The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 757 'Let's see what we have here.' Raon checked the message, leaving behind the simmering Wrath. [You have achieved a great feat.] [All ability scores increase by 30 points.] [The rank of the trait <Evil Eye of Wrath> increases.] [The rank of the trait <Focus> increases.] [The rank of the trait <Snow Flower Absorption> increases.] [The rank of the trait <Snow Flower Piercing Spear> increases.] Perhaps because he had driven away the Black Tower Master and single-handedly defeated three Grandmasters, his ability scores increased by 30 and the ranks of four traits rose at once. It was a reward befitting his achievement. -Why, why so much... Wrath, who had barely managed to rise, dropped his head again upon seeing the content. But the messages weren't over yet. [The title <The Tongue that Mocks of the World> is enhanced to <The Tongue that Mocks Heaven and Earth>.] Raon's eyes widened as he saw the last message. 'This title...' <The Tongue that Mocks of the World> was the title he had earned when he crushed the Thespian Emperor in a war of words. 'Right. This was it.' That title had the effect of causing slight mental confusion when conversing with opponents of higher status. It seems this ability had worked on the Black Tower Master as well. <The Tongue that Mocks Heaven and Earth> is a title given to one who defeats opponents of higher status through words alone, without the use of force. Ability: Causes mental confusion when conversing with opponents of higher status. Snap. Raon flicked his finger as he examined the contents of <The Tongue that Mocks Heaven and Earth>. 'The content has changed.' When it was The Tongue that Mocks of the World, it said it caused slight mental confusion, but now the word <slight> had been removed. The effect of the title had clearly become stronger. 'This will be a great help.' One can't always overcome crises with strength alone. It was a valuable ability that could provide an escape route when a Transcendent Warrior suddenly appeared, like today. -This, this isn't right... Wrath's lips trembled as he rose into the air. 'Hmm, I did receive quite a lot today...' -That's not it! He furrowed his brows and swung his round fist towards the message. -This tongue doesn't just mock heaven and earth, it mocks dimensions themselves! Didn't I tell you before! Wrath's face turned red as he insisted on changing the title to 'The Tongue that Mocks Dimensions'. 'Hah...' Raon chuckled as he watched the angry Wrath. It was refreshing to see the demon king yelling at him to be given more credit for once. "Raon." As Raon was nodding while watching Wrath snort, Rimmer approached with the most serious expression he had ever seen. "Things worked out well today, but be careful from now on. There will be those who won't be swayed by your silver tongue." Rimmer shook his head, saying it wouldn't work on The Fallen or Derus. "Remember, if you die, the other children will die too." "...I understand." Raon bowed his head, recalling Rimmer's back as he protected him even while being overwhelmed by the Black Tower Master's immense status. Because Rimmer had shown sincerity, Raon answered sincerely as well. "Alright." Rimmer lightly patted Raon's shoulder as if to say that was enough. "By the way, you hit the jackpot." He licked his lips as he looked at the Changla Sword lying on the ground. "The Changla Sword, a renowned blade of the continent, and an artifact coveted by the Black Tower Master." Rimmer rubbed his hands together, saying its name alone would fetch a high price. "That's not all there is." Raon shook his head as he examined the swordsmanship manuals for the Holy Sword Technique and the Black Thunder Sword. "They're both Transcendent swordsmanship techniques." The Holy Sword Technique and the Black Thunder Sword were both Transcendent swordsmanship manuals with different principles. Raon decided to memorize them all before handing them over to Glenn, as they would be of great help in mastering the Ten Thousand Swords technique. 'However...' The greatest reward was the experience gained from fighting the three Grandmasters. Though they weren't at their peak, each was an exceptional master, and the experience of fighting them would serve as a solid foundation for overcoming the wall of Transcendence. As Raon was recalling his duels with the White Demon Swordsman and the Demon, the Light Wind division rushed to the observation deck. "Di-Division Leader!" "Are you alright?" "What happened here!" "We, we felt an impossible aura here..." The Light Wind division members were drenched in sweat, likely having sensed the Black Tower Master's aura. "The Black Tower Master was here." Rimmer let out a short sigh as he looked at the Light Wind division. "The, the Black Tower Master? Why did that monster suddenly..." Burren's lips trembled in disbelief. "Indeed. Only someone like the Black Tower Master could release such demonic energy." Martha nodded, saying she finally understood. "...Are you okay?" Runaan's dull eyes flickered with concern as she worried about Raon and Rimmer. "They're both fine. He drove him away." Rimmer grinned as he pointed at Raon. "The, the Division Leader?" "How?" Dorian and Krein gaped in disbelief. Others blinked with similar expressions. "How he sent him away..." Rimmer smirked as he turned to look at Raon. "With his tongue, of course." He made