The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 943

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Chapter 943

‘Opening of Greed?’

I narrowed my eyes upon seeing the message that I had obtained Greed.

‘The adaptation to this power ended this quickly?’

Normally, the powers of Demon Lords only unlock their abilities after a considerable amount of time has passed, barring any special circumstances.

However, the Greed that Grid had handed over seemed to have already adapted to my body despite only recently acquiring it.

-Why else would it be!

Wrath furrowed his brow upon seeing the message.

-Because you’re a greedy pig who rivals that damned miser!

He snorted, as if asking why I would pose such an obvious question.

‘Me?’

I let out a hollow laugh while looking at Wrath.

‘I’m the type to give everything away. If people knew what I was truly like, they would’ve called me a saint.’
-What a load of nonsense!

Wrath glared with his blue eyes.

-A saint? You, who picked the bones of the True Demon King clean? Don’t make me laugh! You’re just a scoundrel!

He howled, utterly refusing to accept the word “saint.”

‘In any case, this isn’t because I’m greedy….’

I shook my head while looking at the message again.

‘It must be because of my accumulated experience and the new trait I’ve gained.’

I had wielded multiple powers during my battle with the Black Tower Master, and the trait 【Power Operation】 had manifested. It seemed my body had adapted to the strength of the Demon Lords.

‘So what will it be this time?’

As I raised my finger to check the next message, someone grabbed my shoulder.

“Master? Raon? Young Master?”

It was Dorian. His eyes were rolling back as he called me by three different names.

“Won’t you go in? I… I can’t wait any longer….”

He trembled like a puppy desperate for relief, his arms and legs quivering. True to his obsession with supplies, he seemed to have lost his mind at the mere prospect of entering Zigheart’s Treasury.

“That’s right! Let’s go in before the Central Intelligence Agency takes everything!”

Martha stamped her feet urgently, insisting they enter the Treasury at once.

“Hmm, I’m finding it hard to wait this time too….”

Burren swallowed hard, his anticipation evident.

“You rakshasa women have no patience….”

Lunan waved his hand dismissively, remarking that she was true to her rakshasa nature.

“Don’t call me a rakshasa woman! You ice-hearted fool!”

Martha gnashed her teeth and lunged at Lunan.

“I’m a celestial maiden, actually. The Full Moon Celestial Maiden.”

Lunan placed his hands on his hips, insisting on being called by his elegant epithet.

“Damn it….”

Martha halted in her pursuit, grinding her teeth so hard they creaked. She seemed bitter that only Lunan had ascended to celestial maiden status while she remained a rakshasa woman.

“H-hey, shouldn’t we stop now and get ready? He might actually die.”

Crain pointed at Dorian, whose mouth was beginning to foam, and wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

“Treasury! Treasury! Treasuryyyyyy!”

Dorian, already seeming to have lost his mind, swung both arms up and down while screaming nothing but “Treasury.”

“Heh…”

I let out a hollow laugh watching Dorian consumed by madness.

Not just Burren, Martha, and Lunan, but the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen were also brimming with anticipation—it seemed I couldn’t afford to drag this out any longer.

“Let’s go in.”

I gestured to the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall and crossed over the dimension that shimmered with golden light.

Whoooosh!

A warm current swept across my entire body as if I had plunged into a summer sea.

As my feet touched solid ground and I opened my eyes, a space far vaster than the Grand Training Grounds came into view.

Goooooh.

Inside glass cases on the right lay unnamed elixirs, radiating vibrant vitality as though alive, while on the left, atop elegant wooden shelves, weapons crafted by renowned artisans stood in orderly rows.

Beyond them, display cases held artifacts of every description, gleaming with brilliant light as they awaited their masters.

At the end of the golden Treasury stood a circular bookshelf rising as if to touch the sky. It was the very bookshelf that had been given to him by Manhwagong.

“Wow!”

Beholding the thousand years of Zigheart’s history accumulated here, I couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

‘It’s just as I remembered. No, there seems to be even more now.’

Though this wasn’t my first time entering this Treasury, my mouth hung open in wonder.

“As expected… truly magnificent.”

Burren gazed at Zigheart’s Treasury, its vastness impossible to take in at a single glance, and let out a hollow laugh.

“This is insane. We can really take anything from here?”

Martha smacked her lips thoughtfully, as if wrestling with the weight of choice.

“I’ll take that one….”

Lunan had already made his decision and strode forward without hesitation.

“Every time I see this place, I’m left speechless.”

Trevin, who had visited the Treasury before, shook his head with practiced familiarity.

“Wooooow!”
“I’m at a loss for words….”
“There’s so much—I don’t know what to choose!”
“W-well, shall we just look around first?”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, overwhelmed by the Treasury’s scale, hunched their shoulders and dispersed in every direction.

