The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 268

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Episode 268
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4.
From level 200 onwards, even a single city-tier event felt less like a tournament and more like a festival.
This event hosted by Serul Tower of Septem Arcana was no exception.
It wasn’t merely their celebration.
It was a festival for all who loved the Eternal World.
The reason was simple—the Eternal World itself was broadcasting these NPC-hosted events.
Even lower-level players could enjoy the spectacle without restriction.
With fresh entertainment options flooding in, users couldn’t help but feel elated.
Whenever an event occurred, the forums would overflow with discussion.
[Title—Is this the tournament gathering at the Magic Tower?]
[Author: ShieldDealerFun]
『This one’s pretty serious lol
I heard NPCs can participate if their level matches?
lol sounds hilarious.』
[RunWithShield: lolol honestly I don’t watch Large Guild livestreams!]
└[ShieldDealerFun (Author): You’re… broke?]
└[RunWithShield: your damage output is insane;;]
Unlike Large Guild livestreams, the Eternal World’s broadcast was completely free to watch.
It was bound to be popular.
The production quality even rivaled what the Large Guilds produced.
In terms of value for money, users couldn’t help but be thrilled.
This event from Septem Arcana naturally drew immense attention.
The notorious party Forbiddens joining certainly helped.
But the fact that NPCs could participate was equally significant.
[Title—Who do you think will win this time?]
[Author: PotionHoarder]
『NPCs are participating too?
Then couldn’t there be people stronger than Forbiddens?』
[HealIsMineTake: nah that won’t happen. NPCs are surprisingly weak for their level.]
[LegendarySwordCollector: I saw some users teaming up with NPCs though?]
[ManalessWizard: Are there any guild-wide participants?]
└[TankOnlyNoHeal: Yeah, but not from any major guilds]
└[AreaDealerOP: Major guilds have no reason to show up anyway. Using mana-infused weapons just gives them a bad reputation, and their efficiency compared to same-tier Legendary classes is terrible.]
└[InfiniteBuffAddict: Still, the broadcast is fun, right?]
└[NotNinjaButNinja: lolol agreed.]
└[CriticalStrike: Broadcast just started!]
└[GoldFlies: Heading there now!]
And so the broadcast began with great fanfare.
5.
The master of Cerul Spire—the true owner of Septem Arcana.
The Cerul Tower Master gazed down upon Septem Arcana from atop the Spire.
His pale blue eyes took in the entire city at a glance.
Yet within them, no emotion could be found.
He merely sensed something within that indifference, his brow furrowing slightly.
Soon enough, despite the tournament he had opened beginning to commence, he had no intention of leaving the Spire—he simply stood there, observing the city.
Behind him, a translucent form wreathed in grayish-blue energy materialized and spoke to him.
-Master, the banquet is about to begin.
The specter-like entity of grayish-blue energy reproached him for remaining here.
The Cerul Tower Master replied to it with apparent indifference.
“…I will not go.”
-Under normal circumstances, I would accept this and withdraw, but surely this time is different.
“….”
At those words, the Cerul Tower Master turned his head with visible irritation to regard the specter.
A phantom wreathed in grayish-blue energy.
Despite appearances, it was an exceptionally diligent entity that handled various matters for the Cerul Tower Master.
Yet even so, the Cerul Tower Master spoke with annoyance.
“You are remarkably blunt.”
-If another Lord has arrived, is it not your duty to observe and guard, Master?
“…Hmm.”
Another Lord.
The implications of those words were substantial.
In other words, the Cerul Tower Master himself was also a Lord—one of the sovereigns.
I had known from the beginning.
From the moment another Lord set foot in this city.
Yet the Cerul Tower Master scratched his head with apparent difficulty.
“It feels like a familiar presence….”
-How long did you think you could remain hidden?
“I concealed myself as dead, but I cannot reveal myself now. This banquet is not the end of things.”
At those words, the phantom shook its head helplessly.
In its honest heart, it wished to persuade further.
But the phantom was not ignorant of how stubborn its master could be.
It acknowledged the words and withdrew.
Left alone with the phantom I had barely managed to dismiss.
The Tower Master gazed down once more at those gathered before the Spire and pondered.
‘A familiar presence.’
Yet it was also a presence I had never felt before.
Could it be someone I knew?
Or perhaps the successor of someone I once knew?
Now that I think about it.
‘So those fanatics finally found their master?’
Those who call themselves the Royal Palace.
The Serul Tower Master smiled with amusement at the thought of Overpalace.
I wondered how they would appear at my banquet.
They had created a magical screen that even citizens could view.
The Serul Tower Master decided to keep the screen connected and watch how everything would unfold.
As the screen opened.
I could see the participants entering the space I had created.
‘Let’s see what kind of Overload this generation produces.’
6.
A tournament where magical bows were at stake, with enchanted arrows as the prize.
Despite the knowledge that Forbiddens would participate, the number of competitors was still enormous.
Each participant formed teams of four, and more than a hundred such teams had entered.
The numbers easily exceeded a hundred and fifty teams.
The bustling noise was incredibly loud.
But most of them were small fry.
And some skilled ones recognized him and glanced around cautiously.
‘Damn, Forbiddens are over there.’
‘No matter how many times I see them, they look vicious.’
