The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 132

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Episode 132
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Hisssss.
Steam vented from the Capsule with a sharp hiss.
Yoo Sung-hyun stepped out into the world beyond.
Unlike those grueling sessions at the Knights’ Hall, he wasn’t drenched in sweat today.
Yet the fatigue etched across his features was unmistakably familiar.
Extended gaming sessions inevitably took their toll.
Exhaustion was simply the price of immersion.
“Phew.”
As Yoo Sung-hyun stretched lightly and stepped into the living space, a realization struck him.
He’d forgotten something important.
‘I didn’t send the footage.’
Since it wasn’t a raid, he hadn’t requested a live stream.
But the video of the Demon Realm invasion was certainly worth sharing.
So he’d sent the file to Rapid—or rather, to An Yoo-jin.
Direct transmission from the Capsule was possible these days anyway.
After sending the footage conveniently,
Yoo Sung-hyun fired off a quick text to An Yoo-jin.
He’d sent a brief message along with the video of the Demon Realm invasion and headed to the living room.
The extended gaming session had left him hungry, so he decided to grab something to eat.
Just then, his mother Lee Na-kyung emerged from the master bedroom, already dressed.
What was going on?
That’s what Yoo Sung-hyun wondered.
His mother Lee Na-kyung spoke as if she’d been waiting for him.
“Oh, Sung-hyun, your dad and I need to go out. Want to come with us?”
“Huh?”
Was it another couple’s gathering or something?
The memory of Kwon Restaurant last time made his mouth water,
but the recollection of meeting Kim Che-gun—whose real name was Clara—dampened his appetite considerably.
“No, thank you. I think I’ll rest today.”
“Is that so? Then let Mi-na know too.”
Now that he thought about it,
his father must have been quite busy.
As his mother Lee Na-kyung hurried out in such haste,
Yoo Sung-hyun checked his phone for delivery options.
‘Hmm.’
Delivery, then.
The food was decent enough.
Eating at home didn’t appeal to me.
I hadn’t felt like it.
I’d spent so much time at home because of the Knights’ Hall.
I wanted a change of scenery, you could say.
‘Should I go out and eat?’
Now that I thought about it, a friend had contacted me a few days ago saying he’d been discharged.
Not a university friend, but someone I’d known since middle school.
I’d been thinking about meeting up with him.
This seemed like a good opportunity to do so.
With that thought, I picked up my phone and called him.
He answered almost immediately after the dial tone.
[Oh!? Yoo Sung-hyun! What’s the occasion?]
“You got discharged, so we should grab a meal.”
[A meal? Fooood??? I’m not going out unless there’s alcohol.]
This guy never changes.
I nodded at that thought and spoke.
“Fine, let’s have some drinks then.”
[Oh? What’s gotten into you? Okay okay, let’s meet at the intersection in ten minutes.]
“Got it.”
I said that and hung up.
Yeah, this is how it should be with friends.
Thinking that, I was about to wash up before heading out.
But then I figured there was no need for that just to see him, so I threw on some clothes and headed outside.
Yeah, this was the unwritten rule when guys met up.
I didn’t need to wash now anyway—I’d already showered after lunch earlier, so I looked presentable.
Besides, thanks to my decent looks, even casual clothes managed to pull off a pretty sharp appearance.
And so I left.
Not long after, my sister Yoo Mi-na opened the Capsule and stepped out.
“Huh? Mom? Dad? Yoo Sung-hyun?”
She was scratching her cheek in the empty, hollow house.
Why was no one here?
1.
Those whose arrogance pierces the heavens are not as easily broken as one might think.
In most cases, such overwhelming pride is rooted in genuine ability.
Typically, they crumble only when encountering those superior to themselves.
Takamia Kyou’s story was somewhat different.
Overwhelming talent.
In the Eternal World, it was talent that brooked no comparison.
If one were to venture a guess, perhaps only the current single-rank rankers could stand against Kyou?
Such was the caliber of talent he possessed.
Talent so arrogant it seemed to pierce the heavens.
