The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 958

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Chapter 958

“Gasp.”

I opened my eyes with a faint cry escaping my lips.

‘I was definitely dead.’

I could recall the moment Wrath’s surprise attack severed my neck, but everything after that remained shrouded in darkness.

‘Have I returned to reality?’

Since I had died within the space created by the Chamber of Self, I assumed I had been sent back to the real world and surveyed my surroundings.

‘No, this is….’

I swallowed hard as I gazed upon the ground shimmering with golden light.

‘The place where I first awakened.’

The location where I had been resurrected after my death was the boundary dividing the Sand Mountain and Blue Sea—the very ground where I had first opened my eyes upon entering the Chamber of Self.

‘So dying in the Chamber of Self returns me here?’

The trials I had overcome were perilous enough that it would be no surprise if death lurked at every turn. Granting new chances even after death was hardly unusual.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a long breath, my back pressed against the ground.

‘Thank goodness.’

I had worried that since I had entered the Chamber of Self with both my soul and body intact, death here might translate to death in reality. Now that I had confirmed otherwise, my anxiety finally eased.

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue deeply while touching my neck where Wrath had severed it.

‘I never thought I’d see my head severed from my body again.’

When Wrath killed me, memories of my past life as the assassin Raon flashed through my mind.
The image of Derus Robert cutting my throat and brushing the blood from the back of his hand as if flicking away an insect stirred an unbidden rage within me.

“I swore I would never suffer such humiliation again….”

It seemed I still had far to go.

I had captured the Black Tower Master and reached the Chamber of Self, believing I had achieved tremendous growth, yet I couldn’t withstand even a single strike from Wrath. Even accounting for his surprise attack, it was a bitter pill to swallow.

‘Are we truly the same rank of transcendent?’

I was a transcendent, as were Glen Zigheart and Wrath. The category of transcendent seemed far too broad—there needed to be further distinctions within it.

‘No, I’ll think about that later….’

Why did that damned cotton candy bastard attack me?

I had merely gone to find Wrath after my trial ended, only to be ambushed with a blade to my throat. The shock was overwhelming.

‘I did think about taking a decent share if Wrath received substantial rewards. Well, perhaps a rather generous share….’

But I hadn’t actually stolen anything!

I’d rather die unjustly while stealing Wrath’s power, but dying from an attack while cultivating was just too unfair.

‘Did he hear me say I’d take eighty percent? That was just talk—I never intended to actually take all of it.’

At most, I would have taken half.

Though I had spoken of eighty percent, I had truly only planned to claim roughly half, and this realization made my chest ache.

‘Anyway, he’s just a brat.’

I savored the thought of what Raon would think if Wrath ever heard such words, my lips curling slightly.

‘But what exactly did I get hit with?’

The attack came so suddenly that I couldn’t even tell what I’d been hit with before dying.

‘Judging by the fact that my neck was severed, did he sharpen the cold energy like a blade and launch it?’

Even if I had been careless, the fact that I couldn’t react at all suggested that Wrath had definitely honed the cold energy to a razor’s edge before unleashing it.

‘The Wall is still so high.’

I hadn’t even sensed Wrath’s attack. The gap in our abilities felt painfully real for the first time in a long while.

‘Still, I’m fortunate.’

I examined my body and smacked my lips.

‘I haven’t lost anything.’

I checked my skills just to be sure, and the evolved Heavenly Sword, Manhwagong, and Glacial all remained intact.
Though this wasn’t the Mental World, it seemed like a similar place where death had no consequences.

‘Of course, it hurt like hell.’

That uncanny sensation of experiencing death and the agony of each cell in my body dissolving remained the same, but at least there was no actual loss—and for that I was grateful.

Uuuuuuung!

As I released a sigh of relief, a circular dimensional gate shimmering with golden light rose from the ground.

‘An exit?’

Just as I’d initially suspected, this land dividing the Sand Mountain and Blue Sea appeared to be both the entrance and exit of the Chamber of Self.

“It’s a bit regrettable, but I’ve gained much.”

I’d sharpened my dulled body and mind, awakened to the true application of the Heavenly Sword, and brought both Manhwagong to the 10-star threshold and Glacial to the 9-star threshold. In such a short span, I’d achieved tremendous growth, making this time deeply satisfying.

‘Of course….’

I gazed toward the sea and clenched my teeth.

‘I should definitely get revenge on that damned cotton candy.’

No matter how harmless the death was, the sensation of dying made my entire body crawl with revulsion. Especially when I lost my head and watched my own body crumble.

‘How should I take revenge so that it becomes legendary?’

Even though both our souls entered together, I was the one in control, so the moment I left through this door, Wrath would have no choice but to follow. It was good that I was thinking about revenge in reality.

‘Banning bead ice cream? Banning eating out? No. Both are too weak.’

Wrath’s patience had grown deep enough that he could endure that much.

‘Then it has to be Nadine Bread, doesn’t it?’

If he was angry enough to curse Nadine Bread as his enemy, then it was clear he hated it more than starving.

