The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 739

Glenn silently stared at Chamber, as if urging her to continue.

“Looking back now, the conversation between Raon and Derus was extremely strange.”

Chamber tapped the round table with her palm.

“It felt like it made sense but didn’t at the same time. It was as if something didn’t quite fit.”

She shook her head, recalling their interaction.

“I thought the same,” King Lecross nodded briefly.

“It felt as though there was a hidden story between the Light Wind Division Leader and Derus, as if they were facing an irreconcilable enemy. The intensity of the anger couldn’t be faked.”

He swallowed hard, as if reliving that chilling fury.

“It… it was terrifying,” Larian muttered, fiddling with his sleeve while gazing at his feet.

“And it’s even more intriguing because the conversation was so incomprehensible,” he added, his cheeks flushed with rare interest.

“Raon first met Derus during the Six Kings meeting, right?” Chamber turned to Roseline, the Black Market leader, for confirmation.

“That’s correct,” Roseline nodded calmly.

“Their paths first crossed during the meeting. However…”

She glanced at the map of the continent, her lips tightening briefly.

“Since Derus concealed his identity with a helmet, it’s possible they met somewhere else before that.”

Roseline tilted her gaze thoughtfully, suggesting their meeting during the Six Kings’ conference might not have been their first.

“In a way, it’s only natural we can’t understand their conversation,” Chamber waved her thin fingers like a wand.

“Why wouldn’t we understand?” Ogram narrowed his eyes at Chamber.

“Because we’re missing information,” she explained, shaking her head.

“No human in their early twenties has ever reached Raon’s level in history.”

Chamber raised her eyebrows, stating that even combing through the annals of the continent wouldn’t yield a similar case.

“That’s true. Reaching Grandmaster at that age alone is astonishing, but being at the pinnacle of Grandmaster power is another story entirely. However…” King Lecross trailed off, his gaze uneasy.

“The most remarkable thing is his combat ability. The Light Wind Division Leader defeated Masters as an Expert and Grandmasters as a Master. That’s something even the word ‘talent’ fails to capture.”

He rubbed his wrist, as if still feeling the shock of Raon’s battle sense.

“Could it be due to a lack of information…?”

Larian interjected hesitantly.

“Exactly,” Chamber snapped her fingers, nodding.

“We don’t know the secrets Raon and Derus share, which makes their conversation incomprehensible.”

She placed her witch’s hat firmly on her head.

“And it’s not just Derus. Even Archangel Uriel was thrown off by Raon, calling his power ‘vile.’”

Chamber popped a new lollipop into her mouth as she recalled Uriel’s distorted expression.

“Raon has many secrets—the story with Derus, the power that pierced Uriel’s divine energy, and his absurd growth.”

Glenn remained silent, his arms crossed.

“Of course, I’m not saying Raon is betraying us or harboring ulterior motives.” Chamber raised both hands as Glenn’s sharp gaze fell on her.

“If not for Raon, Derus’s identity wouldn’t have been exposed, and you two wouldn’t even be here.” She gestured toward Glenn and Ogram in turn.

“I’m just saying that at least you, Lord Glenn, should understand what’s going on with him.”

“I agree,” King Lecross nodded, siding with Chamber.

“Even if it’s not necessary for the rest of us, the patriarch should know the Light Wind Division Leader’s story.”

“I’m curious, too…” Larian mumbled, stealing glances at Glenn.

Glenn lowered his gaze, feeling the weight of the Five Kings’ collective attention.

‘I was shaken myself. Of course, they find it strange.’

As Chamber said, the dialogue between Raon and Derus felt steeped in a deep, unresolved connection. It had always seemed off.

‘The same was true with Uriel.’

The archangel had labeled Raon’s power as something unnatural, even unclean—implying it wasn’t human.

‘Could it be that?’

For some time, Glenn had sensed something peculiar about Raon—a unique aura that felt both warm and cold, serene and ferocious. He had dismissed it as his imagination, but in hindsight, it seemed likely that Raon truly possessed something extraordinary.

