The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 634

“Ch, Chief!”

“How could this happen…?”

“That’s impossible! The Snow Queen was killed by a mere child!”

“Ah…”

The mages of the Black Tower trembled as they looked at Snow Queen’s lifeless body at Raon’s feet. Cold sweat streamed down their foreheads.

“Quickly! Move as fast as you can!”

Burren gritted his teeth and thrust his sword towards the mages. The sharp, cutting wind from his blade sliced through the chests of the bewildered mages.

“That man always does what he says! This is no joke!”

Martha furrowed her brows and activated her berserk mode. The aura gleaming in her grasp fell with overwhelming weight.

Boom!

The impact was so powerful that the entire labyrinth shook, sending the mages flying in all directions.

“I hate training…”

Runaan, with urgency in her blank eyes, scattered frost. The icy chill from her blue sword gripped the hands and feet of the mages.

“These bastards only bring harm to the world!”

Mark Gorton gritted his teeth, seemingly more disgusted by the mages than afraid of Raon’s training. His fierce attack sliced through the neck of a captain directing the mages.

Boom!

As the captains of the Light Wind Division and Mark Gorton unleashed their explosive power, the protective wall of demonic energy surrounding the mages shattered in an instant.

“The path is clear!”

“Show no mercy to the mages! Kill them all!”

“Let’s go!”

The Light Wind Division advanced swiftly, exploiting the opening created by their captains.

“Stop them! Hold them off at any cost!”

“How can we hold them off?!”

“Ugh…”

“It’s over… We’re finished!”

The mages, still in shock from Snow Queen’s death, were pushed back without being able to mount a proper counterattack.

“You fools! Do you want to die here?”

“Get out there now!”

“There is a way to survive!”

Even the master-level mages tried to rally their forces, but Burren, Martha, and Runaan moved to crush any sign of a counterattack.

“Do you think you can fight? It’s over!”

“You wretched rats, it’s all over!”

“There’s no way out.”

Each of the three captains took on a master-level mage, cutting off any hope of retaliation.

With Snow Queen dead and the captains incapacitated, the remaining mages were easily uprooted like weeds.

“You’re the last one!”

Martha darted forward like a flying tiger and drove her sword into the neck of the last standing captain-level mage.

“Ugh…”

The mage stretched out his hand helplessly towards the sky before collapsing.

“It’s over!”

Burren swallowed dryly and turned around.

“The time!”

“Has it been five minutes yet?”

All of the Light Wind Division looked at Raon with a mix of fear and anticipation.

“Hmm…”

Raon tapped his wrist and shook his head.

“Unfortunately, five minutes have passed.”

“What…?”

“No way!”

“We finished quickly!”

The Light Wind Division gaped in disbelief that five minutes had passed.

“Five minutes?”

Rimmer tilted his head.

“It seemed like it ended in about four minutes.”

He too was puzzled, thinking he had miscounted the time.

“Vice Leader.”

Raon narrowed his eyes at Rimmer.

“Do you want to train together?”

“…”

Rimmer shuddered and shook his head.

“F-five minutes have passed! Definitely! I saw it!”

To protect himself, he betrayed the Light Wind Division.

“You damned celestial being!”

Wrath furrowed his brows deeply.

“How can a human lie without even blinking an eye!”

Wrath sighed in exasperation.

‘It’s all for their sake.’

Raon smiled and shook his head.

“No, it hasn’t!”

Dorian raised his hand high. He held up a portable watch and shook his head.

“I started the watch right when the leader mentioned five minutes, and the alarm hasn’t gone off yet!”

After a few more ticks, the watch vibrated and emitted a small chirping sound.

“See? Now it’s five minutes!”

“…”

Raon looked at Dorian’s watch and clicked his tongue.

“The watch must be broken…”

“You know I always take care of my essentials. It’s not broken!”

Dorian confidently placed his hands on his hips.

“Oh!”

“Dorian! Dorian did it!”

