The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 869

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Chapter 869
“Master still hasn’t come out?”
The first news I heard after regaining consciousness was that Rimer’s soul remained trapped within the Soul Reaper Sword.
“Yes. Siyan tried to draw him out, but he refused to leave the Soul Reaper Sword until the very end.”
Erian shook his head in disbelief.
“He grew frustrated and eventually threw the Soul Reaper Sword to the ground.”
He lowered his voice as he recounted how Siyan had hurled the blade onto the floor.
“I’m, I’m sorry. I was just so frustrated….”
Siyan trembled beneath a thick blanket, her eyes quivering as she covered her face.
“Ah, it seems my brother has grown quite attached to that sword….”
She sighed softly, sensing that the blade could only be drawn when Rimer himself wished it.
“Sigh, he’s changed so much since we were here. I can’t even fathom what that bastard is plotting.”
Sterin clicked his tongue while adjusting the bandages wrapped around his entire body. He seemed frustrated that his personally raised grandson had become incomprehensible.
“Ha ha….”
I let out a hollow laugh while gazing at the Soul Reaper Sword resting on the table.
‘He must have his reasons.’
Rimer was not someone who appeared carefree without purpose. The fact that he clung so stubbornly to the Soul Reaper Sword proved he harbored deeper intentions.
“Thanks to the World Tree, the negative energy that lingered within the Soul Reaper Sword has dissipated somewhat. For now, it’s best to leave him be.”
I shook my head calmly.
“I plan to stop worrying about it too. That grandson of mine disappeared from sight for so long, and now he’s dead. There are too many painful places in this old body to dwell on it.”
Sterin snorted while looking at the Soul Reaper Sword.
“R, Raon, are you alright?”
Siyan lifted the blanket slightly, her eyes brimming with concern.
“There are still some internal injuries, but nothing that will leave lasting aftereffects.”
I rotated my shoulders slowly and smiled.
Thanks to my various traits, my recovery speed was unmatched among humans.
A few more days and the wounds would heal on their own.
“Th, that’s a relief….”
Siyan exhaled in relief, expressing how worried she had been.
“It’s thanks to you, Siyan.”
I bowed to her. I had heard that she had aided my recovery by manifesting as the Water Spirit King, and I wanted to express my gratitude.
“And you worked incredibly hard.”
“Huh? I, I didn’t do anything….”
“While I was fighting the Dragon, you rallied the Elves to protect the World Tree. You’ve changed so much, Siyan. Master would have been proud if he’d seen you.”
Siyan cast off the blanket that had concealed her and stepped forward, protecting the World Tree and lifting up the Elves who had abandoned hope.
Even amid battle, I was overwhelmed with emotion witnessing her transformation from a recluse into someone of such strength.
“I saw it too. You were magnificent.”
Sterin patted Siyan’s shoulder proudly.
“Ah….”
Siyan hadn’t expected sudden praise and collapsed onto the floor, giggling uncontrollably.
“Oh, no, it’s really nothing special. Hehehehe….”
A peculiar laugh echoed from within the blanket wrapped around her head. She seemed changed, yet somehow unchanged.
“Ah, and there’s one more thing I should mention.”
Raon exhaled softly as he looked at the three of them.
“It’s about my master….”
I told them how Rimer hadn’t simply become a lazy person after coming to Zigheart, but had consistently helped many people and supported the Orphanage.
“Hmm, that fellow….”
Sterin smiled faintly at the Soul Reaper Sword, pleased to learn his grandson’s true nature.
“When he was in Sepia, he considered himself elf-like, but from what I could see, he was as meddlesome as a human. Some things never change.”
Erian chuckled softly, saying it was typical of Rimer.
“Ah!”
Siyan suddenly opened a book from within her blanket as if struck by inspiration and began writing something.
‘Is it about my master?’
I lowered my gaze, thinking she might be writing about Rimer, but all I saw was the phrase “handsome Raon” repeated over and over, so I quickly looked away.
“Ahem, you should rest now too.”
Sterin, equally embarrassed by the “handsome Raon” inscription, grabbed Siyan by the waist as she frantically continued writing and gave a slight nod.