‘Perfect. I’ll make him eat only Nadine Bread for a year.’

I had lived as an assassin long enough to eat anything.
Since I could swallow actual rubber and not just rubber-tasting bread, eating only Nadine Bread for a year—or even ten years—would be no problem at all.

‘Just you wait.’

I curled my lips upward and stretched my leg toward the dimensional door.

‘Never again will you be able to kill me. I’ll teach you a lesson with Nadine Bread… hm?’

As I was about to leave while plotting my revenge against Wrath, I lowered my foot again.

‘Wait a moment.’

I gazed at the Blue Sea and clicked my tongue softly.

‘I died but suffered no damage whatsoever?’

Death in reality is truly the end, and death in the Mental World carries great losses like the loss of one’s soul. But here, even dying caused no problems.

‘This….’

I turned my back to the golden exit and stepped onto the Blue Sea, which resembled Wrath’s hair color. A long, satisfied smile crossed my lips.

‘Perhaps I’ve discovered a new opportunity.’

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“ZENJAAAAANG!”

Wrath screamed, clutching his head between both hands.

“A mistake. A damnable, colossal mistake I’ve made!”

I had only intended to strike Raon’s cheek with the chill, but without realizing it, I poured in far too much force and severed his neck instead.

‘But was it truly a mistake…?’

It was certainly true that my suddenly increased strength caused me to lose control of my power. That much was undeniable.
But I could not give a definitive answer to whether I had harbored any intention to kill.

‘Blood has rushed to my head.’

The moment I witnessed the moonlit chill—painstakingly accumulated drop by drop—being stolen from Raon, my mind turned white with rage.

‘And….’

All the things I had endured until now came flooding back.

The disrespect from that brat Raon, the theft of my abilities, the extortion by other Demon Lords who bought my name, and above all, the greatest fury stemmed from matters of food.

‘Nadin bread….’

The nauseating rubber taste of the Nadin bread I had consumed until now flooded my memory, and I unleashed power far too overwhelming—a level that the current Raon could not possibly withstand.

‘Since that bastard is definitely still alive….’

How terrifying.

This place was a virtual space created by his and Raon’s souls. Since it was a location where death itself could not occur, Raon would have been revived immediately.

‘If only he had truly died, that would have been a mercy….’

What was I supposed to do now?

Not only had Raon’s trial ended, but my own test had concluded as well, so an exit from this place would likely have opened.
The moment he stepped through that exit, I would be dragged along with him, leaving me with no choice but to comply.

‘That bastard Raon….’

I felt genuinely infuriated.

The instant his head was severed, Raon had sent me a look that screamed ‘You’re dead!’ That murderous gaze haunted me, and my shoulders trembled involuntarily.

‘I might end up eating nothing but hardtack for a month….’

Wrath still seemed unfamiliar with this human called Raon, muttering about a mere month and shaking his head.

‘I absolutely cannot endure that.’

I would rather starve than eat hardtack consecutively. In fact, before entering this space, I had nearly died while eating it.

‘S-so I have no choice but to beg….’

In this soul battle waged in reality, I could not defeat that bastard Raon because of that cursed ring. The moment I left this place, I would have to raise both arms in surrender.

‘Of course, that mass of greed won’t let me off so easily.’

Raon would surely demand material compensation. I had no idea how much I would need to surrender to satisfy that demon of avarice.

“Sigh… the losses will be catastrophic.”

My soul’s rank and authority would not be depleted, but merely contemplating the idea of surrendering the frigid energy I had accumulated under moonlight made my chest tighten as if I were choking.

‘Damn it all!’

Wrath threw a punch into the empty air.

‘I couldn’t endure it even once—what kind of state is this for the Lord of Wrath!’

Of course, even the Lord of Wrath couldn’t overcome Nadinbang’s terror, so he sat down thinking about how he could roast Raon alive.

But no matter how long he waited, the Chamber of Self showed no signs of collapsing.

‘What is this?’

Why wasn’t he leaving?

The moment Raon exited through the exit, he should have disappeared along with him, and this space should have been erased, yet strangely nothing had changed.

‘C-could it be that the bastard is really dead… No, that can’t be!’

If Raon had truly died, this world would have collapsed the moment his neck was severed. The fact that it remained intact meant he was definitely still alive.

‘Then he can’t find the exit?’

Or perhaps he was plotting revenge against the True Demon King.

With no way to know, his chest felt more suffocated than if he were being beaten.
He even found himself wishing he would die so this ominous feeling would fade quickly.

‘That wretched bastard! What in the world is he thinking!’

He cried out for him to finish his revenge quickly and leaned his back against the World Tree where Raon had been sitting.

Gooooo.

As his anxiety grew and an ominous chill flowed down his spine, Raon walked out from the black Mirror.

“Huh…?”

Wrath’s dry lips trembled as he watched Raon step onto the Snowy Plain.

‘Why is that ghost bastard here?’

The exit of the Chamber of Self was the same place as the entrance. I could have left immediately upon being resurrected, but I don’t understand why I came here instead.

