The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 910

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Chapter 910

I slowly closed my eyes.

‘It’s beginning to spread gradually.’

I could feel Chamber’s energy, emanating from the necklace Lencia wore, flowing toward the artifact that formed the Five-Star Formation.

“Hmm….”

Lencia examined her own body and blinked her green eyes.

“The pain isn’t that severe? It’s bearable!”

She touched the black heart protruding from her waist and laughed.

“It’s fine for now, but it will become much worse soon.”

I shook my head with a bitter gaze. The mana was still spreading, so it was manageable now, but the moment the Five-Star Formation connected, Lencia would experience excruciating pain.

“It’s okay! I can endure as much as needed! Because we’re together.”

Lencia squeezed my hand tightly and drew a faint smile. She seemed to be steeling her resolve, thinking of her younger siblings.

“Lencia….”

Lunan heard Lencia’s words and pressed his lips firmly together.

“That kid is making me tear up.”

Martha furrowed her brows deeply as she looked at Lencia.

-The True Demon King shall henceforth call that little one an old soul!

Wrath smacked his lips, having decided on Lencia’s new nickname as “old soul.”

‘It does suit her, but she’ll probably hate it.’

I shook my head, saying that Wrath’s suggestion was not ideal.

-Hmph. If the True Demon King has decided, then it is settled.

Wrath snorted, as if the decision was already made.

-However, the movement of mana is quite swift.

Wrath rolled his eyes, noting that the mana was moving faster than anticipated.

-For something created in haste, it is a spell of considerable caliber.
‘After all, it was crafted by the Grand Mage and her disciples, who worked through the night.’

Montiro was a sprawling city befitting a tourist destination.
To envelop this vast expanse of land and sea with magical formations as swiftly as possible, Chamber and Valcar’s mages had labored without sleep to develop the spell.

-This is promising.

Wrath gazed upward into the void and smacked his lips briefly.

-To witness those vile creatures who desecrate demonic power crumble to dust…

His blue eyes gleamed with fury—he still harbored profound rage toward the Black Tower.

‘I feel the same way.’

I nodded with calm eyes.

‘I want to destroy them all without leaving a single trace.’

I had believed that even in Oma, there were people of integrity—like the Demon King of the Nambuk Alliance or Grandfather of the Holy Sword Association.

But the Black Tower and Derus Robert were exceptions.

Those two forces had abandoned their humanity and become demons stained by the very word “demon.”
It was right to eliminate them all without sparing a single soul.

-Your wrath, too, seems to have finally ripened.

Wrath drew a faint smile, saying it was a rage he quite liked.

‘My rage from the beginning….’

I started to speak Derus’s name but stopped, turning my gaze to the right instead.

‘Now we’ve reached the edge.’

I felt Chamber’s mana flowing from the heart of Montiro touch the artifact forming the five-pointed star pattern. This was where the real beginning started.

“Ugh….”

Lencia bit her lip with her head bowed, finally beginning to feel the pain.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

I transferred Glacia’s frost to Lencia, using the cold to halve her suffering while suppressing the black heart.

‘This is no simple task either.’

I had to maintain the magical circle’s core stably while also caring for Lencia, so I couldn’t move a single step from this fountain.

The moment someone touched me, I would cough blood and collapse.

-Are you truly certain about this?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed with concern.

‘Yes.’

I nodded without hesitation, drawing a subtle smile as I looked at Lunan and Martha sitting across from me.

‘The ice cream girl and beef girl you love so much will protect me.’

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“Lencia….”

Martha bit her lip as she watched Lencia endure such excruciating pain.

‘Every time I see that child, I’m reminded of my own childhood.’

When the White Blood Cult massacred her village and her mother was kidnapped, she thought she was alone in this world.

Back then, young and weak, she had desperately racked her brains and killed the lowest-ranking Blood Ghosts even with a blade between her teeth.

If she hadn’t met her father when facing death, by now she would have either become a Blood Ghost or died as their prey.

