The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 893

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Chapter 893

-That old man… isn’t he the insect whose arm the True Demon King ripped off?

Wrath also seemed to recognize Sageomma, his eyes narrowing.

‘That’s right.’

I clenched my teeth as I stared at Sageomma.

‘It’s him.’

The old man with hair white as snow and eyes thin as threads. It was undoubtedly Dreck, the leader of Sablack and a member of the Divine Continent Five Regions.

“Sageomma. What are you doing here?”

I had suspected there might be some monstrous entity within the rock formed by sorcery, but I never imagined it would be Sageomma.

‘I don’t understand what he’s thinking.’

I couldn’t fathom why the master of Sablack—a force just below the Five Emperors Five Demons and a transcendent who lacked for nothing—would spread such vile deception in this place.

“I wanted to return.”

Sageomma let out a soft laugh and spread both arms wide.

“Return? What do you mean by that?”

I narrowed my eyes, unable to comprehend his words.

“After the Blue Demon King ripped off my arm, I walked the path of ruin.”

Sageomma twisted his lips upward as he gazed at the shoulder where his prosthetic arm was attached.

“The wound inflicted by a Demon Lord would not heal, and it tormented me endlessly. As time passed, my strength did not recover—instead, it only diminished.”

He spoke of how each day was excruciating torment, grasping his wrinkled forehead.

“And losing my arm on top of that forced me to exist in a realm that transcended transcendence yet wasn’t quite transcendence. But that wasn’t the greatest pain.”

Sageomma gazed at Raon with a chilling smile.

“The rabble of the Divine Continent Five Regions began to look down on me, thinking I had grown weak. No! It wasn’t just them. The entire world treated me like a bird with broken wings!”

He gripped his violet-stained prosthetic arm and ground his teeth.

“Raon Zigheart. Do you understand?”

Sageomma lifted his gaze with agonizing slowness, as if time itself had frozen.

“The suffering of one who has lost their strength. The anguish of a failure who once stood in the heavens only to plummet to the earth—do you comprehend it?”

He shook his head with a thin, bitter chuckle.

“You couldn’t possibly. You, who ascends endlessly without knowing the height of the sky, could never understand.”

Sageomma lowered his hand, speaking as though ignorance was only natural.

“But now it’s different. I can finally return.”

He tore the violet-stained prosthetic arm clean from his shoulder.

Boom!

The moment Sageomma cast the prosthetic to the ground, the sea of murderous intent that had enveloped the grassland and mountains convulsed violently, surging toward him and being drawn inward.

Whoooosh!

Like amniotic fluid nurturing a child, the waves of murderous intent compressed rapidly, enveloping Sageomma’s entire body.

‘Should I strike now?’

Raon tightened his grip on the Heavenly Sword, biting his lip.

-No! If that compressed murderous intent explodes, everyone behind you will perish. You yourself will suffer grievous wounds.

Wrath shook his head, saying that Sageomma in his current state was nothing less than a powder keg.

‘So I have no choice but to watch and wait?’

I clicked my tongue as I forcefully pulled Manhwagong and Glacia upward.

Crack!

A new arm made of violet flesh sprouted from Sageomma’s shoulder. It didn’t feel like a troll’s regenerative power. It looked as though an entirely new body had burst forth like a slime.

But his transformation didn’t end there.

Whoooosh.

As if time itself had reversed, Sageomma’s snow-white hair darkened to pitch black, and his gray, wrinkled skin tightened and regained its elasticity.

An old man who had appeared nearly a hundred years old had become a man in his twenties in a single moment.

Roooaarrr!

As Sageomma clenched his fist with his newly formed hand, a tremendous wave of force erupted, splitting the river bottom where he stood in two. It was a terrifying display of power.

“Yes. This is the power I desired. I wished to return to those days when I ruled the Continent.”

He pointed at the brilliantly shining sun with his new hand, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“No, rather than returned, I should say I have been reborn.”
“….”

I bit my lip as I stared at Sageomma’s violet arm.

‘What in the world is that….’

More than Sageomma’s rejuvenation, more than the sprouting of a new arm, the sheer quantity of demonic energy dwelling within that arm was astounding.

It felt as though the entire sea of demonic energy that had covered the grassland had seeped into that single arm.

“What exactly have you done?”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Sageomma, who wore a smiling expression.

‘This isn’t something achievable through normal power.’

It was impossible for a human to grow new limbs. Sageomma had clearly used the qi of this place to accomplish such a feat.

“There’s always something necessary to properly manipulate qi.”

Sageomma’s fingers traced delicate patterns through the air.

“Sacrifices.”
“What…?”
“The violet sea that engulfed this grassland is the concentrated essence of qi—accumulated from countless things built up by Sablack. The blood of countless people flows within it.”

He murmured as though speaking of something infinitely precious, his narrow eyes lifting slightly.

