The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 203

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Episode 203
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5.
Starting from the Third Village where raids open, each village and city has one famous raid boss.
Naturally, Pentamier had such a raid boss as well.
It was none other than “Emerald Predator, Muelion”.
A raid boss that was a hybrid of a spirit and monster in the form of a lion made of wood.
Muelion, with its majestic lion form, was quite impressive to behold and had become famous as the most powerful raid boss in Pentamier.
Moreover, unlike other raid bosses, it took place in a field-like open area.
This also contributed to other players being able to spectate the raid.
Of course, it only appeared as if the field was open.
In reality, separate channels were divided, so other users couldn’t interfere.
Perhaps because you could see the reactions of those around you in real-time?
In the past, just the fact that it was raid footage of Muelion would generate considerable views.
Its fame was well-deserved.
Of course, because it was powerful, parties that succeeded were quite rare.
Perhaps that’s why.
The line waiting for Pentamier’s raid was unusually the longest.
Those wanting to watch strong parties’ raids also lined up.
Without being exceptionally strong, clearing it was impossible anyway.
So they might as well spectate.
“Did any party clear it today?”
“No, none.”
“Hmm, should we just go clear some Quests instead?”
“Let’s watch a bit more.”
It wasn’t so much that they had ample time to spectate.
Rather, exhausted by excessive leveling, many players thought this might be the only way to overcome their sense of tedium.
Today too, many had lined up.
But among the challenging parties, there was no one particularly noteworthy.
The atmosphere had grown dull.
Then.
“Huh?”
“What is it?”
When Bi Peng showed such a reaction, his friend Win Lung, who was watching alongside him, asked back.
Thinking he might have discovered something, Win Lung turned his gaze in that direction.
But nothing noteworthy was found.
What was he looking at?
As Win Lung questioned this.
Bi Peng pointed to one side while looking at Win Lung.
There was a user next in line.
Just as Win Lung was about to dismiss it, something caught his attention.
“That user isn’t part of a party, is he?”
“Huh? Really? Is he attempting a solo raid?”
At Bi Peng’s words, Win Lung looked closer.
Indeed, there was a single user standing alone, separate from the rest of the group.
Was he truly attempting what they called a solo clear—to conquer the dungeon by himself?
Yet his appearance didn’t suggest someone of considerable strength.
Not that he looked particularly weak, either.
He wore an unremarkable black robe and a worn black mask.
At first glance, his silhouette evoked something almost demonic in nature.
Yet the prevailing thought was that surely no Demon King would be here.
After all, there was no reason for a Demon King to join a raid party on Muelion, a dungeon that had already lost its novelty across the internet.
It was akin to thinking an idol group would stand in line at a fish cake shop near one’s home.
And so the two of them chuckled and gossiped as they watched this user.
“Oho? If he’s serious, it’d be entertaining even if he fails, wouldn’t it?”
“Right. You’d have to be quite confident to attempt something like this.”
“Muelion’s gotten easier, sure, but a solo clear is still brutal.”
“Puhaha, exactly. Still, we should commend the effort, shouldn’t we?”
At their banter, the expressions of those standing in line darkened.
Some had come to watch, just as they had.
But there was no need to be so blatantly rude about it.
It was simply poor manners.
Several people openly frowned at them.
Yet the two seemed oblivious to the disapproval, laughing instead as they watched the user.
“It’d be so embarrassing if he fails by such a huge margin, wouldn’t it?”
“Tell me about it. Still, should we cheer him on so he doesn’t feel too ashamed?”
At their seemingly genuine remarks, several people openly distanced themselves from the pair.
Though none had the courage to stop them.
Getting involved would only lead to trouble.
As the two continued their mindless chatter and laughter.
The user’s turn arrived before long.
“Ooh, is it finally starting?”
“Let’s watch this user lose, then head off to do our own Quest.”
What the two—now reduced to mere spectators—witnessed was.
A user in a black robe walking up a hill that resembled a mound in the center of a vast forest.
Before the user, tree trunks erupted from the ground.
