The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 984

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Chapter 984

[Krrrraaaagh!]

Desiuros trembled visibly, his diamond-shaped pupils quivering as he faced me—the sheer terror of my presence was overwhelming.

-Hmmmm!

Wrath circled around Desiuros, examining his entire body with an appraising gaze and licking his lips.

-This beast’s flesh is plump and well-marbled! The fat is firm—it’ll have a magnificent char when roasted, I’m certain of it!

Since the Gwangpung Corps had already left their blade marks on him, Wrath suggested we simply season the wounds and roast him as is, his anticipation evident.

‘You have no right to call me mad….’

Suggesting we season the wounds carved by qi infusion before roasting—it was beyond imagination. Of all the beings I’d encountered, he was the most deranged.

Whoooosh!

I severed Desiuros’s horn with my demonic sword, which burned with an azure flame.

[Uhhhhh….]

Desiuros shrank back as he felt his hardest horn—the most resilient part of his body—sliced away like paper.

“The Dragon Lord visited you recently, didn’t he?”

I looked down at Desiuros with calm eyes, as though I already knew everything.

[Y-yes, but how did you…]

Desiuros’s eyes—larger than his own torso—rolled frantically as he swallowed hard.

‘As I suspected.’

Just as I’d anticipated, the Dragon Lord had apparently visited the ancient dragons and revealed his plans for the future.

‘This one will be easy to extract information from.’

Desiuros had no idea that Latiru had deliberately leaked the information. Given how confused the current situation must be, it seemed wise to exploit his disoriented state of mind to gather more details.

“Shut up and answer my questions.”

I grasped the divine blade I had driven into the sand.

Whoooosh!

The scorching heat radiating from the blade’s edge grazed across Desiuros’s face. Blood sprayed from beneath his eyes where the sword energy had passed.

[U-ugh…]

Desiuros, gripped by the terror of death, slowly opened his massive maw.

[Y-yes, just as you said, the Lord came to visit not long ago.]

He concluded that I already knew everything and immediately spilled the truth.

“He told you to prepare for war, didn’t he?”

I watched Desiuros’s trembling pupils and flexed my grip on the demonic blade.

[N-no. Who exactly are you…]

As Desiuros’s jaw quivered in shock, the sand piled around him rippled like waves.

[What is your identity? Are you the golden-haired, red-eyed human the Lord warned me about…]

His bridge of his nose trembled as he reeled from the incomprehensible turn of events. His very expression provided the answer.

‘The golden-haired, red-eyed human the Dragon Lord warned about isn’t me—it must be Grandfather.’

The golden-haired, red-eyed human the Dragon Lord would naturally warn about would be Glen.

Even if I didn’t know it now, my former self hadn’t yet reached a level worthy of the Lord’s attention.

‘So they really were preparing for war.’

Based on Desiuros’s response and the circumstances thus far, it was clear that the Dragons were positioning themselves alongside Sama and preparing for war.

‘Infuriating lizards.’

These so-called arbiters of the world stood behind entities bent on dragging the Continent toward destruction, readying themselves for conflict. It was utterly absurd.

-The True Demon King said it himself, didn’t he?

Wrath shook his head with disdain.

-Those lizards are worthless except when you’re eating them! They’re an ‘invasive species’ that should be killed on sight!

He dismissed the notion that they were divine messengers or arbiters of the Continent, snorting that they were nothing but vermin.

‘Vermin? That’s actually fitting when you think about it.’

I chuckled softly and planted my foot on Desiuros’s snout.

“What else did he say?”

I took a short breath and tilted my chin.

[Th-that’s all. He told us to prepare for war and to be wary of you.]

Desiuros shook his head as if he thought I was Glen.

“That can’t be everything.”

I slowly extended my hand, bringing the brilliant blue-flaming Demonic Sword close to Desiuros’s pupils.

[I-I’m telling the truth! He said a war that will shake the entire Continent is coming soon, and that we should recruit more Guardians!]

Desiuros’s jaw trembled as he insisted that was truly all.

“You’re being annoying.”

I clicked my tongue briefly and stabbed the Demonic Sword into the soft tissue inside Desiuros’s gums.

Screeeeeech!

The Dragon’s flesh split like cheese under the frost blade’s piercing strike, and crimson blood erupted skyward.

[KROOOOOOAHHH!]

Desiuros shrieked in agony, thrashing his entire body as he experienced pain for the first time in his existence.

‘There’s no need to treat this garbage lizard with any semblance of humanity.’

Desiuros had abandoned his duties as a mediator and instead enslaved humans and Dwarves to construct a factory for gem cutting.

‘Deep within those accursed tunnels, no less.’