Coupled with a disposition that never neglected such talent and effort, Kyou’s pride rarely crumbled.
And those around him only elevated him further.
Recovery was not easy.
Yet now.
“….”
Without uttering a single word.
I sat outside the Capsule, hugging my knees in a daze.
Why had I lost?
Young and arrogant though I was.
What made me formidable was a habit of reviewing even the slightest mistakes.
It was the same now.
“….”
The battle against the Demon King’s retinue.
Fiora’s overwhelming combat prowess and talent.
I replayed those countless times in my mind, simulating battle after battle.
Yet why?
Unlike before.
Even in review, I could not see it.
‘…I cannot recall it.’
A scene of my victory.
Not against the Demon King himself, but against his retinue.
I, who possessed an Almighty-tier class, the StormLord, had fallen to them.
An achievement born from overwhelming talent.
Even with that talent combined with the greatest class in Eternal World!
I had been defeated.
Not even by another Almighty-tier.
But by a retinue wielding that very tier.
‘What on earth is this?’
At this point, I could not comprehend it.
Had I been weak?
No.
Recalling the battle itself, I was confident I could defeat three promising Legendary-tier newcomers brought together.
My condition had been that sound.
Yet I still lost, which meant the Demon King’s retinue surpassed me.
Then there was only one thing I must do.
‘Accept it.’
Whether the Demon King was my equal in tier.
Or higher than me—it mattered not.
I had been defeated.
And it was utterly devastating.
Those who possessed a warped pride as twisted as Kyou’s typically did.
They crumbled pathetically upon defeat.
Indeed, when Kyou’s neck was severed by Fiora.
He had floundered in despair, finding defeat unbearable.
Yet now, confronting the truth of his own existence.
The distorted nature that once defined him vanished without a trace.
In its place arose a singular purpose.
Therefore.
‘I will join a guild too.’
The Rapid Guild.
No matter what price I must pay.
I will go to that guild where the Demon King resides.
I will join that same guild.
And someday.
‘I will defeat the Demon King.’
Of course, before that.
‘I must first defeat his subordinate.’
They said he was the weakest.
I’ll start by capturing that one.
2.
The life of a salaryman was grueling.
After work, one might search for entertainment to pass the time.
Yet exhaustion drained the will to do anything, leaving only the endless cycle of home, work, home, work.
But there existed a life far more grueling.
What life was that?
None other than the life of a guild master.
An Yoo-jin practically bounced out of the Capsule and collapsed onto her bed with an exhausted expression.
“Ughhhhhh.”
Salarymen at least got weekends off.
As a guild master, I had to work even on weekends.
I longed to rest properly even on weekends, yet I could not afford to.
Still, things had been better these past few days.
Yoo Sung-hyun had been quiet for five days.
Public opinion?
I could counter it and manage public perception if I wanted to.
But I chose not to.
‘It all comes down to money anyway.’
The Rapid Guild possessed more than enough power to sway public opinion.
But that too was simply a matter of money, wasn’t it.
While it would have been good to do so if necessary.
I already knew that public opinion would soon reverse itself.
I didn’t want to waste money on unnecessary things.
An Yoo-jin finally thought she could rest.
So she lay down.
Like a ghost, a message from Yoo Sung-hyun arrived at that very moment.
“Ugh.”
She wanted to ask for a little break.
But that wasn’t possible.
After all, she was currently the hottest topic in the Rapid Guild.
There was no way around it.
So when An Yoo-jin checked Yoo Sung-hyun’s message on her phone.
‘A video?’
A rather large video file had arrived.
Curious about what it could be, she watched it.
The video began with an aerial shot, set against the Demon Realm of the Dune Wild Trail.
The cinematography was quite convincing, and An Yoo-jin watched intently.
Soon, the Demon King’s legion ravaged the Demon Realm.
Monsters were trampled.
Life drained away.
In their wake, there was nothing but death.
Faced with such spectacular cinematography, An Yoo-jin quietly closed her eyes.
“Sigh.”
After receiving such an impressive video.