‘Let’s avoid those guys.’
The most striking among them were the quiet ones.
Zaya, the leader with eyes closed and arms crossed, and Keron, holding a black magical spear with a sneering expression. Beside them stood Beltain, gripping a black staff, and finally the youngest member Ired, who had yet to obtain a weapon imbued with magical power.
Each of them radiated an extraordinary aura.
Everyone felt it, and they gradually distanced themselves from Forbiddens.
Besides them, there was another quite notable team.
“Look over there, there are knights among the NPC teams.”
“Huh, do knights participate too?”
“Even though NPCs fall behind at the same level, knights are a different story….”
“Phew, there are a lot of skilled ones.”
Looking at where people were chattering.
I could indeed see four knights gathered together, bearing the feather emblem.
Each of them seemed to radiate a sharp, piercing presence, and other users could sense that they were no ordinary fighters.
They were knights far superior to other NPCs.
Particularly, the emblem on the knights was a familiar one.
None other than the Featherwing Knight Order.
One of the quite renowned knight orders in the Riescan Kingdom.
So it was natural that users would be cautious.
Besides that.
“Look over there, those seem to be disciples of the Serul Tower.”
“Insane, the Serul Spire Tower mages have shown up too?”
Mages clad in grayish-blue robes bearing the emblem of a grayish-blue spire.
After the Knights Order, now the Magic Tower.
While the users tensed as if finding the situation rather awkward.
Someone spoke up after noticing yet another team.
“That team wearing black robes over there… what should we call them…”
“…They’re ominous.”
“I’m honestly afraid to approach them?”
“…Exactly.”
There was indeed a team whose atmosphere seemed eerie.
Though their faces were obscured by the deep hoods of their black robes and they did nothing to draw attention.
The aura they emanated seemed far from ordinary.
They appeared to be concealing something as much as possible.
As the saying goes, a knife in a bag will eventually show its point.
The users, sensing their extraordinary presence, swallowed nervously one after another.
In other words, they speculated these might be masters capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Forbiddens, Featherwing Knight Order, and Serul Spire Tower.
In any case, everyone here was a competitor.
Since they had decided to participate in the tournament, aiming for victory was only natural.
Everyone steeled their resolve even as tension gripped them.
In that moment.
An NPC resembling a Spirit Announcer floated into the air.
Gripping a microphone, it cried out.
[Is everyone ready!!!]
A resounding voice as if belonging to some sort of broadcaster.
Yet no one was startled by that voice.
To the users, it was a Spirit Announcer created by the Eternal World to broadcast the event, and to the NPCs, it was a spirit invited by Serul Spire Tower.
Since everyone knew this creature had come to broadcast the tournament, no one was particularly surprised.
They simply recognized the imminent start and began their preparations.
However, unlike most of the users who were preparing.
The four teams the users had been watching intently remained still as if it were routine.
The Forbiddens.
The Featherwing Knight Order.
The disciples of Serul Spire Tower.
And finally, the team shrouded in black robes.
They simply waited quietly.
In that instant, a rippling space engulfed all roughly 150 teams present here along with the Spirit Announcer.
Had the space been warped to transport such a massive number of people?
I found myself anew appreciating just how formidable the Tower Master truly was.
As the countless teams that had surrounded us vanished and the lone user team remaining regained consciousness.
We realized we had entered a dense jungle.
“A survival round?”
“Looks like it, doesn’t it?”
“Tch, they’re trying to filter out the survival teams.”
“When the numbers are this high, nothing works better than this.”
While the user team chattered among themselves.
The Spirit Announcer’s voice echoed from the sky once more.
[Now! Round 1 is a survival match! The survival round will continue until only 32 teams remain! Survive in this brutal Jungle!]
With those words from the Spirit Announcer.
A number materialized in the sky above the Jungle, visible from anywhere within it.
[157]
It seemed to indicate the current number of existing teams.
Should they start moving themselves then?
The user team that had been thinking just that suddenly looked at the number with confusion.
[154]
“Huh? Wasn’t it 157?”
“What? That’s strange?”
“What’s going on? A glitch?”
“Did we misread it?”
The moment they were discussing such things.
A scornful laugh echoed from the Jungle right before them.
“Khehe, you misread it? How pathetic.”
The instant they heard that voice, they all raised their weapons.
They reacted swiftly, as if to prove they hadn’t joined without skill.
Unfortunately.
Shhhhwack!
“Ugh.”
“Kugh!”
“Kraaaaah!!”
The one who had laughed scornfully had already passed through them.
Three of them had fallen without even managing a proper response, and the last remaining member stared at the opponent with trembling eyes.
A man wielding a black spear.
It was Keron, who held the position of second-in-command of the Forbiddens.
Seeing this, the last survivor tried to raise his weapon again with shaking hands.
But Keron sneered at him and spoke.
“Did I miss you?”
With those words, the man who had raised his weapon felt his vision split in half and muttered.
“Damn….”
The user collapsed before finishing his curse.
Keron looked at the fallen user and chuckled softly to himself.
“The leader’s judgment was right. Tearing them apart and capturing them was the right call.”
A sharp smile played across his lips as he slung the spear over his shoulder and resumed his stride.
His footsteps were light, as though the hunt itself was an eternal source of joy.

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