Since I had personally rescued the hostages, I could survey the interior of the Lair—and it was nothing short of an inferno.

Even with my high fire resistance, the heat was unbearable; for ordinary people and even heat-resistant Dwarves, it would have been absolute hell.

For a lizard who had kidnapped and tormented humans and Dwarves merely to satisfy his own desires, torture was a mercy he didn’t deserve.

“You’d do well to open your mouth quickly. I’m not a patient man.”

I drew a cold smile as I spoke, my tone promising escalating intensity.

[Hnnnngh!]

Desiuros’s terrified eyes darted left and right as he desperately tried to recall something.

[W-wait, now that you mention it….]

He slightly opened his mouth, blood trickling down his jaws.

“Now that I mention it?”

I gestured with my chin for him to continue.

[When I asked the Lord about when the war would occur, he said the humans beneath the volcano weren’t ready yet.]
“Beneath the volcano?”
[Yes. He told me he’d show me the location later and that I should go see it myself….]

Desiuros shook his head, insisting that was truly all he knew.

‘A volcano.’

Finally, a clue had emerged.

The Continent was vast and home to countless volcanoes, but with the resources of the Five Emperors at my disposal, I could locate an artificial one within a reasonable timeframe.

“Who’s beneath the volcano?”

I tilted the Divine Sword slightly as I regarded Desiuros.

[I-I don’t know. He just told me to go there later!]

He shook his head, saying the Dragon Lord had vanished after leaving only those words.

‘That’s unfortunate.’

Even among the Four Demons, Derus, the White Blood Cult, and Eden had vastly different natures.

If I knew their identities, I could prepare accordingly and launch an assault, but the inability to do so was regrettable.

‘Still, one thing has become clear.’

I furrowed my brow as I gazed at the golden-gleaming sky.

‘The Dragon Lord knows the locations of all the Four Demons.’

Just as it had been discussed in the Five Emperors Council, the Dragon Lord clearly knew not only the location of the Black Tower but also the whereabouts of the remaining Four Demons.

“What’s next?”

I etched the location beneath the volcano into my mind and nodded.

[T-There is no next! That’s all I know!]

Desiuros shook his wide eyes, insisting he had revealed everything he knew.

“I doubt that.”

I clicked my tongue softly.

[It’s true! I’ve told you everything I know!]

Desiuros cried out, insisting he had recounted every detail of his conversation with the Dragon Lord without omitting a single word.

“Is that so…”

I picked up the Soul Reaper Sword again, licking my lips.

“Then your body will tell me the truth.”

With a sinister smile, I drove both the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword between his scales.

Whoa!

I forced torrents of scorching heat and freezing cold into him as if torturing a human.

[Krraaaaaaagh!]

Desiuros experienced agony beyond anything he’d felt before, his eyes rolling back as he convulsed violently.

-Hold on!

Wrath shook his head frantically, signaling me to stop.

‘Don’t interfere. This creature enslaved innocent people.’
-That’s not it! If you torture him too much, he’ll get stressed and the meat will become tough!

He raised his finger, insisting that the creature needed proper rest intervals.

‘…’

I stared at Wrath with a blank expression.

‘What am I going to do with this glutton…?’

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“Hmm….”

I narrowed my brows as I gazed upon Desiuros’s neck and face, now reduced to tatters.

‘It seems he truly knows nothing beyond this.’

Even when I drove the Frost Demonic Sword—which held a natural advantage against Desiuros—into his tongue and tortured him, he refused to speak.
It appeared he had indeed divulged everything he knew.

[Uuuugh….]
“Desiuros.”

I approached the creature as he gasped like one on the verge of death.

[Kugh!]

Desiuros’s eyes averted in fear at merely the sight of me.

“One last question.”

I gestured downward with my finger toward Desiuros.

“Where is the Dragon Lord’s Lair?”

Given how matters had unfolded, it seemed prudent to deal with the Lord before seeking out Sama.

Once I captured him, the location of Sama would reveal itself naturally.

[I… I don’t know.]

Desiuros shook his head, spitting blackened blood.

“You don’t know? The location of the Lair?”
[Y-yes. The Lord comes to us directly, but has never once summoned us to the Lair.]

His bloodied snout trembled as he met my gaze.

[Besides, Dragons show little interest in their own kind….]

Desiuros shook his head, saying he didn’t even know the Lairs of other Dragons besides the Dragon Lord.

‘It seems to be true.’

Looking at Desiuros’s expression, his words appeared to be genuine.

-That’s probably right. Dragons don’t care whether an ancient dragon or an elder dragon dies—only if a young hatchling perishes do they take notice.