“Kyaaaaaaaa!”

The moment Dorian stepped into the Treasury, he seized both his cheeks and twisted them while unleashing a primal shriek.

“I can die happy now! I’ve achieved all my dreams!”

He cried out for someone to end his life and dropped to his knees right there.

“It’s too wonderful….”
“Shut up already!”

Crain, unable to endure it any longer, shoved his gauntlet into Dorian’s mouth. Had he not done so, Crain was certain his eardrums would have ruptured.

“….”

I quickly averted my gaze, fearing Karun might lose his temper at the chaos. He selected nothing, instead surveying the treasures with the reverent appreciation of one admiring fine art.

“Be quiet….”

I glanced at Karun’s expression before flicking a chestnut strike at Dorian’s forehead. After stepping forward slightly, I pressed the message for 【Greed】 that still lingered before my eyes.

【Greed】
Whenever I receive something I desire from another person, all my stats and authorities increase. The higher the value of what I receive, the greater the increase.

‘This is actually quite good.’

Growing stronger each time I received desired items from others—it was a trait perfectly suited to me.

‘And it awakened at exactly the right moment.’

I was fortunate that 【Greed】 had unlocked just before I obtained the treasures I desired from Zigheart’s Treasury.

Since all the items here possessed tremendous value, I would be able to raise my stats and authorities considerably.

‘Is it really watching me?’
-Of course I’m watching! What else would I be doing?

Wrath ground his teeth and pressed his head against my cheek.

-This damned System is only watching you while it plots to provoke the True Demon King!

He swung his fist at the empty air with conviction.

‘Then I should thank it.’

I bowed my head to the empty air before heading toward the glass case where the elixirs were displayed.

“What should I consume to keep up with those guys?”

Burren Zigheart pressed his nose against the glass case as if selecting an elixir, breathing in deeply.

“Hmm….”

I stood beside Burren Zigheart and examined the elixirs that carried the essence of nature.

“Are you thinking of choosing an elixir?”

Glen approached from the side and gave a slight nod.

“These elixirs hold little value for you in your current state, do they?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly, suggesting I choose something else instead.

“I’m not planning to consume them myself. I intend to use them for Olga’s treatment. It seems I’ll need about two supreme-grade elixirs to reconstruct her body.”
“…I see, that makes sense.”

Glen nodded in understanding.

“Then take the elixirs with you at no cost.”

He opened the glass case, saying he would give Olga’s elixirs without any compensation.

“Really, sir?”

I widened my eyes in surprise as I looked at Glen.

“Didn’t you say yourself that without the Saint bringing the Shuper Holy Kingdom, we couldn’t have won this war? Compared to that contribution, supreme-grade elixirs are practically worthless.”

Glen reached out directly and handed me two elixirs.

“The White Dew Pill, refined from one hundred spirit herbs, and the Spirit Water Orb, distilled from the inner cores of spirit creatures.”

He smiled faintly, saying these two elixirs would be sufficient to reconstruct Olga’s body.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to Glen and received the two elixirs.

[The trait 【Greed】 activates.]
[All stats increase by 3 points.]
[The value of trait 【Greed】 increases.]

Along with the message that Greed had activated, I felt the power of 【Greed】 sleeping within my soul growing stronger.

-What, what is this?

Wrath’s mouth fell open in utter disbelief.

-This is just something you’re receiving for free! Why is greed even activating?!
‘It doesn’t matter. The point is that I’m receiving something I want from someone else.’

Even if it was an elixir to give to Saint Olga, it was ultimately an item I desired, so it was only natural that greed would trigger.

-Damn it!

Wrath grabbed his blue hair, muttering that here we go again.

‘Now then….’

I secured an additional elixir for emergencies before heading toward where the artifacts were stored.

“Hmm, hmm….”

Martha hummed contentedly as she tried on beautiful artifacts—rings and bracelets—on her fingers and arms, a stark contrast to her epithet as the Rakshasa Woman.

Knowing she would raise hell if she found out I’d seen her like this, I quietly slipped away to the side.

‘I need to go elsewhere… hmm?’

As I was heading toward where the weapons were, a ring and necklace resting in a corner caught my eye.

A resonant hum emanated from them.

The topaz-set ring radiated a weighty earthen aura, while the emerald-adorned necklace exuded a crisp, sharp wind essence.

‘Are they a matched set?’

Though the auras within the two artifacts differed, their resonance was remarkably similar. They appeared to have been crafted as a single set from the beginning.

‘Not bad at all.’

Since I had grown strong enough that wind and earth auras had become weapons in my arsenal, using these artifacts to amplify their power seemed like an excellent choice.

I collected the ring and necklace before walking toward the weapons storage.

“Hmm….”

