The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 920

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Chapter 920

I climbed the staircase leading to the next layer while gazing at my hand gripping the Heavenly Sword.

‘As expected, he’s formidable.’

Karun had grown considerably since I last encountered him, displaying power that exceeded my own. The fact that he even attempted to dismantle my swordsmanship at various points made it clear he hadn’t unleashed his full strength.

‘Of course, I held back as well.’

Unlike Karun, whose power was suppressed by the Dark Tower’s demonic energy, I was actually gaining greater strength.
It would be difficult outside, but had we clashed at full power within the tower, I would have won without question.

‘No, I don’t think I’d lose to anyone—not even Junmujeonju.’

The more I ascended the Dark Tower, the stronger Wrath’s power became. With strength overflowing beyond my control, I was confident I could destroy any opponent.

-You fool!

Wrath suddenly struck the back of my head.

-Don’t be intoxicated by power! You must be even more cautious in times like these!

He furrowed his brow, telling me to regain my senses.

‘I’m sorry…’

I rubbed the back of my head where I’d been struck and lowered my gaze.

‘I became too drunk on power.’

As Wrath said, I shouldn’t have grown arrogant simply because my strength had increased.
Since the power I now possessed wasn’t originally mine, I needed to fight with even greater caution.

‘Wrath truly is a dangerous force.’

The Demon Lords’ powers granted immense strength, but their mental influence was equally profound. I hadn’t realized I could fall prey to the arrogance of believing I could defeat anyone.

‘It’s rare for you to be right.’
-Rare? The True Demon King always speaks only truth!

Wrath raised his hand as if to make me remember this well.

‘I don’t think that’s quite accurate.’

I chuckled softly and stepped onto the final staircase, ascending upward. As I passed through the entrance that fluttered like a curtain, the scent of old books and blood washed over me simultaneously.

‘A library? No, it’s not just that.’

The left side was a meticulously organized library filled with countless books and shelves, while the right side was a dim space as if night had descended, scattered haphazardly with various weapons.

‘The atmosphere is far too different to be on the same floor.’

The library was brilliantly illuminated as if sunlight shone directly upon it, while the space where weapons lay was like a dark chamber where even the faintest light could not penetrate.
Two such contradictory places overlapping created an inexplicable sense of dread.

‘Who is the master of this floor….’

I spread my senses to find the master of this layer, and from above the ceiling, I felt a demonic aura of unimaginable magnitude.
The mere awareness of that presence sent a chill cascading down my spine.

‘It’s above.’

I swallowed hard and lifted my trembling gaze upward.

‘Right above me.’

This upper floor was the Top Layer, and within it existed the Black Tower Master.
As if his preparations were not yet complete, he coiled like a serpent awaiting ascension, drawing in an enormous amount of demonic energy.

-Heh….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed in disbelief.

-No matter how chaotic the demonic energy is, to gather such a quantity… he’s clearly lost his mind.
‘Even you find this shocking?’
-Indeed. If that demonic energy erupts, Montiro itself would be erased from the map. Of course, those fools would all perish as well.

He let out a hollow laugh, saying the situation was far from normal.

‘That’s probably not going to happen.’

A mole too terrified of Chamber to even emerge wouldn’t resort to self-destruction. He was certainly preparing something—a special incantation or magic.

‘I’m furious.’

I glared at the ceiling, grinding my teeth.

‘One of the strongest on the Continent is that kind of creature.’

Watching him toy with countless lives while refusing to reveal himself and simply dragging out time, indignation boiled within my chest. Unlike before, this wasn’t arrogance-tinged emotion—it was pure, righteous fury toward an enemy.
This was genuine wrath, untainted by pride.

“…Truly a Monster.”

Karun exhaled sharply, looking up at the ceiling.

“If we don’t arrive quickly, everything really could end.”

He too seemed to sense the demonic energy the Black Tower Master harbored, his eyes narrowing.

“Yes. We must end this swiftly.”
“I kept saying ‘surely not, surely not,’ but he really did come this far.”

