The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 917

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Chapter 917

‘A true Demon…’

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the Demon with its bizarre aura.

‘The sensation is definitely different.’

Many Demons possessed unusual appearances like the one before me, but few possessed demonic energy as potent as this.

‘Transcendent-grade demonic energy.’

If the Demon fully revealed the power it was concealing, it would likely surpass even Orgos of the Flame Demon Army whom I had encountered before.

-However, there is something peculiar about it, lad.

Wrath smacked his lips briefly.

‘Something peculiar?’
-That bastard is undoubtedly a high-ranking Demon, yet strangely, it doesn’t carry the scent of the Demon Realm strongly.

He narrowed his eyes, suggesting that the Demon seemed to have been born on this land like a human.

“Should I handle it?”

Martha stepped beside me, her sword gripped firmly.

“No. Fall back.”

I shook my head and pushed Martha behind me.

“That one is dangerous.”

The demonic energy the Demon currently displayed wasn’t particularly vast, but the power it concealed was immeasurably enormous. At the very least, it matched Orgos of the Flame Demon Army. Only I could defeat this Demon in this place.

“Human.”

The Demon surveyed the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall and the mages of Valcar before turning his gaze back to Raon.

“What are you?”

He lowered his eyes, which had darkened to an impenetrable black, as if unable to comprehend.

“What do you mean?”

Raon stepped forward toward the Demon and tilted his chin down.

“The aura I sense from you isn’t so distant. It’s almost like….”

The Demon twitched his black fingers as if contemplating something.

“If you’re trying to buy time, I’ll have to decline.”

Raon raised the Heavenly Sword and aimed it at the Demon’s neck.

“I don’t have time for this. You need to step aside.”

Contrary to expectations, I found myself facing a formidable opponent from the start, yet with my current strength, I felt certain I would never lose, regardless of who my enemy was.

“….”

The Demon’s eyes rolled as if lost in thought before he suddenly lowered his pitch-black arm.

“Normally, I should perish here, but I find myself curious to observe a little longer.”

He stepped back and unfurled his black wings.

Whoooosh!

The Demon wrapped his body within his massive wings and vanished as a torrent of black light.

“What—what just happened?”

Burren Zigheart’s mouth fell open in bewilderment.

“Did he get scared of Raon?”

Martha examined Raon from head to toe, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

“An idiot…?”

Lunan Slion blinked, equally perplexed.

“Perhaps he needed the restroom urgently. I sometimes do the same thing….”

Dorian rubbed his hands together as if he understood perfectly.

‘Wrath.’

I narrowed my eyes, watching the empty space where the Demon had vanished.

‘Did that Demon just see you?’
-How would a lowly creature like that know what even the other Demon Lords don’t? It must have sensed my aura resonating with the demonic energy in this place.

Wrath shook his head, remarking that the Demon was perceptive.

‘If it sensed your aura, shouldn’t it have bowed?’
-Unlike Balrog, who is obsessed with combat, Demons possess diverse thoughts and values like humans. It’s common for them to challenge me without bowing, or to flee without a backward glance.

He waved his hand, explaining that Demons, like humans, came in many varieties.

-That one didn’t flee—it seems to be contemplating something else.

Wrath quickly scanned left and right, urging caution.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As the Demon vanished, a doorway rose from the ground where it had stood—a passage to the next level.

“Let’s ascend.”

I walked toward the newly emerged doorway, exhaling a breath tinged with demonic energy.

“For now, even if the path ahead were the jaws of a tiger, we have no choice but to enter.”

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Karun’s eyes narrowed as he observed the blonde woman standing before him.

‘An angel…’

Just like the gate he had seen before entering this place, the blonde woman standing before him had wings made of white feathers sprouting from her back, and wore a golden crown upon her head. She was the very image of an angel from the tales of old.

‘I sense no demonic energy.’

Unlike the other demons, the angel regarded me with a holy aura surrounding her. Her gaze was so warm that I felt as though I were standing in a Cathedral rather than on a Battlefield.

‘Angels aren’t exactly good either, though.’

Since Derus Robert had summoned an Archangel, the angels were no different from enemies—not just the Demons. Especially, I could not trust the angels within the Black Tower.

“You’ve endured quite a difficult battle.”

The angel smiled gently and spread both her arms wide.

“You may rest comfortably here. No one will raise a sword against you.”

She nodded, inviting us to remain with her in this place.

“Who are you?”

Morel Kazan stepped forward and raised his staff.

“My name is Peridot. I have descended here to free you all from your fate.”
“Fate?”

Karun lowered his brows as he looked at Peridot.

“Yes. If you ascend any further, you will all perish.”

