The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 896

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Chapter 896

“The Black Tower….”

I lowered my right hand gripping the Heavenly Sword, my eyes narrowing to slits.

‘Is he serious?’

There were many theories—that the White Blood Cult was buried underground, that Eden’s headquarters floated in the sky—but no one knew the exact location of Oma in the present day.

Among the various branches of Oma, the Black Tower was shrouded in such mystery that even its proper direction remained unknown.
It was unbelievable that Sageomma would know the location of a place that even Chamber, the Archmage of the Ethereal Kingdom, had abandoned.

“I’m telling you the truth!”

Sageomma struggled to lift his upper body, biting his lips.

“The ones who helped me complete this ritual were none other than the Black Tower!”

He shook his head, insisting he wasn’t lying.

“Wasn’t it Derus Robert?”
“Derus Robert? No. The one who came to me and said he would fill me with power stronger than my prime was a layer master of the Black Tower.”

Sageomma raised his trembling hands, saying that a layer master of the Black Tower had come directly to propose the deal.

“They said they would prepare all the rituals, and in return, asked me to help them just once in the future.”

He spoke of his transaction with the Black Tower, his eyes rolling downward.

“The Black Tower….”

I looked down at the trembling Sageomma and nodded.

‘If it’s not Derus, then it must be the Black Tower.’

Though the Black Tower’s master was a Demon Lord, it was entirely plausible—there were many Necromancers and ritual practitioners who wielded demonic power within its ranks.

“Then how did you find out the location of the Black Tower?”
“Since they could use me, I tailed one of their layer masters.”

Sageomma swallowed dryly and lifted his gaze.

“I was trying to find a weakness, but fortunately, I discovered an area that could lead into the Black Tower’s Headquarters.”

He nodded heavily, saying he had found a corridor leading to the Black Tower.

“If you spare me and let me live, I’ll tell you the location where you can enter the Black Tower.”

Sageomma trembled his blackened, lifeless lips as if asking what I would do.

“Fine, I’ll spare you. Speak.”

I nodded and approached Sageomma instead.

-Hey, that’s the face of someone who will never keep a promise!

Wrath exhaled in exasperation.

-And why is there killing intent behind those words about sparing him?

He shook his head, asking why I wasn’t acting as usual.

‘Words alone won’t work anyway.’

A man like Sageomma would only open his mouth if there were conditions he could be certain about. Words were useless no matter what.

“You speak such words while emanating such murderous intent.”

Sageomma let out a low groan and shook his head.

“Swear by the soul of the Transcendent Raon Zigheart. Swear you won’t kill me.”

He shouted for him to make a soul pact, his violet eyes blazing.

“Torturing me is useless! I’ve cast a curse that erases my memories if I endure pain beyond a certain threshold. When that happens, I won’t be able to speak even if I want to!”

Sageomma shook his head, insisting that the only way to learn the location of the Black Tower was to keep him alive.

“A soul oath, then….”

I lowered my hand and furrowed my brow.

-For such a fool, he thinks rather well.

Wrath crossed his arms and snorted.

-Even one who breaks promises as easily as eating rice must not take a soul oath lightly. It will have a profound effect on you.
‘In what way?’
-If you swear an oath wagering a transcendent’s soul as he suggests, interference will come upon your power. You will be unable to grow further. This is also why the True Demon King does not lie.

He shook his head, explaining that the stronger one becomes, the higher the grade of one’s soul, the greater the impact such an oath would inevitably have.

“…Very well.”

I looked down at Sageomma and nodded.

“If you tell me the location of the Black Tower, I will not kill you with my own blade.”
-My own blade, he says….

Wrath’s lips curved into a faint smile as he savored the words.

“Properly!”

Sageomma shook his head firmly, as though he still could not believe it.

“Swear it by your own name, and swear it true.”
“By the name of Raon Zigheart the Transcendent, I swear this oath: if you reveal the location of the Black Tower, I will spare your life and let you go, unslain by my own blade.”

I placed my right hand over my heart and bound myself with the soul oath.
Though I had only spoken the words aloud, a cold sensation like chains settling upon my soul coursed through me.

