The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 949

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Chapter 949

“The Chamber of Self is located here?”

I widened my eyes as I followed Glen Zigheart’s finger downward with my gaze.

‘Now that I think about it, while I was gathering information about the Chamber of Self, I never even bothered to find out where it actually was.’

I had obtained information about the Chamber of Self from Aris Zigheart and several others, yet I had completely overlooked its actual location.

‘How foolish of me.’

A sigh escaped me as I reflected on how I had been so caught up in my excitement about entering the Chamber of Self.

“Yes. The Chamber of Self is located within the Patriarch’s Hall, specifically in this Audience Chamber.”

Glen Zigheart nodded his chin as he explained that the Chamber of Self existed within the Audience Chamber.

“That’s also why you need my permission to enter the Chamber of Self.”

He offered a faint smile, explaining that the stringent entry conditions were a natural consequence of the Chamber of Self being housed within the Audience Chamber.

“I see.”

I nodded, turning my gaze to the left.

‘Now that I think about it, Karun emerged from the Patriarch’s Hall as well.’

I recalled waiting in front of the Patriarch’s Hall to verify whether Karun had achieved transcendence.

“Then let us proceed.”

Glen Zigheart nodded gently and descended from the platform.

“I shall guide you.”

Roen, who had been standing before the pillar, walked toward the door on the right.

‘The door on the right.’

A gray door, solid as a wall, stood to the right of the platform.
I had often seen the left door open and close, but this was my first time opening the one on the right.

Click.

Roen withdrew a golden key from the inner pocket of his vest and unlocked the door on the right.

“Please enter.”

As he stepped aside, Glen Zigheart walked through the door with measured strides.

“You should go as well, Master of Gwangpung Hall.”
“Yes.”

I bowed to Roen and followed Glen through the door on the right.

‘A corridor?’

What greeted me upon entering was a windowless corridor. Though it carried the distinctive scent of an aged structure, the floor and walls were immaculate—not a speck of dust to be found.

-Is this really the place?

Wrath furrowed his brow in bewilderment.

-They say it’s a mystical place where the axes of time and space shift, yet it’s maintained so carelessly?
‘It’s not careless.’

I shook my head firmly.

‘To forcibly enter this place, one would have to defeat the strongest warrior on the Continent.’

Only those recognized by Glen Zigheart could enter the Chamber of Self. Few in all the dimensions could defeat him and gain entry.

-That’s a fair point.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging Glen Zigheart’s power, and the logic seemed sound.

Glen Zigheart stood before an old door at the end of the corridor. Though it was well-maintained, the passage of time was etched into its weathered surface.

“This is it.”

Glen confirmed that I had followed him before opening the ancient door. It swung open silently, as if freshly oiled, revealing the interior.

‘This is the Chamber of Self?’

The chamber was so vast that a sword swing wouldn’t reach the walls.
Eternal lanterns hung from a ceiling that resembled stacked boulders, while the walls and floor were covered in spider-web cracks as though they might crumble at any moment.

A full-length mirror was embedded in the black wall directly ahead—so aged that it seemed it could shatter at any time.

Aside from its considerable deterioration, it was an ordinary chamber, which sparked doubt about whether this truly was the Chamber of Self.

“Head of House, is this really…?”
“Yes. This is the Chamber of Self.”

Glen lowered his gaze calmly, as if confirming that this was indeed the place.

“Hmm….”

I let out a low murmur as my eyes swept across the entire chamber.

“You seem unconvinced.”

Glen offered a thin smile, as if he had anticipated this reaction.

“It’s just that what I’ve heard seems somewhat different from this….”

I scratched my bangs while examining the chamber once more.

“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but this is the Chamber of Self that has endured for a thousand years.”

Glen nodded, affirming that I had come to the right place.

‘I don’t sense anything at all.’

I had heard that the Chamber of Self existed on a different temporal axis from the mortal world, and I’d expected some extraordinary magic to be at work. Yet standing here, it was merely an ordinary chamber.

‘Wrath, do you feel anything?’

Since nothing registered in my senses, I nudged Wrath lightly with my elbow.

-Hmm….

Wrath surveyed the entire Chamber of Self and smacked his lips briefly.

-I don’t know. Is this really the place?

He muttered that there was nothing here, his brows furrowing.

“Yes. Now I understand what you’re sensing.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, as if comprehension had finally dawned.

“You can doubt all you want. The Chamber of Self I know is only this place.”

He said I didn’t need to enter and pointed toward the exit where Roen stood.

“No. I’ll go in.”

