.

“Raon, could it be….”

Lunan swallowed hard as if he’d realized something.

“Yes. I’ve reached Transcendence.”

I nodded, feeling the mana moving according to my will.

“Ah!”
“Tr-Transcendence….”
“How? You were dying….”
-That’s right! Explain it properly!

Not just Lunan, Martha, and Burren, but Wrath also thumped his chest in frustration.

“My Master….”

I bit my lip deeply as I looked at Rimer lying as if asleep.

“My Master bestowed his teachings upon me.”
“Hmm….”
“What do you mean….”
“….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan turned to look at Rimer, their eyes trembling.

—Could it be… that you met him in the Mental World?
‘Yes.’

I nodded, recalling how Rimer had never lost his smile until the very end.

“My master came all the way to the Mental World and taught me what I was lacking. Thanks to him, I was able to ascend to transcendence.”

I lifted my trembling hand and ran it through my hair. Even though it hadn’t happened in reality, I could still feel the warmth of Rimer’s touch.

“You didn’t just ascend to transcendence, but something else….”
“You’ve changed as a person.”

Lunan continued Martha’s words.
Just as they said, my current self and my past self were like different people. No—I was still changing in this very moment.

“Young master….”

Dorian, his entire body wrapped in bandages, approached and knelt down.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save the Organization Master, and I failed to protect Aris. It’s all my fault for being so incompetent!”

Dorian’s anguish of spirit seemed far greater than his physical wounds as he pressed his ashen face to the ground.

“We can reflect later.”

I grasped Dorian’s shoulder and shook my head.

“First, we need to finish our revenge.”
“Revenge will be difficult….”

Burren shook his head, his gaze lowered.

“Even if you’ve ascended to transcendence, there are two transcendents on their side, and three hours have passed since we left this place.”

He bit his lip, saying that he must have already reached the dungeon’s exit.

“I want to, too. I want to tear that bastard’s face apart with my teeth!”

Martha trembled, her fists bleeding as tears streamed down her face.

“But with the Wizard Dungeon collapsing, we’ll need far more time to escape than they will….”

She shed tears of genuine frustration, each drop falling steadily.

“Moreover, this Wizard Dungeon operates on a different temporal axis than the outside world. The reason they didn’t kill us before leaving was because they were afraid the time differential would become too severe….”

Crain sighed, saying he had no way of knowing how many months would have passed by the time we escaped.

“Time doesn’t flow uniformly in this place.”

I turned around to face Paras.

“Paras.”
“Yes? Ah, yes….”

Paras lowered his head, his face aged by a decade as he clearly blamed himself for this situation.

“When you came here the second time, you stayed for a week, but only a day had passed outside, correct?”
“Y-yes, that’s right. I thought a month would have passed, but I was shocked to find only a day had elapsed.”

He nodded, saying he had been equally bewildered.

“This Wizard Dungeon’s temporal axis is controlled by sorcery. It can be made faster or slower.”

As I lowered my fingertip, the rocks blocking the path crumbled into dust and dissolved away.

“Since all the sorcerers are dead, they can’t do it. But I can.”

Before, I could only dispel existing sorcery, but now that I had transcended, I felt I could even manipulate the flow of sorcery itself.

“Let me relay my master’s final words to you.”

I turned to face the Gwangpung Corps and offered a thin smile.

“‘That damned bastard—you have to kill him no matter what! You understand? I was going to leave without saying this! But seeing him torment you all! I couldn’t hold back….’ That’s what he said as he left.”

As I relayed Rimer’s exact words, small laughter rippled through the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.
Everyone seemed to think it was exactly like Rimer.

“Let’s go. I have to avenge my master.”

As Raon turned away with a heavy expression, the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword that had been embedded in the ground pulled themselves free and slid into his sheaths.

“Us too?”
“We’d only get in the way, wouldn’t we?”

Burren and Martha trembled with worry, their lips quivering.

“Master… I…”

Dorian clutched his head, desperate not to harbor regret again.

“This vengeance isn’t something I should face alone.”

Raon gazed at the emerald wind pooling in the cavern and shook his head.

“I’ll carve the path. Follow me.”

At his final words, brimming with trust, a brilliant azure light flickered in the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

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“Sigh…”

Seif exhaled deeply as he shattered the boulder blocking their path.

