The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 931

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Chapter 931

He merely appeared to be a handsome merchant, yet that man was shrouded in an absolute aura that even transcendents could not possess.
Upon meeting those golden eyes that laid bare his desires, a terror and tension that felt as though my heart would burst came crashing down.

‘The Lord of Greed, Grid….’

I pressed my lips firmly together as I gazed at the black-haired, golden-eyed handsome young man.

‘Why is this bastard here?’

That man, who appeared to be a wealthy merchant, was Grid, the Lord of Greed who had descended upon the Shuper Holy Kingdom.
Seeing the monocle that supposedly reflected the true nature of its wearer and the neatly pressed shirt he wore, I recalled the overwhelming force he had displayed back then.

‘This is dangerous.’

Grid is a Demon Lord whom Wrath acknowledges as a worthy rival. Among the lords of the Demon Realm, he stood at the very apex, so even if Chamber and I were in perfect condition, we could not defeat him.

But now I could barely move a finger, and Chamber was receiving treatment from Saint Olga after expending her magic to the brink of death.

Karun too was exhausted from single-handedly holding back Black King Sigel and the higher demons, leaving virtually no chance of victory through combat.

-I had been hoping he wouldn’t show up….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed deeply as he gazed upon Grid.

-As expected, that golden bastard was connected to this tower.
‘What do you mean by that?’

I turned only my eyes to look at Wrath.

-There was a time when someone claiming to belong to this tower appeared and tried to kill you and the True Demon King’s subordinates. He forced the True Demon King himself to step forward.
‘Orgos of the Flame Demon Army?’
-I don’t know his name, but in any case, Grid’s stench wafted from that bastard when we fought. When I entered this place, I caught the scent of money, so I had my suspicions, but it seems I was right.

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly, suggesting that Grid had been nurturing the Black Tower.

‘…I can’t remember.’

Raon furrowed his brow deeply. Since the memory eluded him, it seemed those words had been spoken while he was unconscious.

‘No, regardless of what happened, that’s not what matters right now.’

Now that Grid had revealed himself, whether this place belonged to his faction or not was irrelevant. What mattered was finding a way to escape from here.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Grid tore open the frozen Gate to Demon Realm with his true power and stepped beyond the dimension.
The moment our eyes met, a chilling dread washed over me as if death itself had crept up to my neck. The overwhelming presence was so absolute that my very soul felt distorted.

‘Of all people, it had to be him….’

If it had been Envy instead, there might have been a way to deceive him, but deceiving Grid was impossible.

‘Because of that monocle.’

That monocle Grid wore was a special artifact that revealed the true nature of existence.
Unlike the other Demon Lords, he could see through that monocle that I was not Wrath, so I couldn’t even attempt to act.

“So it’s you again.”

Grid lifted his monocle slightly and twisted his lips into a sneer.

“Wrath’s vessel.”

Even though he had demonstrated combat prowess as the Lord of Wrath, he did not regard me as Wrath himself, but merely as a vessel.
His displeasure was evident in his voice alone, and it felt like needles piercing my chest.

-No matter who you are, deceiving that golden bastard is impossible.

Wrath scoffed as he regarded me.

-That monocle aside, the fact that the True Demon King would end up in such a state because of some worm doesn’t make sense.

He shook his head, saying that this time, deception wouldn’t work.

—Moreover, even if I were to descend, it would not be easy to push that whelp aside.

Wrath furrowed his brow in displeasure.

—Your mind and body are both shattered right now, so even if I descend, it will be difficult for me to exert my full power. Of course, my own strength is not in its normal state either, but….

He exhaled a sigh, lamenting that the situation itself was the worst.

‘No, this is actually better.’
—What?

Wrath’s blue eyes widened in confusion at what I meant.

‘If he accepted me as a vessel, then I should act as a vessel. It’s not that he’s underestimating your strength.’

If Grid had recognized me as Wrath himself, that would be far more problematic. It would expose that Wrath had weakened, so being evaluated as a mere vessel like this was far preferable.

‘Today, it’s best if you don’t emerge and I drive Grid away instead.’

Since my body and mind were currently damaged, if Wrath were to descend, the shock his soul would have to endure would be far greater.
His old wounds hadn’t fully healed either, so I didn’t want to burden him any further.

‘I have a plan of sorts, but I’m not sure if it will work.’

A method to drive Grid away had occurred to me, but there was one crucial element necessary for it.
If the attempt failed and the desired situation didn’t materialize, things would become truly dangerous.

‘For now, I need to buy time.’

I began the preliminary work for my escape and slowly steadied my breathing.

“So this place was indeed under your faction’s control.”

I suppressed my trembling heart with the power of the Ring of Fire and met Grid’s gaze.

“Indeed? You knew?”

Grid’s eyes narrowed in surprise.

“The Lord of Wrath has long said that your foul stench permeates this land. He wrinkled his nose, saying it reeked of dirty money.”

I relayed Wrath’s words to Grid with a slight embellishment.

-Huh?

Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise at my words.

-W-wait, what are you trying to do now…?

