The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 963

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Chapter 963

“A way to shorten the time, even if only slightly….”

Martha swallowed hard as she gazed at Denier.

“Can you really shorten the time it takes to reach the Wall of Transcendence?”

Since she had only recently ascended to Grand Master, she believed it would take at least ten years or more to touch the Wall of Transcendence, no matter how fast.

Assuming she reached Transcendence, ten years would be an incredibly short period, but when she thought of her mother suffering under the White Blood Cult Master, even one year felt like her blood was drying up, let alone ten.

Though she couldn’t show the frustration and despair she carried, hearing Denier’s words that she could shorten that time made her heart race as if it might burst.

“It depends on you, but the possibility is high.”

Denier nodded, saying that Martha would certainly be capable of it.

“Hmm….”

The wall Martha had been leaning against crumbled. She had put too much force into her fingertips, shattering the bricks.

“That doesn’t mean you’ll reach the Wall of Transcendence right away.”

Denier shook his head as he personally cleared away the broken bricks.

“It will only shorten the time somewhat.”
“What method is it?”

Martha clenched her fists, her hands covered in stone dust.

“Learning a new martial technique? Or special training?”

Since she was confident she could endure any form of cultivation, she asked for the method immediately.

“Both are necessary. But the focus isn’t on training or martial techniques.”

Denier slowly shook his head.

“It’s a spiritual elixir.”

He withdrew a black-tinted wooden vial from his bosom as he spoke of the spiritual elixir.

“A spiritual elixir?”
“To be precise, it would be more accurate to call it a poison rather than a spiritual elixir.”
“P-poison?”

Martha’s eyes widened as she gazed upon the black wooden vial.

“There’s no need to be frightened. Would I ever do anything to harm you?”

Denier waved his hand lightly as if to calm her.

“Of course I know that. I was simply startled by the mention of poison.”

Martha smiled faintly and nodded.

‘If I cannot trust my father, whom can I trust?’

Denier had accepted me as his adopted daughter despite the opposition of the entire Zigheart, cherishing me as though I were his own blood.
Had he wished to kill me or exploit me, he could have done so long ago, making him one of the most trustworthy people alongside Raon.

‘Besides, if he truly intended to poison me, he wouldn’t have mentioned it so openly.’

The fact that he spoke so plainly of poison made it clear he harbored no intention of deceiving me.

“But then, why poison…?”

Martha gazed at Denier with eyes full of trust.

“The Haerucheong contained within this vial is a spiritual elixir crafted from a toxic herb called Haerucheo. It has the effect of inducing a comatose state in a person.”

Denier raised his finger and traced a cloud-like shape in the air.

“A comatose state?”
“Yes. However, it is not a mere comatose state. It is the state of absolute concentration we call the realm of selflessness—allowing one to descend into the deepest reaches of the Mental World.”

He nodded heavily, stating that the moment one consumed Harujeong, they could immediately enter a profound Mental World.

“In a way, it should have effects similar to the Chamber of Self. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a miniature Chamber of Self.”

Denier clenched his fists, saying that the moment one consumed Harujeong, they could enter the Mental World and achieve faster growth than anyone else.

“Such an elixir existed….”

Martha exhaled in amazement.

“I obtained it by chance during this mission. Though Harucho has gone extinct and been forgotten, its effects are certain.”

He caressed the black-lustrous wooden case, saying it was an elixir that couldn’t be obtained even for ten million gold coins.

“Harujeong….”

Martha’s fingers trembled as she gazed at the black-lustrous wooden case.

‘This is completely broken.’

The Mental World wasn’t a place one could enter simply by wishing to. It was astounding that one could forcibly enter that spiritual realm—the deepest part of it—a place accessible only in the moment of enlightenment achieved through extreme concentration.

‘If that’s truly the case….’

It might shorten the timeline by several years.

If Denier’s words were true, she could reduce at least years of training time. Sweat trickled down her palms without her realizing it.

She had to accept it unconditionally, but there were several things to consider.

“If it’s an elixir, there must be side effects, right?”