I shook my head firmly. It wasn’t that I doubted Glen Zigheart—I was simply curious about the true nature of the Chamber of Self.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled heavily and stepped into the space called the Chamber of Self. Even as my feet crossed the threshold, nothing changed. It remained just an ordinary room.

‘I should unpack first.’

I withdrew a bundle containing Nadin bread from my spatial pouch.

‘This should be enough.’

Since I didn’t know how long I’d remain in the Chamber of Self, I’d brought enough Nadin bread to last several months.
Wrath detested it, but for provisions in a place like this, Nadin bread was unmatched.

-Ugh….

The moment Wrath caught sight of the cloth bundle containing the Nadin Bread, his brow furrowed and he began to gag.

-Remove that abominable object from the True Demon King’s presence at once! The very sight of it makes me want to retch!

He trembled, his hands quivering as he claimed the rubber smell was suffocating him.

‘But there’s no smell…’

I tilted my head in confusion, bringing my nose closer to the cloth bundle.

-How pitiful your sense of smell is! How can you not detect such a reek!

Wrath ground his teeth, as if barely restraining himself from cursing.

“Nadin Bread?”

Glen Zigheart seemed to recognize it from the shape of the bundle alone and gestured dismissively.

“Yes. Since I may be here for quite some time, I brought quite a lot.”
“That won’t be necessary.”

He shook his head, saying that two or three would suffice.

“Yes, but what do you mean…?”

I looked at Glen Zigheart blankly. If the time axis shifted, I would need to spend quite a long time in here, so I couldn’t understand how two or three pieces of bread would be enough.

“You’ll understand soon enough. There’s no need for explanation.”

Glen Zigheart drew a subtle smile, as if I would naturally come to understand.

“Well, I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

Glen Zigheart glanced at the lamp on the ceiling, then turned to leave.

“I hope you find the path you seek and make your way out.”

He left those words behind and departed from the Chamber of Self. From the absence of his presence beyond the door, it seemed he had returned directly to the Audience Chamber.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes to slits as I gazed at the ceiling lamp flickering gently above.

‘I still can’t believe this is the Chamber of Self.’

I had expected a hidden cave in Bekmang Mountain or some extraordinary underground space, but instead I found myself in this small, ordinary room. Honestly, it was disappointing.

‘But more than that….’

What was I supposed to do here?

Glen, Aris, and Rimer had all failed to explain what I should actually do in the Chamber of Self.

I had no idea how to grow stronger within this cramped space.

‘Perhaps….’

With a glimmer of hope, I attempted to operate Manhwagong and the Ring of Fire, but nothing changed.

-If you don’t know, just sleep! You were making such a fuss yesterday that I couldn’t get proper rest!

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, suggesting I catch up on my sleep debt first.

‘That’s not a bad idea, but….’

I shook my head while sitting on the floor.

‘I think I should start with meditation.’

Since ascending to transcendence, mental cultivation had become more important than physical training.

I had been gradually increasing my meditation time, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to focus on it intensively.

-When you meditate, the noise in your head gets so loud it’s unbearable!

Wrath pressed his face close, insisting I sleep instead of engaging in such tedious meditation.

‘Then should I make it less boring for you?’

I smiled at Wrath with a slight grin.

-You? Drawing the True Demon King’s interest is no simple feat!

Wrath nodded, as if to say he’d give it a try.

‘So our Wrath won’t be bored….’

I pulled out a Nadin Bread from the pouch I’d left on the ground.

-Wait, hold on! Now that I think about it, this is perfect timing! Not boring at all….
‘Yeah. Too late.’

Watching Wrath wave his hands frantically, I popped the Nadin Bread into my mouth. The dry, rubbery taste unleashed a tempestuous assault across my palate.

-Gggguuuhhhhh….

Wrath, who had been muttering about being bored, rolled across the floor with foam frothing at his mouth.

-Even you must be suffering, yet how can you….

His eyes glistened with tears as his entire body trembled violently. At least he didn’t seem bored anymore.

‘As I’ve said before, I can manage it.’

While it couldn’t compare to truly delicious food, Nadin Bread had its own charm. It was perfectly enjoyable.

-This Nadin Bread bastard….

Wrath uttered words that could have been either praise or insult, then went limp.

‘Finally some peace and quiet.’

I tossed the sprawled-out Wrath beside the Nadin Bread wrapper and sank into meditation.

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“….”

Glen Zigheart remained in the ancient corridor, watching over the Chamber of Self where I had entered.

“You needn’t worry too much.”

Roen stood behind Glen and chuckled softly.

“Raon will surely return with much to show for it.”

He concluded his words with a tone brimming with conviction, as if he had absolute faith in me.

“Whether he gains something or not, it matters little.”