While Glenn didn’t believe Raon would betray Zieghart or commit treachery, he couldn’t deny the urge to uncover his relationship with Derus and the nature of his power.

‘However…’

Glenn couldn’t decide if he had the right to pry. Whenever he looked at Raon, his thoughts grew tangled.

As he was about to delay the matter, Ogram slammed his fist on the table.

“I don’t care.”

Ogram raised his chin from the now-quaking table.

“What do you mean, you don’t care?” Chamber tilted her head.

“I mean that no matter what Raon’s story is, I’ll support him.”

Ogram exhaled sharply through his nose, sincerity evident in his tone.

“I owe my life to him. Without Raon, I’d still be drained by that leech and dying a slow death.”

He clapped his hands forcefully, his reasoning absolute.

Glenn swallowed hard as he watched Ogram.

For Glenn, there was one more path forward. It felt as though his long-standing doubts were finally being erased.

“So you’re not doubting Raon, then?” Chamber frowned in exasperation.

“No, I’m saying that Raon might have valuable information about the angels or Derus.” He struck the table with his palm for emphasis.

“Agreed.” King Lecross smiled faintly, nodding.

“The decision rests with you, Lord Glenn.”

“It does.” Glenn met the gaze of everyone present, his eyes blazing.

“I’ve made my decision.”

—

Raon stood by the seashore and swung his Heavenly Drive Sword.

*Whoosh!*

With a light slash, the beach and ocean split apart, sending blue spray into the air.

His speed and power had both increased to the point where basic techniques now carried the force of advanced martial arts.

‘Has it changed this much?’

Raon chuckled softly, shaking his head. Typically, the effects of stat increases diminished as the numbers grew, but a sudden jump of 70 points made the difference dramatic.

‘Shall I continue?’

He practiced techniques from the *Snow Flower Swordsmanship*, *Light Wind Style*, *Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation*, and his personal Raon Zieghart-style swordsmanship, ending with the *Azure Sky Sword* before sheathing his weapon.

‘It’s like I’m using someone else’s body.’

While his skill itself hadn’t advanced significantly, his physical growth had pushed the power of his swordsmanship to a new level. It felt as though his strength tier had risen by at least one grade.

– “Of course!”

Wrath burst upward, shouting at the top of his lungs.

– “You’ve stolen over 120 points from me recently. It would be stranger if nothing changed!”

Wrath ground his teeth, cursing Raon for being a wicked human.

‘I didn’t take them because I wanted to.’

Raon shrugged, sheathing the Heavenly Drive Sword.

‘What was I supposed to do? Refuse the system?’

– “You’ll never have a peaceful death! You’ll end up living with those detestable angels in their realm forever!”

‘That’s a curse, isn’t it?’

Raon, who might have once mistaken such words for a blessing, now saw them differently after meeting Uriel.

Wrath comparing him to angels was, without a doubt, a terrible insult.

– “It’s the worst curse of all!”

Wrath snorted, telling him never to return if he went to the Celestial Realm.

‘Might as well check my status while I’m at it.’

Raon ignored Wrath’s tantrum and called up his status window.

—

*Status Window*

*Name:* Raon Zieghart.
*Title:* *Changer of Fate*.
*Condition:* None.

*Traits:* <Wrath>, <Sloth>, <Envy>, <Gluttony>, *Ring of Fire (8 Stars)*, *Water Resistance (9 Stars)*, *Fire Resistance (9 Stars)*, *Perception of the Snowflower (10 Stars)*, *Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation (8 Stars)*, *Glacier (8 Stars)*, *Bleeding Curse (5 Stars)*, <Ambush (12 Stars)>, <Indomitable Will (9 Stars)>, <Demonic Adaptation (6 Stars)>, <Focus (10 Stars)>, <Poison Resistance (5 Stars)>, *Eye of Wrath (6 Stars)*, *Spiral Force (6 Stars)*, *Water Affinity (5 Stars)*, *Fire Affinity (4 Stars)*, *Snowflower’s Veil (4 Stars)*, *Holy Power Born from Darkness (7 Stars)*, <Mental Resistance (4 Stars)>, <Snowflower’s Armor (6 Stars)>, <Snowflower’s Absorption (2 Stars)>, <Snowflower’s Lance (2 Stars)>, *Wrath’s Liberation (1 Star)*, <Flame That Defies Death (4 Stars)>, <Blade That Cuts Through Death (5 Stars)>, <Divine Resistance (1 Star)>.