“You’ve worked hard. Please rest.”
Erian bowed and left the Dormitory with the two of them.
“Haa….”
The moment I was alone, I lay back on the bed and spread both arms wide.
‘I survived.’
In the quiet, the reality of my survival finally sank in, and a light laugh escaped me.
-This time was truly dangerous, lad.
Wrath peeked his eyes out over the bracelet.
-If that lizard had fought properly, it would be you buried in that earth.
‘I know….’
I nodded.
‘I’m aware.’
Wrath was right—Matirus’s full power far exceeded my own.
Had I not seized the opening of his carelessness, death would have been mine.
-Why didn’t you accept the True Demon King’s power?
Wrath’s eyes narrowed with lingering doubt.
-You’ve grown arrogant since transcending….
‘I didn’t want to see you coughing anymore.’
I smiled faintly at Wrath.
-What, what?
‘You’ve finally recovered enough that your coughing has subsided. I didn’t want to create more of that hacking.’
Wrath had expended his own soul to aid me and the Gwangpung Corps.
I didn’t want to impose sacrifice on someone I considered a friend, so I wanted to resolve this matter with my own strength.
-Ugh…
Wrath blinked blankly, as if he’d heard an answer completely different from what he’d expected.
-A mere brat worrying about the True Demon King! You’re still far too green for that!
Despite his loud proclamation, his eyes glistened with moisture, and his cheeks flushed crimson. He seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.
-Well, well, it’s not a bad thought after all. One should protect what’s theirs! Yes, absolutely right!
‘That’s true.’
I chuckled softly as I watched the embarrassed Wrath.
-Ahem, it seems I must acknowledge you somewhat now. Much time has passed, it appears.
‘Getting your acknowledgment? That’s when pigs fly.’
I gently patted Wrath’s head as his tail swished back and forth.
‘Then shall I get started?’
-Get started on what? Ah! Are you preparing dragon skewers? I’ve been waiting so long my neck nearly snapped off!
Wrath smacked his lips eagerly in anticipation.
‘No, not that.’
I shook my head vigorously and summoned the messages I’d been ignoring and setting aside until now.
So many messages appeared at once that my entire field of vision was obscured by blue windows.
-Gggaaahhh!
Wrath’s smile froze on his face as he realized just how many messages had accumulated.
-What, what is this! Why are there so many!
‘Well, it makes sense.’
I hadn’t paid attention until now, but I had ascended to transcendence and consecutively defeated a transcendent being and an ancient dragon.
It wasn’t particularly strange that there would be enough rewards to obscure my entire vision.
‘Then first…’
I checked the rewards I’d obtained upon reaching transcendence.
[You have reached the Realm of Transcendence!]
[【Ring of Fire】 has reached 9-star rank.]
[【Manhwagong】 has reached 9-star rank.]
[【Glacial】 has reached 9-star rank.]
[All stats increase by 70 points.]
[The rank of trait 【Water Resistance】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Fire Resistance】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Water Affinity】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Fire Affinity】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Holiness Blooming in Darkness】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Demonic Adaptation】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Wrath Unleashed】 increases.]
With so many lines, just confirming the transcendence rewards made my eyes ache.
‘Wait, 70 points?’
I’d received 50-point increases before, but never 70 points at once.
The absurdly massive stat increase sent a delightful tingling sensation through my body, as if it were twisting pleasantly.
‘Seven traits have risen.’
Not only the traits related to Manhwagong and Glacia, but the ranks of the traits I used in the Wizard Dungeon had also increased.
A dizzying rush of exhilaration surged through me repeatedly.
-Wh…?
Wrath’s jaw dropped as he read the message.
-W-wait, did the True Demon King’s eyes deceive him? Is it really 70?
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if convinced he’d misread it.
-Th-this can’t be right! Seventy at once? You really said it was insane!
‘If he’s already shocked, this will be troublesome.’
I pushed aside the flailing Wrath and checked the rewards I’d earned from slaying Beorn and Bardiel.
[You have slain two Transcendents.]
[For the first time in a thousand years, you have slain a Celestial.]
[You have achieved the impossible.]
[All stats increase by 50 points.]