How could she possibly rest?
She’d have to edit it instead.
An Yoo-jin got up and started toward her computer.
The screen shifted, and a strange figure appeared.
“Huh? Isn’t that Kyou?”
As the guild master ranked third, An Yoo-jin knew Kyou well.
She was even quite certain of the possibility that he was an Almighty-tier player.
‘Meeting Kyou here?’
An Yoo-jin watched with keen interest.
She was curious to see how Yoo Sung-hyun would handle this.
[-Huh?]
One of Yoo Sung-hyun’s cute subordinates burst forth.
It was Fiora.
In the video, she rushed toward Kyou.
In that instant, a lightning bird swooped in to attack, but Fiora immediately cut it down.
Caught completely off guard, An Yoo-jin’s eyes widened as she straightened her posture.
Even if Kyou threw it as a restraining move, his subordinate cut through it so easily?
‘What is this?’
The footage that followed showed Fiora overwhelmingly subduing Kyou.
And at the end, Fiora casually attacking the Demon Realm again as if nothing had happened.
It was perfect footage.
I thought it was already amazing that Kyou appeared at all.
But for Yoo Sung-hyun’s subordinate—not Yoo Sung-hyun himself—to capture him was incredible.
And when An Yoo-jin saw the part where, after it ended, Fiora opened a path and bowed her head toward Yoo Sung-hyun while creating that passage, she felt a thrill run through her.
‘Insane. This is insane.’
This kind of composition wouldn’t come out even if I tried to deliberately think of it.
How does it always happen without any intention?
Truly the talent of a demon lord.
The problem is.
‘But where can I find someone good at video editing?’
The issue was that there was no one in the guild capable of handling footage of this caliber.
If there’s no one, what should I do?
I’ll have to do it myself.
Just as An Yoo-jin was about to edit Yoo Sung-hyun’s footage right away.
She received another unexpected email.
[Subject – Guild Master, I think you need to see this.]
The sender was none other than Lesil, the personnel manager.
What could be so urgent that she’s sending an email in the middle of the night?
An Yoo-jin checked it immediately.
She felt it was more than justified.
[Guild Application – Kyou.]
That rising slayer Kyou had requested to join the guild.
What in the world was this?
‘What the….’
I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t.
Because according to the status window filled in on the guild application, Kyou’s class was genuinely Almighty rank.
A guild application from Kyou, who was wanted by most guilds in the Dune Wild Trail.
My head throbbed as if it might split.
This is becoming a bigger situation than I thought.
Why does everyone who gets beaten by Yoo Sung-hyun request to join the guild?
At least Merlin and Kurosawa Ren from before were people who could be handled cleanly, so that was good.
“How am I supposed to deal with this guy?”
Kyou was a different story.
But he’s Almighty rank.
I can’t refuse him.
If I accept this one too.
Just like the second-ranked guild, I’d be adding three more Almighty-tier players to my roster.
I couldn’t ignore it, which made this whole situation a headache.
If things went this way, I’d need to have conversations with the guilds that had already put out bounties on him.
The silver lining was that Kyou wasn’t asking for anything else in return.
Just one thing.
“Sigh.”
He only wanted the chance to face Yoo Sung-hyun again later.
Judging by how he said to handle the signing bonus, conditions, and salary as I saw fit, he seemed genuine about it.
In that case, it wasn’t a major loss either.
Actually, the financial gains far outweighed the costs.
The only problem was that my workload had just increased.
“What choice do I have?”
I’d have to do it.
An Yoo-jin sent an email to Lesil with that thought.
She asked her to approve the membership and handle the other procedures.
Lesil seemed quite reluctant about it.
[Lesil—As expected… that’s the right call, isn’t it? Phew, I’ll do my best to manage this.]
[Rapid—I’m counting on you.]
[Lesil—No, it’s nothing. You’re working hard too, Guild Master.]
Lesil even offered words of comfort, something she rarely did.
She must have known how exhausting this was for me.
In any case, even as the weekend night grew late, I found myself unable to escape the additional work that had piled up.

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