The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 693

“Ra, Raon! Stop!”

The leader of the Sran Tribe raised his arm, blocking Raon’s path.

“This is dangerous! Not only your teacher, but you could also be at risk!”

He referred to Ogram as his “brother” rather than “leader,” shaking his head.

“The aura of death binding my brother’s soul has already surpassed the level of martial arts. It’s touched the realm of curses created through magic and sorcery! If you make a mistake, you’ll be caught in it too!”

The leader of the Sran Tribe wasn’t just concerned about Ogram but also about Raon, shouting that this wasn’t something to be taken lightly.

“I know.”

Raon nodded heavily as he saw the trembling eyes of the Sran Tribe leader.

“But I must do this. And I’m confident I can succeed.”

As the leader of the Sran Tribe said, Derus’ aura of death had surpassed martial principles. Trying to save Ogram could leave a wound on Raon’s soul.

However, thanks to the Eyes of Wrath and the Ring of Fire, Raon could clearly sense the deathly energy binding Ogram’s soul.

At this moment, he was confident he could save Ogram without suffering any harm.

“Benefactor. I’m also against this.”

The Vice Leader stepped forward, biting his lip.

“If this is dangerous for both the leader and you, it’s better not to attempt it. If you get hurt, even if the leader wakes up, we won’t have the face to look at him.”

He seemed to agree with the Sran Tribe leader, shaking his head.

“You think *he* doesn’t know that?”

Garona suddenly burst through the door, nearly knocking it off its hinges, and entered the room.

“He values his teacher more than anyone here. If that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t have come here, and he certainly wouldn’t have attacked the White Blood Religion’s headquarters! If he says he can do it, then he really can!”

Garona walked up to Raon, nodding firmly.

“I believe in him. I want you to do it.”

Garona, showing his trust in Raon, pounded his chest with his fist. Blood oozed from the bandages wrapped around his shoulder, likely due to the strain he’d put on himself.

“Hmm…”

“Well…”

The Vice Leader and the leader of the Sran Tribe were at a loss for words after hearing Garona, Ogram’s disciple, express his trust in Raon.

“Ahem!”

Raon turned around at the sound of Glenn clearing his throat. Noticing he was still holding Glenn’s wrist, Raon quickly released it.

“My apologies.”

“…”

Glenn didn’t reply, instead looking at his slightly reddened wrist before raising his gaze to meet Raon’s.

“Are you confident?”

“I can’t do it alone, but with your help, it’s possible.”

“Then I’ll take responsibility.”

He stepped forward and nodded calmly.

“Pardon?”

“Leader?”

“If things go wrong, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Glenn waved his hand, indicating he would bear the burden of whatever might happen. His previously somber expression, looking down at Ogram’s unconscious form, now glowed faintly with a warm, reddish light.

“Leader! You shouldn’t say things like that…”

Sheryl reached out to Glenn, looking dismayed.

“Let it go.”

Rimmer stopped Sheryl and leaned toward her ear.

“He’s just thrilled because his grandson held his wrist.”

He whispered so only Sheryl could hear.

“Wha…?”

Sheryl exhaled sharply, glancing at Glenn. Just as Rimmer said, he looked genuinely pleased.

“Like a teenager… what is wrong with him?”

Rimmer shook his head, calling Glenn an infuriating old man.

“Hahaha.”

Roenn also let out a gentle laugh, as if he fully understood what was going on.

“My deepest apologies. I’ve committed a grave offense.”

The Vice Leader lowered his head to Raon.

“The Leader and the benefactor don’t need to take responsibility. I just ask you, please save the Leader.”

“Please!”

Not only the Vice Leader but also the leader of the Sran Tribe and other executives bowed their heads.

“Brother.”

Garona grabbed Raon’s shoulder, his hand trembling slightly.

“Just wait a little longer.”

Raon nodded to the leaders of the Beast Alliance.

“I’ll make sure you hear the Leader’s hearty laughter once again.”

* * *

Raon took a slow breath, gathering his energy.

He carefully channeled the intense heat of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation to examine the deathly energy entwining Ogram’s soul.

‘This is the starting point.’

Ogram’s soul was wrapped in the aura of death, much like a spider enveloping its prey in its web.

It would be too difficult to unravel all the deathly energy around his soul. Instead, Raon identified the thick knots that needed to be cut.

By fully utilizing the Ring of Fire, Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, and the Eyes of Wrath, he pinpointed eight knots that, once severed, would free Ogram’s soul without causing any harm.

Once he cut those knots, Ogram’s soul would be released, and he would be saved without injury.

“I’ve completed my assessment.”

After checking several times, Raon turned to Glenn and nodded.

“Please cut the spots where I mark with your aura.”

“You’re certain?”

“Yes.”

Raon smiled confidently.

“I know that Ogram’s body and soul are separated, but I don’t know the specifics. So…”

Glenn placed his hand over Raon’s, which rested on Ogram’s chest.