[New trait 【Celestial Slayer】 has been created.]
[New title 【Transcendent】 has been created.]
Because I had slain two Transcendents simultaneously, my stats rose by 50 points.
Combined, that was 120. Even I felt my mind reeling at such a figure.
‘Celestial Slayer, huh.’
Setting aside the stat increases for now, I examined the new trait Celestial Slayer.
【Celestial Slayer】
Reduces the aura resistance of Celestials, allowing you to inflict greater wounds.
‘This is quite useful.’
Reading the description, it was an ability that reduced the aura resistance possessed by Celestials.
Since I would likely encounter Celestials frequently, this seemed like it would be invaluable in future battles.
‘And….’
Finally, I examined the title’s description.
【Transcendent】
A noble title bestowed upon those born human who have ascended to the heavens.
Ability: Elevates the mastery of completely acquired martial arts.
My eyes widened as I read the Transcendent title’s ability.
‘Is this real?’
A title that elevated the mastery of perfectly learned martial arts—for someone like me learning the Ten Thousand Swords, this was a reward more precious than any stat increase or trait.
Even seeing it with my own eyes, I could scarcely believe it.
-Khe, khe, kheeeek….
Wrath drooled from his mouth as if he’d eaten roasted dragon until his belly burst.
Any more shock and his eyes would roll back into his head.
‘J-just hold on a little longer! This is the last one.’
I patted Wrath’s back and checked the rewards I’d obtained this time.
[You have achieved the impossible.]
[All ability points increase by 40.]
[New trait 【Authority Enhancement】 is created.]
[The rank of trait 【Seolhwa’s Demonic Armor】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Ambush】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Seolhwa’s Absorption】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Seolhwa’s Spear】 increases.]
The rewards from slaying the Dragon were naturally substantial. All my ability points rose by 40, and a new trait was created.
‘Authority Enhancement?’
Just from the trait’s name alone, I could sense what it entailed.
【Authority Enhancement】
Allows the manifestation of authorities that only Demon Lords can fully wield through a human body.
It was exactly as I had anticipated.
This trait would help narrow the vast gap between Wrath’s fury and my own.
It felt like a reward obtained from harmonizing the authorities of Demon Lords when using Genesis.
-Kiiiiiieeeeeak!
After a long while, Wrath’s agonized shriek pierced the air.
-This is absolutely outrageous! The True Demon King’s entire spine has been stripped bare!
Wrath retched repeatedly, claiming his mind was spinning from losing so much.
-A total of 160 points, 2 traits created, 1 title created, and 11 traits enhanced! Does this even make sense?!
‘You memorized all of that?’
-How could I not?!
‘It’s not like I received it all at once—these are rewards accumulated from 3 separate occasions….’
-Shut your mouth!
Wrath struck the top of my head.
-You said you wouldn’t ask me for anything, yet you’re draining my very marrow!
‘I-I didn’t do anything. The system gave it all….’
I touched the back of my head and shook it.
-Then at least ask the system to stop!
Wrath furrowed his brows, insisting he might listen if I asked.
‘Hmm, is there any need for that…?’
I tilted my head slightly. If it was being given freely, there was no reason to refuse.
-You damnable bastard!
Wrath let out a sharp cry.
-I take back everything I said about acknowledging you! The True Demon King will call you a brat for the rest of your….’
“How adorable!”
While he was pouring out his complaints, a small hamster squeezed through a gap in the wooden house and giggled with delight.
“Why are you laughing all by yourself?”
-Kiiiiieeeeak!
Startled by Merlin’s sudden appearance, Wrath tumbled backward in shock.
The impact was severe enough that he convulsed with his eyes rolled back.
“M-Merlin?”
I exhaled sharply as I watched Merlin in her hamster form.
“I was waiting to see when you’d wake up, and you kept nodding your head and smiling—it was so adorable I couldn’t look away.”
Merlin laughed, saying she’d come out because I was too cute to resist watching.
“Wait, your main body is here. Why did you come as a hamster?”
“My main body is embarrassing.”
She swayed her shoulders side to side, her hands clasped together.
“E-embarrassing?”
I blinked blankly.
‘You? How? Why?’