*Strength:* 916
*Agility:* 910
*Stamina:* 901
*Energy:* 924
*Perception:* 946

*Wrath:* 180
*Sloth:* 100
*Envy:* 100
*Gluttony:* 50

—

The sheer volume of information made Raon’s jaw drop. His status window had grown so much it nearly obscured his entire vision.

“What… what is this! Why is it so massive!”

Wrath trembled with disbelief, his lips quivering as he stared at the vast information, though he couldn’t directly see the status window itself.

‘You know, you’re justified in being angry….’

Raon himself was stunned by the sheer number of traits—more than thirty, each one exceptional in ability. It was so absurdly overpowered that even he found it hard to believe.

‘The grades have improved significantly, too.’

Most of the traits had high grades, but he realized he needed to pay attention to those he didn’t use often.

‘Next…’

Raon shifted his focus from traits to his stats.

‘Huh…?’

Was this even real?

All his basic stats had exceeded 900. The consecutive massive rewards he’d received had resulted in these seemingly impossible numbers.

‘No wonder my body feels not just light but uncontrollably fast.’

Raon shook his head as he looked again at his stats, all above 900. He’d need rigorous training to adapt to this state.

– “L-let me ask just one thing.”

Wrath raised a trembling finger, his jaw quivering.

– “What are your stats now?”

‘All of them are over 900.’

– “Ni… nine hundred? N-n-nine hundred?!”

Wrath clutched his throat, staggering backward.

– “Already at nine hundred! Everything’s ruined! There will be nothing left of me but dust and brittle bones!”

He flailed in despair, squawking as he collapsed onto the sand.

‘Wrath, what’s the level of my physical abilities now?’

Raon clenched and opened his fist, turning his attention to Wrath.

– “Your physical abilities alone have already reached the threshold of transcendence!”

Wrath snarled, grinding his teeth. “Your martial skill is far from complete, but your body and senses are at the entrance to transcendence!”

‘Well, it did feel too easy against the Ghost King.’

Raon reflected. He had sensed the Ghost King’s location before the man moved and struck first without fail. It seemed his physical abilities had completely overwhelmed the assassin.

‘I truly only have transcendence left to achieve.’

It wouldn’t be easy, of course.

Even though Wrath’s power had helped him block Derus, Raon’s actual martial skill was only at the peak of Grandmaster level. How long it would take to step into transcendence was anyone’s guess.

‘I’ll achieve it even if I have to die trying.’

To kill Derus, Raon was ready to overcome any hardship, even if it meant grinding his bones and coughing up blood. He would reach transcendence as fast as possible.

‘But….’

His eyes narrowed as he examined the increased values of the Demon Kings’ emotional traits.

‘Why did these numbers rise?’

It made sense for <Wrath> to increase since he actively wielded it, but the rises in <Sloth>, <Envy>, and <Gluttony> were puzzling.

– “What kind of question is that? Of course, they rose because you used the Demon King’s authority!”

Wrath muttered, shaking his head as if Raon were a fool.

‘But I’m not influenced by those powers.’

He wasn’t lazy, envious, or a habitual glutton unless it was to appease Wrath’s mood. The increase in those traits baffled him further.

– “Exactly! That’s what’s so strange!”

Wrath leaned in, his face turning an angry shade of blue.

– “You don’t seem human at all! Why are you immune to their influence?”

‘Hmm….’

Raon looked at the Demon Kings’ emotional traits again, his hand brushing over the left side of his chest where his heart was.

‘Is it because of the *Ring of Fire*?’

Just as it had initially blocked Wrath’s rage, the *Ring of Fire*, his very foundation, seemed to prevent him from succumbing to the Demon Kings’ emotions.

