The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 897

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Chapter 897

I turned my cold gaze away and checked the rewards for defeating Sageomma.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[You have brought an era to an end.]
[All stats increase by 50 points.]
[The rank of trait 【Demonic Adaptation】 increases.]
[The rank of trait 【Morale Resistance】 increases by 2 stages.]
[The rank of trait 【Ascara’s Fighting Spirit】 increases.]

Fifty points across all stats, and rank increases for three traits. Among them, 【Morale Resistance】, which had affected me greatly, jumped up by two stages at once.

Though it was unlikely to happen, if I were to fight Sageomma again, I felt I could win more easily.

-Look at this! The True Demon King could kill a wretch like this with a single finger, and you’re saying the rewards aren’t excessive?

Wrath gnashed his teeth, claiming the rewards were too generous for Sageomma’s level.

‘He’s only weak to you. In this world, he’s among the top… well, maybe not quite.’

Now that I thought about it, with eleven masters of the Five Emperors Five Demons alone, there was no room for Sageomma to be counted among the strongest.

In the New Rising Powers, there was no one weaker than Sageomma now, and with the Sword Emperor who chose seclusion, the Sword King, and the previous Holy Sword Master’s Order, I’d barely be able to squeeze Sageomma in if I counted all ten fingers and toes.

‘Still, he’s among the top twenty strongest on the entire Continent. That’s worth acknowledging.’
-Top twenty? Who counts the strong up to twenty! There are at most ten!

Wrath snorted, insisting he’d only acknowledge ten and no more.

‘To you he’s vermin and weak, but not to me. Don’t you remember saying he could be dangerous at first?’

I waved my hand lightly, reminding him that he had said Sageomma was dangerous.

-That, well…

Wrath had nothing to say on that point and fell silent.

-Ugh! Damn it!

He furrowed his brow, forced to acknowledge that I had defeated Sageomma through sheer martial prowess.

-When you return. No—on the way back, you will offer up every single dish the True Demon King desires!

Wrath bellowed his demands, insisting I bring whatever food he wanted upon my return.

‘That much is simple.’

I nodded, saying that such a task would be no trouble at all.

-Consider yourself fortunate. If it had been any other Demon Lord instead of me with such a magnanimous heart, they would never have acknowledged your victory.
‘That’s not quite right.’

I shrugged, thinking it wouldn’t be particularly difficult to roast any other Demon Lord besides Grid.

Uuuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword vibrated intensely, beginning to transmit pure mana to me.

[The Soul Reaper Sword purifies the resentment and offers it to you.]
[All stats increase by 25 points.]
[The new trait 【Resentment Detection】 is created.]

The Soul Reaper Sword, having absorbed both Sageomma’s resentment and the lingering resentment in my body, was transmitting the purified energy to me.

-Kugh…

Wrath’s blue eyes trembled, apparently unable to sense this occurrence.

’25 points? It consumed quite a lot.’

The Soul Reaper Sword keeps half of the absorbed energy for itself and transmits the other half to me.
The fact that my stats rose by 25 points from just half suggested the sword had absorbed a tremendous amount of resentment.

‘But what is Resentment Detection?’

I examined the abilities of my newly acquired trait 【Resentment Detection】.

【Deception Detection】
A trait that allows one to detect hidden deceptions imperceptible through ordinary senses or aura perception.

‘Not bad at all.’

Drek the Sword Demon had said that he discovered the passage to the Black Tower in Montiro because of his deception detection ability.
With this trait, I might also be able to find the passage leading to the Black Tower.

‘Of course, I won’t be able to do it as easily as he did.’

Traits grow stronger as their rank increases. Searching with my newly acquired 【Deception Detection】 the way Drek the Sword Demon does would be impossible, but it was better than having nothing.

—Krraaaagh!

Wrath let out a piercing shriek and threw his head back.

—The moment the True Demon King gives his approval, something new springs forth as if it’s been waiting! I can’t take it anymore! Come out this instant! Whether I die today or you die today, let’s settle this once and for all!

He swung his fists wildly at the empty air as if determined to wage a life-or-death battle against the system itself.

‘Hmm….’

I shuddered and stepped back. When Wrath got like this, reasoning with him was impossible for a while, so it was best to just leave him be.

“Raon.”

I sighed and was maintaining the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword when Trevin approached me from the side.

“Congratulations. You’ve changed the era.”

Trevin offered his congratulations and patted my shoulder.

“As I mentioned before, saying I’ve changed the era is too grand. It’s not quite that significant.”
“No, it’s true.”