Peridot extended her hand, saying she had come to prevent everyone’s death. Upon seeing her smile, a desire bloomed within me—to cease fighting and remain in this place.

“Hmm….”

Morel Kazan’s hand trembled around his staff, struggling to maintain his composure beneath Peridot’s smile.

“Lady Peridot….”
“If she says so, we should stop.”
“Lord Gale Wind Hall Master. Perhaps we should withdraw here.”
“You’re right. Let’s leave this to the Gale Wind Hall Master and wait here.”

Even the swordsmen of the Central Intelligence Agency, renowned for their mental fortitude, lowered their blades as if enchanted by Peridot’s smile, urging cessation of combat.

“Did I say I was dying?”

Karun ignored the throbbing headache and stepped forward toward Peridot.

“It is not only you, Lord Karun.”

Peridot clasped her hands together, her smile turning bitter.

“Everyone here will perish at the top layer of this Tower.”

She shook her head, saying she did not wish to witness such a hell.

“It’s true—I fear death. Battlefields have always terrified me.”

Karun relaxed his grip on his sword and nodded.

“But if my death can contribute to Zigheart, I will gladly offer this life.”

He clenched his teeth and brought his blade down toward Peridot’s neck.

Whoooosh!

A sharp cutting sound pierced the air as Peridot’s head fell away, and golden blood fountained from her silken neck.

“If an angel blocks the path, I will slay the angel. If a god blocks the path, I will cut down the god to ascend.”

Karun wiped the angel’s blood from his cheek and exhaled deeply.

“Ah….”
“L-Lord Karun!”
“What are we doing right now….”

The Central Intelligence Agency swordsmen snapped to attention, their eyes widening at Peridot’s death.

“It’s done. Let’s head back up….”

Karun was gesturing to the Central Intelligence Agency swordsmen when it happened.

Whoooosh.

A pristine white aura rose from Peridot’s lifeless body, and as if time itself had reversed, her form restored to the moment before death.

“You’re far more direct than I’d heard.”

Peridot smiled gently and nodded.

“But you will come to regret the choice you’ve made this day.”

With those words, she dissolved into white light and vanished.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As the angel completely disappeared, a doorway opened in the ground, leading to the next level.

“Regret, you say….”

Karun chuckled softly and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t leave regrets behind.”

He ascended the staircase without hesitation, paying no mind to Peridot’s words.

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Raon reached the next floor and clenched his fist.

‘I’ve grown stronger again.’

As I encountered the demonic energy of the upper floor, my own aura had become even more potent than when I was in the middle layer. It seemed I had become far more adept at utilizing the demonic energy here than the demons of the Black Tower.

-Damn it!

Wrath gnashed his teeth watching this.

-How does this bastard receive rewards everywhere he goes!

He pounded his own chest, lamenting how fortunate the fellow was.

‘But…’

I tapped Wrath’s arm as he threw his tantrum and turned to look behind me.

‘That aside, why are the Gwangpung Hall members unharmed?’

The demonic energy of the upper floor was more than twice as oppressive as the middle layer. The air itself felt more saturated with demonic energy than oxygen, yet the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall moved about much the same as they had below.

‘But others aren’t like that.’

Meanwhile, the mages of the Cheoljeon Unit and Valcar, who had only recently entered Gwangpung Hall, were breathing heavily as they struggled against the demonic energy.

-It’s natural since they were with the True Demon King.

Wrath furrowed his brow as if asking what I was questioning.

-Not as long as you and the True Demon King were together, but those children have also been exposed to wrath for quite some time. Even if the influence isn’t great, they’ve been tainted by wrath little by little, so it’s only right they endure this level of demonic energy.

He lifted his chin proudly, as if the wrath he had exposed was protecting them.

-Besides, those whom the True Demon King saved can likely utilize this demonic energy as well.
‘That makes sense.’

Hearing Wrath’s explanation, I understood why the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall endured the demonic energy so well. Because they had been exposed to wrath like me, they could withstand the demonic energy.

‘Thank goodness.’

I felt pleased knowing that the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall could demonstrate their worth. With quickened steps, I ascended the staircase rapidly, and a massive stone wall touching the ceiling came into view.

‘Spacious.’

Unlike the Middle Layer, an extraordinarily vast space stretched before us, and all sides were sealed by thick walls. The first space of the Upper Floor appeared to be a Maze.

“What? This is possible?”

Martha let out a hollow laugh upon seeing the Maze, whose spatial dimensions differed entirely from the lower levels.

“I’ve heard the Upper Floor of the Dark Tower is a completely different world. A Maze wouldn’t be strange at all.”

Burren furrowed his brow, remarking that the Upper Floor of the Dark Tower was a space beyond comprehension and logic.

