The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 111

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Episode 111
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It had been quite a while since I last used this skill.
Though it hadn’t even been a week.
Subjectively, it felt like a month had passed, but what did it matter?
The important thing was that I could now summon a new demon knight!
Baltar was quite delighted not only for Yoo Sung-hyun, but also at the prospect of gaining a new subordinate.
It was possible that a knight of higher rank than Baltar might appear.
But apparently, the probability of that was negligible.
‘The summoning rate is best right after acquiring the skill, right?’
Since a demon knight seed could also emerge.
One couldn’t make hasty judgments?
Both Baltar and Nocturnium had said so.
So I figured that must be the case.
Still, even a demon knight seed was said to be quite powerful.
I was quite anticipating it.
What kind of demon would appear, after all?
Yoo Sung-hyun immediately activated the skill.
Just as when I had summoned Baltar, I felt my body’s control slip away.
Unable to move a single finger.
In that state, the surrounding landscape melted away like an unfolding vision, painting a new scene in its place.
A summoning event scene.
Who would appear this time?
The surrounding landscape vanished, and the subordinates who had been nearby disappeared as well.
Only I remained, floating like a ghost in the void as the landscape gradually came into view.
A desolate, utterly barren wasteland.
Yet the sun floating above the sky was black, and even the light illuminating the world was dim.
A bleak and lifeless world where not a single blade of grass seemed capable of growing.
In that place, which appeared impossible even to develop, countless demons made their homes and lived.
Black-skinned demons and red-skinned demons clashed with one another.
They invaded each other’s territories, and endless slaughter continued.
Yet magic, swordsmanship—
Such refined things were nowhere to be found; instead, they extended their claws to tear and rend, threw their fists, and burst flesh.
‘Is this the ancient hell?’
Even I was taken aback by the primitive and savage spectacle.
It couldn’t even be called combat—it was merely hunting driven by instinct.
Nothing more, nothing less.
A demon knight, they said.
Why show me such a landscape?
It was then that I harbored this question.
There was a demon boy with blood-red skin.
While everyone else extended their nails or threw punches, he alone stood apart, gripping a branch that had fallen to the ground.
An era before swords—before even iron.
The boy wielded that solid, dark-hued branch with earnest determination.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At first, his movements were clumsy.
But gradually, each swing became straighter, more rigid and precise.
The boy himself grew like the branch he wielded, and before long, the youth he had become still swung that branch as though it were a sword.
The demons around him watched with snickering amusement.
Using nothing but a branch as a weapon—how pathetic.
If one needed a weapon, they could extract bone or tear out their own claws to strike, and even without that, a demon’s body was superior enough that a mere fist became a weapon.
There was ample reason to mock him.
Yet despite their ridicule and pointing fingers, the youth paid them no mind.
He simply swung the branch, nothing more.
How much time had passed?
From boy to youth he had grown, from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age—yet still.
He swung the branch again and again.
With each swing, darkness pooled around him, shrouding everything in shadow.
‘This is….’
As the boy, now an old man, aged with the passage of time.
The reactions of those around him changed as well.
Those who had mocked him in his youth and young adulthood began to change when he reached middle age.
Gradually, they began to emulate him.
By the time he became an elder, countless demons in armor were already following in his wake.
Still, more time elapsed.
The countless demons that had grown in number gradually vanished, and a great upheaval came to pass.
Many demons perished, and few survived that cataclysm.
Yet the old man endured even that, and now wielded a sword placed in his hand, swinging it ceaselessly.
As though indifferent to all that surrounded him.
The vigorous elder of before had vanished, replaced now by a withered, frail old man who seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
Yet his presence shone more ominously and brilliantly than ever before.
‘Ah.’
Yoo Sung-hyun could comprehend it upon witnessing this.
This was a being who wielded a sword far more formidable and profound than Leonik’s swordsmanship that he himself possessed.
A realm of mastery beyond even his imagination.
That old man had achieved such a realm.
As this realization struck him, Yoo Sung-hyun found himself gazing at the elder, and their eyes met.
For the first time since Helena in this game, he felt overwhelmed.
A chill ran through his entire body, and as his eyes locked with the old man’s, a sound reached his ears.
Thud. Thud.
The elderly demon moved forward.
Soon, he stood before Yoo Sung-hyun.
The old demon drew his blade and swung it slowly.
From his sword strike, dark as shadow itself, a black magic circle leisurely materialized.
A gleaming black magic circle of darkness emerged, resonating with its surroundings and scattering black light, while a haze of darkness spread across the area.
The elderly demon’s form became increasingly distinct as he manifested fully into this world.
Aaaaaaaah——!
At the cry that bordered on a scream, Yoo Sung-hyun thought to himself.
‘He comes.’
The Demon Knight.
As Yoo Sung-hyun had that thought.
Text floated before him in the void.
[You summon a Demon Knight from the distant primordial age.]
[For the first time in the Eternal World, you have summoned 『Dracanoss, the Primordial Demon Knight of the Abyss.』]
[You obtain the title, 『Master of the Primordial Demon Knight.』]
[**Warning**]
[The Demon Knight’s consciousness is more distinct than other summons.]
[He may disobey your commands, and constant effort is required to control the Demon Knight.]
Along with the text, the elderly demon walked leisurely from the magic circle.
He emerged wearing a tattered robe.
He was small in stature and appeared considerably aged.
Unlike when I first summoned Baltar, he appeared neither imposing nor threatening.