‘Could it be…?’

Was he planning to take revenge here?

That ghostly bastard seemed intent on trampling me not only in reality but in this place as well.

“Kgh… khgh….”

Wrath let out a low groan, his face buried in his hands. As the bleak future unfolded before him, tears spilled unbidden from his eyes.

“Wrath.”

Raon regarded him with eyes so piercingly crimson they seemed to burn. The gaze was chillingly intense.

“I-I, the True Demon King, am sorry. I have made a grave mistake.”

Now that I stood face to face with Raon, all the words I had rehearsed vanished from my mind.
Like prey standing before a predator, my thoughts scattered, and only apologies spilled forth.

“I swear I will never lay a hand on you again. Please, just spare Nadine….”
“Hey.”

Raon waved his hand dismissively, genuinely angered, cutting off my words.

“Y-yes…?”
“Enough. Use the same technique you used when you killed me.”

He drew the Heavenly Sword and flicked his fingers, urging me to attack.

“U-use it again…?”

Wrath’s eyes widened as he stared at Raon.

“What are you suddenly saying!”

I had expected him to threaten me with feeding me nothing but Nadine for a month, but instead he was telling me to attack again. I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking.

“Attack me like you did before and try to sever my neck.”

I lowered my stance and nodded, signaling Wrath to stop wasting time and strike already.

‘This… this is…’

Wrath swallowed hard as he saw my smile.

‘This is definitely a trap!’

Looking at my expression, if he attacked now, I’d make him eat nothing but Nadin bread for three months instead of one. He absolutely could not attack.

“Ugh…”

Wrath squeezed his eyes shut as if he hadn’t seen anything.

“I, the True Demon King, will absolutely not lay a hand on you…”
“If you don’t hit me right now, I’m feeding you nothing but Nadin bread until you die. You won’t even get a taste of marble ice cream, let alone home-cooked meals.”

I furrowed my brow, speaking with complete sincerity.

“N-Nadin bread for the rest of my life…”

Wrath’s blue eyes wavered like jellyfish floating in water.

“You know I follow through on what I say, right?”

I tapped my foot impatiently, urging him to make a decision.

“Y-you really want me to attack? Really?”

Wrath exhaled heavily and asked again.

“Yes, I’m telling you. How many times do I need to say it?”

I nodded, urging him to get on with it.

“Ugh…”

Wrath bit his lip until blood flowed. The thought of eating nothing but Nadine Bread for the rest of his life without even a single scoop of ice cream—his mind began to whiten once more.

‘That alone is absolutely unacceptable.’

No matter how much jam he spread on it, how much peanut butter he poured, how he dipped it in coffee, or how he soaked it in wine—the rubber taste of Nadine Bread would never disappear.
It was a grotesque flavor that obliterated every other taste and destroyed his very sense of taste. The thought of enduring that for eternity rekindled his will to live.

“Die!”

Wrath roared and raised his Frost Blade with all his might.

SHHHHWING!

The blade of frost, moving faster than sound itself, sliced through Raon’s throat just as it had before.

“Ha!”

Even as Raon died, he wore a clear smile as though pleased with himself.

Thud.

As his head fell to the ground, his corpse crumbled like a sand castle.

“What—what is this? What is happening?!”

Seeing Raon laugh even as he died filled Wrath with a terror far greater than when he’d first killed him. He was beginning to fear this man.

“What exactly do you want from the True Demon King?!”

Had he awakened to some new genre entirely?!

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“As expected….”

I rose to my feet before the golden exit.

“I don’t die.”

Seeing no change even after two deaths, it appeared that my initial assumption was correct—in this place, I could be resurrected without any loss, even if I died.

‘But….’

I couldn’t see it.

Despite my vigilance, I failed to perceive where or how Wrath’s attacks came from. His power seemed to transcend my current realm.

‘Yes. This is what makes it truly exhilarating.’

I curved my lips into a smile and stepped onto the Blue Sea, treading forward with purpose.

‘This will yield far greater gains than anything I obtained in the Chamber of Self.’

Here, death meant immediate resurrection, and I suffered no spiritual damage.
In essence, this was the ultimate training ground to face Wrath at full power.

‘I cannot perceive his attacks yet….’

But if I died repeatedly, eventually I would sense something.

Even if I couldn’t block Wrath’s strikes, the experience of facing him would prove invaluable when confronting other Transcendents.

Of course, death was terrifying and agonizing. But losing the opportunity to grow pained me far more.

WHOOOOSH!

I crossed the Blue Sea with everything I had, pierced through the cave of the Gray Island, and entered the Mirror once more.

CRASH!

Upon arriving at the devastated Snowy Plain, I saw Wrath, his teeth chattering as if seized by terror.

“Kill me again.”

Raon smiled faintly and nodded.

“I’m… terrified….”

Wrath stumbled backward, his head whipping around frantically.

“What kind of revenge are you plotting against the True Demon King that you’re doing this madness!”

He shrieked, begging for him to at least say something.

“You perverted bastard!”

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