‘No, Lencia has it worse than I did.’

She had been rescued at a younger age than Lencia and entered Zigheart. Though she worried about her mother and her heart ached, her life itself had been prosperous and comfortable.

But Lencia had lived all this time without anyone’s help, carrying only pain.

As she recalled that girl’s life—caring for siblings who didn’t even share her blood, forcing herself to smile—her chest tore with anguish.

“Hey.”

Martha sat on a bench beside the fountain and jerked her chin toward Lunan Slion.

“You’re thinking the same thing as me, aren’t you?”
“Probably….”

Lunan Slion nodded heavily as he watched Lencia tremble violently.

‘What a brave child….’

Far braver than me.

He had been trapped in Sylvia’s grasp for over a decade, caged without ever thinking of escape.

If a savior named Raon hadn’t appeared to open the cage door and launch him into the sky, he would still be unable to imagine breaking free.

Lencia, like him, had been ensnared by the Black Tower’s claws from birth and suffered throughout her life.

Yet she refused to surrender, protecting her siblings and maintaining her gentle nature, always thinking of others first.

She was far braver than I had been—I who had given up on everything and merely remained confined.

‘I will protect her.’

I wanted to see Lencia wear a genuine smile—not a false one, but the innocent, artless smile befitting her age. Though I myself still found smiling awkward.

“Let’s try.”

Lunan Slion clenched his fists, positioning himself before Raon and Lencia.

“No matter what it takes.”
“Of course.”

Martha raised her fist, declaring her resolve.

Thump.

Lunan Slion nodded and extended his fist toward Martha’s.

“I win….”
“You bastard!”

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Inhale.

I opened my eyes slowly.

‘Proceeding smoothly.’

With Lencia as the core, the Five-Star magic circle began to operate, gradually shifting the mana flow throughout Montiro.

-Demonic energy is beginning to manifest.

Wrath finally nodded, confirming that demonic energy was blooming in Montiro.

‘That’s right. The deception is moving too.’

Deception that had never existed in Montiro until now was sprouting from beneath the earth.

It meant that cracks had formed in the magic circle connecting Montiro and the Black Tower.

I turned my gaze to Lencia’s necklace and saw that one-third of the transparent gemstone was now filled with flames.
In just forty more minutes, a dimensional gate leading to the Black Tower would open here.

“Ugh….”

Lencia bit her lip deeply as the pain intensified.

‘It must be agonizing, but she has to endure.’

If Chamber said it was severely painful, then this untrained child was bearing an almost unbearable burden.

I eased Lencia’s suffering somewhat by combining Glacius’s chill with Garunua’s wind.

“Haah….”

Lencia exhaled softly and bent forward, the pain seemingly reduced.

“You did well. Now… hm?”

I was praising Lencia when I suddenly turned my attention elsewhere.

-They’re moving.
‘Already….’

With only twenty-six minutes elapsed, I sensed bustling activity throughout Montiro.

Those with keen senses or powerful demonic cultivators had begun to move.

‘This means they’re stronger than our predictions suggested.’

Chamber had predicted that the demonic cultivators of the Black Tower would discover the problem with the magic circle in about thirty minutes.

But the fact that I noticed it four minutes earlier meant my assessment was correct—these enemies were stronger than we initially thought.

‘So if we contact the Black Tower and discover the connection is severed, that would be around twenty-eight minutes. The actual battle itself would commence at the thirty-minute mark.’

Boom!
Crash!

When the flames in the necklace Lencia wore had filled roughly halfway, I felt shockwaves and explosions erupting throughout Montiro.

Combat. No—the beginning of war itself.

Shing.

Martha and Lunan, sensing it as well, drew their blades from subspace and positioned themselves before and behind Lencia and me.

“Ahhh!”
“What, what is this!”
“Is it war?”
“What’s happening all of a sudden!”

The residents and tourists, bewildered by the sudden turn of events, stood frozen, their eyes darting about in panic.

