The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman
Chapter 738:

– “Kiyaaaahhhhh!”

‘Can’t you be quiet before I actually knock you out?’

Raon pushed Wrath, who was screeching like a cat, away and carefully checked the reward messages.

[You have achieved an impossible feat.]

[You have accomplished a deed that will alter the history of the continent.]

[All stats have increased by 50 points.]

[The grade of the trait <Ambush> has risen by two levels.]

[The grade of the trait <Perception of the Snowflower> has increased.]

[The grade of the trait <Blade That Cuts Through Death> has risen by two levels.]

[The grade of the trait <Flame That Defies Death> has increased.]

The first rewards included a 50-point increase to all stats and upgrades to the traits he used this time.

– “Fifty! Another fifty!”

Wrath clenched his round fists and pounded the messages, scowling.

– “They’re giving out far too much!”

‘This time, it’s well deserved.’

If Raon hadn’t revealed Derus’s identity during the Six Kings’ meeting, the man would have used the Robert family’s power to cause a massive incident.

Thousands—no, tens of thousands—might have died. Preventing that calamity in advance was a reward well deserved.

‘The upgrades to <Perception of the Snowflower> and <Ambush> must be because I defeated the Ghost King.’

The upgrades to those traits seemed to be a reward for taking down the Ghost King through assassination rather than direct combat.

‘And the death-related traits are, of course, because of Derus.’

The upgrades to <Blade That Cuts Through Death> and <Flame That Defies Death> were due to uncovering Derus’s identity by cutting through the aura of death.

Who would have thought that wretched trash would end up being helpful?

‘Finally….’

Raon confirmed the rewards he received thanks to Wrath’s acknowledgment.

[You have been acknowledged by <Wrath>.]

[Additional rewards are being granted.]

[All stats have increased by 20 points.]

[The trait <Divine Resistance> has been created.]

Wrath, delighted by the twisted expression on Uriel’s face, increased Raon’s stats by 20 points. However, what truly shocked Wrath wasn’t the points but the new trait, <Divine Resistance>.

– “Divine Resistance is absolutely unacceptable!”

Wrath gnashed his teeth so hard it was audible.

– “Why would they give a power that only the highest-ranked demons in the Devildom possess to a brat like you?!”

Wrath shook his head violently, unable to accept it.

– “At this rate, all that will be left of my true body is bare bones! And even those will be melting!”

Wrath vented his frustration as if the system were a living entity.

‘Is this trait really that great?’

Raon tilted his head, looking at the <Divine Resistance> trait.

– “Of course it is!”

Wrath shot up and lifted his head.

– “Just as demons possess demonic energy, the angels wield divine power! And the archangels radiate such immense divine power that their very presence overwhelms everything! Don’t you remember how the humans froze in Uriel’s presence like broken puppets?”

Wrath frowned, explaining how divine power, like the aura of the Demon King, oppresses human souls directly.

– “Even beings like your grandfather or other transcendents can’t completely escape its effects. Yet, despite your pathetic weakness, you’ve gained resistance to divine power. Of course, it’s amazing!”

Wrath raged, wondering why Raon’s luck was so infuriatingly good.

– “No one in the entire dimension gains Divine Resistance as soon as they encounter angels! I only got it after enduring countless accursed wars!”

Wrath beat his chest, saying he was beyond frustration and now furious.

‘You’re not wrong.’

Raon chuckled as he watched Wrath turn his head in exasperation. Judging by Wrath’s reaction, it seemed this trait would be highly advantageous.

‘Especially since I’ll be clashing with the angels.’

Seeing how Archangel Uriel aided Derus, it was highly likely Raon would have to face other angels as well.

He would need to develop this trait in preparation for that day.

‘Thank you.’

Raon expressed his gratitude to Wrath before glancing down at the Ghost King, who was trembling in agony. Though he looked like an ordinary old man, his eyes still gleamed with razor-sharp intensity, even with his core shattered.

His gaze alone was enough to terrify anyone who dared to meet it.

