The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 711

*Thud!*

Sylvia pushed off the deck of the sinking ship and leapt into the river.

Without even catching her breath, she stepped onto the water, sprinting toward the next battleship.

*BOOOOM!*

Once again, her body was engulfed in a golden light—the **Radiant Cloud Steps** from the Radiant Light Style that Raon had passed down to her.

“Block her!”

“Don’t let that monster come any closer!”

“Fire!”

From the North-South Union’s battleships, red lights flickered as magic cannons and arrows shot toward Sylvia.

*Whiiiish!*

Instead of blocking the incoming attacks, Sylvia accelerated even further. Her movement became pure light, as if she were a streaking flash.

*Boom! Splash!*

The magic cannon blasts crashed into the water behind her, sending waves skyward.

*Whoosh!*

Using the rising water as a stepping stone, Sylvia launched herself onto the deck of the second battleship.

“Kill her!”

“Stop her and push her back!”

The moment she landed, enemy soldiers lunged with swords and spears, sending dozens of aura-laden strikes her way and obscuring her sight.

*Slash!*

Sylvia activated the Radiant Light Style’s **Flashing Spear Technique**. Sea-blue radiance emanated from her sword, sweeping across the soldiers’ chests.

“Aaagh!”

“Wh-what is this…?”

“A monster…”

Before they could comprehend what had happened, their lives—and the weapons in their hands—were cut short.

“You damn woman!”

The ship’s captain roared, charging toward her with a fierce wave of energy emanating from his bent knees.

*Thud!*

Sylvia didn’t block the attack. She twisted her body to the right, dodging the spear’s thrust, and poured radiant energy into the sword she had angled downward.

*Bam!*

The blue light from her sword shattered the captain’s spear and slashed across his chest.

*Splurt!*

The captain clutched the gaping wound on his chest, staggering backward in agony.

“Ugh…”

His complexion turned pale from the excruciating pain.

“Where is Beorn?”

Sylvia raised her bloodstained sword, pointing it toward the captain.

“Beorn…?”

The captain smirked through his twisted lips and lifted his chin.

“Ask him yourself… in hell!”

Despite his pain, the captain hurled his broken spear, now wrapped in green energy, toward her with terrifying speed.

“Then… die.”

Sylvia thrust her sword forward, pouring radiant energy into it. The sea-blue energy erupted, shattering the spear and forming a brilliant burst.

*BOOOOM!*

The immense force tore the captain’s upper body apart, sending his soldiers tumbling into the river, coughing up blood.

“Haa…”

Sylvia lowered her sword, exhaling heavily. Her trembling hands betrayed how foreign this kind of slaughter still felt, even after losing her powers.

But she couldn’t stop now. She had to find Beorn, even if it meant killing every last enemy on these ships.

*Grrr!*

Grinding her teeth, she scanned the battlefield. The entire Label River was engulfed in bloody combat.

While Zieghart’s martial power gave them the upper hand, the river’s terrain favored the North-South Union, making the battle evenly matched.

‘I need to keep moving.’

Finding Beorn was important, but reducing Zieghart’s casualties meant sinking as many ships as possible.

*BOOOM!*

Sylvia stomped heavily. The deck and keel of the ship shattered beneath her, sending it sinking into the river.

Kicking off from the prow, she dashed toward her next target.

*Thud!*

When she landed on the third battleship, the lifeless bodies of Zieghart swordsmen greeted her, their corpses crushed beyond recognition.

Even one of Zieghart’s unit commanders lay among the dead, the unblemished deck showing that he hadn’t even been able to put up a fight.

“Another moth flying into the flame.”

A middle-aged man wearing a pristine white priest’s robe slowly opened his eyes.

“**Yellow Sand Chief**…”

Sylvia bit her lip. Only one person wore priestly robes despite being a brigand—**The Yellow Sand Chief**.

Though known for his eccentric clothing, his true reputation stemmed from his mastery as a Grandmaster-level martial artist.

“With that appearance, you could be mistaken for a witch.”

The Yellow Sand Chief clicked his tongue, eyeing Sylvia’s disheveled golden hair and bloodshot eyes.

“Come. Witch with red eyes.”

He gestured provocatively with his fingers.