He trembled, his jaw quivering with confusion.

“Last time I saw you, you were acting like Wrath. Have you given up now?”

Grid narrowed his eyes, trying to discern my intentions.

“In that state, it seems you cannot summon him?”
“That’s not it.”

I shook my head with serene eyes.

“He sees all and feels all. You are simply not worth his attention while you cower in fear.”

I elevated Wrath with grand praise, lowering my hand with elegant poise.

-W-why are you suddenly praising the True Demon King?! What are you scheming?! I’m uneasy! I’m telling you I’m uneasy!

Wrath leaped about, shaking his head frantically.

[Not even trembling before such a monster! Truly, my master is extraordinary!]

Zircon nodded vigorously in admiration.

-You, stay quiet!

Wrath struck the back of Zircon’s head in displeasure.

[Ugh…]

Zircon rubbed the back of his head, which now bore a lump like a tumor, and hung his head low.

‘As expected…’

I exhaled a deep breath inwardly and clenched my fists.

‘Grid doesn’t want to face Wrath.’

If Grid truly had nothing to fear, my neck would have been severed or my entire body torn apart before I even exited that door.

But he had initiated conversation first to assess my situation. In other words, he was wary of Wrath, who could burst forth at any moment.

‘Exactly as predicted. If I continue to pressure his psyche this way, I can push him back.’

Grid seemed to possess the merchant-like mentality befitting the Lord of Greed.
If I made him aware that fighting Wrath would result in losses, he would likely retreat of his own accord.

“Observing and perceiving everything? That ignorant fool?”

Grid exhaled a scoff of disbelief.

“He is merely enlightened in all things. Incantations, spells—none are necessary. Wherever he treads becomes the path itself.”

Wrath had always said he didn’t understand incantations or sorcery well and used his power instinctively. I elaborated on this with reverence, striking at Grid’s psyche once more.

“Hmm…”

Grid’s eyes narrowed as if he sensed Wrath’s presence through my words.

-Your praise makes my skin crawl! There’s not a shred of sincerity in it!

Wrath flailed his arms, demanding that if I were to speak such words, I inject at least a drop of genuine feeling into them.

‘I wasn’t talking to you. Ignore it.’

Unlike Wrath, it seemed to have struck true with Grid, and I felt satisfied.

-What, you praise the True Demon King and then say it wasn’t meant for me! What kind of nonsense is that!

Wrath ground his teeth in frustration, unable to comprehend what was happening, yet he refused to look away from his concentration.

“Is the Black Tower Master a vessel you cultivated?”

Raon gestured lightly while observing the Black Tower Master’s golden eyes.

“Cultivated? A vessel?”

Grid let out a scoff as if the notion was absurd.

“Hardly. He is merely one of my business partners.”

He shook his head calmly, denying that the Black Tower Master was his vessel or something he had nurtured.

“The one who cultivated the human would be ‘that one’….”

Grid’s eyes narrowed as if recalling something. It didn’t seem like he was speaking to himself.

“That one?”
“You don’t know? It seems your master, who claims to know everything, hasn’t informed you.”

He curled his lips mockingly, as if ridiculing his own words.

“The Lord of Wrath does not concern himself with trivial matters. He merely accepts all things as they are.”

Raon met Grid’s golden gaze directly and straightened his posture.

“If you harbor grievances, come at me. The Lord of Wrath has said he would emerge at this very moment.”

He threw down his gambit with his chin raised high.

“Hmm….”

Grid’s eyes grew quiet, as if attempting to read his thoughts.

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“What… is that?”

Karun’s jaw trembled as he watched the black-haired, golden-eyed youth standing before the Gate to Demon Realm.

‘How can such a monster exist…?’

The Black Tower Master’s demonic energy was terrifying, but the being above him transcended even that.
Merely looking upon him suffocated the breath and crushed the soul. It felt as though this entire world was held within the palm of that man’s hand.

“Ugh…”
“Gah…”
“Ahhh!”

The absolute aura emanating from the black-haired, golden-eyed youth forced the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency to their knees, gasping for breath. The overwhelming difference in power was so severe that many lost consciousness.

“What the hell is he!”
“Damn it. I can’t breathe…”
“Ugh…”

The Grand Masters, including Martha, Burren, and Lunan, barely managed to maintain their composure, though it seemed they wouldn’t be able to endure much longer.

‘He’s definitely a Demon.’

And a Demon Lord at that.

Most people believed that holy power was the natural counter to demonic energy, but in reality, demonic energy could also be the natural counter to holy power.
Seeing how the holy knights collapsed immediately without any resistance confirmed that this man was at least a Demon Lord-class Demon.

The only saving grace was that Saint Olga remained conscious and was healing Chamber. If she had lost consciousness as well, the situation would have been far more dire, though even this small comfort felt hollow.

‘Comfort? A saving grace?’

Was that really the case?

Chamber had lost consciousness, and both he and Raon couldn’t even muster half their true power. There was no way to stop that Demon.

‘No, even if we were at full strength, it would be impossible.’