Burren Zigheart, standing behind Trevin, shook his head.

“The Five Emperors Five Demons and the New Rising Powers were an unbreakable wall. You were the first to put a crack in that wall.”

He nodded as if acknowledging my words.

“Even before I entered Zigheart, I knew the names of the Five Emperors Five Demons and the Divine Continent Five Regions. Well, they weren’t called the Divine Continent Five Regions back then, but I knew each of their individual names.”

Martha let out a soft laugh and wagged her finger at me.

“You erased names that everyone knew—from newborns to the elderly on death’s door. It’s no exaggeration to say you changed the era itself.”

She stomped her foot heavily, declaring it my greatest achievement yet.

“Yep. Absolutely legendary.”

Lunan Slion thrust his thumb upward, shouting “legendary” regardless of the situation.

“Hey, hey, hey! Organization Master! Stop being so humble! Your heart’s racing too, isn’t it!”

Crain laughed, saying he could see right through me.

“That’s not true.”

I struck the back of Crain’s head firmly and shook my head with conviction.

“Ugh…”

Crain couldn’t withstand the force in my grip and crashed face-first to the ground.

“I knew he’d get hit.”

Dorian muttered that he deserved it, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. However, true to his role as quartermaster, he immediately produced medicine and ice, handing them over.
But true to his role as a supply officer, he promptly took out medicine and ice and handed them over.

“I’m being sincere. Right now, Sageomma is weaker than the other New Rising Powers.”

Raon calmly shook his head as he looked at Trevin and the Gwangpung Corps.

“Because the regular formation has collapsed.”

A strong body alone means nothing. A strong spirit alone means nothing. Abundant aura alone means nothing. Only when these three achieve proper harmony can one wield their full martial power without gaps.
Whether the body alone is strong, the spirit alone is strong, or the aura alone is abundant, none of it means anything. Only when all three achieve proper harmony can one fully display their true power without gaps.

Sageomma had obtained a tremendous aura that transcended the Divine Continent Five Regions, yet his fractured mind prevented him from wielding that power properly. My earlier claim that he had grown weaker than before was no provocation—it was the truth.

“So it really is you, Raon Zigheart.”

Trevin stepped forward, saying it was a fitting answer from me.

“I have something to tell you.”
“Please, speak.”
“If the Gwangpung Corps advances to full division status, I wish for myself and the Cheoljeon Unit to serve beneath you.”

He drew his blade and planted it upside-down before him.

“Truth be told, at first we accepted the Central Intelligence Agency Master’s proposal with the intention of helping you. But today’s events have changed my mind.”

Trevin held the inverted sword before his chest, his eyes burning with renewed fervor.

“Now, of my own will, I wish to support you and the Gwangpung Corps. Grant me the chance to walk this path together with you.”

He spoke his plea and adopted the Zigheart salute.

“We too wish to stand with the Gwangpung Corps!”

The Cheoljeon Unit standing behind Trevin displayed the same resolve, offering their salute.

“…Are you truly certain about this?”

I narrowed my eyes slightly as I regarded Trevin and the Cheoljeon swordsmen.

“I am a flawed human with many shortcomings. You may come to regret this later.”

As Wrath had said, I still lacked humanity in many ways. Seeing Trevin and the Cheoljeon Unit bare their hearts, I felt compelled to offer them honest counsel in return.

“Family exists to fill each other’s gaps. I don’t know what you lack, but whatever I can do, I will do it without hesitation.”

Trevin smiled faintly, telling me not to worry.

“You’ll accept them after words like that?”
“Yes. From the beginning, the Cheoljeon Unit has been the only military force whose wavelength matched ours.”
“Right. Everything feels right….”

Martha, Burren, and Lunan Slion nodded as if accepting the transfer of the Cheoljeon Unit as squad leaders.

“Then I understand. To be honest, that’s partly why I came all the way here to find you.”

Raon Zigheart nodded, saying he would accept the Cheoljeon Unit.

“Thank you. And thank you for saving us too. This will be the last time I speak to you informally.”

Trevin laughed awkwardly, saying that once he returned to the Family Estate, he would need to speak formally from now on.

“When we meet privately, you may treat me as before.”

Raon nodded with a smile. Since they each had their positions, they would need to speak formally in official settings, but outside of that, there was no need to maintain distance.

“I’m pleased. The number of people who can suffer alongside me has increased.”

Burren Zigheart smirked as he watched Trevin laughing and the Cheoljeon Unit.