*Thud!*

Sylvia surged toward him, using the full force of the Radiant Light Style.

“You’re fast, but I can see right through you.”

The Yellow Sand Chief reached out lazily, and the mere ripple of energy from his fist pushed Sylvia back.

*Whum!*

Using the momentum from her retreat, Sylvia lunged again, gathering blue energy at the tip of her blade and unleashing a condensed burst.

“Hmph.”

The Yellow Sand Chief snorted, throwing a punch as large as a boulder. A white energy burst from his hand, clashing with Sylvia’s attack.

*BOOOM!*

The impact hurled Sylvia backward, slamming her into the ship’s railing.

“Grr…”

Despite the pain radiating from her back and wrists, Sylvia steadied her stance immediately.

“You have spirit, but without intent imbued into your energy, it’s just a crude form of power.”

The Yellow Sand Chief shook his head, as if disappointed.

“You can’t defeat me.”

“I don’t need to defeat you—I just need to kill you.”

Sylvia’s bloodshot eyes burned with murderous intent as she became a golden streak of light, slashing through the air.

*CLANG!*

The blue blade moved with terrifying speed, but the Yellow Sand Chief blocked it effortlessly, his gaze narrowing.

“Didn’t I tell you it’s useless?”

“So what?!”

Sylvia’s speed increased even further, becoming too fast for even the Yellow Sand Chief’s eyes to track.

*Splurt!*

Blood sprayed from her shoulder, knees, and wrists—her body was being pushed beyond its limits.

*Thud!*

Despite the wounds, Sylvia’s relentless assault forced the Yellow Sand Chief backward.

*CLANG! CLANG!*

Ignoring the strain on her body, she continued her unyielding barrage.

“Hmph…”

The Yellow Sand Chief groaned as he struggled to block her attacks, his shoulders, waist, and thighs now slashed and bleeding.

“A sword that kills even its wielder… What kind of suffering have you endured?”

“Do you know the word **danjang**?” Sylvia asked, her lips trembling as she gripped her sword.

“Danjang?”

“It’s the pain a parent feels from losing a child. The agony so intense it feels like your intestines are being ripped apart.”

Her voice cracked as she glared at him.

“Thanks to your Five Demons, I’ve experienced that twice. I’d rather die here than miss my chance for revenge!”

She roared, driving her sword into his chest.

“……”

The Yellow Sand Chief narrowed his eyes, looking at the blood pouring from his wound.

“You’re Raon Zieghart’s mother.”

His expression shifted as understanding dawned.

“I didn’t like the ambush after the duel, either. Honestly, I wanted no part in this war. But when you’re a thief, you don’t get to choose.”

He clenched his fists and lowered into a stance.

“I’ll make your end quick.”

He threw a punch, his extended fist releasing a brilliant burst of energy like a wave crashing forward.

*Slash!*

Sylvia gathered the last of her energy, unleashing the Radiant Light Style’s ultimate move—**White Spirit Slash**.

*BOOOOM!*

The two forces clashed again, but this time, Sylvia was the one thrown back, crashing onto the deck.

“Guh…”

She coughed up blood but forced herself to her feet.

“Impressive.”

The Yellow Sand Chief nodded in admiration, despite the gaping hole in his abdomen.

“Now I see why they call Raon Zieghart the greatest genius on the continent.”

He smiled faintly. “The child of a lion can only be a lion.”

With those words, he collapsed.

“Haa…”

Sylvia knelt, her hands trembling. Though she had won, the internal damage was severe, leaving her dizzy.

As much as she wanted to rest, she couldn’t afford to stop.

*Whooosh!*

She forced herself to her feet, setting her sights on the next ship.

‘I won’t stop…’

Not until she found Beorn.

* * *

Raon gathered the heat of **Ten Thousand Flames** in his right hand and the cold energy of **Glacier** in his left, closing his eyes in deep concentration.

‘If I leave it like this, they’ll just keep clashing.’

No matter what he tried—whether burying them underground, forcing them into a sword, or dividing them across the entire **Mental World**—the two energies continued to oppose each other fiercely.

Fire and frost represented extreme polarities. Left unchecked, they were destined to battle endlessly.

‘But I can’t just expand the Mental World right now.’