“How do you feel seeing your family burn?”

“It… It’s not my family….”

The Ghost King shook his head, biting his lips until they bled.

“I was just a hired hand.”

“Yet, you seem quite angry for just a hired hand.”

Raon smirked faintly as he observed the Ghost King, who could no longer hide his emotions.

“Don’t get cocky. My revenge will be fulfilled by Lord Derus….”

“No, Derus will meet a death far more horrifying than yours.”

Releasing a killing intent so cold it chilled even himself, Raon twisted the Ghost King’s neck.

“Guh-urk!”

The Ghost King wept tears of pain and terror from his wrinkled eyes.

“I promise. Derus will suffer a death more excruciating than anything in this world.”

“Aah…”

The Ghost King seemed more fearful of Derus’s death than his own as his trembling pupils finally stilled in death.

Raon rummaged through the Ghost King’s belongings once more. Discarding various assassination tools and poisons, he found a thin book labeled *Manual of the Ghost King*.

‘Manual of the Ghost King?’

Flipping through the book revealed it contained assassination techniques and footwork.

‘The footwork might be useful.’

While he didn’t need the assassination techniques, the footwork could prove beneficial.

After securing the manual, Raon returned to the Robert family’s mansion.

The warriors of the Six Kings Alliance stood, observing the smoldering ruins of the Robert family estate, their morale crushed. Countless swordsmen and retainers of the Robert family lay subdued and defeated in front of them.

“Ahhhh!”

“Our family… our family!”

“No….”

“Please, spare us! We’ve done nothing wrong!”

Those not directly bound to Derus wept in despair, unable to accept the reality of their defeat.

It was time to sort through them and decide who would live and who would die.

Raon sighed quietly as he gazed at the hopeless crowd.

‘I’d like to do it myself, but….’

If he acted directly, he could swiftly identify enemies, but doing so might risk exposing his true identity. Now was the time to leave things to Federick or Glenn.

“I’ve returned.”

Raon dusted off the blood and soot on his clothes and bowed to Glenn, who stood in front of the blazing mansion.

Glenn gave him a complicated look before averting his gaze.

“Hey!”

Martha ran up, thrusting her face close to his.

“Where has the leader been wandering off to…sir?”

Though she scowled, she reluctantly added a respectful suffix at the end.

“Well, there wasn’t much point fighting the Six Kings Alliance, was there?”

Burren shrugged, implying he hadn’t done much.

“I was only at the back.”

Runaan blinked, saying she only protected the swordsmen with frost.

“M-me too!”

Dorian chuckled nervously, scratching his head.

“You’re all so soft when it comes to Raon.”

Martha snorted at the smiling Light Wind Division.

“Why do you think Raon acted alone? It’s because he trusts me.”

Rimmer thumped his chest confidently, as if to say they could always rely on him.

“But what’s with that old man?”

Rimmer narrowed his eyes at the Ghost King’s corpse in Raon’s hand.

“An assassin who was killing people outside the perimeter. I caught him while he was fleeing.”

Raon laid the Ghost King’s body in front of everyone.

“An assassin?”

“Yes. He called himself the Ghost King.”

Raon mentioned the name to emphasize the danger Derus posed.

“The Ghost King…?”

“The Ghost King was one of the greatest assassins of the previous era!”

“He wasn’t just an assassin! His combat skills were at a Grandmaster level when he was active!”

“And you chased him down and killed him?”

“That’s insane….”

“I thought I’d seen it all, but this….”

The warriors and mages of the Six Kings Alliance looked at Raon with wide eyes, as if he had achieved the impossible.

“The Ghost King….”

Roenn stepped forward and inspected the Ghost King’s face closely.

“He once came to kill me but fled instead. He didn’t even bother hiding his face, so I recognize him. Without the wrinkles, it’s the same man.”

Roenn nodded, confirming the Ghost King’s identity.

“He was so fast I couldn’t catch him. Truly impressive.”

Roenn laughed heartily, congratulating Raon on the monumental feat.

