The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 709

“Rektor, the Sword Demon. Why are you here?”

Glenn’s voice sank heavily, as if it crawled out of an abyss. The fury rising within his soul surged like a violent tide, sweeping across the surroundings.

“Were you involved in this matter as well?”

Glenn raised the Heavenly Drive, his intent clear—if Rektor had any part in the attack on Raon, he would kill him on the spot.

“Glenn Zieghart.”

Rektor didn’t answer the question. Instead, he gazed at the crimson dagger in Glenn’s hand.

“Why do you have the Soul Requiem Sword?”

He unleashed a chilling force so dry it seemed to drain the very air of moisture, refusing to back down.

*Rumble!*

The immense energies radiating from Glenn and Rektor clashed, tearing through the void as if their swords were cutting it apart.

“L-Lord! Please stop!”

Rimmer gritted his teeth and stepped forward. He raised his trembling hands, positioning himself between the two overwhelming forces.

“The Sword Demon is not our enemy!”

“M-My Lord, he saved us!”

“There’s no need to fight!”

Burren and Martha followed Rimmer, shaking their heads to emphasize their plea.

“He saved you?”

Glenn narrowed his eyes but didn’t lower the Heavenly Drive aimed at Rektor.

“Yes. The Vice-Commander of the North-South Union pursued us through a hidden route, but the Sword Demon blocked him, allowing us to escape safely.”

Burren swallowed nervously and explained how Rektor had stopped Helgrum to aid them.

“Hm…”

Glenn bit his lip and slowly lowered the Heavenly Drive.

“I think I deserve to know what happened here.”

Rektor clenched his fists as he eyed the Soul Requiem Sword cradled carefully in Glenn’s hand.

“We were ambushed by Eden and the North-South Union,” Burren explained, trembling. “When we tried to move Raon onto the pirate ship, artifacts were used to summon the Fallen One and a man named Beorn from the North-South Union…”

He recounted the events succinctly.

“…We began searching for Raon after the explosion, but we haven’t found him yet.”

“Ah…”

Rektor’s once-cold expression hardened. His ancient eyes rippled like waves stirred by an unexpected storm.

“He must have drifted away… But I’m sure he’s alive! He wouldn’t die in a place like this!”

“Yeah.”

Martha clenched her fist, her belief in Raon unwavering. Runaan nodded in agreement, sharing the same faith.

“Grr…”

Rektor ground his teeth and scanned the river with darkening eyes.

“……”

Glenn furrowed his brow as he observed the sorrow etched on Rektor’s face, as though he was struggling to hold back tears.

‘What is that look supposed to mean?’

While pondering the strange emotions flickering in Rektor’s eyes, the Sword Demon vanished like smoke.

*Ssssh!*

In an instant, Rektor reappeared before Glenn, slashing with deadly intent to decapitate him.

*Clang!*

Glenn blocked the strike with the Heavenly Drive. The blow was terrifyingly powerful—proof that Rektor was serious.

“Glenn Zieghart.”

Rektor gritted his teeth as he poured more strength into his sword. A colorless flame blazed along the blade.

“You couldn’t even protect your grandson. What are you doing?”

He trembled with emotion, his fury evident in every word.

“If you were going to cast him out, you should’ve done it properly. If you wanted to embrace him, you should’ve done that too. But what are you thinking, wavering like this?”

Overwhelmed by emotion, Rektor pushed Glenn back with sheer force of will.

“My Lord!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Sheryl and Roenn rushed forward, eyes wide, but Glenn stopped them with a raised hand.

“……”

Glenn tightened his grip on the Soul Requiem Sword as he gazed at the enraged Sword Demon.

‘What is his connection to Raon?’

The emotions conveyed through Rektor’s sword weren’t just sorrow and anger. There was also regret—something that felt like Glenn was looking at a reflection of himself in a mirror.

“Who are you?”

The question wasn’t about Rektor’s name or affiliation. Glenn wanted to know what Rektor’s relationship with Raon was.

“Neither the Holy Sword Alliance nor the Black Tower made a move in this.”

Rektor struck the ground harshly with his sword, shoving Glenn toward the riverbank with fierce eyes.

“After Ogram’s defeat, the Six Kings had no choice but to stay put! Failing to protect Raon under such circumstances is the pinnacle of incompetence!”

He bit his lip as he glanced at the cracked sheath of the Soul Requiem Sword.

“If Raon is truly dead, I’ll kill the North-South Union, the shadows behind it, and you as well.”

With those words, Rektor descended downstream along the river.

“M-Master!”

The knights from the Holy Sword Alliance and Muston stood stunned before hurriedly moving the battleship to follow after him.

“My Lord.”

“Are you alright?”

Sheryl and Roenn approached Glenn, their worried expressions suggesting they hadn’t heard the conversation due to the overwhelming energy.

“It’s nothing.”

Glenn shook his head calmly. Crossing swords with Rektor had unexpectedly cleared his mind.