As I turned my gaze toward Karun, a man emerged from behind the bookshelves.
An elderly gentleman with white hair wearing a monocle—save for the rapier at his waist, his benevolent demeanor would have made him seem like an ordinary librarian.

“…That’s why I said we should go down and kill him.”

From the darkness, a Demon in a black robe rose up.
No—not a robe, but darkness itself clung to him; black droplets dripped continuously from his form.

‘Powerful….’

The Black Tower Master’s overwhelming demonic energy had obscured my perception, but these two individuals’ auras were on an entirely different level from any Demons I’d encountered before.
An ethereal nobility—the kind only Transcendents could possess—emanated from them.

“That Demon cloaked in darkness is Sigel, the Vice Master of the Black Tower. Despite his sluggish appearance, he’s proficient in all weapon arts and sorcery. He’s not called the Black King for nothing.”

Karun pointed at the Demon who seemed to merge with the darkness, narrowing his eyes.

‘The Black King Sigel….’

I exhaled softly as I observed Sigel.

‘So I’m meeting a Monster I’ve only heard about in tales.’

Sigel rarely ventured outside the Black Tower, but whenever he revealed himself, he left catastrophic incidents in his wake.

During the era of the Six Emperors, three military forces were annihilated by this single being, and even Owen’s Transcendent who arrived for reinforcements crumbled beneath his hand.

He consumed everything without leaving a single drop of blood or bone fragment, leaving only blackened earth in his wake—which was why Sigel earned the epithet of the Black King.

“A monocle and a rapier….”

Jeina trembled as she gazed at the elderly man with the monocle, her lips turning pale.

“That man is Gareth. He’s the butler who raised the current Black Tower Master and his only family. I’ve heard he still manages all the inner affairs of the Black Tower, but for him to be here….”

She swallowed hard, saying that Gareth wielded even greater influence over the Black Tower than the Black King himself.

“A name I’ve heard before.”

I nodded and gazed at Gareth.

‘He was said to manage all the Black Tower’s affairs.’

Unlike Sigel, the Black King who displayed overwhelming military might, Gareth was the Chief Steward who managed the human and material resources within the Black Tower. As the butler who raised the Black Tower Master and a transcendent being, his power was said to exceed even that of the Vice Tower Master.

‘They’re all gathered here.’

The two individuals most likely to obstruct me when striking at the Black Tower Master were assembled in this place—fortune seemed to smile upon us.
If I eliminated only Gareth and the Black King, none would remain to stand against us.

“This is the last chance I’m giving to you trash.”

Gareth, the Demon Thunder, lifted his monocle slightly and shook his head.

“If you cross this line, I’ll drill a hole through your skull.”

He stepped forward in front of the bookshelf as if to block the path, tilting his chin upward. Like one who had raised the Black Tower Master, arrogance flowed from him in abundance.

“…Troublesome, but unavoidable.”

Sigel, the Black King, clicked his tongue briefly and dragged his limp body forward to block the path as well.

“If you do not cross this line, I shall grant you the mercy of preserving that wretched life of yours.”

As Gareth flicked his finger, a thin but deep line was etched into the floor.

“The butler who raised the Black Tower Master…”

I clicked my tongue slowly as I observed Gareth.

“Will that mole show his face once you’re dead?”

With a cold sneer, I stepped across the line Gareth had drawn.

Whoooosh!

The moment my foot touched the ground, the rapier’s blade from Gareth’s waist was already rushing toward the space between my brows.
True to his epithet of Demon Thunder, it was a shockingly swift strike.

But it did not exceed my reaction speed. I arched my waist backward and deflected the blade just before it touched my forehead.

Crash!

The wall behind me, struck by Gareth’s blade in my stead, bore a massive hole as if hammered by a sledge. The power was as terrifying as the speed.

“Dodging will only compound your pain.”

Gareth’s eyes narrowed as he extended his hand, and the rapier’s blade, now even faster, drove toward my throat.
At a speed invisible to the eye, I read the trajectory and struck it away diagonally.