His Mental World had already grown beyond its previous limits, thanks to the rings of fire floating within it. The only way to push it further would be to create a **ninth ring of fire**.

‘The key is figuring out how to harmonize the heat and cold….’

Simply gathering them together wouldn’t enhance **Ten Thousand Flames** or **Glacier**. They needed to take a definitive form.

‘A form…’

Yes, the answer was in the **image**.

Both Glenn, Rektor, Rimmer, and even Wrath had emphasized the importance of visualizing a mental image.

‘If I think about images for fire and frost…’

A faint smile crossed Raon’s face as he looked up at the white sky above.

‘There’s a perfect image for that.’

The sun and the moon—like those that appeared during the moment of perfect harmony, **Genesis Convergence**.

These celestial bodies, though typically unable to coexist, held a mystical symbolism. Their forms would serve as the ideal guide for refining his two arts.

Raon slowly closed his eyes, summoning the energies of **Ten Thousand Flames** and **Glacier**.

He shaped the sun from fire, giving it a fierce and heavy radiance, while the moon of frost glowed with an eerie stillness amidst its tranquility.

*Woooooom!*

As he conjured his personal sun and moon, the fire and frost swirling throughout his Mental World rose and settled into the sky, taking their places.

In the west, the golden sun burned brilliantly, radiating fierce heat. In the east, the silver moon shone coldly, its icy aura sharp enough to freeze anything it touched.

*BOOOOM!*

The sun and moon illuminated the Mental World with a grand aura, their energies flooding everything beneath them.

But that wasn’t the only change.

The swords embedded in the white earth suddenly began to shimmer with light, sprouting thicker blades and sharper edges.

Raon exhaled softly as he observed the transformation.

‘Even my swordsmanship has grown.’

The swords, now free from the oppressive aura binding them, revealed their true nature, bringing new insights with them.

He had always believed that swordsmanship and aura were inseparable. But now, he realized that wasn’t always the case.

‘I’ve learned something new again.’

Raon took a slow, deep breath and looked upward.

In the center of the sky, the eight rings of fire swirled, with the sun and moon orbiting between them. Their mystical and majestic presence stirred awe within him.

Just as Raon nodded in satisfaction, cracks began spreading across the Mental World like black lightning.

‘It looks like it’s time to go.’

Now that **Ten Thousand Flames** and **Glacier** had reached new heights, the world was gently urging him to leave.

*Wooooooom!*

He felt as if he were slowly falling, feather-light. When he opened his eyes, the Mental World faded away, replaced by the sight of a low, transparent ceiling.

‘Underwater?’

He could feel water flowing around him, though it didn’t hinder his breathing in the slightest.

‘So this is where I ended up…’

Just as he was processing the situation, a message materialized in front of him.

—

**[You have achieved a great feat.]**
**[All attributes have increased by 30 points.]**
**[The rank of your trait <Ten Thousand Flames> has increased.]**
**[The rank of your trait <Glacier> has increased.]**
**[Affinity with the Fire Attribute has increased.]**
**[Affinity with the Water Attribute has increased.]**

—

The rewards from his duel with Roman and the realizations from the Mental World had manifested at once.

His body felt lighter, as if he could float on air. Despite being underwater, he moved as effortlessly as if he were standing on solid ground.

But the most noticeable change lay within his body.

The heat of **Ten Thousand Flames** and the cold of **Glacier** swirled within his dantian, filling him with an overwhelming sense of power.

– *W-What?!*

Wrath’s voice echoed above him, filled with disbelief.

– *Why did that message just appear?!*

The little blue cloud of fluff clutched his head in frustration as he stared at the notifications.

– *Thirty points in every attribute?! That’s ridiculous!*

Wrath leaned in, trying to grab Raon by the collar in frustration.

‘What’s so ridiculous about it?’

Raon smirked.

‘This is the reward I deserve.’

– *H-How long have you been awake?!*

‘Just now.’

Raon chuckled as he watched Wrath’s wide-eyed expression.

‘What about you? When did you wake up?’

– *When you almost died!*

Wrath scowled, remembering how Raon had nearly been pierced through the heart.

‘The heart?’

Raon glanced down at his chest, noticing the thin punctures in both his black dragon robe and uniform.