“Then first, draw this blade.”

Sageomma pointed to the Soul Reaper Sword embedded in his chest, as though reminding me not to forget.

“Before that.”

I tilted my chin toward Sageomma.

“You swear as well. That the location of the Black Tower is genuine.”
“Of course.”

Sageomma nodded without hesitation.

“By the name of the Transcendent Dreck Royten, I swear to reveal the location of the Black Tower. If my words are false, I shall bear these wounds for the rest of my life.”

His entire body flashed with a pale violet light. He had truly bound himself with a soul oath.

“Good.”

I nodded and withdrew the Soul Reaper Sword from Sageomma’s chest.

A deep resonance rang out.

The Soul Reaper Sword released a thick, dark cry of protest, but a green wind bloomed forth and stifled its wail.

“Then, as promised, I shall tell you the location of the Black Tower.”

Sageomma looked at himself and parted his blackened, lifeless lips.

“The Black Tower is in Montiro.”
“Montiro…?”

I furrowed my brow, turning the name over in my mind.

“You expect me to believe that?”

Montiro was one of the cities in the Southern Region. Though tucked away in a corner and close to the beach, it was widely used as a tourist destination—I found it hard to believe the Black Tower could be hidden there.

“It’s the truth….”

Sageomma shook his head, insisting he was not lying.

“I don’t know the exact path, but I’m certain the Black Tower exists in Montiro.”
“Tell me what happened.”

I couldn’t trust mere words, so I wanted to hear the details of what had occurred.

“I’ve been mastering a technique called Ashen Concealment. It’s a method of sorcery, not relying on aura or chi, so it’s difficult for anyone to sense.”

Sageomma licked his lips, his hand wrapped in a gray aura.

“Using this concealment, I directly tailed the Black Tower’s floor master. Though he changed his appearance and aura multiple times across different cities and villages, he couldn’t escape my eyes, which use the same sorcery.”

He nodded and recounted the situation of tracking the floor master.

“After taking countless detours, he finally stopped in Montiro. At first, I thought he would change his appearance again like in other villages, but this time he simply vanished. His very existence was erased, as if he’d never entered Montiro at all.”

Sageomma clenched his fist with trembling fingers.

“I waited several days, but I sensed nothing unusual in the village. Thinking I’d lost him, I was about to leave when the floor master appeared again—this time with another demon I recognized by aura.”

He looked up at me and nodded.

“Convinced the Black Tower was hidden in Montiro, I conducted an extremely careful search and found a small passage. It was only possible because I handle sorcery. But that passage couldn’t be used.”
“Couldn’t be used? What do you mean?”
“A spell was placed on that passage to reject outsiders. If I forced my way in, my identity would obviously be exposed, so I abandoned the attempt.”

Sageomma exhaled a short sigh, saying he’d only confirmed the Black Tower’s location before returning.

“Who was this floor master you tracked?”
“Batortan, an upper-tier floor master. He’s covered in spiky demonic energy. I haven’t seen him since he appeared the second time.”
“Where did you find the passage?”
“Soben Street, where street food is sold. I found it in an alley, but since it only opens when they emerge, it will be difficult for you to find without sorcery.”
“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Sageomma finish speaking.

‘It doesn’t sound like a lie.’

Sageomma, who valued himself above all else, wouldn’t lie even while swearing a soul oath. Though Montiro as a location was entirely unexpected, that very unexpectedness made me sense the possibility that the Black Tower could indeed be there.
The place called Montiro was so unexpected, but precisely because of that, I had a premonition that the Black Tower might be there.

“It seems you’ve come to understand that my words are the truth.”

Sageomma exhaled a low breath, as if relieved.

“Then release me.”

He spoke of keeping the promise and struggled to rise to his feet.

“Of course.”

Raon nodded and took a step back.

“….”

Sageomma watched him and clicked his tongue briefly.

‘Does he think I don’t know what you’re planning?’

Raon Zigheart would not release him, but would instead summon his subordinates lurking behind and order a combined assault.