“No spatial teleportation?”

He gestured dismissively at Bardiel, urging him to try something.

“The barrier is broken, so I can’t use it right now.”

Bardiel shook his head, explaining that he needed time for his divine power to recover.

“How much longer do I have to dig through this dirt? Even an angel is useless here.”

Seif snorted derisively at Bardiel.

“Beorn….”

Bardiel narrowed his eyes as he looked at Seif.

“Your personality has changed.”
“Changed? I’ve always been like this.”

Seif tilted his chin to the side as if questioning what Bardiel was saying.

“It seems you’re unaware. Perhaps it’s a side effect of absorbing that power.”
“Side effect? I’m perfectly fine! You’re just not at the level to judge me.”

He waved his hand dismissively, telling Bardiel to stop talking nonsense.

“…What are we going to do with that woman?”

Bardiel, apparently deciding the conversation was futile, changed the subject to Aris Zigheart.

“I absorbed all the remaining power during our journey….”

Seif wrinkled his nose as he looked at Aris Zigheart draped across his shoulder.

“She’s nothing but dead weight now. We can discard her if we want.”

He lowered Aris Zigheart from his shoulder as if he might throw her away at any moment.

“No, not yet.”

Bardiel shook his head.

“The Northern Destruction King cherishes Raon Zigheart above all else. To pierce him through with the news of Raon’s death, we’ll need the corpse of Aris Zigheart.”
“That works for me.”

Seif picked Aris Zigheart up again, saying it was a good idea.

“Of course, I’ll need to manipulate that corpse. We can’t let it be discovered that I attacked from behind.”

Bardiel said he would handle it himself, lowering his gaze.

“Fine. I’ll leave that to you… Oh!”

Seif was nodding in agreement when he caught sight of sunlight streaming down through a small opening and let out an exclamation.

“Finally, I can see the outside!”

As he reached out his hand, the opening where sunlight had been pouring through exploded, revealing a passage wide enough for a person to escape through.

“Ah, there’s nothing quite like the sun, is there.”

Seif stood bathed in the sunlight pouring down from outside the Wizard Dungeon, his face breaking into a satisfied smile.

“You’re not planning to walk back since spatial movement is disabled, are you?”
“It’ll recover in a few hours. We’ll wait.”

Bardiel said they should stay here for a while before moving, leaning his back against a tree.

“Just to be safe, I think we should station someone at this Wizard Dungeon’s entrance. Raon Zigheart should be dead, but there’s a chance other humans might emerge.”

He narrowed his eyes as he gazed toward the Wizard Dungeon’s entrance.

“What a waste.”

Seif clicked his tongue briefly.

“Raon Zigheart. If we could have studied him, we might have extracted the Demon Race’s power as well….”
“Too late.”

As he was savoring the thought, Raon’s voice echoed from the Wizard Dungeon’s entrance.

Thud.

Raon emerged from the Wizard Dungeon with a calm expression, as if he had been waiting all along.

Blood-soaked blonde hair, tattered black dragon robe torn to shreds, and a chest wound still gaping open.
He looked like a cripple, yet his crimson eyes remained eerily serene.

“Huh…?”

Bardiel’s jaw trembled as he stared at me.

“Why are you here?!”

He shrieked as if unable to comprehend the situation.

“I thought you were dead?”

Seif let out a hollow laugh, equally bewildered.

“Alive? And to think I’d see you again after reaching transcendence?”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“But how did you get here? I didn’t sense anyone following behind you?”
“Are you and I the sort to exchange pleasantries?”

I lowered both hands without answering.

“Right. We’re certainly not that sort.”

Seif mockingly tilted his chin as if acknowledging his rudeness.

“To be honest… I’m delighted to see you again, brother. I’ve always regretted not absorbing your blood back then. If I could accept your talents as well, no one in Zigheart could stand against me except Grandfather.”

He laughed, recalling how much he’d gained from just the blood he’d stolen in that ambush.

“Beorn!”

Bardiel called out to Seif, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Focus! Something is different about him!”

He swallowed hard, studying me—a figure from whom no aura emanated whatsoever.

“It’s not just him who’s changed. I’ve absorbed all of Mother’s power, and even if that bastard has transcended, he’s dying!”