“Blood…”

I repeated the word Sageomma had spoken, swallowing hard.

‘He said living sacrifices…’

Ordinarily, when people spoke of blood and sweat seeping into something, they meant effort had been poured into it. But the blood Sageomma spoke of seemed to refer to actual human blood.

‘And besides…’

Trevin had mentioned that zombies wielding swordsmanship had emerged from the sea of qi. The puzzle pieces that had been fitting together one by one suddenly formed a complete picture.

“You couldn’t possibly…”

My lips trembled as I stared at Sageomma.

“Did you sacrifice your own subordinates as living offerings?”
“Yes. Half of Sablack lies buried in this land.”

Sageomma nodded without the slightest hesitation, as though recounting something to be proud of.

“Those children surely died happily. After all, it is a tremendous honor to be of service to me even in death.”

His eyes, stained violet, lowered as he smiled.

“Insane….”

I tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword in my hand.

‘He’s lost his mind.’

To restore his own power, he sacrificed half of Sablack as an offering. I knew Sageomma was a depraved human being, but this crossed a line far too great.

-He sacrificed his own subordinates as offerings just to grow stronger?

Wrath glared at Sageomma, grinding his teeth.

-Hand your body over to the True Demon King right now! This time, I won’t just take an arm—I’ll rip his head clean off!

He trembled with genuine fury, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“Of course, that’s not all….”

Sageomma gazed at me with an elongated smile spreading across his face.

“To resurrect myself in this form, I needed the pure aura of a warrior.”
“A warrior’s aura?”
“Yes. I had enough power, but obtaining aura was not easy. So….”

He gestured toward the flames of Manhwa Palace that he had pushed back with his power.

“I devised this plan. Whether you hunted the monsters or exhausted your aura pushing back my power, I would absorb it all.”

Sageomma gave a soft applause, as if everything had been calculated from the beginning.

“I thought it would take considerable time, but thanks to your arrival, I was able to finish everything remarkably quickly. It was wise to cause this incident here, just as he suggested.”

He praised his own perfect scheme with self-satisfaction.

“Him? Who are you talking about?”

From his words, it became clear that this incident was not orchestrated by him alone.

“There’s no reason for me to tell you that.”

Sageomma snorted derisively and shook his head. The wounded pride evident in his expression suggested a connection to Oma.

‘Has the Divine Continent Five Regions ultimately fallen to Oma’s side?’

No, based on what he said about being disregarded earlier, it wasn’t certain.

It seemed more likely that this incident was orchestrated by Sageomma and Sablack alone, not the Divine Continent Five Regions.

“I’m in an excellent mood right now. Truth be told, I had resolved to spare anyone I met for the first time….”

Sageomma caressed the sword at his waist and licked his lips.

“Raon Zigheart. I cannot simply let you go.”
“You have no grudge against me, do you?”

Raon furrowed his brow as he asked.

“You may not, but I do.”

Sageomma laughed softly and waved his hand.

“You survived because of the Demon Lord’s emergence, while I fell into despair because of it.”

He grasped his sword hilt and ground his teeth with an audible crunch.

“Since then, I have suffered nothing but decline, while you have risen without end. You slew Kaibhar the Dragon and earned the epithet Dragon Slayer, defeated King Roman and carved the title Usurper into your name, and even led the war against the North-South Alliance to victory!”

He enumerated his accomplishments one by one, folding his fingers as he spoke.

“Your name is called everywhere in the world, yet mine is spoken nowhere. As if I had already become a forgotten existence! A name and epithet that are never spoken hold no value whatsoever.”

Sageomma chuckled, nodding his head. The word “inferiority” seemed to gleam in his violet eyes.

“I even heard that you transcended and are called a transcendent of the new age, crushing me—a mere remnant of the old era. So I made a vow. The next time I meet you, I would sever that neck of yours and end this new age nonsense.”

He chuckled, never expecting this opportunity to arrive so soon.
Hearing the voice and manner of speech of an old man emanate from that youthful visage sent a chill racing down my spine.

“Organization Master!”
“J-just now, what happened?!”
“Are you alright…?”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion, who had been pushed back by the explosion Sageomma created, approached me.

“Raon!”
“Organization Master! Are you unharmed?”
“The sea of death energy has vanished, yet why does an even more putrid stench linger?”

Trevin and the other swordsmen rushed over, their faces etched with concern.

“Everyone, fall back.”

As I waved my hand, signaling them not to approach further, Sageomma drew the sword from his waist.

“Let us begin. A battle where an Transcendent of the old era tramples upon a Transcendent of the new era.”

With Sageomma’s sinister laugh, a violet slash surged toward me. It was a wave of death energy he had unleashed in a mere instant.

Crash!

I unfurled Flame Severance and cleaved through the incoming torrent of death energy.

“Retreat from this place as quickly as possible!”