“Welcome to Hell.”

Martha waved her hand as if saying they should all die together.

“Right. There’s no quitting now….”

Lunan Slion also nodded with cold, piercing eyes.

“Kehehehe.”
“Ehehehe….”
“How many will survive?”

Dorian and the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen let out eerie laughter, as if looking forward to what lay ahead.

“Why… why are they acting like that?”

Trevin’s eyes trembled in bewilderment.

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s just a welcome greeting. Hehe.”

Even Mark Goeten shook his head with a sinister smile.

“Village Chief.”

I stepped forward, leaving the others behind, and approached the Village Chief of Bodri Village.

“I’m afraid this region won’t be habitable for some time.”

I shook my head, gesturing toward the grassland and river that had been ravaged by the Sword Demon’s aura.

“Yes, I understand….”

The Village Chief bit his lip deeply, as if he already knew this.

“Then, what if you were to enter Zigheart?”
“Z-Zigheart? But we have no money. Most of our livestock are dead, and we’ve lost our food stores….”

He averted his gaze, explaining that he couldn’t protect the livestock and food because of the monsters and the disaster.

“Zigheart’s territory has expanded considerably of late. There are still pastures where no one has settled, so I can help you establish a home there. I’ll grant you a tax exemption for some time, so please don’t worry.”
“Is that… truly so? But why would you….”

The Village Chief stammered, seeming anxious at such favorable terms.

“A faction’s strength ultimately rests upon its people.”

I nodded calmly, regarding the Village Chief and the people of Bodri Village behind him.

‘An organization without people is destined to wither.’

They hadn’t committed crimes and fled; they had merely sought refuge here from the world’s oppression and the flames of war.

If Zigheart protected them with our strength, they would in turn leverage their talents to aid Zigheart.
With the war against Oma continuing, it was right to steadily increase our numbers and strengthen Zigheart’s power.

“N-not only did you save our lives, but you’ve even provided us a path forward. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The Village Chief set down his staff and knelt. He bowed his head, weeping with genuine gratitude.

“Thank you! My savior….”

The other villagers, like the Village Chief, bowed deeply and cried out their gratitude.

“It seems we become benefactors wherever we go.”
“Indeed. Just before this, we became benefactors to the Dwarves.”

Crain and Dorian exchanged glances, their faces brightening with quiet laughter as they savored the fulfillment of their mission.

“My heart feels so warm….”

Lunan Slion nodded as well, clearly delighted by the opportunity to aid others.

“Then we should prepare to depart now.”
“With so many people to gather, we’d best move swiftly.”

Burren Zigheart and Martha returned to the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen and issued orders to prepare for departure.

‘Hmm.’

I watched the swordsmen preparing to leave and smacked my lips with satisfaction.

‘This time, I’ve gained much.’

I had cut down Sageomma, obtained various rewards in the process, and even grasped a crucial clue about the location of the Black Tower.
It was a far greater harvest than any previous venture.

‘Grandfather will be pleased.’

I was turning my head, imagining what reaction Glen Zigheart would have, when—

—Krraaaaaaagh! Come out!

Wrath suddenly screamed, scattering frost across the empty air.

‘Still….’

My eyes grew as cold as the frost embedded in my palm.

‘He was still fighting?’

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I returned to Zigheart with the Gwangpung Corps, the Cheoljeon Unit, and all the people of Bodri Village in tow.

With so many people, opening a dimensional gate cost a considerable sum, but thanks to the dragon lair pelts, my fortune suffered barely a scratch.

“Why do you always come back with more people than you left with?”

Chief Steward Iliun let out an exasperated sigh.

“This time seems to be the most yet.”
“They are people I intend to accept into Zigheart.”

I bowed my head as I explained that I planned to accept the people of Bodri Village into Zigheart.

“Nomads, I see. Well, I’m sure you’ll handle it well.”

Iliun nodded as if he trusted me completely and opened the main gate of Zigheart for us.

“Come to think of it, I won’t have any reason to speak informally to you anymore. If you become the Organization Master, your rank will be higher than mine.”
“It’s fine if you continue to treat me as you do now. In fact, you said something similar when I became the Organization Master before, and then you went back to speaking casually anyway.”
“Did I? Well then, shall we continue as we were?”

Iliun nodded readily, as if he had been waiting for those words.

“Please do. Hmm?”

I nodded in agreement, then furrowed my brow as I looked down at the ground.
A powerful tremor was emanating from the earth, as if an earthquake were occurring.