“You handle it yourself.”

As soon as Glenn finished speaking, a surge of Glenn’s lightning energy flowed into Raon through his hand.

‘This is…’

It wasn’t like Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation or Glacier. It was pure lightning energy, like a bolt of lightning that ruled the heavens.

It was overwhelmingly powerful, capable of shattering everything in existence, yet as warm as a spring breeze.

Raon swallowed as he looked into Glenn’s slightly trembling eyes.

‘Is he giving me another lesson?’

Though Glenn could handle the situation himself, he seemed to be giving Raon the opportunity to gain experience in wielding lightning energy.

Realizing Glenn’s intentions, Raon moved the lightning energy surging through his hand.

Thanks to Glenn’s guidance, he could control the crimson lightning as if it were his own energy.

Crack!

After swirling the lightning energy once, Raon sent it into Ogram’s body.

‘I must be careful.’

Since Ogram was in a vegetative state, he wouldn’t be able to say if it hurt. Raon had to be extremely precise in manipulating the lightning to avoid causing unnecessary harm.

Hoo.

Raon took a deep breath and directed the lightning blade toward the first knot of deathly energy.

Slash!

Ogram’s body trembled as if struck by a great force, and the first black chain binding his soul dissolved into nothing.

Though Raon had only cut through one knot, the intensity of his focus made him feel as if his whole body were drenched in sweat.

He bit his lip and moved the lightning toward the next knot.

Crack!

Thanks to Glenn’s continuous support, Raon severed six more knots.

Each time a chain of deathly energy was cut, Ogram’s complexion improved. His once zombie-like pallor gave way to a healthy flush.

“He’s coming back!”

“Leader!”

“Grrr…”

The Vice Leader, the leader of the Sran Tribe, and Garona had tears in their eyes as they witnessed the positive changes in Ogram. They clasped their hands together in prayer, watching Raon intently.

Raon gave a small nod and focused on the eighth and final knot. Although it was the last, he couldn’t afford to relax.

That knot was connected to dozens of strands of deathly energy.

‘This won’t be easy.’

The final knot was the first one Derus had tied, making it the strongest. It was still securely binding Ogram’s soul.

One wrong move, and Raon feared he might accidentally cut Ogram’s soul.

‘Hmm…’

Just as he felt a wave of frustration, Glenn gripped Raon’s hand tightly, providing support.

“Trust in yourself. You can do this.”

Hearing Glenn’s voice, which conveyed unwavering belief, the pressure weighing on Raon’s chest melted away like snow.

Crack!

Raon nodded to Glenn and directed the refreshed surge of lightning energy.

With the blade of the lightning imbued with Glenn’s noble will, Raon cut through the last of the deathly energy binding Ogram.

Kyaaaaaaang!

The chains of deathly energy shattered, and Ogram’s freed soul returned to his body.

“Haa…”

Raon exhaled heavily and collapsed on the spot.

“It’s done.”

He looked up at Glenn and nodded.

“Well done.”

Sensing the change in Ogram, Glenn gave a gentle smile and patted Raon’s shoulder.

“He’s back! The Leader’s soul has returned to his body!”

The leader of the Sran Tribe jumped up in shock.

“Then, will the Leader…”

“He should wake up soon.”

Raon answered for the stunned Sran Tribe leader, directing his words toward the Vice Leader.

“Th-thank you! Benefactor!”

“Brother! Thank you!”

“Raon! You really…”

The Vice Leader, Garona, and the leader of the Sran Tribe rushed forward and embraced Raon.

“Um, Leader… could you release my hand now?”

Raon glanced at Glenn, who was still holding onto his hand, and gave an awkward smile.

“Ahem!”

Glenn let out a long cough and quickly turned away.

“Goodness, just because his grandson held his hand, he’s so thrilled. If they had hugged, he might have fainted.”

Rimmer whispered to Sheryl, shaking his head.

“Well, it’s not just any grandson; it’s an amazing grandson. If it were me, I wouldn’t let go.”

Sheryl smiled gently, understanding Glenn’s behavior.

“Indeed. Where can you find such a devoted grandson?”

Roenn laughed softly, clearly proud of Raon.

‘Hmm?’

Raon was about to expel the remaining traces of deathly energy from Ogram’s body when his eyes widened in surprise.

‘What’s going on…?’

Why was the aura of death—

When Raon tried to disperse the deathly energy, it instead began seeping into his body.

However, rather than harming him, the energy quietly integrated into his body and mana circuits, becoming part of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

“Huh…”

Raon exhaled in shock just as Ogram’s eyelids twitched.

“Ugh…”

Ogram slowly opened his eyes, scanning the faces of the people surrounding him.

“Where am I…?”

“Leader!”

“Teacher!”

“Brother!”

The executives in the palace cried out as they rushed toward Ogram.

“What, what’s going on! Glenn, Raon, why are you here?”

