The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 241

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Episode 241
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3.
Four days had passed since learning about Apopis and hunting demons.
Yoo Sung-hyun exhaled deeply as he stepped out of the Capsule.
“Phew.”
Was the efficiency finally dropping?
No, that wasn’t it.
The experience required to level up had grown exponentially.
But in terms of pure efficiency, it was remarkable.
Before exiting the Capsule, my status window looked like this.
【Status Window】
『Yoo Sung-hyun』
『Lv 198』
『Class』
→『Overload』
『Titles』
→『Sovereign (Legendary)』… and 42 others.
『Stats』
→《Strength: 290(223+67)》《Agility: 290(223+67)》
《Stamina: 290(223+67)》
《Intelligence: 753(579+174)》《Wisdom: 753(579+174)》
《Mental Fortitude: 138(125+13)》《Dexterity: 16(14+2)》
『Bonus Stats』
→《0》
Reaching level 198 in just four days was absurd.
According to Kalina, there were only about five days left until the Temple of Apopis opened.
At this pace, I’d easily reach level 200 before then.
So leveling wasn’t a concern at all.
Then why the sigh?
It was simple.
‘This is so tedious.’
It applied to me and my minions alike.
Well, Leonik, Baltar, and Silvanor were having a blast slaughtering demons.
But the other minions were feeling somewhat bored.
I didn’t want to leave them and venture elsewhere to do quests or other activities.
Besides, if I strayed too far, the experience wouldn’t reach me.
So I’d been grinding away at demon hunting without any real alternative.
That was precisely why I’d stepped out with a sigh.
Once this Temple of Apopis matter was resolved, at least things would become more interesting.
With that hope in mind, I left my room.
Then.
“Why are you sighing so much?”
“Oh.”
My older sister Yoo Mi-na asked me with concern.
I let out a small chuckle at her words and replied.
“Leveling is getting a bit boring.”
“Ah, what level are you now?”
“198.”
“…That’s incredibly fast, isn’t it?”
Though it was admittedly a tedious stretch.
Yoo Mi-na was shocked by the absurdly rapid leveling speed regardless.
Normally, that stage was considered the average range where players gained about ten levels per month.
Yet in just a few days, I was already approaching level 200.
It was an impossible pace.
However.
‘Didn’t Luna Team say they were at about that speed too?’
It seemed comparable, or perhaps Luna Team was slightly slower.
The difference was.
‘Luna Team pushes themselves hard as an elite force, but he says it’s boring.’
Luna Team was grinding to the point of overwork, yet they were still slower than me.
And I was even faster than that, yet I was sighing about how tedious it was.
It made me wonder if we were even playing the same game.
Yoo Mi-na, feeling slightly deflated, shook her head.
He was my younger brother, but he really did play the game absurdly.
“Are you getting your preparations ready, sister?”
“Huh? What… Oh.”
Yoo Mi-na belatedly understood what I meant and nodded.
Since she’d obtained the information first, what she was preparing for was eliminating the rankers.
Because of that, she was gathering and studying information on the few solo rankers available.
She was also leveling up in the meantime.
When Yoo Mi-na nodded confidently.
I spoke with a hint of anticipation.
“I need to work hard too.”
“Promising talents from all servers are gathering, so if you make it into the ranking, server integration won’t matter, but you haven’t integrated yet.”
“Right. That’s true.”
The Eternal World’s server system integrated as you progressed toward the Central Continent.
Rather than being completely separated, it was more like a system where you could move the server itself if you traveled between continents.
Even so, it was practically complete separation.
The process of traveling to other continents was quite complicated after all.
I was about to eat when both Yoo Mi-na’s and my phones buzzed simultaneously.
Yoo Mi-na’s phone and Yoo Sung-hyun’s phone rang at the same time.
When we checked them.
[All-Server World Announcement]
[A massive event will open in 5 days based on the East Asia Server timeline.]
[Massive Event: 『Temple of Apopis』]
[Please refer to the homepage for details.]
The two of us exchanged glances and nodded at each other.
It’s finally here.
4.
An unknown land that players have yet to reach.
No—not just players, but a vast plain forbidden to any who lack sufficient strength.
And in the center of that vast plain rose a towering, majestic rocky mountain shaped like a cone—like the fang of some monstrous beast.
Its size was so immense.
The peak seemed to touch the heavens themselves.
In its grandeur dwelt the mythical wolf of ancient legend.
At the summit of what was called Czarkas’s Fang—named after that primordial beast—stood a man whose cloak billowed violently in the fierce winds.
Though the wind should have shaken him, only his cloak and garments stirred in its grip.
The man himself remained utterly unmoved.
Czarkas’s Fang.
Standing upon it, the earth below was already shrouded in clouds, invisible beneath the veil.
Perhaps because of this?
Standing here created an illusion—as though he had become a god himself.
Yet the man, the Sword Saint, knew the truth.
He was merely a frog in a well.
His blade had touched the stars, earning him the title of Sword Saint.
But above those stars lay countless others, and he understood perfectly well that he was merely a frog trapped in a narrow world.
Yet rather than despair, his eyes burned with fierce determination as he thought.
‘I will escape.’
I will shatter this well.
And.
‘I will become the master of this world.’
He believed it without doubt.
For now, he was merely one incapable of manifesting his own ambitions.