Wrath let out a scoff, calling them the least cohesive race in the world.

“Alright then. This is where it ends.”

I nodded calmly and lifted the demonic sword, its blue light beginning to scatter.

[What? Th-this is where it ends….]

Desiuros lifted his head urgently.

[Didn’t you say you’d spare me if I spoke!]
“When did I?”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“The only way you could have survived was by capturing those bastards.”

I gestured mockingly toward the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“I never once said I’d spare you for answering questions.”

I simply waved my hand, telling him it was merely his own misunderstanding.

[Ugh….]

Desiuros realized he had made a grave mistake and his jaw trembled.

[No, this can’t be!]
“Stop struggling.”

I swung the Soul Reaper Sword down toward Desiuros’s neck as he gathered mana for a final desperate struggle.

Shhwaaaaaack!

A clean cutting sound rang out like slicing through paper, and a blue line appeared across Desiuros’s neck.

Craaaaaash!

The frozen dragon’s neck shattered with an elegant shimmer of frost.

[Ah….]

The dragon who had lived for thousands of years and abandoned the mediator’s creed fell as a lizard into the frigid desert.

Kuuuuuung!

I confirmed that Desiuros’s breath had ceased, then shook the blood from both the Divine Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword.

-The True Demon King sees all.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he watched me.

-That lizard wouldn’t have spared the children even if he’d won against Gwangpung Hall, would he?
‘Of course not.’

I nodded without hesitation.

‘There’s no need to keep promises with trash.’

Just as Wrath said, even if Desiuros had won against Gwangpung Hall, I would have immediately thrown the Victory Sword to subdue him.

A lizard like that wasn’t worth keeping alive.

‘Better than expected….’

I smacked my lips as I looked at Desiuros’s corpse, his eyes dimming.

‘The harvest is quite good.’

We captured the ancient dragon Desiuros, weakening the enemy’s forces, obtained information that one of the Four Demons was beneath the volcano, and rescued numerous hostages.
There were no losses—only gains.

‘Oh, one more thing.’

I smiled as I watched the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

‘Those guys have gained confidence and experience.’

Gwangpung Hall had succeeded in hunting an ancient dragon and awakened to the true power they possessed. This experience would prove invaluable in the wars to come.

-There’s more yet!

Wrath raised a finger, insisting there was still something else.

-We can now feast on roasted dragon! And it’s a Red Dragon with the finest flame-kissed flavor at that!

He chuckled as if that were the greatest prize of all.

“Sigh….”

How had it come to this?

I felt a twinge of guilt, as though I’d somehow corrupted Wrath.

“Phew, it’s finally over.”

Burren Zigheart released the tension he’d been holding until the very end, exhaling a long, weary breath.

“I really thought we were done for this time. When that breath came flying, I nearly lost it!”

Martha wiped cold sweat from her brow, recalling the moment the dragon’s fiery breath had descended.

“The heat was unbearable….”

Lunan Slion shook his head, apparently finding the oppressive heat of this region more taxing than the battle with Desiuros itself.

“To be honest, I wanted to run away, but everyone else held their ground….”

Crain slumped his shoulders, having endured by thinking of his comrade beside him.

“Uehehehe….”

Dorian let out an eerie laugh as if he’d never cried, examining Desiuros’s corpse from every angle.
He seemed already delighted at the thought of stuffing that body into his spatial pouch.

“He really is insane….”

Trevin shook his head, remarking that Dorian didn’t seem to be in his right mind.

“That’s precisely why he can survive in Gwangpung Hall.”

Mark Goeten chuckled calmly, saying they’d have to get used to it going forward.

“Um, over there….”

As I sheathed the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, now returned to their original forms, a parched voice called out from behind.

“I’m truly sorry for asking why you saved us.”
“We were disrespectful to our benefactor….”
“Please forgive us.”

The people who had been held captive by Desiuros bowed their heads in apology for what they’d said when they saw Breath.

“It’s fine. I understand completely.”

I smiled without reservation and waved my hand.

‘To them, Desiuros must have been both a demon and a god.’

These people had been kidnapped by Desiuros and lived for a long time within the Lair, where there was nothing but heat.

It was only natural that those who had survived without being able to die would be terrified upon seeing Desiuros’s Breath.

“Thank you for saving us.”

Latiru knelt upon the sand, speaking with genuine gratitude.

“I shall repay this debt of gratitude, no matter what it takes.”

He bowed deeply, declaring that since his life was now owed to them, he would repay it with everything he had.

“We feel the same way! We swear to repay this debt!”

The Dwarves behind Laritu lowered their heads in unison, crying out their gratitude for being saved.

