The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1226 Raon slowly opened his eyes, so slowly it was like time was stopped. '...Where am I?' Even though his eyes were open, the whole world was dark as if his eyelids were closed. Not only were there no people, but even the shapes of furniture like beds or chairs couldn't be seen. 'The war with Derus Robert should have ended for sure, right?' He remembered cutting down Derus Robert's soul with the Soul Sword technique Life Beyond Death, and throwing back the circular condensed death aura at him. He seemed to have lost consciousness while listening to Glenn's praise, but he had no idea where this place was now. 'Why isn't this my room or Lord Federick's mansion?' It was embarrassing, but he had almost never been fine after wars or battles. So it was normal to wake up in the annex building or the Ragged Saint Federick's mansion after fainting, but he didn't know why he had opened his eyes in such a strange place this time. 'Wait. Come to think of it, there was a time like this before... Ah!' Raon stroked his chin and let out a low exclamation as he recalled past events. 'Was it the mental world?' He hadn't properly realized it after coming to his senses, but this place seemed to be the mental world. It seemed he couldn't feel the difference because his soul had become as solid as his body. 'As expected, the Soul Sword doesn't just involve the sword, but also develops the soul.' (E/N: No fcking way) Just handling the Soul Sword seemed to achieve great growth of the soul. His soul, which he thought could no longer grow, had grown even further and now could feel sensations as keen as the body. 'It's also thanks to the Ring of Fire reaching the tenth star.' As the Ring of Fire reached the tenth star, his body, soul, and even aura underwent great changes. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that his overall martial prowess had become fundamentally stronger. 'But...' Raon slowly raised his gaze. 'Where is this place?' His own mental world wasn't clean either, but it wasn't this pitch black. This place was definitely not his own, but someone else's mental world. 'I want to wake up quickly and check my body's condition... Hmm?' As Raon tried to get up while rotating his wrist, the floor shook slightly. No, the ground wasn't solid and felt slightly soft like a swamp. 'What is this?' When he looked down, he could see something glimmering with a faint dark red light in the darkness. 'There's not just one or two. Are they like bricks?' Fragment-like things glimmering with dark red light were spread all over the floor. It was like a very luxurious carpet made of fish scales, making him think this might be indoors, but the range was too wide to be considered inside a house. 'Then what could...' Just as Raon was narrowing his eyes further to properly examine the dark red fragments, a sound like flames blazing came from behind him. 'Hmm?' When he turned around, a swordsman rose up from the pitch-black darkness. 'The First Patriarch...?' His brilliant golden hair was soaked in blood and dyed red, and his always firm back and arms had wounds where flesh had been torn away. Even from his sword that always blazed with intense flames, only embers that seemed about to die out were flickering. "Haah..." The First Patriarch of Zieghart. The strongest swordsman who had always shown composure was breathing heavily in a state where it wouldn't be strange if he died soon. Gulp. Raon swallowed dry saliva as he looked at the First Patriarch of Zieghart's back. 'What, what is this. Why is this person like this...' The First Patriarch of Zieghart was the strongest being among all humans, demons, and angels that he knew. It was bewildering that such a person had been driven to such a desperate situation. 'Wait! The First Patriarch of Zieghart is in a desperate situation?' Raon realized something and looked down at the floor again. 'Don't tell me this is...' He realized what the dark red fragments spread on the ground meant and took a deep breath. 'The Demonic Dragon of Destruction!' The Demonic Dragon of Destruction that had descended to destroy the world and was subjugated by the First Patriarch of Zieghart seemed to be the identity of the giant being now beneath his feet. The things he had thought were dark red fragments were apparently the demonic dragon's scales. 'This makes sense.' The Demonic Dragon of Destruction was the most vicious being that had almost devoured the entire continent. Even if it was the First Patriarch of Zieghart, it wasn't strange for him to sustain such severe injuries. 'However...' Raon frowned as he watched the First Patriarch of Zieghart coughing up black blood. 'The situation is a bit different from what I thought.' He had thought that the First Patriarch of Zieghart had joined forces with several companions to kill the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, but only he alone existed in this place now. 'It might have been so difficult that he couldn't even depict his companions.' Come to think of it, the battle with the Demonic Dragon of Destruction was so difficult that it would have been hard for him to fully grasp his own condition. 'But...' Raon slightly pressed his lips down as he watched the First Patriarch of Zieghart who was coughing up blood but not relaxing his stance and still holding his sword. 'Why is the ancestor still like that even though the fight is over?' The Demonic Dragon of Destruction was lying dead beneath his feet now, but he couldn't understand why the First Patriarch of Zieghart wouldn't relax like that. 