“I’m sorry… If only I hadn’t lost control…”

Rimmer knelt before Glenn, fists clenched in regret as he trembled slightly.

“……”

Glenn silently placed a hand on Rimmer’s shoulder. There were no words to comfort him—he knew Rimmer was the most affected by what had transpired.

“Continue the search. Light Wind Division, Heavenly Sword Brigade, and Iron Division will remain here.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“We’ll find him, no matter what.”

Sheryl and Trevin nodded solemnly.

“Hey, old man.”

Chamber approached Glenn, wiggling her fingers toward him.

“What’s the deal with Raon and the Sword Demon? He acted like he’s Raon’s real grandfather or something.”

She tilted her head in confusion, as if she’d overheard the conversation despite the energy barriers.

“I don’t know. But…”

Glenn exhaled quietly, his gaze fixed downstream where Rektor had disappeared.

“…We need to find out.”

—

*Boom!*

The space split apart as if torn by opposing magnetic forces.

The White Blood Cult members caught between the rupture were sliced in half, their blood spilling in dull gray streams.

“Tch.”

Aris clicked her tongue, her hand trembling slightly as she gripped her sword.

‘He escaped.’

Though she had killed the White Blood Cultists and assassins, the First Apostle had managed to flee with injuries. She wanted to pursue him, but there were more urgent matters to attend to.

“Ilyon, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Without waiting for the Chief Inspector’s response, Aris dashed toward the annex.

Frustration gnawed at her as her weakened state slowed her down.

*Boom!*

A massive explosion erupted from the garden of the annex as the ground twisted violently, sending gray smoke spiraling into the sky.

“That…”

Aris swung her sword, dispersing the smoke with a gust of wind, revealing the garden beneath.

The ground had been carved into the shape of a sword, and at the edge of the destruction, Karoon stood with his sword raised, shielding Sylvia.

“Karoon.”

Aris blinked in surprise, her brow furrowing as she looked at him.

“Why are you here? Did you… come to save Sylvia?”

Even as she asked, disbelief tinged her voice.

“Y-Yes, he saved me…”

“No.”

Karoon cut her off firmly, shaking his head.

“I couldn’t leave filth like this to stain this land.”

He brushed his hands off, as if he had come solely to deal with the invaders attacking Zieghart, not out of concern for Sylvia.

“You didn’t come because you were worried about your sister?”

Aris smirked playfully.

“I already said no.”

Karoon adjusted his grip on his sword, frowning.

“Whatever the reason…”

Aris smiled faintly as she looked between Karoon and Sylvia.

“You look good together.”

She nodded approvingly at the sight of the siblings.

“Hmph!”

Karoon snorted and turned away.

“Where are you going?”

“There are still more rats to hunt.”

He moved toward the northern mountains, intent on eliminating all intruders within Zieghart.

“He sure does love Zieghart. I’ll never understand him.”

Aris shook her head and approached Sylvia.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

Sylvia exhaled slowly, nodding.

“I thought it was just a possibility, but I never expected them to attack.”

Aris sighed in disbelief, brushing off her hands.

“Your son is really something, predicting even this.”

“He’s always been wiser than me, even as a child.”

Sylvia smiled, pride evident in her expression.

“Yeah. He went because he knew he’d win, so don’t worry too much…”

“I’m not worried.”

Sylvia shook her head calmly.

“He’ll come back safely, as always.”

With a soft smile, she added that she should prepare dinner with Raon’s favorite dishes.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Of course!”

The two women exchanged smiles and entered the annex together.

—

At the moment when Raon’s chest was pierced by Beorn’s sword…

– *Damn it!*

Wrath rubbed his cotton candy-like head furiously, stirring up a storm of anger.

– *I swear, I’m going to demand twenty boxes of mint chocolate for this! Not just twenty pieces—twenty boxes! No, make that a hundred!*

Shouting about mint chocolate, Wrath blocked the white blade aiming to pierce Raon’s heart with the force of his fury.

‘Damn it! This is the only way!’

Because Raon was unconscious, Wrath couldn’t do the Demon King’s Descent.

If Wrath were to fully enter Raon’s body now, the ensuing rampage would kill not only Raon’s enemies but also the Light Wind Division members waiting on the surface.

Even if it risked throwing off causality and causing severe shock to his soul again, Wrath had no choice but to intervene indirectly.

– *I barely managed to recover, and now I have to go through this again… Hm?*

Wrath’s narrowed eyes sharpened as he gathered his fury. Between Raon and the blade poised to pierce his chest, a blue droplet appeared.

– *That droplet…*

It wasn’t a product of his own anger. It carried a soft, natural flow, as if condensed from the mana of nature itself.

The person attacking Raon wasn’t even aware that the droplet was blocking his blade.

‘Whatever it is, it’s a relief.’

Thanks to the droplet, Wrath didn’t have to expend as much rage to protect Raon from the attack.

However, the red-haired man wasn’t giving up—he unleashed *aura detonation*, a powerful energy explosion to ensure Raon’s death.