‘Even if I’m gravely wounded and have lost my fighting spirit….’

One final move remained.

If I drew out the power hidden deep within my heart, I could kill his subordinates while Raon was careless and create a spell to escape this place.

“Then….”

As Sageomma turned to leave, contemplating survival in his mind, Raon approached.

“W-What are you doing?! You said you wouldn’t kill me!”
“Of course I’ll keep my promise.”

Raon lowered the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword to the ground and nodded.

“Surely you don’t think I made a promise with my swords, so now I’ll strike you with my hands? How childish.”

Sageomma twisted his lips into a sneer.

“Do you truly believe the Soul Covenant has such a loophole? The very act of attacking me with the intent to kill your master violates the covenant itself!”

He shrieked that I was a fool, his eyes widening.

“Don’t worry. That’s not it.”

I let out a thin laugh and shook my head.

‘Wrath.’

I gestured toward Wrath, whose brow was furrowed.

‘I know this is a burden, but could I ask you to lend me just one finger?’
-Burden or not, it matters not! That trash who sacrificed his subordinates as offerings—I have always wanted to kill him with my own hands!

Wrath nodded fiercely, as if he had been waiting for this very moment.

‘Good. If you handle this well, I’ll buy you whatever food you want for the next ten days.’

After promising him all the delicacies his heart desired, I released the tension in my right hand.

Ssssshhhhh.

Wrath’s fury—that power he had always channeled into me—now seeped through my fingertips with a profound and resolute will.
In the index finger of my right hand alone, the existence of the Demon Lord of Wrath took root.

“Now, think carefully! If you lay a hand on your master, an unending curse will befall you for all eternity!”
“That won’t happen.”

As I calmly shook my head, the finger infused with Wrath rose of its own accord, pointing directly at Sageomma.

“I said I would not kill you with my own blade. It is not I who will end you—it is an entirely different being.”

The moment those words left my lips, the tip of my index finger gleamed brilliantly, unleashing a silver flash toward Sageomma.

“Kiiieeeek!”

Sageomma unfurled a desperate aura from nowhere, attempting to block the frigid light.

Kyaaaaaaa!

However, the silver frost shattered Sageomma’s morale and hand into ice shards before beginning to freeze his body as well.

“Grraaaaaaah!”

Sageomma let out a piercing scream as he watched his own body slowly freeze solid.
It seemed he was experiencing greater agony than when his arm was severed or his bones and flesh were torn away.

‘What did I just do?’
-It is a torture method called the Garment of the Frost Ghost.

Wrath smacked his lips with satisfaction.

-Even as frostbite sets in, sensation does not fade. Instead, he will experience endless agony as his flesh tears away.

He furrowed his brow, muttering that a leader who did not cherish his subordinates deserved such hellish torment.

“Th-this vicious cold! Could it be you’re connected to that Blue Demon King!”

Sageomma’s eyes twisted as he finally seemed to recognize Wrath’s presence.

“Ugh, if I had the power of a Demon Lord, I could have erased my own curse, but why did you make such a covenant!”

His jaw trembled as if questioning why torture hadn’t forced him to speak sooner.

“This is faster.”

I shook my head calmly.

“What?”
“Torture is tedious and takes time, but this way I can extract your answers immediately.”

Sageomma looked pathetic now, but he was one of the few transcendents in the world.

Erasing his curse and forcing him to speak through torture would have taken at least half a day, so I simply chose the faster path.

“Ahhh…”

Sageomma trembled violently, seized by a fear that surpassed even what he felt toward Wrath, the Demon Lord himself.

“I… I cannot die here. Never…!”

He desperately began weaving sorcery with the last vestiges of his demonic energy, clawing for any escape. His will to survive burned with a ferocity that was almost sickening.

-Vermin.

Wrath let out a scoff and flicked his finger.

Crack!

The silver frost accelerated violently, freezing Sageomma’s lips mid-incantation, his eyes, and even the writhing demonic energy that surrounded him. Everything about him was trapped within that crystalline silver frost.

-A vermin like you doesn’t deserve to breathe another moment.