Seif cried out not to worry as he unleashed a spatial slash brimming with exhilaration that would have split Raon’s neck in two.

“Hmm!”

Bardiel, matching Seif’s assault, conjured pure white clouds and rained down a hail of light upon Raon.

Raon exhaled quietly and pressed forward. Neither the spatial blades that crashed down like lightning nor the vast shower of luminous meteors could so much as graze his garments.

Whoooosh!

It wasn’t that he was evading through footwork—it was as though the spatial blades and hail themselves were parting around his body.

Shhhhh.

I didn’t miss even the faint flow of mana blooming from my enemies’ breath.
Sunlight filtering through the trees, dew pooling in puddles, leaves drifting slowly downward—I could feel the mana of nature itself against my skin.

‘Is this the realm of transcendence?’

My body felt heavy, as though I’d sunk into a deep marsh. I could sense the flow and harmony of heaven and earth, yet conversely, my arms and legs moved far slower than my thoughts commanded.

But it didn’t matter.

My enemies were slower than me, heavier than me, and weaker than me.

“Quite the evasion for one so unsteady.”

Seif furrowed his brow in displeasure as he unleashed a spatial slash tinged with blue light. Having absorbed all of Aris’s power, it was faster and more formidable than what I’d faced in the Cavern.

“He must be killed without fail….”

Bardiel, too, seemed resolved to unleash his full strength as he brought his hands together, condensing white light.

Boooooom!

The moment Seif’s spatial slash and Bardiel’s radiance were about to connect, Raon vanished.

Whoooosh!

He reappeared at Bardiel’s left flank. His movements—mysterious yet swift—eluded the perception of both transcendents entirely.

“Tch!”

True to his nature as a transcendent, Bardiel reacted in an instant, redirecting his torrent of light. Razor-sharp luminescence engulfed Raon’s entire body.

Screeeech!

Raon drew the Heavenly Sword from within the warped space of radiance.

A thousand flames becoming heavenly fire.

A thousand sparks touched the sky, descending as golden inferno.

Manhwagong’s Thousand Flames—Ten Thousand Shattering Heavenly Direction.

Craaaaaash!

The golden flames consumed Bardiel’s light and savagely tore through his chest.

“Guh… hack…”

I shook my head as I watched Bardiel cry out in agony.

“Your movements become too large whenever you use that technique.”
“R-Raon Zigheart…”
“Don’t speak my name with that filthy mouth of yours.”

I wrenched the Heavenly Sword free, obliterating Bardiel’s upper body.
The angel sank to the ground, his wings drenched in blood.

“What in the…”

Seif’s jaw trembled in disbelief.

“So you came back having gained a new technique.”
“…”

I didn’t bother responding, simply gripping the Heavenly Sword tightly as if the question wasn’t worth acknowledging.

‘Everything’s spinning.’

Perhaps because I’d ascended to transcendence while unconscious, or because my wounds hadn’t fully healed, my vision remained blurred.
But this wasn’t the time to voice weakness. No matter what happened, I had to avenge Seif. I had to fulfill my master’s vengeance.

“Fine. But as I said, you’re not the only one who’s changed.”

Seif tilted his black sword behind his back. A tremendous force blazed across his entire body, ready to explode.
As he poured out all the power he’d stolen from Aris, an intense tremor rippled across the entire island.

“Sword Realm Manifestation—Annihilation Flame!”

The black sword tearing through space gleamed in colorless brilliance.

Heaven and earth split diagonally, and between them, a fissure blazed with blue light. It was an ultimate sword technique that perfectly replicated Aris’s Sword Realm Severance.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Seif’s Sword Realm technique tear through space and rush toward me.

I couldn’t use the Sword Realm since I’d already expended both Divine Demon Harmony and Creation Severance, but I still had a new sword left.

Whoosh.

I released the Heavenly Sword from my right hand. As it naturally floated upward, I infused it with the spatial sword technique I’d learned from Aris and wrapped it with the wind of Garunua that Rimer had left behind.

Roooaaaar!

Rimer had always been the one who made my flames burn brightest and most magnificently.
Now, in place of my master whom I could never meet again, the lonely wind he’d left behind propelled my sword forward.

Raon Zigheart Style Sword Technique.
Eighth Form: Desolate Wind.