But the day would surely come when he would seize them.
And the first step toward that day was about to unfold here.
Though called a fang, it occupied a surprisingly vast area, and the Sword Saint waited for someone upon its peak.
This place that denied passage to the weak.
Yet he harbored no concern.
Soon.
“You’ve arrived.”
Was this the first time I was seeing him in person after only exchanging messages?
No, I’d seen him at the Heroes Council too, so this would be the second time.
As the wind billowed and a black shadow flickered across the sky like something briefly obscuring the sun, a figure emerged from within that darkness.
Should I call it shadow itself?
Looking closely, a bizarre form—a being clad in a black robe with only the upper body protruding from the shadow.
The Sword Saint spoke upon seeing him.
“Am-sung, you’re ready, aren’t you?”
Am-sung.
The one called the King of Assassins and also known as the Dark King—as the Sword Saint addressed him, he spoke.
He responded by slowly rising from the shadow and nodding his head.
Then, as if fixing his gaze upon the Sword Saint, he asked.
“The item?”
His voice devoid of inflection, asking only what was necessary—the Sword Saint found it irritating and fixed Am-sung with a sharp look.
But there was no helping it.
He nodded.
At the response that it was prepared, Am-sung also nodded his head.
Then he spoke quietly.
“Good. I’ll have my disciple handle it.”
As Am-sung said this and moved to approach the Sword Saint.
The surroundings suddenly wavered as if beneath the blazing summer sun.
A shimmering heat rising like a mirage.
As if all the atmosphere around them had been overturned by a single person’s will, and a sharp killing intent had settled across every breath of air.
A sharpness so keen that even breathing could be severed.
With merely a slight exertion of will, the entire surroundings transformed into a killing intent capable of cleaving all things.
Yet despite such killing intent saturating all directions, around Am-sung it felt as though that very intent had already withered—like a blade worn dull and chipped from use, the killing intent seemed to vanish.
An overwhelming pressure that extinguished momentum itself.
Emanating such an aura, Am-sung tilted his head.
“Are you testing me?”
As if finding it laughable.
Am-sung asked in a tone questioning if he was serious, and the Sword Saint, seeing this, furrowed his brow sharply.
Was it because we were both heroes?
‘Not a single opening appears.’
Witnessing Am-sung’s refusal to yield even an inch, the Sword Saint withdrew his killing intent.
Had even the slightest gap appeared, things would have been different.
If they had clashed as things stood, no one could guarantee victory or defeat.
The Sword Saint felt this and withdrew his killing intent.
Yet, as if refusing to back down, he asked in return.
“Can that foreigner be trusted?”
For the Sword Saint believed that a foreigner could betray at any moment.
I asked him that.
But Am-sung replied as if it were absurd.
“Trust? That’s utterly ridiculous nonsense. They’re nothing but tools. I don’t trust any existence whatsoever.”
“Good. Neither do I.”
The two of them spoke while glaring at each other.
And between them, something erupted from the Sword Saint.
Two objects shot forth with violent force, as if to destroy everything around them.
But this time, Am-sung didn’t counterattack with increased momentum—instead, he caught the two items lightly.
As I examined the objects.
“A shoulder board and a badge, then.”
“Both are the legacy of Hero Hindel.”
“With these, my disciple should certainly be able to capture that successor Overpalace boasts of.”
“It must succeed without fail.”
“I guarantee it. Should it fail by any chance, I will cooperate with you with full force next time.”
….
At those words, the Sword Saint glared at Am-sung with narrowed eyes.
But nothing would change because of that.
Moreover, even if he failed, he could draw Am-sung into his plans.
He never considered Am-sung’s betrayal.
That one was also the leader of the Dark Fortress, bound by Overpalace for a lifetime just as I was.
He harbored the same hatred for Overpalace as anyone.
The enemy of my enemy is my ally, as they say.
The Sword Saint recalled that maxim and spoke.
“Should it fail, know that you must move next time, Am-sung.”
“I stake my name on this promise.”
At that answer, the Sword Saint’s momentum eased somewhat.
He had staked his name on the promise.
Now he could trust it, nodding his head.
Hero Hindel’s legacy was certainly important.
But if it went wrong, considering that Am-sung would cooperate with him, it wasn’t a bad deal.
‘I’ll bring it down one way or another.’
I tried once more to put the hero at the forefront, but recalling Hero Luke whom I’d seen recently, my expression darkened.
Natural domination was no longer possible.
I would have to use brainwashing or another method like I did with Hindel.
If Am-sung’s plan succeeds first.
The plan might change.
For now, thinking thus.
The Sword Saint disappeared from that place, leaving Am-sung alone.
And Am-sung, left alone, gazed at the two objects in his hands with indifferent eyes.
Though his gaze held no emotion whatsoever, Am-sung contacted someone, and soon a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes as he spoke.
“Black Star, I have completed all preparations to present the legacy of Hero Hindel to the successor. I shall have my disciple deliver it.”
[Well done.]
“I deserve no credit. All of this is thanks to your wisdom, Master.”
The Sword Saint had never suspected it.
Am-sung was also of Overpalace.
Even what he thought lay beyond the well was merely the palm of a hand.
[Ensure it reaches my successor properly.]
“Yes, I shall remember and remember your words.”

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