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Fortunately, Wrath’s mood lifted the very next day.
-Kyaa! Sweet and delicious, excellent!
Thanks to Sterin holding a small banquet to commemorate Sepia’s crisis being overcome, Wrath was able to enjoy dishes made with sweet fruits to his heart’s content.
‘Are these fruits a different species from ours?’
I tilted my head as I ate a juicy apple pie.
The cooking method itself was superior at Zigheart, but the taste of the fruit seemed incomparable.
-The essence of the World Tree and the Elves ripens the fruit to be more delicious and sweet. Such is the natural difference.
Wrath shook his head matter-of-factly.
-Your appetite is sufficiently awakened. Now let us go eat the main course! It will be ready soon!
He grabbed my shoulder and dragged me toward the meat.
‘He’s always most impatient at times like this.’
I chuckled lightly and headed toward the outskirts of Sepia.
Inside a large stone furnace, thick slabs of meat like boulders were roasting.
“M-Master, is it really okay to eat this?”
Dorian, who had built this furnace with Merlin, trembled as he looked at the dragon meat.
“Do I have to eat it? Gold and Red are fine, but Black is a bit….”
Crain shook his head, not wanting to be poisoned.
“No, there’s plenty to eat, so why specifically….”
Burren also frowned in confusion.
“You privileged brats talk too much! When you hunt a beast, you eat the meat first!”
Martha struck the back of Crain and Dorian’s heads, telling them not to complain.
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”
Lunan, in good spirits from the fruit wine, waved his fork and knife with rosy cheeks.
-Indeed, the True Demon King’s ice cream girl and beef girl!
Wrath nodded with satisfaction, pleased by their attitude.
-Krrr, my mouth waters. Even I have never eaten three types of dragon roast at once!
The creature’s nostrils flared as it caught the increasingly appetizing aroma.
“So you’re actually going to eat it.”
Sterin approached from behind with a hollow laugh.
“Ah, my apologies. I imagine elves would be sensitive to such matters….”
“Not at all. The strong consume the weak—it is simply the way of nature. I give it no thought.”
He shook his head dismissively.
“I merely find it remarkable that one would consume a dragon at all.”
Sterin laughed, saying he’d never considered such a thing.
“Ah….”
“Truth be told, we’ve been drowning in spoils of war, so this works out well. Three dragon hearts alone, and the teeth and bones—the most valuable ones—are beyond counting.”
He smacked his lips at the thought of how long it would take to process all the rewards from slaying the dragon.
“I’m planning to craft a sword and armor from the teeth and bones, but it will likely take considerable time.”
“Would you like me to introduce you to a skilled craftsman?”
Sterin made the suggestion lightly, gesturing with his hand.
“An introduction?”
“Yes. A dwarf named Borgos. He’s made quite a name for himself as a master craftsman.”
“I’m already acquainted with him.”
I nodded immediately.
“He’s the one who crafted my dagger.”
I’d already become familiar with Borgos, the master of the Grey Hammer Guild, when I visited Dorian’s residence.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll contact him for you.”
“Though I’ve heard that elves and dwarves don’t get along well….”
“That depends on the individual.”
Sterin flicked his fingers, saying he was on good terms with Borgos, unlike other dwarves.
“Thank you.”
I bowed respectfully to Sterin.
“I should be the one thanking you. Thanks to you all, Sepia was able to survive.”
Sterin’s eyes grew distant as he said thanks weren’t necessary.
“…Matirus was merely a quiet neighbor living nearby. I never imagined things would come to this.”
He exhaled a short sigh as he watched Matirus’s flesh cook to perfection.
“Matirus lived in this area?”
“Yes. Rion is less than two days’ journey from here.”
Sterin pointed northward, saying the elves couldn’t possibly not know of it.
“Ah, I see.”
I smacked my lips slowly.
-Hmm?
Wrath narrowed his eyes as he observed me.
-Your eyes are brimming with desire, aren’t they?
He trembled, saying it was the same expression I wore when absorbing his stats.
“It seems….”
Raon gazed toward the Northern Region and flexed his elongated fingers.
“It seems our spoils of war are about to increase considerably.”

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