His hair was entirely white, and his face, exposed hands, and every visible surface were covered in wrinkles.
His crimson skin was so deeply wrinkled that his eyes were buried within the folds and barely visible.
A demon who appeared nothing more than a frail old man—utterly unthreatening and showing no sign of strength.
Yet an inexplicable power seemed to radiate from him.
“Ah.”
As expected.
Yoo Sung-hyun gazed at him with a considerably satisfied smile.
Meanwhile, Baltar, upon discovering him, trembled with fear.
-N-no, no, no… This… this cannot… be…!!!
The Primordial Demon Knight.
Perhaps the very first Demon Knight.
Dracanoss.
Baltar, who could not possibly be ignorant of that legendary name, swallowed hard as he gazed upon him.
Could it truly be that his successor—if one could call him that—was this legendary being itself?
Yoo Sung-hyun also regarded him with considerable fascination.
-Murmur… mur… mur, zhung… urzhung-ur, whisper-whisper… per.
He spoke something.
A language utterly incomprehensible.
Even that voice was too faint to hear clearly.
Only Baltar and Yoo Sung-hyun, who stood closest, could make out that he had spoken at all.
It was more of a mumble, really.
Just to be safe, Yoo Sung-hyun looked toward Baltar.
Baltar lowered his head as if struck by lightning and answered.
-Y-yes, I shall humbly petition for it, Ancestor.
Had he been asking for something?
As Yoo Sung-hyun observed Baltar’s reaction, he waited.
Baltar spoke with evident hesitation.
-That is… the Ancestor is…
“Hmm?”
Why was he dragging this out so much?
Had he said he couldn’t hear the command?
Well, Baltar had been like that at first too.
That was certainly possible.
Or perhaps he was imposing conditions?
If it were anything else, there would be no reason for Baltar to hesitate.
Yoo Sung-hyun grew curious.
Baltar spoke with great care.
-He… he is asking if you could send him to the Underworld, as he is feeling cold…
“…What?”
-He says that given his advanced age, he feels the chill…
That was certainly an age where one would feel the cold.
In fact, he was already a legend simply by being alive.
It made sense, in a way.
His first words upon awakening were a request to be sent to the Underworld because he was cold.
It was somewhat deflating.
But it was understandable.
Yoo Sung-hyun prepared to send him to the Underworld.
-Mmmph… uh, m-m… murmur, mmmph… murmur…, mumble mmmph, whisper whisper.
Again, he spoke in incoherent mumbles.
What was he saying now?
Yoo Sung-hyun naturally turned to Baltar.
Baltar’s complexion had grown slightly pale as he swallowed hard and spoke to Yoo Sung-hyun.
-That is… the Lord says that if there is anything he wishes to request, he may call upon me at any time. And…
“And?”
-He is asking that I carry him and attend to his needs…
“Ah.”
Well, he was an elderly man, after all.
It was only natural that he would require care.
However, both Yoo Sung-hyun and Baltar wore peculiar expressions.
A living legend of the Underworld itself.
A legendary being who might be the first Demon Knight was asking to be sent to the Underworld because he was cold, and asking Baltar to carry him.
It was somewhat image-breaking.
Both of them nodded, saying they understood.
“I’ll… take good care of you.”
-Yes, understood.
Baltar, somewhat reluctant, and Dracanoss entered the Dark Castle in the Underworld together, while those remaining stood awkwardly.
Something had swept through like a tempest.
But it was fine nonetheless.
“Hmm.”
He had aged considerably.
Yet he was still an extraordinarily powerful demon.
In combat, things might be different.
Yoo Sung-hyun set that aside and checked the title he had obtained this time.
This was also a first in history.
Let me take a look.
『Master of the Primordial Demon Knight』
→《Legendary+》
→A title granted to the first user in Eternal World history to successfully summon a Primordial Demon Knight.
→As the first to become a master, it has been slightly upgraded from the existing rank.
→All sword proficiency of the affiliated Demon Knight and owner +50% increase.
→Darkness attribute of the affiliated Demon Knight and owner +12.5% enhancement.
→All attack power of the affiliated Demon Knight and owner +12.5% increase.
‘What is this?’
I had thought it would be similar to the Master of the Demon Knight title I obtained when summoning Baltar.
But it was on a different level.
Unlike the titles I had obtained before, this one had options that applied effects to the owner as well.
It was absurd.
With this title alone, Dracanoss’s value was more than sufficient.
‘Incredible….’
Even my pupils trembled.
It was an incredible effect.
In any case, now that I had summoned the Demon Knight.
I should move on to opening the next reward.
There was also the matter of resurrecting the Death Legion Commander and Anemor’s corpse.
But I had postponed that for now.
I was planning to make them stronger later using Transcendent Death.
Then what remained was one of two choices.
‘Should I draw a skill from the Overlord’s Grimoire, or should I open the Legendary Random Box first?’
Yoo Sung-hyun deliberated for a moment before making a decision.
‘Let me open the box first.’
The Overlord’s grimoire could be chosen from a selection.
But the Legendary Random Box was truly random.
With that thought, he retrieved the Legendary Random Box.
An unexpected description appeared.
『Random Box』×3
→《Legendary》
→A box that grants random items or skills connected to you and Yeon.
→All items obtainable from this box are Legendary grade.
→Currently connected item: 『Apprentice Hindel’s Sword』.
“Huh?”
An item connected to Yeon?

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