a mouth with his hand and flapped it, as if to say it was obvious. "That makes sense." "The Division Leader's tongue is on par with the Head of House's swordsmanship." "Handsome tongue." The Light Wind division nodded calmly, saying they understood now. "Is it really that impressive?" Raon chuckled at the Light Wind division's matter-of-fact acceptance. "It is indeed." "We've never seen the Division Leader lose in a battle of words." "There were even rumors that the Thespian Emperor suffered internal injuries because of the Division Leader's tongue." "To be honest, his mouth is scarier than his sword..." The Light Wind division waved their hands as if to ask why he was questioning something so obvious. "I don't lose when it comes to teasing either, but now I can't keep up." Rimmer muttered that he had nothing left to teach and should step down. -This king too! Wrath quickly raised his hand in agreement. -That fellow should be sent to the heavenly realm to cause infighting among his own kind! He pointed, saying Raon should go to the heavenly realm, not the Devildom. 'That's enough.' As Raon was waving his hand to push Wrath away. "Hmm?" Mark Goeten let out a low groan as he looked around the collapsed observation deck wall. "Division Leader! Please come over here!" He pulled out an uncountable number of pouches filled with gold coins from between the walls, looking startled. "Insane..." "Urgh..." "Was, was all of this hidden here?" The Light Wind division swordsmen's jaws trembled as they watched the pouches of gold coins pile up like a mountain. "I'm rich now! Truly filthy rich!" Rimmer grinned as he tossed gold coins and jewels into the air. "Not quite." Raon shook his head as he collected all the jewels from Rimmer's hands. "These gold coins are byproducts obtained during the mission. We must report this to the Head of House." "Oh?" Rimmer curled his lips as he looked at Raon. "Trying to win grandpa's favor?" He seemed to be enjoying himself despite having the gold coins taken away. "Think what you will." "You should just become the Head of House already!" "I have no such thoughts." "Your innate personality is perfect for being the Head of House!" "I won't do it." Raon shook his head and raised a finger. "Wallet." "Yes!" As soon as he called out "wallet," Dorian rushed over and bowed his head. "Wa-wallet is here!" Dorian gaped as if he had really become a wallet. "Put everything in this room inside." "Understood!" Dorian moved his hands with a goofy grin, seemingly happy to fill his belly pouch, but the other Light Wind division swordsmen became solemn. -Look at this! Wrath furrowed his brow as he pointed at Dorian. -You treat him the least like a human being, don't you! He snorted, saying Raon really saw Dorian as just a wallet. 'Ah, unconsciously...' Raon scratched his head. It seemed he had unknowingly called Dorian a pouch because Rimmer kept ordering him around. -It's even scarier that it's unconscious. Wrath's shoulders trembled. -You were born not as a human, but as an angel! Your home is in the sky! '...Let's not use profanity.' *** Rector was deep in meditation in the pitch-black underground training ground. His entire body, which had been in a state of enlightenment without eating or sleeping as if he had forgotten time, slowly began to be tinged with a blue light. Rector's face became increasingly gaunt, but his body filled with taut, elastic muscles as if regaining its prime. Whoosh. However, the blue light that had risen to his chest eventually faded like dying embers, unable to pass beyond Rector's neck. "Huu..." Rector slowly opened his eyes and let out a regretful sigh. "Not yet, it seems." He clicked his tongue briefly and pulled a nearby cord. Thump thump! A sound like beating drums echoed throughout the training ground, and moments later, the ceiling opened, revealing Mustan's face. "Master!" Mustan knelt on one knee and bowed his head towards Rector. "Congratulations on your great achievement!" "What great achievement?" Rector smiled faintly as he stood up. "I've only grasped a small clue." He dusted off his shoulders and knees before ascending to the upper level where Mustan was. "How's the situation in Hollam?" Rector turned to Mustan as he closed the entrance to the underground training ground. "It's going according to plan. I hear that Lord Raon has captured Marang, the White Demon Swordsman, and the Greedy Demon." Mustan immediately reported Raon's victory, as if he had been waiting to do so. "Raon alone?" "Yes. Although it was one-on-one, he reportedly defeated all three by himself." He nodded heavily, as if he himself could hardly believe it. "I see." Rector smiled slightly as he recalled Raon's domineering aura on the battlefield. 'It seems he's grown again.' Even if it was one-on-one, defeating three Grandmasters in succession meant that Raon had become stronger than before. It seemed he might reach Transcendence in the not-too-distant future. “The information was spread without a hitch, right?” "Yes. It will look like it has been released from the Greedy Demon's side. Even the Black Market won't know that we spread it." Mustan waved his hand, saying there was no need to worry. "What about the White Demon Swordsman?" "He died on the spot." "Perfect." Rector stroked his sword hilt and rubbed his chin. The White Demon Swordsman had refused to acknowledge him as the Alliance leader and tried to split the Holy Sword Alliance in half, so Rector had used the promise of a swordsmanship manual as bait, and it had worked perfectly. 