Lunan Slion blinked, holding a white hairpin that could also be used as a concealed blade.

‘This is no ordinary object.’

An extraordinarily potent chill and murderous intent radiated from the delicate hairpin. It resembled an artifact imbued with spiritual essence, much like the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘She’ll handle it well enough.’

Lunan Slion was a Grand Master now. Trusting in her mental fortitude and judgment, I stepped back.

‘Black gauntlets?’

I halted my stride toward the right as I spotted the black gloves.

‘Gloves that can never be torn?’

The black gauntlets, crafted by a master artisan from five centuries past on the Continent, were forged from pulverized dragon teeth and scales, rendering them absolutely indestructible according to the inscription.

‘These aren’t bad.’

I had no need for additional weapons.

With three swords—Cheonjeon, Soul Reaper, and Moknyon—along with the Heavenly Assassin’s Garb and Black Dragon Robe already adorning me, anything beyond this held no significance.

These gauntlets would suffice to protect the hand wielding my blade from injury.

‘Then the last stop should be the martial scripture section….’

I headed toward the area where the martial scriptures were housed, where the largest crowd had gathered.

“Kyeoooooo!”

Dorian circled around the bookshelves without selecting anything, looking genuinely unhinged for the first time in ages.

Whoooosh!

The swordsmen disregarded Dorian, placing their hands upon the central bookshelf to receive the martial scriptures they needed most, one by one.

“Haaaaaah!”

Mark Goeten’s shoulders trembled, his eyes alight with wonder and astonishment as though he’d discovered the martial arts manual he’d been seeking among the shelves.

‘Seems he found something worthwhile.’

I chuckled softly and placed my hand upon the center of the circular bookcase.

Whirrrrrr!

The circular bookcase rotated clockwise, emanating a brilliant luminescence, and a single tome from its apex descended with the gentle grace of a fledgling bird’s wings.

Whoosh.

I extended my hand and caught the book.

‘Silent Blade Technique?’

The book bore the title “Silent Blade Technique,” and even from merely turning the cover, I could discern it contained supreme swordsmanship.

‘This means there’s something within this technique that I require.’

This bookcase didn’t merely dispense martial arts of advancement—it bestowed upon the swordsman who touched it the very martial art most essential to their growth.

The Silent Blade Technique I’d received surely possessed its own formidable qualities and distinctive characteristics.

‘Acquiring such an exceptional technique is fortunate, yet…’

I clicked my tongue softly, the Silent Blade Technique firm in my grasp.

‘I want more.’

I’d already secured five items—the emergency elixirs and two artifacts I’d prepared, the Black Crown, and now the Silent Blade Technique—yet my appetite for more remained insatiable.

“Have you made your selections?”

Glen approached me, his gaze lowering to the five items I held.

“Yes. Though I wish I could have taken more, I’ve selected everything I need.”

Raon smiled and nodded.

“You picked five and still want more?”

Glen Zigheart chuckled with amusement.

“That’s not it.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“What I truly wanted was the Head of House’s martial techniques, but they didn’t appear. That’s what I regret.”

I bowed my head deeply, recalling Glen Zigheart who had embraced me in Montiro.

“Hm!”

Glen Zigheart drew a sharp breath, his fingertips trembling.

“Really? That Silent Blade Technique is the swordsmanship of the Fifth Patriarch?”
“I understand that this Silent Blade Technique is formidable, but your martial techniques are what matter most to me, Head of House.”

I nodded, saying that I was already using Harmony of Heaven and Earth, Spatial Sword, and Heavenly Thunder Technique well. I even lifted my eyes slightly to create a pitiful expression.

[Kheuheum! Then I shall seek it out myself.]

Glen Zigheart sent an aura message so others couldn’t hear, then left urgently. His earlobes and cheeks were flushed with excitement.

‘He took the bait.’

I watched Glen Zigheart’s shoulders tremble faintly and smirked.

‘I threw it out on a whim, but it worked perfectly.’

The Glen Zigheart I saw in Montiro had clearly shown his favor toward me. Trusting that, I sent a signal asking for his teachings, and it worked exactly as intended.

‘If I obtain Grandfather’s swordsmanship, it’s as good as obtaining Greed itself.’

Greed’s stat increases dramatically whenever I acquire something of great value, so receiving Glen Zigheart’s teachings would grant me a massive boost in abilities.

-Grrrgh….

Wrath glared at me, grinding his teeth.

-No matter how I think about it, it should’ve been you who became Greed, not Grid! You greedy pig!
‘Fine then. That makes you Gluttony.’

I waved my hand dismissively as Wrath raged on.

[The trait 【Greed】 activates.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]
[The level of the trait 【Greed】 rises.]