“He beat the devil!”

“He captured the demon king! Hero Dorian!”

The entire Light Wind Division cheered and raised their hands in celebration of Dorian.

“Hahaha!”

Wrath held his chubby belly and burst into laughter.

“You got outdone by the wallet! Serves you right!”

[Beep beep beep!]

Kayaan flapped its wings and snickered.

“Argh!”

[Squawk!]

Raon grabbed Kayaan with his left hand and Wrath with his right, approaching the Light Wind Division.

“It seems I made a mistake. I apologize.”

With time measured, insisting otherwise would only damage his reputation. He had to admit when he was wrong.

“What a rare sight.”

Wrath blinked in surprise.

“Really?”

“You’re admitting it?”

“Wow!”

“Dorian! Dorian! Dorian!”

The Light Wind Division cheered in joy, tossing Dorian into the air.

“We did it!”

Krein wiggled his fingers mockingly as he danced.

“Krein.”

Raon approached the mischievous Krein.

“Yes?”

“You’ve been cut.”

“It’s nothing serious.”

Krein tried to hide the wound on the back of his hand.

“A little more serious, and you might’ve lost your hand.”

“Well, that…”

“And it wasn’t just any blade, it was imbued with demonic energy. If you were unlucky, you might’ve lost your arm.”

“That… yes…”

Raon pointed his finger.

“Dorian.”

“Yes?”

Dorian approached cautiously, sensing the atmosphere.

“You were cut on your thigh.”

“It just grazed me. Didn’t even break the skin…”

“Demonic energy can cause severe damage even with a light touch. It’s not just any energy.”

“Oh…”

“That’s two.”

Raon walked past Dorian to the rest of the Light Wind Division. They were all minorly injured swordsmen.

“What are you doing? Why are you counting?”

“Not sure.”

“I don’t like this feeling…”

The Light Wind Division swallowed nervously as Raon counted over ten injured members.

“Twenty-five.”

Raon returned to his original spot after counting all the injured swordsmen.

“This is the number of fools who got injured in this battle.”

“…”

The Light Wind Division bowed their heads and kept silent, their festive mood gone.

“Do you think it’s acceptable for twenty-five of you to get injured fighting mages who were mentally broken after Snow Queen’s death?”

“That… that’s not it…”

“Yes! We fought urgently because we were short on time!”

“The less time you have, the more you need to stay focused. Do you think that’s an excuse?”

Raon’s sharp words left the Light Wind Division pale.

“This won’t do. We need to train a bit here.”

“W-wait! That wasn’t the agreement!”

Krein raised his head like a meerkat.

“What agreement?”

“Finishing within five minutes should exempt us from training…”

“You misunderstand. This training is special education for those who foolishly got injured. It’s unrelated to the time.”

Raon looked down at the Light Wind Division, his lips curling into a smile.

“The demon king has revived…”

“Why does he resurrect so quickly?”

“Who will take him down?”

The Light Wind Division sighed, resigned to their fate.

[Devil…]

Even Kayaan trembled its wings sympathetically towards the Light Wind Division.

“You idiots! How many times do I have to tell you!”

Wrath yelled at the Light Wind Division.

“There is no demon king like him even in the demon realm!”

* * *

“Haa.”

Sword Master Serena lowered her sword and let out a short breath. Behind her lay a mountain of giant monster corpses covered in white fur.

Though the blood still flowed over the ground, the snow falling from the sky quickly erased any trace of the battle.

“…”

Serena slowly lifted her gaze. Endless snowflakes fell from the empty sky. There was nothing on the ground but an endless plain.

‘Where am I?’

The scenery of the fourth floor, which she reached after passing through the third labyrinth, was no different from this place she had reached after walking for over a day.

This world consisted only of this snowy field, the snow, and the monsters.

‘Is there really no one else here?’

