TRAIGS - Chapter 757

‘Let’s see.’

Raon left Wrath, who was grumbling while sinking back, and checked the message.

[You have achieved a great feat.]

[All stats have increased by 30 points.]

[The rank of the trait <Eye of Wrath> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Focus> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Snowflower Absorption> has increased.]

[The rank of the trait <Snowflower Lance> has increased.]

Thanks to driving out the Black Tower Master and defeating three Grand Masters on his own, his stats increased by 30 points, and the ranks of four traits rose simultaneously. It was a reward worthy of his accomplishments.

– Why, why so much…?

Wrath, who was struggling to stand, collapsed again after reading the contents.

However, the message wasn’t over yet.

[The title <Tongue That Toys with the World> has been upgraded to <Tongue That Toys with Heaven and Earth>.]

Raon widened his eyes at the last message.

‘This title….’

<Tongue That Toys with the World> was a title he had earned when he crushed the Thespian Emperor in a verbal battle. (T/N :I really dont remember this guy, but that’s what the translation says. If any of you remembers this event please tell me if this is the right name. )

‘Oh, right. This existed.’

The title had the effect of causing a faint mental disturbance when conversing with someone of a higher rank.

It seemed the Black Tower Master was also affected by this ability.

<Tongue That Toys with Heaven and Earth>

A title granted to one who defeats higher-ranked opponents with words alone, without any force.

Effect: Causes mental disturbance in higher-ranked opponents during conversations.

Tap.

Raon flicked his fingers as he read through the details of <Tongue That Toys with Heaven and Earth>.

‘The description has changed.’

The phrase “slight mental disturbance” in the previous title had been removed. It was clear that the effect of the title had been strengthened.

‘This will be really useful.’

Not every crisis could be overcome with strength alone. It was a precious ability that could open an escape route in situations like today when a transcendent enemy appeared unexpectedly.

-This… this can’t be right….

Wrath floated into the air, trembling with frustration.

‘Well, I did receive quite a bit today….’

-That’s not the point!

The demon wrinkled his brow and swung his round fist at the message.

-This damned tongue doesn’t just toy with heaven and earth—it toys with entire dimensions! I’ve told you this before!

Wrath’s face flushed red as he shouted that the title should be changed to <Tongue That Toys with Dimensions>.

‘Ha….’

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he watched Wrath rage. It was refreshing to see the demon lord complaining about not receiving enough credit.

“Raon.”

While Raon was nodding at Wrath, who was snorting through his nose, Rimmer approached with an unusually serious expression.

“Things worked out today, but be careful from now on. There are opponents your silver tongue won’t work on.”

Rimmer shook his head, saying that it wouldn’t work against beings like The Fallen One or Derus Robert.

“Remember, if you die, the others will die too.”

“…Understood.”

Recalling how Rimmer had protected him even under the crushing pressure of the Black Tower Master’s presence, Raon bowed his head.

Because Rimmer had shown sincerity, Raon answered sincerely in return.

“Good.”

Rimmer lightly patted Raon’s shoulder, satisfied.

“But on another note, this is a huge haul.”

He licked his lips while looking at the Spear-Severing Sword lying on the ground.

“The legendary Spear-Severing Sword and the artifact the Black Tower Master was after.”

Rimmer rubbed his hands together, saying it would fetch an unimaginable price.

“That’s not all.”

Raon shook his head as he examined the manuals of the Holy Martial Sword Art and the Black Lightning Sword Art.

“Both are top-tier sword techniques.”

The Holy Martial Sword Art and Black Lightning Sword Art were top-tier techniques, each with unique mysteries.

They would greatly aid in his sword training, so he decided to memorize them all before handing them over to Glenn.

‘However….’

The greatest reward was the experience he had gained from fighting three Grand Masters.

Although they hadn’t reached the pinnacle, each of them was a supreme expert. The experience of fighting them would become a sturdy stepping stone to surpassing the wall of transcendence.