“That monster….”

“As expected, he doesn’t act without reason.”

“Today, he’s a legend.”

Martha twisted her lips in disbelief, Burren voiced admiration, and Runaan nodded calmly.

*Ssssss!*

Glenn turned away from the burning Robert estate and met the eyes of everyone present.

Raising his Heavenly Tremor Sword, he declared:

“In the name of the Six Kings—no, the Five Kings—I proclaim that from this moment, Derus Robert and all who bear the Robert name are enemies of the continent.”

Glenn’s shout resonated with such immense majesty that it seemed to not only echo across the coast but to reverberate throughout the entire continent.

*Flap! Flap!*

Hundreds of birds soared into the sky alongside magic projections, spreading his voice and wrath across the heavens and earth.

Raon clenched his fists as he watched Glenn, whose eyes burned like flames.

‘The dream I’ve longed for, even in my sleep, has finally come true.’

A vow he had sworn upon his birth had finally been fulfilled after over twenty years. The satisfaction of achieving his dream breathed new vitality into his exhausted body and soul.

‘However….’

This wasn’t the end—it was only the beginning.

Derus’s schemes hadn’t ceased. Raon had to continue pursuing him, destroying everything the man stood for.

‘I won’t relinquish Derus’s head to anyone.’

Even if Glenn himself demanded it, Raon would not hand over Derus. He would rise to transcendence and personally sever the man’s body and soul.

Swallowing the rage that grew ever deeper, Raon renewed his resolve.

—

“…The Ghost King is dead.”

Derus Robert massaged his temple, his expression twisted.

“Dead? What do you mean…?”

Kubara’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“The signal from the *Rage Worm* embedded in the Ghost King’s heart has vanished.”

Derus let out a deep sigh, as though the weight of the world bore down upon him.

“That foolish old man. I only needed him to retrieve the *Soul Severing Orb*.”

He gritted his teeth, muttering about how he had allowed the Ghost King too much independence. Kubara bowed her head, realizing the gravity of the situation.

“If the Ghost King stationed in the cavern is dead, then…”

“Yes, it’s Raon Zieghart.”

Derus pushed his bloodied hair back, frowning deeply.

‘It can only be him.’

The Ghost King was supposed to retrieve the *Soul Severing Orb*, infused with the blood and resentment of slaughtered children. If the one stationed in the cavern was killed, the culprit could only be Raon Zieghart.

‘Nothing is going right.’

His identity was exposed, the Robert family was destroyed, and now he had even lost the *Soul Severing Orb*, which could have created numerous followers. His anger and frustration felt like they would split his skull open.

“Raon Zieghart!”

Unable to contain himself, Derus slammed his fist into the rock he had been leaning on.

*Boom!*

The rock crumbled to dust under the force of his strike.

“I should have gone myself to retrieve it….”

Despite the falling debris, Kubara remained in place, bowing her head.

“Enough. Just give me the situation report.”

“…Bardiel and Beorn are moving to the safehouse. While the damage was significant, we managed to preserve our main forces thanks to prior preparations.”

She added that the strongest units of the Robert family, including the *Purple Lightning Division*, the *White Frost Division*, and the *Ghost Demon Division*, had survived.

“When will they reach the safehouse?”

“Since they need to take a detour, they should arrive by noon tomorrow.”

Derus groaned softly as pain flared from the wound in his chest.

‘Why is this damn wound taking so long to heal? Even Glenn’s sword scars weren’t this bad….’

Looking down at the injury, his lips tightened in frustration.

“Uriel!”

Derus lifted his gaze toward the cliff, where Uriel stood silently.

“You know, don’t you? Raon Zieghart—what exactly is he?”

“I have a question of my own.”

Uriel’s expression was one of utter exasperation as he stared at Derus.

“Do I look like a pigeon or a chicken?”

He asked the absurd question with a dignified air.

“What? What did you just…?”

Derus narrowed his eyes, stunned by Uriel’s question.

“I asked if I look like a pigeon or a chicken.”

