The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 916

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Chapter 916

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue while gazing at the shattered middle layer of the Dark Tower.

‘Even with my full power, I couldn’t break it all.’

Despite striking the wall—already cracked by Chamber’s magic—with all my strength, I hadn’t managed to destroy the entire middle layer. The wall itself was far too durable; attacking it seemed pointless.

-The higher you ascend, the more the demonic energy is compressed to its absolute limit. Even if the quality is slightly inferior, the sheer quantity is overwhelmingly vast. You won’t be able to break through with your current power.

Wrath shook his head, warning me not to waste strength needlessly.

‘Something…’

I narrowed my eyes, looking at the hand gripping the Heavenly Sword.

‘I thought it would work.’

Since entering the Dark Tower’s dimension, I’d felt myself growing stronger bit by bit. Even if it wasn’t growth in martial arts itself, I’d believed the power of wrath would be more than sufficient to shatter the wall. Yet it seemed I’d been too optimistic.

-It’s true that you’re devouring demonic energy through the True Demon King’s wrath, but you lack sufficient time.

Wrath snorted, telling me to get my head on straight.

-The only one who can destroy the upper layers of this tower right now is that mage pretending to be small.

He pointed to Chamber, who was erasing the demonic energy of this dimension.

-Of course, since we don’t know when that one inside the tower might emerge, there’s no helping it.
‘That’s true.’

I exhaled a short sigh.

‘It’s unfortunate.’

Chamber had said that the Black Tower Master might launch a surprise attack, so she couldn’t use powerful magic when he wasn’t visible. In the end, there was no choice but to enter directly and sever the throats of the Mages.

-But…

Wrath frowned as he gazed at the top layer of the tower obscured by black mist.

-The aura over there is strange.
‘Strange aura?’
-Ever since you entered this dimension, the flow of demonic energy has accelerated dramatically. That Black Tower Master seems to be preparing something.

He shook his hand, saying the flow of demonic energy was becoming twisted.

‘What could it be?’

I bit my lip as I examined the top layer of the tower.

-As I’ve said before, the True Demon King doesn’t know much about sorcery or magic.

Wrath lowered his brow, telling me not to expect detailed information from him.

-But it’s certain that the mole hiding up there is scheming something.
‘You wouldn’t speak nonsense…’

I glared at the black mist and tightened my grip.

‘I need to enter as quickly as possible.’

I wanted to draw the Black Tower Master and the Mages out of the Dark Tower, but it seemed we would have to enter that tower ourselves.

“Chamber!”

I called out toward the sky, and Chamber descended as if she had been waiting.

“I have something to tell you.

I relayed to her what I had just heard from Wrath.

“You felt it too?”

Chamber’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“How is your perception even functioning like this…?”

She was astounded that she—who had only just earned the right to call herself a Transcendent—could read through the Black Tower Master’s schemes.

“Did you sense it as well, Chamber?”

Raon observed Chamber, who let out a hollow laugh.

“Yes.”

Chamber surveyed the entirety of the Black Tower, her lips curling thoughtfully.

“That Black Tower Master is condensing demonic energy with extraordinary subtlety.”

She nodded, noting that the flow of demonic energy had shifted.

“I’m not entirely certain what spell it is, but something massive is coming.”

Chamber exhaled a long breath, echoing the same sentiment as Wrath.

“However, it also means the Black Tower Master was greatly flustered by this assault. We must reach the Top Layer where he resides before that spell completes.”

She crunched on a candy, confident that blocking that spell alone would secure victory.

“Then time is the deciding factor, isn’t it?”

Raon gazed at the Black Tower with a cold expression.

“Precisely. We’re essentially inside a tiger’s mouth right now. Before it closes its jaws, we must extract its teeth and sever its tongue.”

Chamber’s eyes narrowed as she acknowledged that if they failed to stop the Black Tower Master’s spell, everyone here could be in mortal danger.

“Would it not be possible for the Archmage to strike first?”

Karun, who had drawn near, tilted his head toward Chamber.

“The Black Tower Master is hidden while my position is completely exposed. If he’s clever, he could ambush me even while activating his current spell.”

Chamber shook her finger, indicating that the situation was disadvantageous for them.

“So you go in first.”

She smiled faintly and placed a blue candy into the inner pocket of her uniform.

“I’ll delay the completion of the Black Tower Master’s magic from here.”

Chamber entered the Dark Tower and waved her staff, opening a path.

“Understood.”

I grasped the pocket containing the candy and nodded. It seemed this was the only option available now.

“Karun, I’m counting on you as well.”

Chamber handed a blue candy to Karun as well. It wasn’t an ordinary sweet—it appeared to be a special artifact.

“I will ensure you meet the Black Tower Master without fail.”

Karun thumped his chest reassuringly and nodded.

“Then I’m counting on you.”

Chamber placed a fresh candy in her mouth and vanished into the black mist leading to the top layer of the tower.

“We’ll go in first, so follow behind and recover your strength as you go.”

Karun announced he would keep the path open and leaped into the middle layer he had just broken through. The Central Intelligence Agency’s swordsmen followed him in a single surge, penetrating the middle layer in an instant.