Martha lightly bit her lip while looking at the wooden case of Harujeong in Denier’s hand.

“Yes. There are side effects—either one doesn’t awaken from a comatose state, or they lose their memories.”

Denier explained the side effects of Harujeong in a calm tone.

“Not awakening, or memory loss….”

Martha furrowed her brows deeply.

‘I suppose it’s not as severe as I feared.’

I had thought the Haruqing’s potency was so extraordinary that its side effects could prove fatal, yet the memory loss was manageable depending on its severity.

“Of course there’s a solution. Both side effects stem from venturing too deeply into the Mental World, so we simply need to awaken you before those problems manifest.”

Denier tapped his throat lightly and shook his head.

“If you consume the Haruqing, I’ll stand guard as your protector, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

His eyes gleamed with solemn determination as he declared he could handle everything himself.

“Hmm….”

Martha looked at the vial again and shook her head.

“How long would I sleep if I took this?”
“To see the effects, you’d need to enter a comatose state for at least two months, and the safe limit before side effects appear would be around six months.”

Denier spread his fingers as he noted that according to past records, everyone who exceeded six months experienced side effects.

“Two months to six months….”

Martha raised her trembling hand toward the vial, then stopped.

“I’m grateful for your consideration, but I don’t think I can do it right now.”
“Why not?”
“Because now is the most critical time for establishing the Gwangpung Hall’s structure. As squad leader, I can’t afford to be absent.”

While Mother was undoubtedly the most important person to me, Raon and my comrades in the Gwangpung Hall were equally precious. I couldn’t allow them to waste such a crucial time because of me.
Even if I took the Haruqing, it would have to be after the Gwangpung Hall’s structure was fully established.

“Then there’s no helping it.”

Denier smiled as if telling me to speak whenever I was ready, then placed the vial back in his robes.

“Thank you. Truly….”

Martha bit her lower lip slightly and lowered her head.

“Family shouldn’t speak to each other that way.”

Denier stroked Martha’s head and shook his head gently.

“And don’t speak of the Sea Marrow Essence to anyone. The fewer people who know about treasures, the better.”
“Of course. I won’t tell anyone.”

Martha raised her hand, assuring him not to worry.

“But Father, why didn’t you consume the Sea Marrow Essence yourself? Why give it to me…?”
“I have no particular need for it. I wanted you to have it.”

Denier closed his eyes as if to say it was unnecessary for him.

“You have no need for it?”
“That’s right. I’m already standing before the Wall of Transcendence. Consuming a single Sea Marrow Essence won’t allow me to overcome such a towering barrier.”

He smiled faintly, saying he wanted to give it to someone who could see greater benefits from it.

“The Wall of Transcendence…?”

Martha stepped closer to Denier.

“Then Father, when you stood before the Grand Master’s wall, you entered and exited the Chamber of Self?”
“No. I never entered the Chamber of Self.”

Denier shook his head, saying he had never entered the Chamber of Self.

“What? Why didn’t you enter! If you’re standing before the Wall of Transcendence, you could enter the Chamber of Self and overcome the wall like Junmujeonju did!”

Martha grew curious about why Denier hadn’t entered the Chamber of Self despite standing before the Wall of Transcendence.

“I thought the time wasn’t right yet. Unlike my older brother, I haven’t stood before the Wall of Transcendence for very long.”

Denier rotated his wrist, saying he needed to accumulate more training.

“That common sense isn’t necessarily correct! Raon didn’t even stand before the wall, yet he emerged stronger than those who did! The Head of House and Junmujeonju…”

Martha repeated what Karun and Glen had said while evaluating Raon’s martial prowess.

“Once the Chamber of Self opens, you must enter immediately! You have more than enough accomplishments!”

She grasped Denier’s hand, insisting he could absolutely do it.

“If Father becomes a Transcendent too, that would make five Transcendents in the Zigheart!”
“That would be four.”
“What? Isn’t it five?”

Martha’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“The Head of House, Aris, Junmujeonju, Raon, and Father. That’s five, isn’t it?”

She tilted her head in confusion.

“…You’re right. You’re correct.”