'This is the best possible outcome.' Raon had gained experience fighting Grandmasters, obtained artifacts and swordsmanship manuals, and even eliminated the White Demon Swordsman who had been hindering the Alliance's operations. It was a perfect result. "Good work." Rector smiled as he gripped Mustan's shoulder. "Um... There's something else I haven't told you yet." Mustan moistened his dry lips before continuing. "I've heard that the Black Tower Master appeared in Hollam." "What?" Rector's eyes widened. "Then Raon..." "He's alive and well. At that place..." Mustan let out a heavy sigh and recounted the incident of the Black Tower Master's descent. "Kuhahaha!" Rector burst into laughter while holding his forehead. "You're saying he drove away the Black Tower Master with words? I wondered where Edgar's silver tongue had gone, and there it is." He nodded emphatically, as if proud of his grandson. "This is no laughing matter. Now even the Black Tower Master will be after Lord Raon..." Mustan swallowed dryly, concern for Raon evident in his voice. "The Fallen, Derus, the Leader of the White Blood Religion, and now the Black Tower Master. It's like walking on thin ice." "That's why we're making our move, isn't it?" Rector revealed a calm gaze as he told Mustan not to worry. "Don't worry. I'll protect that child even if it costs me my life." *** After completely destroying the arena in Hollam, Raon and the Light Wind division returned to Zieghart. "Welcome back." External Commander Illiune bowed his head respectfully. He showed deference to Raon's position as both a member of the direct lineage and the Division Leader. The swordsmen standing on the castle walls also performed a solemn sword salute. "Thank you." After returning the bow to Illiune and the swordsmen, Raon walked along the main road leading to the main building. "Did you hear? They say he defeated three Grandmasters all by himself." "And it was the White Demon Swordsman, the Greedy Demon, and Marang, no less." "It's insane. His skills improve every time we see him." "Don't you think he'll reach Transcendence soon?" "Then Zieghart would have four Transcendent Warriors? That'd make us the strongest on the continent!" With his strong martial prowess and status as a member of the direct lineage, there was no one left to badmouth or envy him as before. All the swordsmen bowed their heads, their gazes filled with respect and admiration. 'Mother would be pleased if she could see this.' Feeling a small sense of pride, Raon entered the Lord's Manor. The audience chamber door was already open, with the executives waiting in front of the pillars. "We greet the Head of House!" Raon walked along the central red carpet and knelt before Glenn. "We greet the Head of House!" The Light Wind division bowed their heads in unison. "Rise." "Yes." Raon bowed his head once more before standing up. "Ahem! I hear you brought down Hollam itself. What happened?" Glenn tilted his head with a dry look, as if urging Raon to speak. "Yes. There..." Raon explained everything that had happened in Hollam to Glenn and the executives. Whenever Raon's exploits were mentioned, Glenn would squirm his shoulders and shake his legs. "Three Grandmasters by yourself? I can only say it's insane..." "The Light Wind division isn't normal either. They single-handedly pushed back the forces of the Greedy Demon, the Holy Sword Alliance, and the Black Tower." "And to think there wasn't a single casualty..." "It means not just their martial prowess, but their planning and acting were perfect too." "With the experience they've gained, there are no weak points left." The executives sighed in admiration at the achievements of Raon and the Light Wind division. "These are the spoils obtained from Hollam." At Raon's gesture, Dorian took out the treasures obtained from Hollam from his belly pouch. There were so many gold coins and jewels collected by the Greedy Demon that they piled up almost to the level of the dais. "My goodness..." "They said the Greedy Demon's wealth reached the sky..." "And those swordsmanship manuals are said to be of the highest grade!" "Even the Changla Sword..." "With this much, how should we reward them?" The executives were left speechless, their eyes wide open at the overwhelming amount of spoils. "Ahem!" Glenn's face turned red as he coughed repeatedly. 'Did he want to keep receiving my teachings?' He had told his grandson to achieve merit if he wanted more swordsmanship training, and the boy had returned with accomplishments that no one could dispute. At the thought of training with Raon again, an irrepressible grin spread across Glenn's face. "Ahem." Glenn forced down the corners of his mouth that threatened to rise, and licked his lips. "With this much, I have no choice but to acknowledge it. Well then, is there any reward you desire?" "I..." Raon slowly raised his gaze. 'Yes. Say you want to learn from me.' Glenn nodded, meeting Raon's expectant eyes. 'Hurry and say it... Huh?' However, his grandson's gaze turned not towards him, but to the right. "I would like to spar with the Central Martial Palace Master." Raon's eyes blazed with passion as he looked not at Glenn, but at Karoon, who stood quietly. "What!" Glenn's benevolent eyes turned crimson as they shot towards Karoon.