Clang!

The Heavenly Sword and rapier collided, sending a shockwave that toppled the bookshelves and sent volumes cascading to the floor.
Gareth’s blade strike was far more than merely swift—the power coursing through it was so formidable that my hand trembled even as I gripped my weapon.

“There’s something odd about you….”

Gareth furrowed his brow, clearly intent on ending this quickly, and thrust his rapier forward in rapid succession.
The pressure from his shockingly fast and devastating strikes was so intense that even without making contact, my entire body ached as though pierced by countless thorns.

Clang!

I stepped into the Harmony of Heaven and Earth stance, effortlessly deflecting Gareth’s incoming blade. Under normal circumstances, it would have been far more difficult, but the martial prowess and heightened senses I’d cultivated since arriving here made it possible.

“Are you really the one who raised the Black Tower Master? You’re far too weak. Did you only look at the paperwork?”

I taunted Gareth roughly and stepped forward. I spun the Heavenly Sword’s blade faster than his rapier, exerting tremendous pressure against him.

“What… what is this….”

Gareth’s eyes widened in shock as he found himself unable to match my speed and instead found himself overwhelmed by my swordsmanship.

“…Arrogant bastard.”

As I pivoted to the right to cut across Gareth’s waist, the Black King Sigel unleashed a torrent of dark energy.
Demonic aura writhed like octopus tentacles, curling toward my ankles to ensnare me.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes and drew the Soul Reaper Sword. Just as I prepared my defense, a blue blade erupted from behind me, cleaving through Sigel’s demonic aura.

“Leave this one to me.”

Karun stepped into the darkened space and thrust his blade toward Sigel’s throat.

Clang!

Sigel blocked Karun’s strike with his hand wreathed in rippling demonic energy, but his expression darkened with displeasure at the situation.

“Reliable as always.”

Having just fought Karun and witnessed his strength firsthand, I didn’t bother glancing back. Instead, I turned my attention once more to Gareth.

“So there’s no one left to help you now?”

I twisted my jaw to one side, warping my expression into a cruel smile.

“Ah, one remains. Why don’t you beg for your life from the mole you’ve raised? We wouldn’t even dare approach out of fear, though.”

I chuckled softly, waving my hand up and down mockingly.

“Shut your mouth!”

Gareth stomped his feet roughly, enraged that I would insult the Black Tower Master he had cultivated.
Black horns sprouted from his white forehead, and demonic energy that seemed woven from lightning wrapped around his entire body. It appeared he was channeling the Tower’s demonic power to unleash his full strength.

“They say you have to strike the ground to make a mole appear…”

I sneered at the demon-transformed Gareth and drove the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword into the ground.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

A blue moon rose above the collapsed Library, and a crimson sun bloomed within the pitch-black darkness.

“Once you’re dead, the Black Tower Master will show his face too.”

I pulled the divine and demonic blades from the blackened earth and snapped my fingers.

“It is you who will die!”

Gareth rushed forward as a black flash, enveloped in pitch-black lightning. His blade moved faster than sound itself, reaching my left chest in an instant—a speed that transcended perception.

‘I can see it.’

But I had already witnessed his swordsmanship before, so I was reading not the speed, but the trajectory of his technique.

Clang!

I brought down the demonic blade I had positioned above my neck, striking down Gareth’s rapier that sought to pierce my heart.

Kuuuung!

Gareth’s blade struck the ground, shattering the library floor completely. The violent impact sent books spiraling upward, their pages tearing as they obscured my vision.

“They say moles have poor eyesight but keen hearing, yet your moles seem to have lost their ears too? Still nothing?”

I brushed aside the books blocking my view and curled my lips into a smirk.

‘The provocation is working.’

Gareth took pride in having raised the Black Tower Master, and since he had never been mocked before, he was falling directly into my trap.

“Could it be that you’ve already abandoned them and fled….”
“Shut your mouth!”