Denier lightly tapped Martha’s head, acknowledging his own mistake.

“Aw, you’re no fun.”

Martha laughed with a snort, saying she was surprised.

“Anyway, you must enter! You absolutely must!”

She held out her pinky finger, asking him to make a promise.

“Very well. I understand.”

Denier smiled faintly and linked his pinky with Martha’s.

“Then I’ll see you this evening. I need to prepare to look after the children from the Gwangpung Hall.”

Martha headed to her room to prepare whatever was needed for the Gwangpung Hall.

…

Denier watched Martha enter her room, then made his way to the Study on the second floor.

Tap.

He carefully opened the lid while the black-gleaming wooden box rested on the desk.

The interior of the Haeru Blue box he had intended to give to Martha was completely empty.

“Five, then….”

Denier closed the empty box and drew a smile as desolate as a withered autumn leaf.

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Zigheart’s 5th Training Ground.

Situated far from the Main Mansion, it was ordinarily a quiet place, but now with the construction of the Gale Wind Hall underway, the earth trembled from morning until evening.

Raon stepped through the door of the 5th Training Ground, feeling the pleasant vibrations resonate within him.

The swordsmen of the Gale Wind Hall stood before the platform, dressed in black uniforms, awaiting him.
The sharp aura blooming from their fingertips seemed to cause a stinging sensation across his skin.

‘They’re showing seasoned prowess now.’

Their martial power transcends age.

-The True Demon King raised them, so of course they’d be like this!

Wrath nodded, saying that since they were his subordinates, this level was merely standard.

‘Perhaps so.’

Though the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen were young in years, they had undergone countless real battles and training, and now possessed martial prowess and experience that would not seem strange even if called peak masters.
Remembering each fragment of their childhood filled my chest with a peculiar sense of pride.

Thud.

I climbed onto the platform with evident pride toward Gwangpung Hall.

“We greet the Hall Master!”
“We greet the Hall Master!”

At Burren Zigheart’s cry from the front, all the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall bowed their waists.

“Rise, all of you.”

Normally I would have waved my hand and asked what kind of greeting that was, but since this was an important occasion for Gwangpung Hall, I accepted their salute by waving my hand.

“Did you all rest well while I was away?”

I met the eyes of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and curled up the corners of my mouth.

“How could we rest when the Hall Master went into training? We only trained the whole time.”

Martha shook her head vigorously, saying she had spent her vacation training.

“I also felt many shortcomings, so I just swung my sword at home.”

Burren Zigheart wrinkled his nose, saying he had also trained his swordsmanship like Martha.

“I slept though. Yawwwn….”

Lunan Slion let out a long yawn, having spent blissful hours never leaving his bed.

“I diligently restocked our supplies! There shouldn’t be anything we’re lacking now!”

Dorian laughed cheerfully, saying he could pull out anything. Seeing his brightened face, it seemed he had truly stocked supplies without worry.

-Then immediately pull out a pearl ice cream and test it!

Wrath waved his plump hand, suggesting we test it.

“I had to follow this guy around. I thought I was going to die….”

Crain sniffled, saying it was harder than going shopping with mom and dad.

“How is Junmujeonju doing? There are rumors spreading that he’s gotten noticeably stronger.”

Trevin licked his lips, curious about just how much stronger he had become.

“That bastard shows up and things get noisy. Damn Gwangpung….”

Dogyae, who was perched on the platform, waved his hand. It seemed he was asking for quiet because his head ached from the alcohol he’d consumed yesterday.

“Hehe.”

Unlike Dogyae, Mark Goeten let out a hearty laugh, clearly pleased by the boisterous atmosphere of Gale Wind Hall.

“Get the organization and structure sorted quickly. I’m dying from all this chaos.”

Dogyae drank water while urging them to establish the organization and hierarchy of Gale Wind Hall without delay.

“Understood.”

I nodded to Dogyae and took my place at the edge of the platform.

“I will now announce the organizational structure and system of Gale Wind Hall. There has been much discussion about the name Gale Wind Hall itself, but I intend to keep it as is.”