“It would be wise to leave this place.”
“Head toward the mountain….”

Martha and Lunan pointed with their fingers, directing the residents and tourists toward the evacuation sites we had prepared in advance.

I watched as Lunan and Martha guided the others to safety, my eyes narrowing.

‘It’s begun.’

I felt the warriors protecting Oma and the demons from the Black Tower beginning to clash.
They were all Master-tier or higher, and some of the demons appeared to be at the Grand Master level.

‘Fortunately, they’re not heading this way.’

After the magic circle activated, the aura of the artifacts comprising Oma seemed stronger than the core itself, so all the demons appeared to have rushed toward where Oma was located.

‘Faster than expected, but it doesn’t seem to pose a major problem.’

I sensed the swordsmen from Gale Wind Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency ambushing the Demons from within the crowd of tourists.

The Demons from the Black Tower were moving faster than anticipated, but thanks to our thorough preparations, we were overwhelming them in these small-scale skirmishes.

‘If I can just buy time like this…’
-That won’t be easy, it seems.

Wrath snorted and raised his hand.

Whoosh.

From the direction he pointed, a white-haired man with a greatsword slung across his shoulder and a tall man leaning on a long spear approached.

“So this is the place. No, Lencia was the key.”

Kallop, one of Montiro’s heroes wielding a greatsword, let out a low chuckle.

“How foolish to orchestrate this even after watching your sister dissolve into demonic energy and perish.”

Felix, a hero like Kallop and the one who had transplanted black hearts into people, looked down at Lencia and lowered his chin.

“Ugh…”

Lencia trembled with fear before Kallop and Felix, her small shoulders quivering.

“It’s alright.”

I squeezed Lencia’s trembling hand tighter and shook my head.

“Let’s trust the beautiful older sisters.”

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Martha narrowed her eyes as she watched Felix and Kallop approaching slowly.

‘As strong as I heard.’

I had confirmed the combat prowess of those two through Black Market intelligence. Master-class elite. They were formidable warriors who had ascended to the same realm as myself.

However, that was merely the strength visible on the surface. I had no way of knowing just how much power those bastards were truly concealing.

“Fight as you always do….”

Lunan Slion nodded, as if telling me not to waver and to fight my own battle.

“I know!”

Martha snorted at Lunan Slion. She was frustrating in normal times, but standing behind me like this, she was incredibly reassuring.

“It’s obvious enough. No need for long words. Kill them.”

As Kallop leveled his greatsword, pitch-black demonic beasts erupted from behind him like shadows.

Shrieeeek!

The demonic beasts flashed their ruby-red eyes and surged toward Raon and Lencia.

Boom!

The moment the demonic beasts’ yellow fangs stretched toward Raon, the tourists scattered near the fountain simultaneously drew their blades.

Whoooosh!

They were swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall’s first unit. As if they had been waiting, they burst forth and sliced through every demonic beast targeting Raon and Lencia.

Before the radiant aura of the Master-class warriors, the demonic beasts melted away without leaving a single fragment.

“Zigheart’s Gale Wind Hall? You’ve prepared quite thoroughly.”

Kallop’s eyes narrowed as he observed the emblems inscribed upon the swordsmen’s blades.

“Do you understand what you’re doing right now? Summoning the Black Tower here. Or rather, it’s no different from calling the Demon Realm itself to this place.”

He let out a cold laugh, as if saying they were digging their own graves.

“Kallop. Don’t spout useless words.”

Felix dragged his spear across the ground and shook his head.

“Lencia. I thought you were someone who understood gratitude, but you’ve proven yourself worse than a beast.”

He shot a piercing gaze at Lencia, whose eyes were narrowed as she endured the pain.

“So you wish to walk the same path as your sister? Then I’ll melt your bones and flesh in the demonic energy, just as I did with her.”

Felix unleashed a chilling murderous intent, attempting to frighten Lencia into ceasing her magic.