As Raon reflected on the battles he had with the White Demon Swordmaster and the two others, the Light Wind Division stormed up to the observation platform.

“Leader!”

“Are you okay?”

“What happened here?”

“We felt an unbelievable presence….”

The Light Wind Division was drenched in sweat, likely having sensed the Black Tower Master’s aura.

“The Black Tower Master was here.”

Rimmer sighed briefly as he glanced at the Light Wind Division.

“Th-the Black Tower Master? Why would that monster suddenly…?”

Burren’s lips trembled in disbelief.

“Well, only someone like the Black Tower Master could unleash such ominous energy.”

Martha nodded as if she finally understood.

“…Are you alright?”

Runaan’s cloudy eyes flickered with concern for Raon and Rimmer.

“We’re both fine. That guy chased him away.”

Rimmer grinned as he pointed at Raon.

“L-Leader?”

“How?”

Dorian and Krein gaped in disbelief.

The others wore similar expressions as they blinked.

“How, you ask….”

Rimmer smirked and looked at Raon.

“Of course, with his tongue.”

He mimicked a talking motion with his hand.

“Well, that makes sense.”

“Leader’s tongue is as sharp as the Family Head’s swordsmanship.”

“A peerless tongue.”

The Light Wind Division nodded solemnly, as if they finally understood.

“That much?”

Raon let out a hollow laugh at how easily they accepted it.

“Exactly.”

“We’ve never seen Leader lose a verbal battle.”

“There were even rumors that the Thespian Emperor suffered internal injuries because of Leader’s tongue.”

“Honestly, his words are scarier than his sword….”

The Light Wind Division waved their hands as if wondering why he even asked.

“I’ve never lost in teasing people, but now I can’t even compare.”

Rimmer mumbled that he had nothing more to teach and muttered about retiring.

-Even I agree!

Wrath raised his hand quickly in agreement.

-That guy was sent from the heavens to cause discord among his kind!

He gestured for Raon to ascend to the heavens instead of ruling the Devildom.

‘Enough of that.’

Raon waved his hand dismissively, pushing Wrath aside.

“Hmm?”

Mark Gorton let out a low groan as he inspected the crumbled walls of the observation platform.

“Leader! Please come this way!”

Mark Gorton frantically pulled out a seemingly uncountable number of pouches filled with gold coins from between the walls.

“This is insane…”

“W-What the…?”

“Did they hide all of this here?”

The Light Wind Division swordsmen stared at the mountain of gold coin pouches, their jaws trembling in disbelief.

“I’m rich now! Truly, ridiculously rich!”

Rimmer chuckled gleefully as he tossed gold coins and jewels into the air.

“No, you’re not.”

Raon swiftly confiscated the jewels in Rimmer’s hands and shook his head.

“These gold coins are by-products acquired during a mission. We need to report them to the Family Head.”

“Oh, really?”

Rimmer smirked at Raon, his lips curling mischievously.

“Trying to earn Grandpa’s affection, are you?”

Despite losing the gold, Rimmer seemed oddly pleased.

“Think what you want.”

“You should just become the Family Head already!”

“I have no intention of doing so.”

“You’re naturally suited to be the Family Head!”

“I’m not interested.”

Raon dismissed Rimmer’s comment with a shake of his head before raising a finger.

“Wallet.”

“Yes, sir!”

At the command, Dorian rushed over and bowed deeply.

“T-The wallet is here!”

Dorian opened his mouth wide, acting as if he were the wallet himself.

“Pack up everything in this room.”

“Understood!”

Dorian, delighted as though he’d been entrusted with a treasure hunt, cheerfully set to work. Meanwhile, the other Light Wind Division swordsmen watched solemnly.

-Look at this!

Wrath frowned, pointing at Dorian.

-You’re the one who treats him like a wallet more than anyone else!