It seemed that no one could face this level of power unless Glen Zigheart himself appeared. The word “despair,” which I had forgotten until now, painted itself across my mind.

‘How can I… hmm?’

I turned my gaze away, hoping to at least save the children, and caught sight of Raon. He stood before that formidable Demon without flinching, conversing with unwavering composure.

Even from this distance, my hands trembled from the Demon’s aura, yet he refused to retreat despite his exhaustion. It was astonishing.

‘Is he… buying us time?’

As Raon spoke, he seemed to be drawing the Demon’s attention to himself, signaling for us to escape this place.

“Saint Olga.”

Karun grasped the trembling Saint Olga’s shoulder and nodded.

“Leave this place as quickly as possible.”

He entrusted Chamber to her care and ordered the other subordinates to evacuate outside with maximum speed.

‘Raon…’

Karun gazed at Raon, who stood without wavering, and raised his sword-wielding hand.

‘At the very least, I won’t let you die alone.’

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“Hmm.”

Grid smacked his lips briefly as he regarded me.

“….”

I raised my fingertips under Grid’s blatant gaze.

‘He’s assessing me.’

No, not me—he’s wary of Wrath.

Grid had ignored me before, only to suffer greatly when Wrath suddenly emerged. He’d squandered hundreds of millions in gold coins and sustained severe injuries himself, so he seemed far more cautious than before.
He had spent hundreds of millions of gold coins and suffered serious injuries himself, so unlike before, he seemed to be acting more cautiously.

I need to convey that someone must continue to make it known that Wrath is still alive/well.

“I need to keep letting them know that Wrath is still alive.”

To be honest, since both his body and mind were in a ruined state right now, there was also a possibility that the descent of the Demon Lords itself might be impossible.

But Grid didn’t know that. He had to create a situation where that guy would back down on his own by exploiting the information gap.

“What is Wrath doing right now?”

Grid tilted his jaw to the side and rolled his eyes.

“I see you want to smash that smug face of his to pieces.”

Raon nodded after glancing at Wrath for a moment.

When did the True Demon King—! But you spoke well! Your face is too ugly!

Wrath nodded his head, saying it was a word he liked.

But will that be okay?

He smacked his lips briefly.
-Your guy seems to think Grid is a merchant, and actually acts like a merchant, but his roots are demons. They are also the most greedy demons in the demon world.

You seem to think Grid is a merchant, and he certainly acts like one, but his true nature is that of a Demon. Moreover, he is the greediest of all the Demon Race in the Demon Realm.

Wrath shook his head, saying it would be dangerous if he thought about it too simply.

“Actually…”

Grid smacked his lips long and hard as he gazed at the collapsed Dark Tower and the dead Demons lying beneath it.

“Now that the war is over and as long as Wrath has your back, picking a fight here wouldn’t be a smart move. Even if we kill you while avoiding Wrath, it won’t restore the collapsed momentum.”

Unlike what Wrath suggested, he made a merchant’s calculated judgment and waved his hand up and down.

“But I….”

Grid’s eyes flashed like thunder illuminating the night sky.
“what?”
“I’m growing quite interested in you.”

“Only a few years have passed since I saw you in Sueper, yet you’ve reached such heights—even accounting for Wrath’s vessel, your growth rate defies comprehension.”

The characters for “greed” blazed across his golden irises.

“Even if I incur Wrath’s fury, it might be worth making a proper investment in you.”

Grid extended his hand with an eerie smile.
‘ah… .’

‘Ah….’

Wrath commanded me to lower myself, but evasion was impossible. Grid’s gesture wasn’t swift or slow, yet it carried an absolute inevitability that no mortal frame could escape—even in perfect condition.

‘Damn it….’

No matter how I moved, there seemed no way to evade that hand. My very soul already felt ensnared within Grid’s grasp.

-This infuriating!

As Wrath gnashed his teeth and surged forward, a fragrance both floral and spine-chilling drifted through the air on the wind.

In the moment my mind grew hazy from that scent, a sweetness like juice-drizzled ice cream followed in its wake.

Boom!

Before I knew it, a woman with pink hair and a white-haired girl materialized before me, swatting Grid’s hand away.

“You two….”

Grid’s eyes narrowed as he regarded the two women standing protectively before Raon.

“You remembered me.”

The woman with pink hair turned away, ignoring Grid. Her pale pink eyes shimmered softly. It was Rust.

“To think you’d infuse my power into your technique… I have no regrets even if I die now.”

Rust was so happy that she drew a smile she couldn’t quite put into words.

“Money….”

A white-haired girl with her finger in her mouth tugged at my sleeve. It was Gluttony, the Lord of Gluttony.

“I’m all out….”

Gluttony blinked her crimson eyes, saying she needed money to buy more ice cream.

—Kyaaaaaaah!

The moment Wrath saw Rust, he forgot about blocking Grid and stumbled backward with a shriek.

‘I didn’t expect both of them to show up?’

I looked back and forth between Gluttony and Rust, curling my lips upward.

‘If it comes to this….’

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