'Don't tell me...' Just as Raon was about to take a step forward, a pure white circle without a single blemish rose from the darkness. An arc like a crescent moon drawn above it. That was someone's eye. Black iris with white pupil. Eyes with colors completely opposite to ordinary human eyes were looking down at the First Patriarch of Zieghart. The First Patriarch of Zieghart nodded with difficulty as if he had expected this and turned around. His face could be seen in the black darkness. Sometimes he felt like a dignified general commanding a battlefield, and sometimes he exuded the noble elegance of a scholar who had left the mundane world. Golden hair and red eyes, the characteristic cold appearance of Zieghart, but strangely, only warmth could be felt from him. The First Patriarch of Zieghart nodded his chin toward him as if asking if he had seen well. His eyes, soaked with pain and fatigue, were directed precisely at him. "...I saw well." Raon gave a heavy nod toward the First Patriarch of Zieghart. "......" The First Patriarch of Zieghart smiled like a child, inappropriate for the current situation, as if that was enough, and turned around again. He raised his trembling hand and held up his sword with flickering embers. Swooosh! The moment the First Patriarch of Zieghart and the black and white reversed eyes were about to clash, the entire world swirled and mixed like a whirlpool as blue light burst forth. 'I understand.' Raon bit his lips tightly as he watched the First Patriarch's back mixing with the darkness. 'What it is you want to say to me.' He closed his eyes again, understanding what the ancestor had wanted to say while calling him even in that wretched state. * * * "What..." When Raon slowly opened his eyes, his entire field of vision was covered by something blue and round. "Another mental world?" He was thinking he had entered a second mental world after the First Patriarch of Zieghart. -Mental world? The blue and round something pressed down on his face and snorted. -You’re talking nonsense! 'Wrath?' The blue and round sphere was Wrath. It seemed like he had been sitting on his face with his bottom. -Seeing you talk nonsense, you must have done something strange again! Wrath frowned, telling him to please just stay still now. "This place is..." When Raon raised his gaze, he could finally see the familiar ceiling. It was his room in the annex building. 'It wasn't a dream.' Seeing the room without a speck of dust thanks to the maids cleaning it well, he finally felt relieved. -Of course it wasn't a dream! Wrath looked down at him and snorted. -You crushed that sinister Derus Robert with your own power! He nodded vigorously, saying that part was worth being proud of. 'That's not right.' Raon waved his hand slightly. Seeing that there was pain in his wrist and arm, it seemed he hadn't fully recovered yet. 'I could never have done it without other people's help.' The Shadow Agents and Black Market who found the Land of Clouds, Evelyn and the magicians who created the necessary magic at the right time and place, and even Zieghart's elite who came at the dangerous moment. If everyone hadn't helped, he could never have reached Derus Robert. 'Especially at the end, grandfather and your help were great.' When targeting Derus Robert's soul with the Soul Sword, Glenn showed him the way, and Wrath prevented him from losing faith by saying he would take full responsibility for what came after. Thanks to those two, he gained new enlightenment and was able to cut down Derus Robert's soul. -Aaaaahhhhh! Wrath screamed while clutching his head. -The humility monster has appeared again! He thrust his face toward him with his white teeth bared. -I know damn well how humble you are, so just accept it at times like this! Wrath waved his hands, telling him to please stop. -'I'm the best'! Shout that you did it all! Since the results were all good, Wrath hit his head, telling him to openly praise himself. 'To openly praise myself?' Raon slightly closed his eyes as he recalled Wrath's words. 'Come to think of it, that's right too.' He had always attributed the credit to others. Since he had killed his enemy Derus Robert, it wouldn't be bad to openly praise himself now as Wrath said. 'I did it.' Raon clenched his fist with his powerless hand. -Louder! Even a five-year-old kid would shout louder than you! "I did it! I killed Derus Robert. With my sword!" He thrust his fist toward the sky and shouted his own achievement. -That's how it should be! Wrath nodded largely as if he was finally satisfied. -You should also call yourself an example like this king... Just as he was grinning and about to continue speaking. [You have achieved a transcendent feat.] [You have cut the soul of an absolute being who will remain in the history of the continent.] (E/N: Cut the soul, not killed) [You have completed a perfect infiltration operation.] [<Wrath> has acknowledged you as the greatest human.] [All ability scores increase by 150 points.] [Characteristics...] Reward messages appeared in front of Raon and Wrath. This time, only the achievement part was four lines. It was the longest so far, and the amount of points was also the highest ever. -Ah... Wrath's jaw dropped as he saw the message that ability scores had increased by 150 points. -One, one hundred fifty? Are you really crazy! Is that a number you get from one achievement! He screamed that the system had completely lost its mind. 'You acknowledged it yourself.' Raon pointed to Wrath's acknowledgment in the fourth line. -No, that was just something I said because I was annoyed at your humility! This king didn't acknowledge it! Wrath ground his teeth audibly. He wailed that the system was definitely illiterate. 'Well, it's just good from my perspective. However...' Raon dismissed the reward message and turned his gaze toward the door. Several people's footsteps could be heard as the door opened roughly as if it would break. "Raon!" "Palace Master!" "Son!" "Young Master!" "Raon..." "You brat!" He drew a gentle smile as he looked at the people he could recognize just by hearing them call his name. 'Right now, I want to greet those people.'