In any other matter, I might have accepted opposing opinions, but for Rimer’s sake, I wanted to preserve the name Gale Wind as it was.

“Yes!”

The swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall nodded without objection, showing no signs of discontent.

“First, the Cheoljeon Unit will become the first division of Gale Wind Hall under its current name. Of course, the Organization Master remains as well.”

I designated the Cheoljeon Unit as the first battalion of Gale Wind Hall, considering their combat strength, experience, and track record.

“We accept your command.”
“We accept your command!”

At Trevin’s cry, the Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen standing behind him simultaneously knelt and bowed their heads.

“The Gwangpung Corps lacks sufficient numbers of swordsmen, so they will form units under their respective squad leaders.”

Raon nodded calmly while observing Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion.

“A Unit?”
“The numbers are too few to establish an Organization Master position.”
“I’m fine with it.”

Martha, Burren Zigheart, and Lunan Slion curled their lips upward, satisfied with merely being promoted from squad leaders to Unit commanders.

“I’ve decided on the Unit names based on the commanders’ epithets. The Unit that Lunan will lead is named the Wanyeol Unit, derived from her epithet ‘Moonlit Celestial Maiden,’ and….”

I turned my fingertips as I watched Martha’s face flush crimson.

“The Unit that Martha will lead is named the Nachal Unit, derived from her epithet ‘Rakshasa Woman.’….”
“Hey, you bastard!”

Martha stomped her feet fiercely and leaped onto the platform.

“Nachal Unit? You want to see what a real rakshasa looks like? Huh?”
“W-wait! This is an official ceremony right now!”

Burren Zigheart grabbed Martha’s shoulder as she lunged toward me.

“Yeah. Nice name….”

Lunan murmured enviously about the name and drew a subtle smile. Looking at her now, this woman certainly had quite a mischievous streak.

“This damned ice woman gets the Wanyeol Unit, and we get the rakshasa? You damn fools!”

Martha shrieked, declaring she could never accept this.

“Well, that’s how it is now. I’m planning to supplement personnel through the upcoming selection ceremony. I want to promote both Units to Divisions.”

I nodded, stating that I would promote both the Wanyeol Unit and the Nachal Unit to Divisions.

“Sounds good.”
“I agree….”

Burren Zigheart and Lunan Slion nodded approvingly.

“I’m against it! Nobody’s going to show up under the name Nachal Unit!”

Martha let out a sharp cry of disapproval.

“It sounds impressive though. I’d even want to change Gwangpung Hall to Nachal Hall.”

I smacked my lips, thinking I would have changed it immediately if I didn’t have lingering attachment to the name Gwangpung.

“Yes, it’s not bad. It sounds strong.”

Crain nodded in agreement.

“The emblem would work too if we changed it to look like a ghost.”

Burren Zigheart chuckled softly, drawing the shape of a ghost with his finger.

“All in favor!”

Lunan Slion raised his hand with an unusually loud voice.

“You’re all insane…”

Martha hung her head, already looking exhausted.

“Well, let’s stop joking around.”

I waved my hand, looking at everyone.

“Huh? Um…”

Martha looked at me with hopeful eyes.

“Next is Sir Mark Goeten.”

But I betrayed her expectations and called out Mark Goeten’s name.

“Sir Mark Goeten said he prefers working with a small group, so please take on the role of Protector of Gwangpung Hall.”

I chose him as the Protector of Gwangpung Hall, accepting his preference for fighting alone rather than commanding an entire unit.

“It is an honor! I shall protect the Junmujeonju with my life!”

Mark Goeten knelt, pledging to become the Junmujeonju’s shadow as a protector.

“Below him, I shall assign Dorian and Crain.”

Dorian and Crain were the strongest swordsmen in Gwangpung Hall, aside from Trevin and the three squad leaders. With their respective specialties, moving alongside Mark Goeten would prove invaluable.

“Wh…?”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened the moment Mark Goeten became the protector. He seemed startled that the organizational structure had deviated from what he’d anticipated.

“And….”

I smiled faintly as I watched the bewildered Burren Zigheart.