Gareth thrust his rapier forward with his wrist held rigid. Crimson brain energy flickered as an uncountable barrage of sword strikes poured toward me.

Paaaaang!

He unleashed blade after blade, forgetting even to breathe. The strikes were devastatingly powerful yet blindingly fast, and my waist and thigh were sliced open, spraying crimson blood.

Had I reacted even slightly slower, it would have been my heart pierced, not my waist. Clearly, this was an opponent I could not afford to underestimate.

“You’re not someone who can insult him!”

Gareth’s eyes blazed with bloodshot determination as he continued thrusting his blade, refusing to relinquish the advantage he had seized.
It was as though endless lightning filled the sky, pouring down without cessation.

Kyagyagyagyagyakang!

I narrowed my eyes as I blocked Gareth’s strikes with the Flame Wall.

‘Now I can read it.’

Gareth’s blade had indeed become faster and stronger, but its fundamental nature remained unchanged.
I opened the Mental World inscribed with ten thousand swords and stepped into the tempest of blade strikes that Gareth unleashed.

Kugugugugugu!

The divine sword wreathed in crimson flames seeped into the blood-red lightning. Though neither swift nor forceful, my blade stroke caused Gareth’s demonic energy to crumble helplessly, as if confronting its natural predator.

Screeeech!

The demon sword, scattering silver frost in its wake, burrowed deeper and carved a deep gash across Gareth’s chest.

Splurrrgh!

Gareth’s chest split open lengthwise, and black blood erupted from the wound.

“How is this possible…?”

His lips trembled with disbelief.

“Your blade no longer works on me.”
“Nonsense!”

As Gareth roared, the horns sprouting from his forehead grew thicker and more pronounced.
As if abandoning his humanity entirely, he drenched his entire body in demonic energy and thrust his rapier forward relentlessly.

Boom boom boom boom!

When the demonic energy concentrated at the rapier’s tip exploded, it felt as though a colossal spear—powerful enough to topple the entire Dark Tower—was being hurled toward me.

Kuuuuung!

I threw myself into the expanding explosion of demonic energy. Crossing the divine sword raised above with the demon sword lowered below, I unleashed a river of crimson and azure.

Even the mightiest explosion loses its force when contained within water. The blade strike of demonic energy that Gareth had unleashed with his life on the line was buried within the red and blue aura, sinking slowly away.

“This… this is impossible…”

I approached the astounded Gareth and extended my divine sword. Just as I was about to sever his neck with the flame-engulfed blade, the ceiling collapsed with a torrent of pitch-black energy.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

A black wave—darkness itself—surged forward, and above it, crimson eyes emerged.
An evil that transcended humanity and surpassed even Demons. Now it was a monstrosity that defied all description.

“Ah….”

Karun’s breath caught as he beheld the entity that had become darkness itself.

‘The Black Tower Master.’

He had ascended only a single layer, yet an aura of such colossal magnitude pressed down upon him that moving even a finger became impossible. The sheer, overwhelming presence seemed to have frozen time itself.

Goooooooh!

The Black Tower Master, enraged by Gareth’s peril, raised a hand wrought of darkness and sought to tear Raon’s throat from his body.

Compared to the god of darkness, Raon’s presence was as faint as a firefly before the sun. I could envision my own throat being ripped away, yet I remained powerless to act.

Thuuuung!

In the instant the hand of darkness—laden with despair—sought to deliver death to the insignificant human, I responded.

Paaaaang!

The demonic blade, wreathed in wrath, swept aside the grasp of darkness, while the divine sword, radiant as the sun itself, traced a golden arc across Gareth’s neck.

Shwaaaaaack!

Gareth’s head severed from his body, and crimson blood cascaded like rain upon the dark expanse below.

“So you reveal yourself only after the rain falls….”

I planted my foot upon Gareth’s corpse and fixed my gaze upon the king of darkness. Crimson lightning, bearing the essence of Glen, flickered across my eyes.

“You were never a mole—merely an earthworm.”

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