She had crossed to the fourth floor with the Sword Masters, but she hadn’t encountered anyone, not even her subordinates. It seemed like an exceptionally vast place or a space isolated from the outside world.

Walking through the empty snowy field, she found her stamina depleting faster than during battles. Facing monsters that appeared without warning took a mental toll, making her body feel heavy.

‘Is this really the Sword Master’s tomb?’

Though she had ignored it to move faster than the Ohma, the identity of this tomb became more dubious the more she thought about it.

‘Rather than a tomb, it feels like…’

A place to test one’s abilities.

Ordinary tombs and dungeons had death traps to stop intruders. This tomb, however, seemed to create an environment to test intruders rather than trap them. The intent behind the Sword Master’s tomb was incomprehensible.

‘What kind of monster created this place?’

Whether it was the Sword Master or someone else, it was clear they were of unimaginable skill.

Thinking about it more only made her head hurt, so she looked up at the sky again. Seeing the relentless snowfall reminded her of the family member she met before coming here.

‘Is Raon doing well?’

Though she trusted Raon’s abilities and judgment, she couldn’t help but worry since he was up against the White Religion, the Black Tower, and the Holy Sword Alliance.

Especially since Raon had helped her before entering the dungeon, she wondered if he was progressing well.

‘I need to get out of here first… Hm?’

As Serena surveyed the endless snowy field, she saw a small figure in the distance.

‘It’s not a monster.’

The monsters on the fourth floor appeared without warning. This was the first time she saw a human form.

‘Who is it?’

She didn’t rush in recklessly, instead focusing her aura in her eyes. Despite the snow, the golden hair that didn’t lose its shine and the red eyes burning like the sun stood out, along with the signature black long coat.

“Raon?”

“Sword Master Serena!”

Raon, recognizing her, ran towards her.

“I’m glad to see you here, Sword Master Serena!”

He greeted her with a cheerful smile.

“Have you been wandering here too?”

“Yes. It seems it’s been over a day.”

Raon sighed, describing the place as a relentless area with no end in sight.

“The same for me.”

Serena nodded and examined Raon. Given the peculiarity of this place, she checked for anything unusual but found nothing. His aura and physique were the same, as were the tears in his uniform from his fights with the Demonic Swordsman and Snow Queen before coming here.

“Anything unusual happen?”

“Just before arriving here.”

Raon shook his head.

“Just before arriving?”

“Yes. I encountered Snow Queen in the third labyrinth.”

“You defeated her?”

“Yes.”

He smiled modestly, saying he defeated Snow Queen.

“Ha…”

Serena chuckled.

“You’re truly something else.”

“It was a stroke of luck. He was tough to handle, controlling demonic energy like waves.”

“Though I’m curious how you did it, let’s move first.”

She gestured for him to follow.

“We need to find the others.”

“Understood.”

Raon nodded and positioned himself to her left rear.

“Tell me as we walk. How did you meet Snow Queen and defeat him?”

Serena, walking forward, gestured for Raon to continue.

“As I reached the end of the labyrinth, he came out as if waiting for me. I had the Light Wind Division fight the mages while I fought him one-on-one…”

Raon calmly explained his battle with Snow Queen.

“Using ice… You’re something else…”

Serena smiled and looked ahead. Meeting Raon, someone she cherished, relaxed her, making her feel like she was back home with her family.

“I had an easier time than you.”

“You didn’t meet Ohma?”

“No. I was far from Ohma. Just got caught in some nasty traps in the labyrinth…”

As she recounted her experience, Raon, maintaining his smile, formed a knife hand with his right hand. Without any hint of killing intent, he thrust it towards Serena’s back.

Thud!

* * *

“Burren, you’re too focused on leading everyone from the front, which leaves you unable to show your true strength.”

Raon dusted off his hands and stood before Burren.

“Understood.”

Burren, with dark circles under his eyes, nodded weakly.

“Martha, you’re relying too much on your berserk mode lately. Depending solely on that power will degrade your true skills.”