Glen closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Raon can grow without the Chamber of Self.”

Having witnessed the sparring between me and Karun, he had gained his certainty. I possessed the qualities of a warrior capable of reaching heights surpassing all others, regardless of the Chamber of Self.

A transcendent realm that even he had never touched. Only I could reach that pinnacle while defying causality itself.

‘Of course, that isn’t my strength alone.’

Behind my exceptional talents and abilities lay the aid of the friend I called the Demon King.
It was as though the current me existed precisely because that child stood beside me.

‘I wish to meet them.’

Before time slipped away entirely, he wanted to meet the Demon King and express his gratitude for looking after his grandson.

“Of course.”

Roen nodded, affirming that I could grow stronger in any circumstance.

“Still, one cannot help but harbor expectations. They say the Chamber of Self grants greater rewards the thicker one’s Zigheart blood runs.”

Glen opened the door to the Chamber of Self with a faint smile.

Click.

The dark chamber where I should have been meditating had transformed into a small study reeking of aged books, standing empty and silent.

“It may be my wishful thinking, but….”

Glen closed the door to the chamber where I had vanished, a subtle smile playing across his face.

“It seems Raon will return having obtained something quite significant.”

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Tsk.

I clicked my tongue harshly and opened my eyes.

‘This isn’t working.’

Despite meditating for quite some time, nothing had changed. I remained in the empty chamber, facing only the mirror.

-I told you meditation wasn’t the answer!

Wrath snorted, insisting I should have listened to him.

‘You were the one who said to just eat ice cream!’

My spatial pocket did contain pearl ice cream and various snacks for Wrath, but I had no intention of eating them now.

‘But how much time has actually passed?’

Without windows in this place, my sense of time had grown hazy. It felt like four days had passed, yet it also seemed like a week had gone by.

-Four days? Two weeks have passed!

Wrath shook his head, saying that a week had passed long ago.

‘Two weeks? I’ve only eaten three Nadin breads.’
-I would rather starve than wake you, you wretch!

The creature shook his head, insisting that by his reckoning, more than two weeks had elapsed.

‘That’s strange.’

Upon transcendence, one should maintain a sense of time even in dark spaces, yet the flow of time between myself and Wrath differed drastically.

‘Time has already begun to distort.’

It seemed the effects of the Chamber of Self—where time and space interchange—were finally manifesting.

‘Then perhaps I should refine my swordsmanship.’

Fortunately, the ceiling was high and the chamber spacious enough that I could practice my blade techniques without channeling aura.

-How tediously uninteresting.

Wrath yawned with indifference, then sprawled across the floor on his belly.

‘Then I suppose you’d prefer to eat those Nadin breads you find so fascinating….’
-Ah, no! Not at all! I am most intrigued!

The creature lifted his brilliant blue eyes, declaring he would watch with utmost focus.

‘So blackmail works this well on him.’

It seemed I would need to carry a set of Nadin breads at all times for leverage against Wrath.

‘Tell me if you notice any shortcomings.’

After requesting his counsel, I raised the Heavenly Sword overhead and brought it down in a sweeping arc.

Whoooosh!

From fundamental techniques through to Piercing Sky Thunder—I unleashed every sword form I had been cultivating, then lowered the Heavenly Sword.

‘Didn’t take long.’

The refined swordplay and its intricate nuances had required considerable time initially, but through endless repetition, I could now unfold every technique without hesitation.

-Don’t you ever tire of repeating the same sword techniques?

Wrath furrowed his brow, clearly unable to comprehend.

‘It feels fresh every time I do it.’

With each swing of the blade, I felt myself growing stronger, which made training perpetually engaging and enjoyable.

-I should have stolen that damned talent of yours….

Wrath smacked his lips in regret.

‘Let me try once more.’

Perhaps because the chamber was dark, my concentration deepened.

As I lifted the Heavenly Sword to resume my practice, the ceiling lamp suddenly extinguished as if caught by a gust of wind.

‘Hm?’

Why did the light go out so abruptly?

Puzzled, I raised my gaze and met the eyes of my reflection in the mirror.

‘Something’s….’

The figure in the mirror felt alien to me. Though it wore a black training robe with blonde hair and crimson eyes, it seemed like a stranger.

Whoooosh!

As I stared at the mirror with furrowed brows, a blue mass materialized behind me.

‘Wrath…?’

Wrath, who should only be visible through my eyes, was reflected in the mirror.

‘This can’t be real!’

I stumbled backward, bewildered by the incomprehensible situation, yet my reflection remained motionless in the mirror.

‘Could it be….’

As I clenched my lips, my reflection’s mouth curved into a gentle smile.

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