All the items I’d acquired since the elixir seemed to calculate at once, raising my stats by a full 10 points. I could feel the greed embedded in my soul growing stronger.

-See! I told you!

Wrath shrieked upon seeing the newly appeared message.

-Even Grid isn’t as bad as you! You shameless bastard!

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After gathering all the treasures, I left the Patriarch’s Hall. As I headed back toward the Annex Building, I spotted Saint Olga leaning against the wall, blocking the passage.

“What are you doing here?”

I’d assigned a guide to escort Olga to the Annex Building and have her wait there, so I couldn’t fathom why she was standing here instead.

“I was waiting for you.”
“Huh?”
“There are so many people you don’t know….”

Olga glanced down, her eyes shifting away. It was strange to see a delinquent saint—one who hurled curses at strangers on first meeting and smoked cigarettes—feeling embarrassed in a place like this.

“Then let’s go together.”

I offered to guide Olga myself, gesturing for her to follow.

“Mm….”

Olga bit her lip with evident unease as she fell into step behind me.

“What treasures did you choose?”

She tilted her chin slightly, a hint of curiosity in her expression.

“A martial arts manual, an artifact, gloves, and an elixir.”
“A martial arts manual?”

Olga shook her head.

“Even with your strength, you still need more martial arts manuals?”
“Of course.”

I nodded matter-of-factly.

“The path of the sword has no end. The Head of House continues to refine his swordsmanship without pause.”

Glen walks the path of the sword without stopping, so I cannot afford to be satisfied already. Whether it’s the Mute Blade or any other sword technique, I must continue training and advancing.

“No end, you say….”

Olga closed her eyes, her voice tinged with a subtle emptiness. It seemed she still didn’t believe she had more life ahead of her.

“….”

I remained silent, giving her time to process, and quietly continued guiding her forward.

As we passed through the Garden of the Annex Building, the mingled aromas of various dishes from the Dining Hall drifted to my nostrils.

-Kyaaaaaah!

Wrath let out an exclamation of delight before even laying eyes on the food.

Bone broth soup, pineapple pizza, lamb ribs, steamed lobster, and roasted whole pig! There’s everything here!

He discerned the entire menu from scent alone, his lips stretching wide in a grin. It amused him that a Demon Lord of gluttony would call his own nature greed.

“Come in.”

As I opened the Entrance Hall, Sylvia and Sia burst forth as though they’d been waiting.

“Raon. You’ve been through so much….”

Sylvia embraced me, grateful that I’d survived the grueling battle and returned safely.

“You worked so hard!”

Sia followed Sylvia’s lead and pulled me into her arms as well.

“Thank you. And we have a guest.”

I patted their backs and gestured toward Olga, standing four paces away.

“Saint Olga! We’ve heard so much about you!”

Sylvia bowed in welcome to Olga.

“Sister, you’re amazing!”

Sia’s eyes widened in admiration of the tattoos adorning Olga’s body.

“…I am Olga.”

Olga bowed with unusual courtesy, perhaps because these were my parents.

“Your beautiful face carries such weariness.”

Sylvia clapped her hands, and maidservants emerged from the Inner Corridor, positioning themselves beside Olga.

“We shall attend to you.”
“Eh? Wait….”

Olga was dragged to the Bathhouse by the attendants before she could even protest.

“Scrub yourself thoroughly. You don’t want to be embarrassed tomorrow.”

I chuckled as Olga reached out her hand as if asking for help.

“W-what do you mean by that?”

Olga’s eyes widened in confusion at my words.

“I’m starting your treatment tomorrow.”

I shook the elixir I’d brought from Zigheart’s Treasury and curled my lips into a smile.

“Your scent is quite pungent, so make sure you wash every inch of yourself thoroughly.”
“Ugh…”

Olga’s face flushed as she finally understood what I meant.

“Raon!”

Sylvia couldn’t hold back and struck my back.

“You have no shame speaking to a Saint like that!”
“No, I was genuinely trying to give advice…”
“Who gives advice like that! Speak properly!”

She narrowed her eyes, demanding I say it again.

“Please wash up well. We need to begin your treatment tomorrow.”

I lowered my head, unable to meet Olga’s gaze.

“Hmph!”

Olga let out a scoff as she looked at me.

“So you can’t stand up to your mother either. I thought you could even give orders to your parents.”

She shook her head with a look of wonder.

“How much of a reckless fool do you think I am…?”
-It’s entirely possible!

Wrath nodded, as if it were a plausible scenario.

‘It’s not possible! You bastard!’

Raon pushed Wrath aside and sent Olga a weighty gaze.

“Either way, prepare yourself well. The treatment will be far more painful than you imagine.”
“Don’t worry.”

Olga shook her head as she moved forward on her own feet.

“I’m no longer afraid of pain.”

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