“Ugh…”

Martha bit her lip, unable to refute.

“Runaan, you’re still too passive. You have more to accomplish.”

“Yes…”

Runaan, understanding the meaning, bowed her head.

“Dorian, it’s good that you move to overcome fear, but you’re too hasty, which narrows your vision. Be careful. Next is…”

Raon pointed out all the flaws he observed during the battle and training.

The Light Wind Division deeply engraved Raon’s advice in their hearts, understanding that he wasn’t doing this out of spite.

“Rest time is over. Get ready.”

Raon clapped his hands and pointed to the path leading to the fourth floor.

“One last piece of advice: trust your abilities more. Be confident.”

“Understood!”

With a smile, the Light Wind Division entered the path to the fourth floor.

“Are you planning to elevate the Light Wind Division to the level of the Celestial Sword Division?”

Rimmer, the last one remaining, turned his gaze.

“Not just to their level, but to surpass them.”

Raon shook his head. He didn’t intend to stop here. He planned to elevate the entire Light Wind Division to masters, making them the most powerful force on the continent, not just in Zieghart.

“I’m starting to feel a bit sorry for them.”

Rimmer mumbled, feeling he might have passed on the position too quickly, and entered the path.

“They’ll be grateful later.”

Raon chuckled and entered the dark tunnel last.

Woong!

The sensation of floating remained, but the time it took to fall was markedly shorter.

“Phew.”

Raon exhaled softly and opened his eyes.

White.

A pure white snowy field with no trees, bushes, or stones spread before him.

Snowflakes, the size of a child’s fist, fell endlessly, making it seem as if everything would be buried in this snowfield.

‘No one is here.’

Not only was the Light Wind Division gone, but even Kayaan had disappeared from his hand.

-No one? I am still here!

Wrath shook his head, warning Raon not to fool around.

‘You’re right. Thanks to you, I won’t be bored.’

Raon smiled and proceeded through the snowfield.

But there was truly nothing.

No people, no monsters, no trees, clouds, or sun. It was impossible to tell if he was moving forward or backward.

-What kind of place is this?!

Wrath frowned in frustration.

-Why does it never end no matter how long we walk? This is so boring!

‘I feel the same.’

The first three floors had a discernible intent, but the fourth floor’s purpose was a mystery.

‘Are they trying to annoy us?’

As Raon clicked his tongue, he saw a dark shadow to his right.

“Raon!”

Enhancing his vision with the Eye of Wrath, he saw Rimmer waving and running towards him. Snow piled on his head and shoulders made him look like a snowman.

“Vice Leader.”

“Finally found you!”

Rimmer sighed in relief, his voice full of worry.

-Hmm?

Wrath smirked at Rimmer.

Raon lowered his gaze as he looked at Rimmer. He inspected him just in case but found nothing unusual.

“I was alone all day, it was too tough.”

Rimmer complained, shaking his head. It seemed he was frustrated by the lack of people to boss around.

“Nothing happened to you?”

“This place is empty, so it was actually comfortable.”

“That’s just like you.”

Rimmer laughed and nodded.

“Let’s move quickly. I’m worried about the others.”

He frowned, worried about the Light Wind Division.

“…Alright.”

Raon nodded calmly and started walking straight ahead. As he moved forward, Rimmer gathered his fingers into a knife hand.

The hand, sharpened more than a sword, silently thrust towards Raon’s back.

Whoosh!

However, Rimmer’s knife hand only cut through the falling snow.

Thud!

Raon emerged like a phantom from the ground, grabbing the trembling Rimmer’s wrist.

“H-how!”

Rimmer trembled as he saw Raon’s cold eyes.

“That damned elf master would never worry about me or the others.”

Rimmer hated being emotional. Even if he worried, he wouldn’t show it.

Crack!

Raon’s eyes burned like molten lava as he tightened his grip, crushing the wrist of the impostor posing as Rimmer.

“Who are you?”