“This is why rescue missions are so rewarding.”
“I’m not doing this for praise, but seeing the faces of people like them… it fills my heart with pride.”
“It makes me want to push harder going forward.”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen waved their hands toward the grateful people and Dwarves.

Whoooosh!

As the Dwarves finished their bows and rose to their feet, their eyes suddenly gleamed with fervent intensity.

“Benefactor! I know this sounds mad, but might we see your sword?”
“Where did you learn swordsmanship? That’s no ordinary sword aura!”
“What will you do with the Dragon’s corpse? We can craft weapons and armor for you!”

The moment their thanks were finished, the Dwarves unleashed their desires. Driven by an insatiable hunger to see my blade and technique, they shambled forward with zombie-like movements.

“That… can wait for now.”

I shook my head as I gazed at the desert, now blackened as if dead.

“It would be best to leave this place before it grows any darker.”

I suggested we withdraw from this hellish land and looked around at our surroundings.

“Before that, if you tell me where you originally lived, I’ll escort you there.”

I asked them to tell me where they had lived and looked at the people and Dwarves.

“The mountain that was our home was destroyed by Desiuros. So…”

Latiru looked at me and licked his lips.

“Would you be willing to accept us into your forces?”

He bowed his head in supplication.

“Please, we beg you!”

The other Dwarves bent their waists as well, requesting to be taken in as new recruits.

Though some of them seemed less motivated by necessity and more by the prospect of witnessing his sword and swordsmanship—their eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“Since I’m not the Head of House of my family, I’ll simply take your request under consideration for now.”

Raon smiled and turned his gaze toward the others.

“And you are….”
“Our village was also destroyed by Desiuros.”

An old man whose face was etched with wrinkles like tree bark shook his head.

“It was right in front of this desert, but with just a single gesture from that monster….”

The old man’s lips trembled as he described how the entire village had burned and been buried beneath the sand.

“Then let’s all move together for now.”

Raon nodded, having decided to lead everyone back to Zigheart.

“First, we need to organize the corpse and the spoils left here.”

Naturally, I had to claim Desiuros’s corpse as well as the wealth he had accumulated.

“That’s right! We know where everything is, so we’ll bring it all for you!”

Latiru rolled up his sleeves and nodded eagerly.

“Finally, it’s our turn to shine!”
“Let’s start by processing that damned Dragon’s corpse!”

The Dwarves licked their lips in anticipation, eager to help divide the Dragon’s remains and move the items left scattered about.

“Ah, there’s no need for that.”

I told them to rest and gestured toward the back.

“Dorian.”
“Yes! I’ve been waiting for your call!”

Dorian raised his hand in a salute and opened his spatial pouch in front of Desiuros.

“Huh…?”
“W-what are you trying to do?”
“Even if it’s a spatial pouch, you can’t just put an entire dragon corpse inside it…”

The dwarves blinked in confusion.

“It’s fine!”

Dorian shook his head as if telling them to just watch, then lifted the tail of the dead Desiuros.

The moment he inserted the tail’s tip into the spatial pouch, the dragon’s corpse—massive enough to traverse the desert—was instantly sucked inside.

“Huh…?”
“H-how is this possible?”
“What kind of spatial pouch is this…?”
“M-monster! Nothing but monsters!”

Not only the hostages but the dwarves as well gasped in astonishment, their eyes wide. They looked even more shocked than when Gwangpung Hall had defeated Desiuros.

-What! Aren’t we eating it now?

Wrath waved his hand, insisting we roast Desiuros and eat it immediately.

The hostages are exhausted. We need to let them rest first.

I waved my hand at Wrath to calm him down.

-Then feed me something else! I’ve been starving all day!
No, that’s not…—
-Come on, let’s eat! Bring anything!

It was when Wrath began pouting like a child.

[You have successfully hunted an Ancient Dragon.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]
[Trait….]
[Title….]

I glanced at the message and nodded toward Wrath.

‘Here it comes. Your reward.’

I pointed to the blue-tinted message, saying it had come in abundance.

-Wait, why did this show up?! This bastard didn’t even catch it!

Wrath erupted in protest, questioning why he received a reward when Gwangpung Hall was the one who defeated it.

‘That’s true. Gwangpung Hall won the battle… Oh! I landed the killing blow?’

Raon snapped his fingers. Now that he thought about it, he was the one who had killed Desiuros in the end.

-W-Killing blow? What kind of nonsense is that?! This pathetic system bastard! The True Demon King never set that up!

Wrath raged, demanding to know why the system was acting on its own.

‘Hmm….’

I ignored Wrath’s outburst and narrowed my eyes as I examined the very last part of the message.

‘A new title….’

Dragon Slayer?

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