The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

bsolutely stuck.’

He was still stuck in the moment that he’d created the True Heavenly Sword.

‘I can’t stop it.’

He’d created countless swords and contributed greatly to Zieghart.
Its leader—Glenn Zieghart, one of the strongest of the continent—was using his sword.

Although his name would be passed down in history even if he retired, he couldn’t sit still.
He couldn’t stop holding his hammer, nor stay away from the fire.

There was only one reason that he was hesitating so much.

Even though he wanted to keep working, he wasn’t confident in creating something that would surpass the True Heavenly Sword that he’d offered Glenn.

In his indecision, he ignited a sloppy fire and used his hammer. 

All he could feel was emptiness.

‘That’s why I made this kiln.’

About ten years ago, he’d started creating coals from the charcoal kiln in order to create golden charcoal, which surpassed black and white charcoal.

He thought he could possibly create a better sword if he had that special charcoal.

However, he never succeeded, not even once.

Collecting legends and rumors, he tried countless methods.
However, he couldn’t obtain the golden charcoal.

He didn’t want to give up.
It was the only obsession left in the final days of his life.

While he was burning away his time, that boy came to visit him.

Raon Zieghart.

He’d been breathing with the furnace’s flame from the day he’d met him.
The flame that had been stopped for decades started to burn like a savage beast.

It was the first time.

The flame had never reacted, nor had it ever increased its firepower before.

Thinking that something might change, he’d allowed Raon to stay next to him.
However, he didn’t have high expectations.

‘Because this is a hellfire.’

The kiln’s heat was so severe that even a veteran blacksmith avoided it.
Some blacksmiths had come to him with the intention of helping, but a few days was enough to make them slip away.

The boy was drenched in cold sweat and withstood the pain by biting his lip.
However, he kept visiting him every day and sat in front of the furnace.

At first, he was clearly unable to focus on his cultivation because of the heat coming from the ground.
The second day was the same, he kept biting his lip while trembling from the heat.

Three days, four days, a week, a month, three months.

Raon kept visiting the kiln without missing a single day.

And today.

The fire inside the furnace burned fiercely, as if it was reacting to Raon breathing in and out, and the heat inside the kiln had become many times stronger.

 

Inhale!

 

He dominated the flame in that space, as if he’d become the embodiment of the fire.

‘This is—!’

Vulcan suddenly realized it was an important opportunity for him.
Not an opportunity to create a new charcoal, but an opportunity for him to live as a blacksmith once again.

“Huff!”

With extreme concentration, he maintained the firepower in the furnace.
Blowing and fanning, he kept repeating every action that could grow the fire.

The flame was alive.

The transparent flame at the center was increasing its firepower while erasing the weak and murky ones.

However, something unexpected happened.

Frost fell from Raon’s body, which should’ve been sweating from the charcoal kiln’s heat.

‘What is this?’

He looked around in a panic, but the ice was nowhere else to be found.

That ice kept spreading throughout his body, and his golden hair ended up freezing.

‘Wh-what should I do?’

Raon’s body was trembling.
He understood he wasn’t in a good condition, but he didn’t know what to do.

He knew he shouldn’t touch him at a time like this, but he thought Raon would die if left alone.

“H-hey! You…”

“Stop.”

As Vulcan was about to extend his hand in order to wake Raon up, Rimmer appeared.
He was literally moving like the wind.

“Rimmer! What are you doing?! He is going to die!”

“There’s nothing we can do right now.”

Rimmer shook his head.
He frowned and stared at Raon, who was shaking even more now.

“If he receives the slightest impact from the outside, he will cough up blood and die.”

“Is that the ice you talked about before?”

“Yes.
He was born with that ice in his body.”

“That’s…”

Vulcan bit his lip as the sight tugged at his heartstrings.

‘Such a young child…’

He felt sorry that a child still wet behind the ears was born with a coldness severe enough to erase the furnace’s heat.
At the same time, he felt proud of the boy that had managed to withstand it until now.

He wanted to help somehow.

“Is there anything we can do?”

“No.
It will be dangerous if you touch anything at all.”

Rimmer’s expression was unusually serious.
His fist was clenched, and his eyes didn’t move away from Raon.

The two of them kept staring at the ice covering Raon’s entire body in complete silence.

“He… He is really going to die at this rate! Anything!”

“Wait! Raon just moved!”

Rimmer’s expression contained hope.
He snorted as he kept staring at Raon.

“What? What do you mean… huh?”

Vulcan turned his head.
The flame from the furnace had suddenly grown fiercer.

 

Rumble!

 

The flame came from the furnace, surging around the entire kiln.
The kiln’s clay enclosure had exploded, causing the tremendous heat to fill the air.

 

Boom!

 

It was difficult to breathe due to the immense heat.

“Huff!”

He lowered his body because of the heat, the type of which the Continent’s Blacksmith had never felt before, but the heat didn’t last.

 

Whoosh!

 

That was because the heat was being absorbed by Raon, rotating in a spiral towards him.
With the tremendous amount of heat being condensed into him, the coldness covering his entire body melted.

 

Whap!

 

A red flame burned along Raon’s body.
No, the flame wasn’t red.

It was golden.

Reflecting the golden daybreak rising over the eastern mountain, a golden flame burst forth.

Despite being engulfed in a golden flame, Raon didn’t stop cultivating.
He kept absorbing the heat from not only his surroundings, but also the entirety of the North Grave Mountain.

 

Rumble!

 

As the sun fully showed its majestic light, the light pouring out from Raon started to grow faint and he opened his eyes.

 

Spark!

 

Vulcan, who met his eyes, swallowed.
A thrill running up from his toes pierced his brain.

A dark golden light.

The golden light, containing the daybreak’s light, was burning in his eyes.

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