As I commanded the Gwangpung Corps and Cheoljeon Unit to withdraw completely, it happened.

Screech!

From the river bottom, now dyed violet, a blade-like form erupted with brilliant luminescence.

Crash!

Unable to block everything with the Heavenly Sword alone, I drew the Soul Reaper Sword and parried the death energy blade that sought to pierce through me.

‘It’s heavy.’

Each blade of death energy that surged upward was a transcendent slash, and my hands trembled merely from blocking them.

“Not only has my spirit been restored, but my body has returned to its youthful prime. With such power at my disposal, I can unleash devastating force.”

Sageomma’s lips curled upward, satisfied with the magnitude of his newfound strength.

“I’m curious to see how long you can endure.”

He tilted his head arrogantly and drew his blade downward.

“Now it truly begins.”

The space carved by Sageomma’s sword split wide open, and from within erupted grotesque creatures with violet eyes blazing like embers.

‘What in the world…?’

I suppressed my alarm and swung the Heavenly Sword against the cascade of malevolent creatures pouring forth.

Yet they scattered like mist, only to coalesce once more, baring teeth stained black as pitch.

These were no true beasts—they appeared to be sword strikes manifested from malevolent energy itself.

Whoooosh!

I unfurled the Manhwa Palace’s protective aura, but it could not intercept all the creatures. One tore through my waist, leaving a wound that blackened as though rotting away.

“This is my Demonic Realm.”

As Sageomma slashed his blade diagonally, an even denser torrent of malevolent creatures erupted forth, descending upon both me and the Gwangpung Corps.

“And it shall be the last sight you ever witness in this world.”

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Crash! Crash! Crash!

Sageomma pressed his relentless assault against me, his laughter wild with exhilaration.

‘Yes. This is the power I needed!’

Vitality surged through my rejuvenated body, and my morale flowed like an endless spring with no visible end. Invincibility. That word, which I once thought distant and unreachable, now seemed to dwell within my very strength.

Kuaaaaaaaa!

With a single slash of my demonic blade, the earth itself was torn asunder, and Raon Zigheart staggered backward, driven back by the sheer force.

A smile naturally formed on my face as I overwhelmed that young transcendent in both power and speed.

“Is that all? You dare challenge me with merely that?”

Sageomma slashed through space itself, summoning demonic creatures born from my malice. It was both a sword technique and a summoning art—a skill that could never be cut through by ordinary aura.

Chiiiiing!

Raon moved with an exquisite footwork technique, attempting to eliminate the demonic creatures born of my malice, but he only sustained wounds both large and small as he continued to be driven backward.

‘He can’t even mount a proper defense.’

Watching Raon Zigheart—the one I’d heard could break me—being pushed back without any counterattack filled me with an indescribable exhilaration.

I wanted to take his head and proclaim my supremacy to the entire world.

‘I should take revenge on that Demon Lord too… Ugh!’

I wanted to exact vengeance upon the Blue Demon King, who had inflicted humiliation and despair upon me.

But the moment I thought of him, those noble azure eyes surfaced in my mind. Fear washed over me—the dread that even with this power, I could not surpass him.

‘No. For now, I must focus only on Raon Zigheart.’

I swore to think about the Blue Demon King later and brought down the sword blazing with fraud.

Kugugugugu!

The damp malice exploded outward, and the very space where Raon stood began to collapse.

‘It’s over.’

Even Raon, who couldn’t properly evade the deceptive monster’s attacks, would find it impossible to block this sword strike.
He would disappear from this world with only his neck remaining.

‘Now I’ll take my revenge on those Divine Continent Five Regions bastards who disrespected me, and I’ll keep my promise to them as well….’

It was then that Sageomma, believing the battle had ended, was contemplating his next plan.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted as if the heavens and earth were trembling, and red and blue flashes surged forth from within the waves of deception.

Whoooosh!

Half of the deceptive waves burned away in golden flames and sank, while the remaining half froze in silver cold and shattered.

Between the Heavenly Sword of flames and the Demonic Sword of frost, crimson eyes blazed with clarity.

“Ah….”

Sageomma, gazing upon Raon’s crimson eyes, recalled the eyes of the Blue Demon King who had torn off his own arm.

Though the color was vastly different, the noble and dignified aura of a supreme ruler was reflected identically.

“Now I can fight.”

I confirmed that the Gwangpung Corps and Cheoljeon Unit had retreated far enough, then nodded.

“Surely you don’t mean to….”

Sageomma’s lips trembled as he realized I had bought time for the other swordsmen to escape.

“The Head of House said it was still too soon, but attempting to cross over today doesn’t sound bad either.”

I raised the Heavenly Sword blazing with flames and the Demonic Sword glimmering with frost, tilting my chin up arrogantly.

“The wall of the Divine Continent Five Regions.”

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