The demon snorted, claiming that Raon genuinely viewed Dorian as nothing more than a wallet.

‘Ah, I must’ve done it subconsciously….’

Raon scratched his head awkwardly. It seemed that Rimmer’s chatter had unconsciously influenced him into calling Dorian a wallet.

-It’s scarier that you did it subconsciously.

Wrath’s shoulders trembled.

-You’re not human; you were born as an angel! Your true home is in the heavens!

‘…Let’s not resort to insults.’

—

Rektor was deep in meditation in a pitch-black underground training hall.

He had been so immersed in the state of nothingness, forgetting time, that his entire body began to radiate a faint blue glow.

Although his face grew gaunter, his body brimmed with the taut vitality of his prime, his muscles rippling with power.

Hwaaa.

However, the blue glow that reached up to his chest failed to cross his neck and dissipated like embers.

“Hoo…”

Rektor opened his eyes slowly and sighed, regretful.

“Not yet.”

Clicking his tongue briefly, he pulled a nearby rope.

Boom, boom!

The sound of drums echoed throughout the training hall. Moments later, the ceiling opened, and Muston’s face appeared.

“Master!”

Muston knelt on one knee, bowing deeply toward Rektor.

“Congratulations on your great achievement!”

“It’s hardly a great achievement.”

Rektor chuckled faintly as he stood up.

“I’ve only grasped a small thread.”

Brushing off the dust on his shoulders and knees, he ascended to where Muston stood.

“How’s the situation in Holam?”

Closing the underground training hall entrance, Rektor turned to Muston.

“It’s proceeding as planned. I’ve heard that Raon captured the Mara Lord, the White Demon Swordmaster and Tugui”

Eager to report, Muston immediately relayed Raon’s victory.

“Raon alone?”

“Yes. Although it was a series of one-on-one battles, he defeated all three by himself.”

He nodded heavily, as though even he could hardly believe it.

“I see.”

Rektor’s lips curled slightly as he recalled Raon’s overwhelming presence on the battlefield.

‘He’s grown again.’

Even though the battles were one-on-one, defeating three Grand Masters in succession meant Raon had become even stronger.

It seemed he might reach transcendence sooner rather than later.

“Was the information leaked without a hitch?”

“Yes. It appears the Tugui were the source. Even the black market doesn’t suspect us.”

Muston assured him with a wave of his hand.

“And the White Demon Swordmaster?”

“He died on the spot.”

“Perfect.”

Rektor stroked his chin, satisfied. The White Demon Swordmaster, who refused to acknowledge Rektor as the leader and sought to split their group in half, had been a pawn used effectively and discarded.

‘This is the ideal outcome.’

Raon gained valuable combat experience against Grand Masters, secured artifacts and swordsmanship manuals, and eliminated obstacles like the White Demon Swordmaster that hindered their plans.

It was a flawless result.

“Well done.”

Rektor patted Muston’s shoulder with a smile.

“There’s… one more thing I haven’t reported.”

Muston licked his dry lips before continuing.

“The Black Tower Master appeared in Holam.”

“What?”

Rektor’s eyes widened.

“Then Raon…?”

“He is safe. At the site…”

Muston let out a heavy sigh and explained how the Black Tower Master had descended upon Holam.

“Khahahaha!”

Rektor burst into laughter, clutching his forehead.

“So he drove away the Black Tower Master with words? I wondered where Edgar’s silver tongue had gone, and it turns out it’s in him.” (T/N : Edgar is Raon’s dad’s name.)

Pleased, he nodded vigorously, as though proud of his grandson.

“This isn’t a laughing matter. Now even the Black Tower Master will target Raon…”

Muston swallowed nervously, clearly worried about Raon.

“The Fallen One, Derus Robert, the White Blood Cult Master, and now the Black Tower Master. This is a razor’s edge.”

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

Rektor’s calm gaze turned reassuring.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect that boy with my life if I must.”