As Wrath lowered his finger, Sageomma crumbled like grains of sand, sinking into the pulverized earth below.
The particles that had once been Sageomma trembled and scattered, bearing witness to the final agony and terror he had endured.

-It’s finished.

Wrath snorted and withdrew the soul that had been dwelling in his fingertip.

-Ugh… even this much brings backlash…?

He let out a heavy groan and rubbed his own body. Cold sweat dripped from his brow—he was clearly exhausted.

Exhale.

As Wrath withdrew, sensation returned to my fingertip. Strangely, it felt warm rather than cold.

‘You did well.’

I gently stroked Wrath’s head as he breathed heavily, cold sweat still glistening on his brow.

-It was not because of your request, you fool! I was merely enraged that he dared sacrifice his own subordinates as offerings!

Wrath panted heavily as he shook his head, insisting he had only vented his own fury.

-And….
‘And?’
-You’ll keep your promise, right?
‘Of course.’

I nodded with a smile.

‘For a week, whatever food you want….’
-Ten days, you fraud!

Even in his weakened state, Wrath remembered every detail of our agreement, shaking his head vigorously.

‘Fine, fine.’

As I lowered my hand with a laugh, heavy footsteps echoed from behind.

“Organization Master!”
“Raon!”
“Are you alright…?”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan, whom I had ordered to fall back, realized the battle had ended and rushed over faster than anyone else.
Their eyes gleamed with profound concern.

“I’m fine. It’s all over.”

I shook the blood from the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword before climbing back up.

“Did you really defeat Sageomma?”
“To capture one of the Divine Continent Five Regions… I can’t believe it even seeing it with my own eyes….”

Martha and Burren let out hollow laughs, still in disbelief.

“I believed in you….”

Lunan raised his thumb as if expressing genuine trust.

“It was bound to happen eventually, but I never thought it would be this soon….”

Trevin bit his lip as he gazed at the ice fragment that had been Sageomma.

“Times truly are changing.”

He turned his gaze toward me and released a deep sigh.

“That’s too grand of a statement… Ugh!”

I laughed and waved my hand, then clutched my abdomen.

‘The demonic aura is stirring again.’

Now that the battle had ended, Ascara’s demonic aura dissipated, and the residual demonic energy lingering in my body began to rampage.

Whoooooosh!

Just as I tried to endure it by force, a pale light and wind emanated from the Soul Reaper Sword, beginning to absorb the demonic aura remaining in my body.

The Soul Reaper Sword soon devoured all the demonic aura that had been tormenting me, then rang out with a resonant hum as if satisfied.

‘Th-thank you.’

I nodded faintly at the Soul Reaper Sword.

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword released a faint hum as if it were nothing.

‘Ever since Master’s soul entered it…’

Its will seemed to have grown stronger.

The Soul Reaper Sword had always possessed its own will, but ever since Rimer’s soul entered it, that will felt distinctly more powerful.

‘I can’t even fathom what he’s thinking.’
-Ugh.

As I recalled Rimer and shook my head, Wrath began trembling violently throughout his entire body, just as I had moments before.

‘What’s wrong? Are you experiencing aftereffects too…?’

Even if Wrath was a Demon Lord, using his spirit form to influence the external world consumed tremendous power and soul.
It seemed the aftereffects were far greater than I had anticipated.

-Oh, oh no.

Wrath trembled as he spoke of something approaching.

‘Pain?’
-No! That bastard! The worst existence in this world is coming!

The moment he clenched his teeth and spread his hand, a blue message appeared before my eyes.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[You have brought an era to its end.]
[All stats…..]
[Traits…..]

What appeared was not the worst existence in the world, but the reward I had obtained from breaking Sageomma.

-Now I can sense it even without thinking! This damn system!

Wrath shrieked and shook his head.

‘….’

I gazed at Wrath with cold, frozen eyes.

-Don’t look at the True Demon King with those eyes! Once they strip every last hair from you, you’ll be just like me! Kyaaaaaaah! Why are there so many today! This is too much!
‘….’

My eyes grew even colder as they narrowed.

-Don’t look at me like that!

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