Though Aris and Rimer couldn’t witness it, the Heavenly Sword, carrying the dreams and wishes of both, surged forward with a brilliance more radiant than ever before, clashing head-on with Seif’s Sword Realm.

Boom!

The sword path stretched forth, blurred yet unwavering. The crystalline flames reminiscent of Rimer incinerated Seif’s Sword Realm technique that sought to sever the world itself.

Screech!

The Sword Realm’s barrier shattered like thin glass, and the Heavenly Sword wreathed in golden flames pierced through Seif’s chest.

“Gahhh!”

Seif coughed blood, his jaw trembling. As he reached up with shaking hands to pull out the Heavenly Sword, I stomped my foot and unleashed a roar.

“Gwangpung Corps!”

At my blood-tinged cry, the entrance to the Wizard Dungeon exploded outward, and the Gwangpung Corps surged forward.
The swordsmen advanced in a brilliant blue light, as if wrapped in their master’s wind, their blades carrying both sorrow and rage.

“You bastard!”

Martha screamed and charged forward, bringing her blade down toward Seif’s right arm.

“Insane woman!”

Seif reached out toward Martha as if he’d caught her perfectly. A single finger gesture from him would shatter her body, but I wasn’t about to let that happen.

Hummmmm!

The Heavenly Sword embedded in Seif’s chest vibrated intensely, halting the flow of aura through his body.

“Cough…”

I spat out blackened blood. It was a method that damaged not only Seif but also my own body and soul, yet this vengeance belonged not to me alone—it belonged to all of the Gwangpung Corps.

“What is this!”

Seif screamed, reaching toward Martha, but not even a trace of aura flowed from his grasp.

“Die!”

Martha seized the moment of Seif’s confusion and brought down a slash imbued with Titan’s aura.

Screech!

Seif’s right arm was torn away, crumpled as if it had been struck by a hammer.

“Kugh…aaahhh!”

Seif screamed and tried to retreat, but the Gwangpung Corps’ vengeance was only beginning.

“Seeeeif!”

Burren Zigheart roared and charged forward, summoning a cutting wind. His razor-sharp blade tore through Seif’s left arm brutally.

“I cannot forgive this…”

Lunan Slion detonated the frigid aura dwelling within Seolhwa, shattering Seif’s right leg so he could never stand again.

“Because of you! Because of you!”

Dorian unleashed a force rivaling that of the three unit leaders, driving his blade down upon Seif’s thigh. He tore endlessly through Seif’s bone and flesh, as if demanding he experience Rimer’s agony.

“Gaaahhh! You wretched insects!”

Seif shrieked and attempted to draw the Heavenly Sword, but I held him fast, black blood streaming from my eyes and ears, refusing to let him escape.

Crain pierced Seif’s abdomen with eyes blazing crimson, while Yua and Julius wailed as they severed his shoulders.

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen surrounded Seif’s position, driving their blades into his flesh.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Thirty-seven blades pierced Seif’s body, their overlapping edges ringing out in a mournful chorus.

“I… I’m being defeated by these worms…?”

Seif’s cheeks trembled violently, veins bulging from the excruciating pain.

“You spoke of becoming a Celestial.”

I approached with unsteady steps and looked down upon Seif.

“You cannot become a Celestial, nor a Demon, nor a human. At the End of the Continent, in the deepest tunnel, I will burn you so thoroughly that not even a trace of your existence remains in this world.”

I drew the Soul Reaper Sword that held Rimer’s soul, muttering words like a curse.

“You weren’t defeated by us. You were defeated by the Organization Master.”

I bit my lip as I gazed at the wound on Rimer’s waist—the final mark he had left behind.

“He was too good a person to die at the hands of someone like you.”
“Wait, just a moment! I can explain everything! I didn’t act alone….”

Seif’s neck fell to the ground, severed by the Soul Reaper Sword before he could even leave a final testament.

Thud.

The moment Seif’s head hit the earth, Aris Zigheart—who had been lying motionless as if dead—began to breathe, blood spilling from her lips.

Only then did my vision begin to blur.

I did not hold back the falling tears. Following my master’s words to reclaim my human nature, I struck the ground and wailed.

More desperately and sorrowfully than anyone ever could.

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