—

After completely toppling the Holam arena, Raon and the Light Wind Division returned to Zieghart.

“Welcome back.”

Central Commander Illyun bowed respectfully, honoring Raon’s position as a direct descendant and leader.

The swordsmen on the fortress walls also saluted him with solemn expressions.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head in return and proceeded along the main road toward the main building.

“Did you hear? He defeated three Grand Masters on his own!”

“And not just any Grand Masters—it was the Mara Lord, Tugui, and the White Demon Swordmaster.”

“That’s insane…”

“Your skills improve every time I see you.”

“Do you think he’ll reach transcendence soon?”

“That would make four transcendents in Zieghart! We’d be the strongest on the continent!”

With Raon’s overwhelming strength and his qualifications as a direct descendant, no one whispered insults or looked at him with jealousy anymore. Instead, the swordsmen lowered their heads, their gazes filled with respect and admiration.

‘Mother would be happy to see this.’

Raon felt a small sense of pride as he entered the Family Head’s Hall.

The audience chamber doors were already open, and the executives stood waiting in formation before the pillars.

“We greet the Family Head!”

Raon strode forward on the crimson carpet and knelt before Glenn.

“We greet the Family Head!”

The Light Wind Division followed suit, bowing deeply in unison.

“Rise.”

“Yes.”

Raon lowered his head once more before standing up.

“Ahem! I heard you brought down the entire arena in Holam. What happened?”

Glenn tilted his head slightly, his tone indifferent but his expression urging Raon to explain.

“Yes. In that place…”

Raon detailed everything that had occurred in Holam to Glenn and the gathered executives.

Each time Raon mentioned his accomplishments, Glenn’s shoulders twitched and his legs fidgeted as if he were restless.

“Taking down three Grand Masters alone? That’s just insane…”

“The Light Wind Division isn’t normal either. They held back the forces of Tugui, the Holy Sword Alliance, and the Black Tower on their own.”

“And not a single casualty?”

“That means it wasn’t just about strength—they executed the plan and acted their parts flawlessly.”

“With all this experience, there’s no longer any gap in their capabilities.”

The executives murmured in admiration, exhaling deeply at the incredible feats of Raon and the Light Wind Division.

“These are the spoils of war from Holam.”

At Raon’s gesture, Dorian stepped forward and began pulling treasures from his dimensional pouch.

The gold coins and jewels hoarded by Tugui piled up so high that they nearly touched the platform.

“Whew…”

“They said Tugui’s wealth reached the heavens, and they weren’t wrong…”

“Didn’t he also say those manuals are top-tier swordsmanship guides?”

“And the Spear-Severing Sword…”

“With this much, how should we even begin to reward them?”

The sheer volume of the spoils left the executives speechless, their eyes wide with astonishment.

“Ahem!”

Glenn coughed loudly, his face reddening as he cleared his throat repeatedly.

‘Was he trying to stay in my good graces?’

Glenn had told his grandson to achieve accomplishments if he wanted to continue receiving his guidance. True to his words, Raon had returned with feats so remarkable that no one could argue against them.

The thought of training Raon again brought a massive smile to Glenn’s face, one he struggled to suppress.

“Hmph.”

Glenn forcibly lowered the corners of his lips, licking them slightly to maintain composure.

“With this much, there’s no choice but to acknowledge your efforts. So, tell me, what reward do you wish for?”

“I…”

Raon slowly raised his gaze.

‘Yes, tell me you want to learn from me.’

Glenn, filled with anticipation, nodded slightly, his gaze locking with Raon’s.

‘Go ahead, say it… Huh?’

But Raon’s gaze wasn’t directed at him—it turned toward the right side of the hall.

“I’d like to spar with the Master of the Central Martial Palace.”

Raon’s eyes burned with fierce determination as he stared at Karoon, who stood silently nearby.

“What?!”

The benevolence in Glenn’s eyes turned fiery red as he glared at Karoon.