‘So you saved me?’

– *Of course!*

Wrath puffed out his chest proudly.

– *And because of that, you owe me ten boxes of mint chocolate!*

Wrath wiggled his fingers, making it clear he wouldn’t let the matter slide.

‘Wait a minute… You broke causality, but you’re not coughing?’

– *Uh, uh…* *Cough! Cough!*

Wrath faked a dry cough, clutching his chest dramatically.

‘So even the mighty demon lord can’t resist ice cream, huh?’

Raon laughed as Wrath’s eyes darted nervously.

– *H-How do you know that?!*

‘I found out while you were asleep…’

Just as Raon was about to share the story, the seaweed-covered door swung open, and a familiar figure waddled inside like a baby pufferfish.

“Raon!”

The little fish-person with bright, round eyes swam toward him.

“Garam.”

Raon smiled, patting Garam’s head affectionately.

“You saved me, didn’t you? Thank you.”

“Of course! We’re friends!” Garam beamed, shaking his head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

– *W-Wait, did you tell that dark fish in advance to save you?*

‘Yeah. I asked him to help if things got dangerous. And it’s Garam, not Darkie.’

Raon gestured toward Garam with a fond smile.

‘This little guy has improved a lot, hasn’t he?’

Before the duel with Roman, Raon had visited the Gazelle River to check in on Garam. Although Garam’s martial skills were still lacking, his mastery of sorcery had grown to an unbelievable level.

Raon had asked Garam not to fight, but to rescue anyone in danger.

– *Ugh…*

Wrath blushed, embarrassed, and lowered his head.

‘Still, thank you.’

Raon smiled warmly and lightly tapped Wrath’s fluffy head.

– *What?*

‘You helped too, didn’t you?’

Given the absence of injuries, it was clear Wrath had intervened as well.

Seeing that familiar puffball again filled Raon with unexpected joy.

‘How are you feeling?’

– *I’m so strong, I could eat ten boxes of mint chocolate and not get a stomachache!*

‘That’s… good to hear.’

Though Raon wasn’t sure how reliable that statement was, Wrath’s cheerful demeanor put him at ease.

“Garam, what’s the situation now?”

Raon rose to his feet, gesturing for Garam to speak. He could guess the general situation, but he needed the details.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead,” Garam said, nodding. “Zieghart declared war because of it, and they’re fighting right now.”

“As I thought…”

Raon sighed, his expression darkening slightly.

“…Humans are still fighting. Even the river creatures are too scared to go near the battlefield.”

Garam shivered, looking distressed.

“Don’t worry.”

Raon grasped Garam’s shoulder gently.

“The war will end soon.”

He strapped the **Heavenly Drive** to his waist, knowing he needed to act quickly before it was too late.

“Ah!”

Just as he was about to leave, Garam grabbed his wrist.

“I saved someone else, too!”

“Someone else? Who?”

“It was a human woman wearing a mask—the one who helped you.”

At Garam’s words, Raon immediately knew who it was.

– *T-The crazy woman?!*

‘Yeah… It’s Merlin.’

Raon nodded heavily, meeting Garam’s gaze.

“She’s here?”

“No…” Garam shook his head, his eyes dimming. “I hid her by the river, but skeleton monsters started appearing, and I couldn’t get back to her…”

Garam’s voice trembled. “If I don’t act fast, the spell keeping her hidden will break…”

“Skeleton monsters?”

Raon exhaled sharply.

‘Could it be…?’

Had the **Soul-Eating Specter** been resurrected?

Merlin was supposed to have sealed it permanently. Yet the appearance of these undead could only mean that it had returned.

“Did you see anyone wearing a skull mask among them?”

“Yes! He’s the one searching the entire river.”

Garam nodded quickly.

Raon clenched his fists, realizing what had happened.

Merlin had likely been discovered while trying to provide him with critical information, and now the **Soul-Eating Specter** had retaliated.

“Haa…”

Raon let out a heavy breath.

“This means…”

– *You have a decision to make,* Wrath interjected, his eyes narrowing.

– *Will you head to the battlefield, or save that crazy woman?*

Raon looked from Wrath to Garam, his fist tightening.

“I will…”

 

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