“Let’s go!”

Martha swung her sword-wielding hand, urging them to move quickly.

“Getting there isn’t the problem, but these monsters keep pouring out of the tower.”

I frowned, gazing into the darkness behind the tower. Whether it truly connected to the Demon Realm or not, monsters continued to emerge endlessly even after I had slain Mage Commander Zeple.

“If they push in from behind, there’s a real possibility we could be annihilated.”

If the higher-ranking demons inside the Dark Tower attacked while an endless tide of monsters surged from behind, their escape route could be cut off, putting them in danger as well.

“Leave this to us!”

Third Prince Greer raised his sword, which gleamed with azure light.

“Not a single creature will enter this tower!”

He struck his chest as if asking them to trust him.

“Owen came to aid Zigheart and Valcar, so I’ll leave the main course to you.”

Duke Tartan also grinned, saying he would block the entrance.

“Then I’ll trust you both.”

Both Third Prince Greer and Duke Tartan were trustworthy individuals and formidable warriors. Leaving our backs to them, I ascended toward the middle layer of the Dark Tower.

‘The air is foul here.’

The demonic energy flowing through the tower’s interior was incomparably more oppressive than outside. Yet possessing Wrath as I did, my body felt lighter than it had been outside the tower.

“Let’s go!”

At Martha’s cry, the warriors of Gale Wind Hall followed me into the middle layer of the tower. The swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall also seemed largely unaffected by the demonic energy.

However, the mages of Princess Jeina and Valcar who followed behind us had their faces turning deathly pale from the tower’s demonic energy.

“Are you all right?”

As I checked on the condition of Princess Jeina and Valcar’s mages, I felt a violent shockwave erupt from above. It seemed Karun and the warriors of the Central Intelligence Agency were ascending the tower, slaughtering demons and monsters as they climbed.

“We can manage.”

Princess Jeina nodded with difficulty, her hand trembling as she gripped her staff. Despite her words, it was clear that enduring the demonic energy was not easy.

“No problems here.”

Morel Kazan shook his head as if to say there was nothing to worry about. Of course, he too was not unaffected by the demonic energy—a single tendon was visibly straining on his forehead.

“Then let’s head up.”

I climbed the staircase, repeatedly clenching and unclenching my right fist. Thanks to Karun’s advance preparations, I could ascend quickly without needing to fight.

-What are you doing?
‘Just being in this place fills me with power.’

Demonic energy clung to my body far more intensely than the rage I possessed. And remarkably, only pure demonic essence was being absorbed—without any of the foul impurities.

-Damn it!

Wrath twisted his lips and threw a punch into empty air.

-If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have passed over my wrath!

He ground his teeth audibly, clearly frustrated.

‘Don’t be like that.’

I chuckled and shook my head.

‘It’s not like I’m becoming permanently stronger anyway.’

The demonic energy I was gaining now hadn’t been earned through effort, so it was merely temporary power. There was no reason for Wrath to be so upset.

“But…”

As I climbed higher, I heard Karun’s sword strikes growing increasingly distant, and I furrowed my brow.

“How far is that man planning to destroy on his own?”

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“Sigh…”

Glen gazed out the window and exhaled a heavy breath.

“This unease is almost unsettling.”

Even after sending the Archmage Chamber alongside the transcendent Raon, Karun, and Roen, the trembling in his chest refused to subside. It felt as though something catastrophic was about to unfold.

‘It wasn’t like this at first.’

With the alliance of Zigheart and Valcar, and even Owen’s participation, it seemed there should be no problem regardless of their opponent.

Yet after hearing the plan and receiving word of its success, his stomach suddenly twisted as though he’d swallowed something indigestible.

“It’s because you’re getting old. Just old age.”

Aris Zigheart, who sat perched on the platform, waved her hand dismissively, urging him not to worry.

“Karun’s the same way, but Raon isn’t the type to die in a place like that.”

She spoke with unwavering confidence in Raon, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

“You certainly have a way with words.”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he watched Aris pop a grape into her mouth.

“I trust what I’ve seen and felt. To be honest, I trust Raon more than I trust Chamber.”

Aris spoke with absolute sincerity, tapping her chest with the empty grape stem.

“Don’t spout such nonsense alone.”

Glen turned his gaze back to the window, his lips tightening.

‘Strangely enough, I find myself trusting Raon more as well.’

Though he’d told Aris to stop her foolish talk, he himself harbored a trust in Raon and Karun that rivaled his faith in Chamber. Yet even with that trust, the anxiety refused to dissipate.

“This situation is beyond even my comprehension. If I could, I’d go there myself right now.”

Glen shook his head, lamenting the frustration of his helplessness.

“But have you finished your training already?”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Aris Zigheart again.

“No. I came down to check on my physical condition.”

Aris Zigheart pointed to herself with her finger, mentioning that she had received an examination from Pedrick.

“What did that quack say?”
“He said my body has almost fully recovered. My muscles are building back up too.”

She laughed, saying that both her training and treatment were progressing well.