“I appoint Burren Zigheart as Vice-Junmujeonju of Gwangpung Hall.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I placed Burren’s name in the position of Vice-Junmujeonju.

“I… how could I….”

Burren Zigheart’s jaw trembled, as if he had believed Mark Goeten would become the Vice-Junmujeonju.

“Burren. You’re the only one who can control and nurture the reckless ones of Gwangpung Hall in my stead.”

I descended from the platform. I patted his shoulder, telling him I trusted him.

“Ugh….”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes trembled with emotion as he squeezed them shut, then opened them before kneeling and bowing deeply.

“I shall repay that trust with my very life!”

He wasn’t merely expressing gratitude—he was vowing to honor that trust. I found that response far more satisfying.

“The members of Gwangpung 3rd Squad under Burren’s command shall be divided equally between the Wanyeol Unit and the Nachal Unit.”

I finished assigning the remaining personnel and lowered my hand.

“Well, now that we’ve established the basic organizational structure, shall we create a system?”
“Pardon?”
“Isn’t it already finished?”
“Aren’t a system and organizational structure the same thing?”

The swordsmen widened their eyes in confusion, unable to grasp what I meant.

“Training.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“The system of swordsmen ultimately comes down to martial prowess. I’ve prepared very special training to strengthen your abilities.”

I spoke of training different from what they’d experienced before, rotating my wrists.

“Oh! Training from the Junmujeonju?”
“This is exciting.”
“Training prepared by a Transcendent himself—what a blessing.”

The swordsmen from the Cheoljeon Unit nodded with eager smiles.

“Oh, here it comes….”
“I should have taken leave….”
“Damn it! I didn’t expect training to start right away.”

Meanwhile, those from the Gwangpung Corps turned pale as if facing hell itself, their jaws trembling.

“Everyone, move to the entrance of Bekmang Mountain.”
“L-let’s go….”

Burren Zigheart, true to his role as vice-leader, guided the struggling swordsmen toward Bekmang Mountain.

“Hmm….”

Dogyae slowly rose to his feet and shook his head.

“Now that the Gwangpung Corps has become the Gwangpung Hall, I suppose I’m no longer needed.”

He shook his head, saying it had been difficult all this time.

“There will be many more difficult trials ahead, but endure and….”
“Where are you going?”

I shook my head, asking why Raon was leaving.

“Did I not tell you? Now that the Gwangpung Corps has become the Gwangpung Hall, I have duties to….”
“Chief Steward, you’re making a grave mistake.”

I smiled and waved my hand.

“W-what do you mean….”

Dogyae swallowed dryly, flustered by my composed demeanor.

“You’re not the Chief Steward of the Gwangpung Corps—you’re the Chief Steward of the Annex Building. Have you forgotten after all this time?”

I shrugged, reminding him to remember well.

“Huh? W-wait!”

Dogyae’s mouth fell open as old memories surfaced.

“In other words, you can’t escape even if you wanted to.”

I shook my head, telling him not to worry.

“Hold on! Then how long do I have to stay here!”
“For life.”

I shook my head, saying he could never escape.

“And Chief Steward, you should go to Bekmang Mountain as well. From now on, it would be best if we trained together. To keep your mind from wandering.”

I shook my head, saying the Chief Steward couldn’t escape either.

“Dammit!”

Dogyae grabbed his head, cursing himself for speaking up in the first place.

—Even restraining an old man like that….

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he watched me laugh and Dogyae wail.

—You truly are a vicious one.
‘I enslave even the True Demon King, so an old man should be fine, right?’

I waved my hand, asking why he was so surprised.

—Enslave the True Demon King? Who exactly….”

I raised a finger to point at him as Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

—The True Demon King? The True Demon King is… Ah!

Only then did Wrath realize he was in the same situation as his own slave, and he let out a scream.

“Aaaaaargh!”
—Kyaaaaargh!
“Well then, shall we go?”

I climbed toward Bekmang Mountain, listening to the harmony of human and demon screams.

“As long as we don’t die, it should be fine.”

Should I start with the hellfire mountain climb first?

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