They converged into a single form.
The trunks fused together, transforming into the shape of a lion at least ten meters tall, its eyes blazing with emerald light as verdant radiance pulsed from its form.
The Emerald Predator, Muelion, roared toward the heavens.
“RRRROOOAAARRR!!!”
A majestic roar shook the very ground beneath them.
Bi Peng and Win Lung watched with indifferent expressions.
It was a sight they had witnessed countless times before—Muelion’s standard display.
Yet the user in the black robe lifted their head as if finding it curious, almost fascinating.
The moment Bi Peng and Win Lung saw this, their expressions twisted into mockery.
“Pfft. Looks like they’re scared.”
“First time facing it? Probably about to wet themselves.”
“Well, Muelion isn’t exactly some run-of-the-mill boss.”
“Fair point.”
They themselves hadn’t even dared to challenge it.
Yet there they stood, laughing and chattering like spectators—a pathetic sight.
The user in the black robe, whether aware or not, began preparing their skills.
I wondered what display they would put on.
The thought that they would suffer a humiliating defeat bloomed in Bi Peng and Win Lung’s minds.
In that instant, the ground beneath the black-robed user’s feet turned to shadow.
The darkness deepened, growing darker than pitch itself.
An abyss awakened.
Sssssss—.
The ominous darkness that began spreading indiscriminately engulfed the entire area, showing no mercy to friend or foe.
Not only the hill where the Emerald Predator Muelion stood, but even the users waiting in the distance.
Faced with the thick, ominous darkness pooling beneath their feet, the users had no choice but to step back in unison, as if by agreement.
Though they knew not what it was.
Something extraordinary was unfolding.
Perhaps sensing this.
Bi Peng and Win Lung swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the black-robed user.
And beneath the black-robed user’s feet, a grotesque black eye had somehow appeared.
At first, it was difficult to recognize it as an eye.
I had thought it merely a mass of flesh covered in skin made of shadow.
But when I spotted the black pupil bursting through the gaps in that shadow-formed flesh.
Everyone froze, unable to move.
A visage so grotesque and horrifying that words fell short.
That eye—terrifying and nightmarish enough to haunt one’s dreams—fixed its gaze upon Muelion.
The creature’s emerald eyes, once gleaming with vibrant life.
Gradually turned black and murky as its body trembled.
“Grrrrr.”
Muelion let out a low growl.
Yet everyone present could sense it.
Muelion was consumed by fear.
But it did not end there—the black-robed user snapped a finger.
Snap—!
As the cheerful snap of that finger echoed through the air.
Beneath the Muelion’s legs, the head of a sap-sucking insect—the very form he feared most—burst forth from the ground.
Grotesquely long and massive antennae writhed in repulsion, probing against Muelion’s right foreleg.
Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.
The insect’s antennae tapped rhythmically, as though savoring what lay before it.
Yet Muelion could only tremble helplessly, unable to flee from such a creature.
The insect soon drooled with ravenous hunger, dragging its massive mandibles from the earth and spreading them wide toward Muelion’s wooden right foreleg.
Within those scissor-like jaws lay serrated ridges bristling with razor-sharp teeth.
Before even a chill could run down one’s spine at the thought of those barbed teeth never releasing anything caught within them.
The insect slowly drew Muelion’s foreleg into its maw, savoring it.
Crunch!
First came the sound of biting.
Then followed another sound.
Slurp-slurp-slurp!
The insect sucked at Muelion’s leg as though drawing something sweet, the wet sound unmistakable.
Then came the biting sound once more.
Crunch!
Muelion’s right foreleg vanished.
“That… that can’t be…”
“…What… what is that!?”
“…Gasp!”
Even among users not afflicted by the fear status abnormality, some gasped, covered their mouths, or turned away as they witnessed the spectacle.
It was far too grotesque and repulsive—a sight perfectly suited to cultivate terror.
Bi Peng and Win Lung felt the same.
What skill could possibly be this?
As confusion gripped them.
The user in the black robe snapped their finger again, as though the performance was far from over.
Snap—!
