The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 262

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Episode 262
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Razak, taking a defensive stance for the first time.
And Yoo Sung-hyun, standing directly across from him as if locked in confrontation.
Though considerable distance separated them, why did it feel otherwise?
The illusion struck me that they were mere steps apart.
Their auras seemed poised to collide, but as Stella, the tank, wedged herself between them, a signal erupted and Razak surged forward.
Razak charged rapidly astride his phantom steed.
Razak’s target was none other than Yoo Sung-hyun.
Yet Stella, blocking the path between them, unleashed a skill wreathed in azure aura.
A colossal barrier materialized as the blue shield’s emblem swelled in size, barring Razak’s advance.
Razak’s phantom steed collided with Stella’s shield, his blade gleaming with an ominous ashen-blue light, while Flodin’s manifold blessings descended upon Stella’s head.
Whoooosh!!!
Crash!!!
Sacred blessing’s radiance and the profane ashen-white aura clashed, their mingled ashen-blue essence scattering before the blue shield.
The blue shield fractured and trembled ceaselessly.
Yet it held its ground unyieldingly, repelling every incursion of the ashen-blue aura.
Immediately after, white spears flowed forth between the ashen-blue aura and blue shield, descending seamlessly from the heavens and firing toward the ashen-blue essence.
But as the ashen-blue aura swept once with a flourish.
The white spears raining down vanished in an instant, and just as the ashen-blue aura surged to collide with the shield again.
A crimson aura pierced through from behind the ashen-blue essence, penetrating it and sweeping toward Razak in twin arcs.
Clang clang clang clang!!!
Yet the ashen-blue aura flawlessly intercepted the twin arcs of crimson short blades, then extended like a grasping hand, attempting to tear asunder Bask, the source of the crimson aura.
The aura saturated with frigid cold was sharper than anything, gleaming with an icy edge.
Stella’s shield could not.
Flodin’s blessings could not.
Ir’s light could not.
There was no means to defend Bask’s body against it.
Violet flames materialized in the void.
Whoooosh——!
Before the sharp, icy ashen-blue aura brimming with frigid cold, the flames erupted forth, swelling their mass like fire engulfing a body, and collided with the ashen-blue essence.
Shhhhhhhhh——!!!
Then ashen-blue and violet vapors intertwined, becoming as one pair, instantly dominating the surrounding space.
Yet that was not the end.
The ashen-blue vapor froze anew in the void, and the violet smoke ignited once more.
As flame and cold clashed again.
Seizing the moment, Bask escaped his position, and as the violet flames dispersed the ashen-blue aura, Razak’s form became visible.
The instant we beheld Razak’s appearance.
All of Prism Effect moved with swift purpose.
Indeed, what heralds the beginning of the Battlefield is.
“Hyuaaaah!”
It was Stella, the tank.
The shield knight, wielding a massive shield even larger than her slender frame, rushed behind Razak and struck him with her shield wreathed in azure energy.
Kwaaang!!!
A thunderous crash like colliding tanks erupted nearby.
Razak’s grayish-blue aura and his gaze instantly shifted toward Stella.
Aggro had been drawn.
In that moment, the grayish-blue aura turned from the violet flames and lunged toward Stella.
Flodin’s holy power enveloped Stella like a protective barrier, and simultaneously various healing spells restored her vitality completely.
At the same time, a colossal sword of light intercepted the grayish-blue aura as it attempted to strike Stella.
Twin crimson daggers slashed at Razak’s throat.
Clang clang clang!!!
Fierce sparks scattered, leaving only the tiniest of scratches on his neck.
Bask’s eyes widened as he activated his skill.
I felt an intense vertigo, my vision spinning wildly.
Yet Razak’s gaze remained fixed on Stella.
Recognizing her as the priority target, he was about to strike when—
Razak could sense it.
If he didn’t turn his body immediately, something catastrophic would happen.
A fierce heat radiating from behind.
As if exposed to the sun’s infinite warmth, his body felt as though it were melting—an illusion so vivid he desperately wanted to spin around.
Yet he had to block Stella as well.
These two contradictory impulses struck simultaneously.
But Razak had only one choice.
He unleashed a violent burst of frigid energy, scattering it outward from his center.
Fwaaaaaaah—!!!
The freezing cold instantly crystallized everything around him.
Even Stella, braced with her shield, found her body encased in ice.
“Ugh.”
Searing pain and impact wracked through her body as if it might shatter.
Flodin, waiting behind, dispelled the status ailment like lifting a curse, and Stella immediately retreated.
The moment Stella withdrew, an intense heat shot forth, melting away all the bitter cold, and a massive maw opened like a dragon’s, attempting to swallow Razak whole.
As Stella fell back, Razak regained his senses and unleashed his grayish-blue aura, firing it like an elongated blade of ice to pierce through the dragon.
But in that instant, the dragon’s gaping maw tore apart and scattered, fragmenting into smaller pieces that writhed like serpents in the air, lunging toward Razak.
The violet flame serpents evaded the long ice blade and slipped into Razak’s armor, leaving him unable to dodge or deflect them.
Like a serpent scaling a wall, they burrowed into his armor.
Violet light erupted from within Razak’s body like a flare detonating.
Proportional to the brilliance, violet heat intense enough to melt the frozen earth poured forth, engulfing Razak’s surroundings, and the ground where Razak and the Ghost Mage stood became viscous and molten, lava churning and roiling.