Uriel folded his wings and furrowed his brow.

“This… insane….”

Derus, at a loss for words, exhaled in disbelief.

“You there.”

Uriel, ignoring Derus’s reaction, turned to Kubara.

“Y-yes…?”

Kubara stammered, lowering her gaze.

“Do I appear to you as a pigeon or a chicken?”

“Absolutely not. You are draped in a light more noble than any other being.”

She replied earnestly, lowering her eyes in reverence.

“I already know that. I am far beyond you humans. But that Raon dared to call me a pigeon. That ugly word lingers in my mind.”

Uriel clenched the trumpet at his waist as if trying to suppress the insult.

“Stop spouting nonsense! He must have mocked you intentionally!”

Derus cut him off, slamming his hand against the air.

“Just tell me what power he’s connected to. The vile strength you mentioned—what is it…?”

“The Demon King.”

Uriel’s demeanor returned to calm as he raised his eyelids.

“…The Demon King?”

“Yes, and not just any Demon King. It’s Wrath, the Lord of Eternal Winter.”

Uriel stated that the power Raon used was Wrath’s authority, narrowing his eyes.

“Wrath…! That explains it!”

Derus looked at the wounds on his chest and hands, a manic grin spreading across his lips.

“Yes, that explains his talents and memories!”

He exclaimed triumphantly, as if finally uncovering Raon’s secret.

“And perhaps, though it may just be a hunch…”

Uriel, observing Derus’s hysteria, turned his back to him.

He glanced down at his slowly healing chest wound and let out a low sigh.

“The power of the ring.”

—

The Five Kings convened immediately after the destruction of the Robert family.

“Derus Robert had prepared for this to some extent. Before we arrived, he managed to evacuate a significant portion of his forces.”

Roseline, the leader of the Black Market, pointed to the casualty reports and continued.

“The *Purple Lightning Squadron*, *White Frost Division*, and *Ghost Demon Division* fled to the sea first. The rest bought time while the weaker units escaped.”

She chuckled, calling them ruthless survivors.

“How significant are these forces?”

King Lecross raised his hand.

“They account for roughly half of the Robert family’s total strength.”

Roseline sighed, emphasizing their formidable power.

“What about the pursuit?”

Glenn narrowed his eyes, looking over a map of the continent.

“They vanished without using dimensional gates. It seems they utilized divine power to disappear.”

Roseline shook her head, expressing the difficulty of tracking them.

“Still, the good news is….”

She pointed to the mark that indicated the Robert family’s estate, now crossed out with an X.

“We managed to prevent the remaining forces from joining Derus.”

“Yes, we must focus on what we gained rather than what we lost.”

Chamber agreed with Roseline, nodding.

“The amount of resources Derus had amassed to prepare for war is astonishing. They’ll be invaluable in future battles.”

She listed off food, weapons, equipment, and elixirs, saying they had acquired enough supplies to be a substantial boon.

“Our agents are scouring the continent, so there’s no need to worry too much.”

Roseline patted her chest, asking for patience before sitting down after delivering additional information.

“For now, let’s conclude the first session here.”

Chamber clapped her hands, signaling the neutral factions’ leaders to leave the room.

Remaining were the Five Kings and Roseline.

“It seems the Six Kings and Five Demons title keep changing lately, but for now we can settle on Five Kings and Five Demons.”

Chamber chewed her lip in frustration.

“It’s all because of Derus Robert.”

Ogram clenched his trembling fists, still seething.

“Why did he do it…?”

Larian tilted his head, wondering aloud about Derus’s motivations.

“At this point, the reason doesn’t matter.”

King Lecross shook his head, asserting that Derus was simply an enemy to be eliminated.

“There’s one matter we must address before moving on.”

Chamber raised her hand, creating a mana barrier to ensure their conversation remained private.

“What is it?”

“It’s the connection between Raon Zieghart and Derus Robert.”

Her sharp gaze turned to Glenn.

“Surely, you’re the most curious of all, aren’t you?”

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