In response to that sound, Muelion watched as something far larger than his own body materialized before him.
As Muelion fixed his gaze upon it and beheld the specter that had appeared before him, he swallowed hard.
His eyes met those of the specter—hollow and gaping like an abyss.
When his gaze locked with those eyes that pierced beyond the void into the very depths of the abyss.
The specter’s form began to shift.
Screech-crack-screech!
Screech! Screech-crack-screech!
A grotesque and hideous sound.
As that sound ceased.
The specter transformed into the very insect that Muelion so feared.
And it was far larger than Muelion himself.
An insect of such proportions that a single snap of its jaws could tear Muelion’s throat asunder.
The pest slowly swept its long antennae across Muelion’s entire body, just as it had when it devoured the creature’s front legs moments before.
And it made contact—deliberately, thoroughly.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.
As if those antennae were asking: are you truly food?
Muelion desperately wanted to escape this place immediately.
But I could not.
The abyssal eyes near that black-robed user watching me rendered movement impossible.
I was paralyzed.
Then, glancing away for a moment before turning my gaze back toward the specter—no, the pest—
The pest lunged with its jaw wide open, ready to devour.
Kaaaaaaaaa——!!!
“Kyaoooo!”
Before Muelion’s terrified roar, the specter dispersed its massive form into countless bodies—thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions—each small as a grasshopper, all converging on Muelion.
Padadadadada——!!!
Insects blanketed the sky.
From the heavens, now as black as the darkness blanketing the ground below,
the pests rained down like a deluge, draining Muelion’s vital fluids.
“Uuuaaaagh!”
“R-run away!!!”
“W-what the—?!?!”
The users, seized by panic, were about to flee.
Mercifully, the swarm of locusts targeted only Muelion.
“W-wait, they’re not coming at us?”
“S-still, we can’t be too careful.”
“W-what the hell—who even is that?”
“Has there ever been a user with a skill like that?”
As the users trembled and exchanged nervous words,
the black-robed user snapped their fingers again, opening a cyan portal and summoning their servants.
Seeing this, several users recognized the figure and cried out.
“T-the Demon King?!”
“W-what the—?!”
“So those two were spouting all that nonsense because they saw the Demon King?!”
Once the black-robed user’s identity was revealed,
the onlookers turned their gaze toward Bi Peng and Win Lung, who had been watching with satisfaction.
But their faces had gone deathly pale.
Should we flee now?
The thought had barely crossed their minds when
the raid was already over.
Muelion collapsed helplessly beneath the specter and the Demon King’s servants,
and a new record—the fastest clear—was established.
The Demon King emerged from the raid boss field.
Thump, thump.
“Huh, huh-what!?”
“Huh, huh-what!?”
Both of them trembling simultaneously.
And in that moment, Helena, with her luscious crimson hair, flicked her fingers lightly with a mischievous smile.
Snap—!
Then, accompanied by a rustling sound from Bi Peng and Win Lung’s legs.
They felt as though insects were crawling across their skin, and both of them screamed.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
“Please, save us!!!”
Watching the two of them, Helena chuckled and spoke.
“It’s just a simple illusion, you know?”
At Helena’s words, the two of them swallowed hard and quickly moved away from the spot.
Yoo Sung-hyun didn’t say anything in particular either.
The users around them each remarked that their hearts felt refreshed.
“Wow! The Demon King is amazing!”
“That was incredibly satisfying!!!”
“Wow, I really thought we were seeing the actual Demon King during that raid!!!”
“We support you!!!”
Unable to withstand the users’ enthusiastic responses, Yoo Sung-hyun quickly distanced himself from the area.
He arrived at a place quite far away.
Facing them directly and receiving such praise still felt peculiar to me.
So I left quickly.
As Yoo Sung-hyun separated himself from the users.
The presence I had been sensing since earlier drew closer.
Yoo Sung-hyun looked in that direction.
There stood Penelope, the branch director of Overpalace Pentamier, who bowed her head and carefully opened her mouth to me.
“Black Star has sent word for you.”

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