*BOOOM!*

The destructive force from the sword erupted, sweeping over Raon’s entire body.

– *Hrrraaaaah!*

With a fierce shout, Wrath summoned frost imbued with rage, erecting a wall of ice to block the explosion. But once again, a pure energy of water stirred.

*Whoooosh!*

The water’s energy layered atop the wall of frost, and the combined effort managed to hold off the explosion with only minimal fury.

Yet the force of the blast was too great, and Raon was swept deep into the river, with the Soul Requiem Sword plummeting to the riverbed under the impact.

– *Who could be…*

Wrath turned his gaze toward the direction the Soul Requiem Sword fell. The energy of water that had helped him earlier came from that same direction.

*Whoosh.*

Within the murky depths, a pair of glowing blue eyes flickered. A small hand, webbed between the fingers like a fin, reached out to grasp Raon’s sinking body.

– *You…!*

Wrath’s eyes widened as he recognized the figure with the blue glow. It was the little fish child Raon had once saved—and even named.

– *It’s been a while! What was your name again… Was it Darkie?*

Unable to recall the name properly, Wrath called out the wrong one. The small fish child raised its fingers and traced a glowing circle in the water.

*Wooooom!*

The circles overlapped, creating a portal to another place. It seemed the child intended to help Raon escape from here.

– *W-Wait a minute!*

Wrath tried to stop the child before the Light Wind Division members on the surface could come down, but the child didn’t listen. Thinking Raon was in danger, it entered the portal with him without hesitation.

– *Nooo! Where are you taking him thiiiis time… Blrgh!*

Wrath felt the unpleasant sensation of inhaling water, and when his vision cleared, he found himself in a bright, open space.

– *Where is this?*

It looked like an underwater village. Gentle currents flowed through charming houses made of colorful stones.

– *When did they build a place like this?*

Everything had changed since the last time Raon visited with the fish child.

As Wrath marveled at the sight, the child carefully laid Raon on the ground.

– *This kid hasn’t changed at all.*

The little fish child Raon had named “Darkie” remained just as small and adorable as before.

“Raon…”

With a sorrowful look, the child placed its hand on Raon’s bleeding chest. A glow emanated from its hand, and Raon’s wound slowly began to heal.

– *Well… maybe not everything has stayed the same.*

Wrath observed the child’s water energy, now vast and overwhelming, as though it embodied the entire river. It was like looking at a supreme shaman.

It was this immense power that had blocked the destructive *Aura Detonation* earlier, sparing Wrath from exhausting his energy.

– *This kid… has all the luck… Huh?*

As Wrath stared at Raon, something strange caught his attention.

– *What’s going on with him now?*

With more time to observe, Wrath realized that Raon’s power had grown tremendously, far surpassing what it had been before he lost consciousness.

– *How is this even possible?*

It hadn’t been long since Raon last used his power, yet his strength had increased to an unbelievable degree.

– *And the weirdest part is…*

Even while unconscious, Raon’s power continued to grow. It wasn’t merely due to sloth or gluttony—his martial ability itself was surging upward.

– *This little…*

Wrath grabbed Raon’s collar, narrowing his eyes.

– *What the hell did you eat to get this strong?! Wake up and tell me right now!*

—

Raon gazed at the eight rotating rings of fire above him.

‘The Mental World.’

Though he wasn’t sure how, after his duel with Roman, he had naturally entered this space.

He had fainted many times before, but this was the first time he’d ended up inside the Mental World, leaving him slightly disoriented.

‘I don’t know why I’m here, but…’

It wasn’t a bad thing.

Being back in the Mental World allowed him to assess what he had gained and how much he had grown.

‘Especially regarding *Genesis Blade*.’

The *Genesis Blade*, the sword manifestation Roman had named, wasn’t just an ordinary sword technique.

It was a reflection of his own swordsmanship, a skill that grew alongside his mastery of the blade.

A technique without limits—one that continuously evolved. It was no exaggeration to call it an art that poured the essence of the Mental World into reality.

With the growth he achieved during his battle with Roman, Raon was confident he could wield a more powerful *Genesis Blade* than ever before.

‘Though it’s not just *Genesis Blade* that improved.’

He smiled as he observed the flourishing sprouts of his swordsmanship.

‘My overall mastery has increased.’

From basic techniques to advanced arts like the Ten Thousand Flames Art and Skybound Sword, every aspect of his swordsmanship had progressed.

The recent life-and-death battle had proven to be a valuable opportunity.

As Raon smiled in satisfaction, preparing to unleash his newly refined sword techniques…

*Boom!*

Crimson flames erupted from the right sky, and blue frost surged from the left ground.

The flames and frost roared, dividing the Mental World in two, as if they intended to devour each other.

*Wooooom.*

A green wind trembled between the two forces, unable to choose a side.

Raon smiled faintly as he watched the two rampaging elements, realizing something.

‘I understand now.’

Why he had come to this place.

It was time to elevate both the Ten Thousand Flames Art and Glacier to a higher realm.