“Solid….”

Lunan ran his hand along the Maze’s wall and clicked his tongue briefly.

“Let me try.”

Trevin stepped forward and unleashed a full-force strike against the Maze’s wall.

Boom!

A violent impact erupted, yet not a single crack appeared on the Maze’s wall. It seemed extraordinarily durable, though not quite at the level of the Dark Tower’s outer walls.

“Deliberately trying to waste our time?”

I swept my blade across the Maze’s wall and chuckled softly.

“This is rather irritating.”

Since the Demon hadn’t fled without buying time, it seemed they were now attempting to delay us by creating this Maze. It felt as though they were mocking us, and a bitter laugh escaped me.

“It’s our turn now.”

Jeina stood at the entrance of the Maze and extended her staff.

“There are spells that help find paths through mazes. I learned one long ago but forgot about it—finally, I have a chance to use it.”

She smiled and began chanting the spell to navigate through the maze.

Whoooooosh!

A crimson light bloomed from the tip of Jena’s staff and spread across the entire maze. However, the light faded before it could even penetrate halfway through the labyrinth.

“What happened?”

Martha approached Jena with a furrowed brow.

“The demonic energy is too thick—my mana couldn’t reach all the way through.”

Jena sighed, explaining that the demonic energy on the upper floor was interfering with the spell’s execution.

“Sigh, nothing’s working properly.”

Martha clicked her tongue, looking down at Jena.

“Ugh!”

Jena raised her shoulders indignantly, but finding nothing to say, she merely bit her lip.

“Don’t say it like that. The demonic energy really is dense here, after all.”

Burren shook his head as he peered into the maze.

“Even if I send ice, it will take considerable time. It’s far too vast….”

Lunan Slion lowered his hand, realizing that freezing the ground to find a path would be equally difficult.

“Whether we use magic or aura, it seems we’ll have to enter and solve it ourselves.”

Mark Goeten scratched his head with a look of regret.

“Then perhaps we should enter quickly.”
“No.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“That will take too long.”

Even if Chamber was blocking the way, there was no time to search for a path through this maze. I had to use a different method to traverse it as quickly as possible.

“Then what do you plan to do?”

Trevin narrowed his eyes as if asking whether there was a way.

“There is. A very crude method.”

I brought the Heavenly Sword raised above my head down in a single motion.

Kwuaaaaaaang!

The heavy sword strike blooming from the blade shattered not only the wall before us, but the maze walls beyond it as well.

“You’re destroying it?”

Trevin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Not even a scratch appeared when I struck it with all my strength?”

He trembled as he examined the collapsed wall.

“It’s not that difficult. I can see the exit’s location from here. Let’s go this way.”

As I crossed over the shattered wall and brought the sword down again, the thick maze walls crumbled like dominoes.

“You call that not difficult?”

Burren shook his head in exasperation.

“Hey! You still have to fight above, but you’re wasting too much strength!”

Martha also blocked the way, urging me to conserve my power for the battles ahead.

“Right. I’ll conserve….”

Lunan also waved his hand, telling me to step back.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t consume much strength.”

I laughed, pointing to the faint aura enveloping the Heavenly Sword.

“I used a bit of demonic energy.”

Unlike the outer walls of the Black Tower, where demonic energy had condensed over decades, the Maze’s walls were simple enough to cleave through without difficulty.

Boom!

I ultimately shattered all the Maze’s walls and reached the exit leading to the next floor.

-This is the first time I’ve seen someone brute-force their way through the Maze.

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

-Any other bastard would’ve been drained dry, but of all things, demonic energy.

He clicked his tongue, lamenting the Maze’s master’s misfortune.

“If you’ve destroyed this much, you must be somewhat weakened now.”

As I prepared to ascend to the next floor, a Demon clad in gray armor emerged from behind the exit. Excluding the Demon I’d encountered just below, he possessed the strongest aura of any Demon I’d faced thus far.

“I am Kabur, the floor master of the Upper Floor….”

A crimson line was drawn across the bridge of the Demon’s nose as he introduced himself. No—not just his nose. His entire body was being split in half.

“Wh-what?!”

The Demon grasped at the wound pouring blood, but he couldn’t hold together a wound that bisected his entire body. Crimson blood sprayed forth as his form began to cleave in two.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

The Demon sank into his own Maze without even finishing his name.

“Forgive me, but I have no time to play with minions. The only ones who interest me are your tower masters.”

Raon wiped the blood from his blade and ascended to the upper floor.

“….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall and the mages of Valcar followed in his wake, their mouths hanging open in shock at his overwhelming power.

Whoosh.

In the maze left behind by all who had departed, only the eerie sound of water remained—the master’s blood dripping down.

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