‘The more I think about it, the stranger it seems.’

Raon narrowed his eyes, sensing the currents of the ring flowing around his heart.

‘What exactly is this power?’

—

After completing his evening training, Raon returned to his quarters.

– “Sniff… sniff….”

Wrath rubbed his red nose, sniffling.

– “It’s so cold. My bones are freezing.”

He muttered about losing so much energy to Raon that even his fat reserves had melted away.

– “I’m shivering! I need a blanket!”

‘…Cold?’

Raon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A Demon King who wielded frost complaining about the cold?

‘So, what is it you want…?’

– “Pizza and ice cream!”

Wrath leaped as if he had been waiting for the question.

– “I want shrimp pizza, butter-grilled lobster, steamed clams and abalone in wine, braised fish, and ice cream!”

Wrath listed off every coastal delicacy he could think of, licking his lips dramatically.

‘Pizza, grilled dishes, steamed seafood, and ice cream?’

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he stared at Wrath.

‘Aren’t you cold?’

– “W-when it’s cold, you’re supposed to eat cold things to fight the chill! Don’t you humans know that?”

Wrath frowned, scoffing at Raon for his ignorance.

‘Are you sure you’re a Demon King?’

– “Stop babbling and hurry! The restaurants will close soon!”

‘Fine.’

Shaking his head, Raon stood up to satisfy Wrath’s demands. As he left his quarters, he noticed Glenn standing at the entrance.

“Has the meeting concluded?” Raon bowed cautiously.

“For today, yes.”

Glenn’s reply was short, though he mentioned there were still unresolved matters.

“Do you have time?”

Glenn’s cold eyes suggested he had something important to say.

– “No! There’s no time! We need food—”

“Yes.”

Raon pushed Wrath aside and nodded.

“Then let’s walk for a bit.”

Glenn turned and began heading toward the beach.

“Understood.”

Raon followed, a sinking feeling settling in his chest.

—

At the edge of the beach, where Raon had recently trained, Glenn stopped.

“Raon.”

He called Raon’s name without turning.

“Yes, Patriarch.”

Raon swallowed nervously, sensing the weight in Glenn’s voice.

“During today’s Five Kings’ meeting, we discussed you.”

Glenn gazed at the night sky as he continued.

“First, we talked about the unresolved enmity between you and Derus. Second, we discussed the extraordinary power that even astonished Uriel.”

He recounted the meeting’s topics, repeating what the other kings had raised.

“I see….”

Raon lowered his gaze, biting his lip.

‘It’s finally here.’

He had anticipated this. It was only natural for others to question his actions during the confrontation with Derus.

‘So that’s why his gaze was unsettled.’

The way Glenn’s eyes had wavered earlier now made sense.

‘But the problem is….’

No excuse could perfectly cover everything. The Five Kings were no fools.

‘Even so, I have no regrets.’

Even if he could go back, Raon would still mock Derus. Watching the man unravel had been too satisfying to resist.

– “I’ve been curious too!”

Wrath raised his hand high.

– “I waited before, but when will you finally explain it?!”

He shook his head impatiently, demanding answers.

‘Right. I have to address that, too.’

Uriel’s outburst about Raon’s “vile power” stemmed from Wrath’s authority. Explaining all of it was no easy task.

“Patriarch, actually….”

“Wait. I will speak first.”

Before Raon could begin, Glenn raised his hand.

“You saved my friend, saved my life, and revealed Derus’s true identity.”

Glenn slowly turned to face him.

“But more importantly….”

His gaze was calm, no longer turbulent, as if he had made a firm decision.

“I accepted you as a direct descendant.”

“What? What do you mean…?”

“If I can’t trust the grandson I accepted with my own hands, what can I trust?”

A faint smile appeared on Glenn’s lips as he nodded.

“When you’re ready, tell me. I’ll wait until then.”

His crimson eyes, once cold and detached, now shone with a warmth as gentle as sunlight.

“I believe in you, Raon.”