“Uhhh…”

Lencia trembled more violently than before as memories of her sister’s death flooded back, tears streaming down her face.

“It’s alright.”

I squeezed Lencia’s hand tighter and smiled at her.

“Don’t cry! We’ll crush that bastard for you.”

Martha shattered the Battlefield beneath her feet as she charged forward, bringing her blade down upon Felix. The steadfastness of her Titan Aura infused the sword, radiating a weight as heavy as the heavens.

Boom!

Despite successfully defending against Martha’s strike, Felix couldn’t prevent his ankles from being driven into the ground.

“Kallop.”

Felix called out Kallop’s name, his hand trembling as he gripped his spear.

“Got it!”

Kallop nodded and charged toward the Fountain. Just as his greatsword was about to fall upon Lencia’s head, a wall of ice erupted upward.

Crash!

Kallop’s blade couldn’t shatter the silvery ice wall and remained embedded, completely immobilized.

“If you dare target that child, your head will shatter….”

As Lunan Slion stamped his foot, the battlefield shimmered with silver light, beginning to freeze Kallop’s lower body.

“Ah, so you’re the Rakshasa Woman of Zigheart and the Blue Moon Swordmaster.”

Kallop nodded as understanding dawned on him.

“This won’t be easy. They’re both Master-tier at the highest level.”

He gestured toward Felix.

“I concur. Their martial prowess exceeds what I had heard….”

Felix grunted softly as he was pushed back by Martha’s blade strike.

“Release your demonic energy.”
“About time!”

Before Felix could finish speaking, black wings erupted from his back, and black horns shot up from Kallop’s forehead.

The moment the wings and horns manifested, both their auras surged violently, scorching the mana flowing around them black. It was the aura of Grand Masters.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Martha was repelled and bounced back from Felix’s spear shaft, and the silvery frost that had been pressuring Kallop shattered like dry leaves.

“This is tedious. Let’s end this quickly.”

Demonic energy coalesced at the tip of Kallop’s great sword, summoning an enormous sphere. It was the Kangwhan—proof of a Grand Master’s power.

“Hmm….”

Lunan Slion attempted to defend with a wall of ice, but was forced to stumble backward under the Kangwhan’s destructive force.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Felix likewise wrapped his spear shaft in black flames forged from demonic energy, pressing Martha hard.

“Tch!”

Martha focused on defense rather than offense, forced to deflect the surging black flames.

“You’re not going to get up?”

Felix tilted his head as he looked at me.

“Why would I?”

I opened my eyes slowly and smirked.

“If you stay like that, your precious subordinates will die, won’t they?”

Felix sliced thinly across Martha’s waist, his brows furrowing.

“No, they absolutely won’t die.”

I spoke with certainty, as if I were gazing upon the future itself.

“Ah, so you can’t get up.”

Felix clicked his tongue slowly, as if he’d finally understood.

“An opportunity to kill a Transcendent has fallen into my lap like this.”

He unleashed denser black flames, his eyes gleaming with sinister intent.

“Even if I could get up, I would have entrusted this fight to those two.”

I remained composed, shaking my head slightly.

“The experience those two have accumulated is too valuable to waste on the likes of you.”

I gazed at Martha and Lunan’s backs, a subtle smile crossing my face.

“You trust them enough to stake your life on it? Those women?”

Kallop let out a hollow laugh, as if he found it absurd.

“It’s not about belief.”

I shook my head calmly.

“It’s simply the truth.”
“You really do have a way with words!”

Martha, moved by my words that carried conviction far beyond mere trust, pushed back Felix’s spear with all her strength.

“My heart trembles….”

Lunan Slion wrapped frigid energy around his eight-sided form, erecting a shield capable of withstanding Kallop’s overwhelming force.

Whoooosh.

Martha and Lunan Slion’s eyes, unbroken even before the mighty, began to radiate an increasingly serene brilliance.

Blaze!

Sensing their master’s burning desire to win, vivid radiance ignited across the blades they wielded.

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