Ogram asked, bewildered.

“Well…”

Raon smiled faintly at the confused Ogram.

“We came to repay a debt.”

* * *

“…I see.”

After hearing the explanation, Ogram pressed his lips together tightly.

“I owe you a great debt. A truly great one.”

He sighed, unsure how he would repay it.

“You brute. Don’t trouble yourself with such nonsense.”

Unlike the formal atmosphere at the Six Kings meeting, Glenn referred to Ogram casually, snorting at the idea of debt.

“I also owe you from the past.”

“That was when we were kids. It wasn’t anything like this.”

Ogram frowned, annoyed by Glenn’s words.

“Even if it was from childhood, a debt is a debt. You owe me nothing. However…”

Glenn raised a finger, pointing at Raon.

“You should repay him. He’s the one who decided to come here, found your traces, and rescued you.”

“Of course. I know that.”

Ogram nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“I’ve been given a debt I could never repay, even in a lifetime. Thank you, Raon.”

With genuine gratitude, he tightly clasped Raon’s hand.

“Stop grabbing his hand.”

Glenn smacked Ogram’s hand hard.

“Ow… you’re still as unpredictable as ever.”

Ogram let out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Who gets hit by a mosquito and doesn’t even flinch?”

“I didn’t get beaten by that bloodsucker! It was…”

Ogram explained that during the battle, a swordsman wearing a blue dragon’s helmet had ambushed him.

‘A blue dragon’s helmet?’

Was that Derus?

The messenger from Shadow Agents had reported that a man wearing a blue dragon’s helmet had come to gather information.

Since it wasn’t the Heavenly Demon, I’d assumed it was someone from Eden, but it seems it was actually Derus Robert.

‘That bastard…’

What is he plotting?

Despite having worked under Derus for a long time and gathering much information, Raon still couldn’t figure out the man’s true intentions.

“To be honest, I can’t say for sure I would have won even in a one-on-one fight with him.”

Ogram clenched his trembling fist and let it drop.

“If he was that strong, you must know him, right?”

“No, I’ve never seen him before. There’s no one like that in the Six Kings or the Five Demons.”

It seemed like an entirely new force had appeared, and Ogram furrowed his brow.

“Hm…”

Glenn clicked his tongue in frustration, unable to come up with any possibilities.

“Leader.”

Raon approached Ogram while Glenn remained silent.

“Did anything unusual happen after you were knocked unconscious?”

“Something unusual… Ah!”

Ogram clapped his hands.

“After I was hit, while I was wandering in endless darkness, I saw a small light infused with the energy of *Fierce Sea Arts*. It was a warm, yet refreshing, and heavy, yet light space. I remember soaking in it for a while. It was as if it healed my heart. It felt like a dream, but it didn’t.”

Ogram nodded, saying it was a strange experience.

“That must have been my *Mental World*.”

Raon explained what had happened within his Mental World.

“So, that’s why you came to find me…”

“At first, I thought you had just come to show me Fierce Sea Arts, but after it was over, I couldn’t forget the look in your eyes, as if you were asking for help.”

“That’s quite the tale.”

Ogram looked at Raon with warm eyes.

“I was thinking of you too as I was falling unconscious.”

“Of me?”

“Yes. As I pushed the gloves of the White Hawk Commander into the blood path, I thought that only you or Garona would be able to find them.”

He laughed heartily, saying that his faith had been rewarded.

“Raon. Thank you.”

With a heartfelt expression of gratitude, Ogram closed his eyes.

“I’d like to make you an honorary member of the Beast Alliance and my adopted grandson.”

He raised the hand Glenn had hit and grasped Raon’s once more.

“You will be…”

“Where do you think you’re putting your hand?!”

Glenn, frowning like a demon, slapped Ogram’s hand hard.

*Smack!*

The blow was so strong that Ogram’s hand turned bright red.

“If he’s your benefactor, treat him as such! No need for the ‘grandson’ nonsense!”

“But I just wanted to show my thanks…”

“Shut your mouth! If you don’t want to fight me in a life-or-death duel right here, keep quiet!”

Glenn furiously shook his head, clearly adamant about not allowing the honorary grandson business.

“Uh…”

As Raon awkwardly stood between Glenn and Ogram, a message appeared in front of his eyes.

[You have achieved a great feat.]

[All stats have…]

[The trait *Eyes of Wrath* has leveled up…]

[The trait *Ambush* has leveled up…]

[You have earned a new title…]

As the messages from the system poured in, reflecting the rewards from the recent events, Raon couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.

‘What a shame.’

If Wrath had seen this, he would’ve gone berserk, shouting, “So many rewards! Has the system lost its mind?!”

Unfortunately, he was still asleep.

‘Huh…?’

Just as Raon was lamenting his inability to tease Wrath, the last message caught his eye.

‘Why did that appear?’

(TL Note: Yes, we also missed Wrath 🙁 )