“Ahem, I suppose I’ve taken too long. Go inside quickly.”

The moment vibrations erupted from the ground, Iliun waved his hand urgently, telling us to hurry inside.

“Yes, then.”

I nodded and crossed the Main Gate, heading toward the Main Mansion.
Strangely, as I approached the Main Mansion, the tremors shaking the Battlefield began to subside. It felt as though the very ground was welcoming me.

“There are too many people, so it would be best if only the Village Chief entered the Audience Chamber.”

Unable to bring all the people of Bodri Village with me, I entered the Patriarch’s Hall with only the Village Chief, whose face had grown ashen with tension.

“There is no need to be so nervous. The Head of House is a kind man, contrary to the rumors spread across the Continent.”

I assured Glen that there was nothing to fear before opening the doors to the Audience Chamber.

“I pay my respects to the Head of House.”
“I pay my respects to the Head of House!”

As I stood in the center of the Audience Chamber and offered my formal greeting, the Gwangpung Corps and the Cheoljeon Unit knelt behind me.
The swordsmen’s postures were perfectly synchronized, as if they had already become a unified force.

“Rise.”

Glen’s voice carried weight as he gestured with his chin.

“Thank you.”

I bowed once more before straightening.

“Your report contained nothing but notice of your imminent return. What happened?”

Glen raised one eyebrow, his curiosity evident—unusual for him when reviewing reports.

“There were matters difficult to convey in writing.”

I lowered my head, apologizing for making the judgment call personally.

“It matters not. You can tell me now.”

Glen leaned forward from the Jade Throne, his back lifting from the seat as he inclined his upper body toward the Platform below.

“Then I shall explain. When the Gwangpung Corps arrived at Bodri Village, the grassland and the village were already completely covered in violet demonic energy. We first rescued the Cheoljeon Unit and….”

I began my explanation by looking up at the platform, starting with how I had saved the Cheoljeon Unit. Glen’s lips trembled with anticipation as his crimson eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Hmm….”

Chafran, the Village Chief of Bodri Village, slowly raised his gaze as he listened to my words.
Upon the platform covered in a crimson carpet sat a man upon a golden throne. Glen Zigheart—a giant who stood at the pinnacle of the world, though we were of similar age, unlike myself in my lowly station. He was said to be kind, but the rumors I had heard of Glen Zigheart spoke only of a cold-blooded man, and my heart trembled with tension.

‘He said he was kind, but his gaze is so frightening… Hmm?’

As I swallowed dryly and gazed at Glen, his trembling lips and eyes seemed strangely familiar.

‘That expression is just like….’

The look I have when I see my grandson.

Each time Raon spoke of his own deeds and the Gwangpung Corps’ exploits, Glen’s lips quivered and his ears flushed red.

Every time Raon spoke of his own accomplishments and the Gwangpung Corps’s exploits, Glen Zigheart’s mouth corners trembled and his earlobes flushed red.
‘I see.’

Perhaps all people are the same.

Chafran drew a faint smile and nodded. Now that he understood what kind of person Glen was, the nausea that had threatened to overwhelm him began to subside.

“…When I pierced through that deception and severed the rock, what appeared was Drek the Sword Demon, the master of Sablack.”

I paused for a moment as I spoke of encountering the Sword Demon.

“The Sword Demon?”

The golden armrest of the throne gripped in Glen’s hand crumpled like paper.

“Yes. Through the Black Tower’s sorcery, he had become a monster of deception that transcended the Divine Continent Five Regions’ standards and attacked us.”

“S-so what happened next? How did it turn out!”
“A Sageomma that has strengthened its morale…”
“W-well, so what’s next? What’s going on!”

Serena, the Master of the Gonggeom Unit, and Latein, the Master of the Jeongeom Unit—voices I had only ever heard in passing—finally spoke up for what seemed like the first time.
Both of them fixed me with burning gazes, as if urging me to continue with what came next.

“Someone must have helped you. No matter how far your nephew has transcended, defeating the Sword Demon would be impossible on his own.”

Valdemar smacked his lips, clearly curious about who had lent their aid.

“The Sword Demon was….”

I swept my gaze across the now-silent Audience Chamber before turning my eyes forward, my lips parting slowly.

“I cut him down myself.”

Kuuuuuung!

The moment those words left my mouth, a deafening crash erupted from the platform above, as if something were shattering.

When I lifted my gaze, the golden Jade Throne with its legs torn clean away was soaring through the air behind Glen, whose face had twisted into an expression of utter shock.

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