“Wha… what, what is this?”
“The heat…”
“Phew. I can feel the heat from here.”
“Insane.”
Everyone from Prism Effect gasped in awe as they witnessed the spectacle.
Ghost’s horse melted away, swallowed by the lava and vanishing. Yet a single hand stubbornly clawed its way back through the molten surface.
Like something from a horror film, it was Razak who emerged.
But his appearance was utterly pathetic.
The armor that had seemed so formidable was gone, and his shield was riddled with holes.
A shield that could barely block a single attack.
His body, too, was in terrible condition.
With his body partially melted in places, Razak clawed his way out with nothing but his sword intact.
Shiver.
Trembling from the intense heat, Razak began to move.
But now he was neither as fast nor as threatening as before—even Stella could hold him back.
Crash!
“I can block this.”
Stella spoke with wounded pride, clearly bothered by the fact that the tank had been pushed back until now.
After that, Prism Effect steadily wore Razak down alongside her.
With Yoo Sung-hyun’s violet flames joining in.
It became far easier.
Whenever Razak’s threatening pale blue aura appeared, the violet flames would emerge to dissolve the cold pale blue energy.
That was the advantage of elemental matchups.
Unfair and absurd.
As Razak was gradually worn down and fell.
The members of Prism Effect watched with slightly dazed expressions.
“Wow… we actually won….”
“…Really.”
“…To think we made it this far.”
“Haha we couldn’t have done it without him.”
At Bask’s final words, everyone nodded and watched a man walking toward them from afar.
The man who had introduced himself as Yoo Sung-hyun.
As Yoo Sung-hyun approached from the distance.
Everyone couldn’t help but acknowledge what they saw.
“He’s truly incredible.”
“He must be at least Legendary rank.”
“He might even be Almighty rank.”
“Right. Absolutely.”
To unleash that much power at level 220, it had to be so.
As everyone continued to marvel.
Yoo Sung-hyun likewise gazed at Prism Effect with slight admiration.
A party whose coordination was truly impeccable.
It’s because they trust each other, isn’t it?
‘Their individual skill level isn’t actually that exceptional.’
None of the four possessed exceptional control in the technical sense.
Not in terms of stats or job rank, but rather in how they utilized those abilities.
Even though there were often opportunities to exploit gaps, they all charged forward without noticing them, stubbornly pressing ahead.
Yet despite lacking superior control, they compensated for each other’s shortcomings.
Skilled players coordinate without words, or so they say.
But for people of this caliber to move swiftly and fill gaps without communication meant they fought with absolute trust in one another.
An excellent team.
Yoo Sung-hyun nodded at that assessment.
Either way, it was accurate.
As Yoo Sung-hyun held these thoughts, he observed them.
Ir, the party leader, spoke.
“The items and rewards are rather meager.”
A reward notification had appeared for Yoo Sung-hyun as well.
Perhaps because it was a raid monster rather than a raid boss.
The creature wasn’t particularly wealthy.
Experience points came through reliably, at least.
But the items were practically junk.
Yoo Sung-hyun nodded upon hearing this and replied.
“Indeed, that’s the case.”
Since there was nothing particularly regrettable, Yoo Sung-hyun spoke casually.
Ir smiled brightly at Yoo Sung-hyun and said.
“We’ll set aside something special for you, sir.”
“Pardon?”
“Honestly, we basically got a free ride, so we’d like to do this much at least.”
“Ah….”
He wanted to say there was no need.
But seeing the gleam in Ir’s eyes and the other party members nodding eagerly.
They were clearly determined to push this through regardless.
Yoo Sung-hyun chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“Yes, I understand. I’ll accept gratefully.”
“Hehe, thank you. Honestly, we wouldn’t have caught it without you, sir.”
“Truly.”
“We’re really grateful.”
“Haha, we’re so glad you came, sir! Hahaha.”
Everyone expressed their gratitude to Yoo Sung-hyun.
Yoo Sung-hyun felt rather pleased and chuckled.
And as the conversation ended like that.
Ir spoke.
“Shall we venture into the Castle?”
Everyone nodded in agreement at Ir’s suggestion.
The Lich Lord’s Castle—now mere steps away.
Yoo Sung-hyun gazed at the structure with unbridled curiosity.
‘The Lich Lord’s breastplate is in my possession.’
What could the Lich Lord possibly be wearing instead?
That curiosity gnawed at him, though he also wondered if the Lich Lord still lingered within these walls.
Entering this place would reveal all the answers, wouldn’t it?
With luck, he might even uncover a hidden secret.
Lost in such thoughts, he continued walking.
A voice—audible only to Yoo Sung-hyun—pierced the air.
Before the grim Castle Wall Entrance.
A sound so desolate and chilling it froze the blood.
-Sob, sob, sob.
Hearing a woman’s weeping, Yoo Sung-hyun turned his head.
There stood a woman with a translucent teal-blue form, tears streaming down her face.
Not an undead creature.
A specter visible only to Yoo Sung-hyun—a spirit, rather.
As he observed her sorrowful form, the woman suddenly startled.
She lifted her face from her hands, and their eyes met.
The spirit then spoke.
-Oh my! Y-you’re a noble, aren’t you?!
‘A spirit, then…’
Yoo Sung-hyun regarded her thoughtfully.
The spirit quickly composed herself, straightening her ethereal form as she spoke.
-I am Basilae, who once served the Lich Lord.
This might just yield a hidden quest.

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