“So I’m planning to do one more training session before I begin.”

Aris Zigheart retrieved a Dragon heart from her spatial pouch and licked her lips.

“I need to prepare thoroughly to live up to Raon’s expectations.”

She shook her head, wanting to show him that she was fully recovered when Raon returned.

“Casually handing over a Dragon heart like that.”

Glen Zigheart let out a hollow laugh as he gazed at the iridescent Dragon heart.

“Raon isn’t in his right mind either. Of course, neither are you.”
“Where else would such madness come from? It all comes from Father.”

Aris Zigheart raised her calloused finger and pointed it at Glen Zigheart.

“So don’t worry and just wait.”

She cast her gaze toward the window that Glen Zigheart was looking out of and smiled.

“Our nephew will bring everyone back safely.”

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“Hmm?”

I narrowed my eyes as I glanced upward.

‘The sword aura stopped.’

Karun, who had been charging upward like a bull, had come to a halt on the floor directly above, and no more sounds of combat reached my ears. The battle appeared to be over.

“What’s this? We should be near the upper levels by now?”

Burren Zigheart furrowed his brow as he peered through a small opening.

“Did a monster appear that even Junmujeonju couldn’t defeat?”

Martha licked her lips with anticipation.

“There’s no aura….”

Lunan Slion shook his head, noting that both Karun and the Central Intelligence Agency swordsman had stopped moving.

“Let’s ascend quickly.”

I nodded to the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen and ascended the circular staircase with swift footwork. As I climbed the final steps, an expansive space as vast as a training ground revealed itself.

In this grand chamber, spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people lying down, only two doors stood out.

The door on the left was adorned with white feathers arranged like an angel’s wings, while the door on the right bore black horns and bat wings, forming a demonic visage.

“A crossroads.”

Karun turned to face me and gestured with his chin.

“According to the Grand Mage’s instructions, we need to reach the Black Tower Master as quickly as possible through either path, so it would be wise to split our forces.”

He pointed to the door behind us, suggesting we disperse here.

“You decide first.”
“Hmm….”

I nodded and examined both doors carefully. Apart from their different forms, they both emanated the same dense demonic energy.

“I’ll enter through the right door.”

I pointed to the right door with black horns embedded in it. Perhaps because of Wrath and Derus Robert, the demon’s door appealed to me more than the angel’s.

“Then we’ll take the left one.”

Karun stated that they would go left and positioned himself before the door adorned with white feathers.

“What about them?”

He cast his gaze toward Princess Jeina and the mages from Valcar who had followed behind Gwangpung Hall.

“I’ll go this way….”

Jeina’s eyes darted back and forth before she positioned herself behind Gwangpung Hall.

“Then I’ll take the left as well.”

Morel Kazan stated he would accompany Karun and took his place behind the left door.

“A fine choice.”

Karun chuckled softly and opened the Gate of Angels. He started to enter through the door but stopped and looked back at Burren.

“Don’t grow complacent now that you’ve reached Grand Master. Most warriors die because they believed themselves to be strong.”

Karun offered counsel that applied not only to Burren Zigheart but also to Martha and Lunan Slion, then turned away.

“…Congratulations on reaching Grand Master.”

He left those final words without waiting for a response and stepped through the angel’s door. The warriors from the Central Intelligence Agency offered Burren Zigheart warm smiles and followed in his wake.

“That man really can’t keep his thoughts to himself, can he.”

Martha shook her head as she looked at Burren.

“Your father is… wait, are you crying?”

She stared at Burren with wide eyes as tears glistened in his gaze.

“Oh, it’s been so long since I received praise….”

Burren’s emotions spiraled beyond his control as tears streamed down his face like rain.

“I get praised every hour though…?”

Lunan Slion tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn’t understand.

“That’s the strange part!”

Martha shook her head in exasperation.

“Enough of this. Get ready.”

I waved my hand toward Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion.

“The Gale Wind Hall will take the vanguard, and Princess Jeina, please provide support from the middle with the mages. The Iron Formation will handle the rear guard.”

I finished assigning positions and stood before the Demon’s Gate.

“Our primary objective is to reach the Black Tower Master, so it’s part of our plan that some may fall along the way. Remember this, all of you.”
“Understood….”

Princess Jeina exhaled deeply and nodded.

“Of course.”

Trevin laughed as if to say he would handle anything.

“Then we enter.”

I met everyone’s eyes before opening the Demon’s Gate. Even without stepping inside, an intense light flooded forth, and my body felt as though it were lifting weightlessly.

‘What is this?’

I felt my aura growing stronger than when I was in the lower and middle layers. The demonic energy seemed to be absorbing through my skin.

Thud!

Feeling my feet touch the ground, I lifted my gaze and saw a man spreading black wings over a space roughly the size of the Sparring Arena. In his pitch-black grip, he wielded a sword that seemed to embody lightning itself—the mere sight of it seared my eyes.

“Human….”

The being who had transcended humanity turned its gaze toward me, rolling its black pupils.

-That’s….

Wrath licked his lips as he observed the grotesque male figure.

-A genuine Demon Race member.

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