The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 269

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Episode 269
269
7.
A team that splinters the moment the Survival Field opens.
The Forbiddens scattered in different directions and began searching the area.
Naturally, any other parties they encountered were annihilated.
In team-based survival like this, staying together was obviously more advantageous than splitting up.
Even a monkey would understand that.
However, there was a reason the Forbiddens had split up this way.
It was to identify users carrying weapons imbued with demonic power.
They suspected it was a demonic blade.
Only Zaya could supposedly detect it.
But the consensus was that they’d figure it out once combat began, which is why they split up.
Of course, such a tactic was only possible because each member had confidence in their own abilities.
Thus, following Zaya’s command, they dispersed and moved independently.
And the broadcast Spirit Announcer witnessing this shouted loudly.
[Aaah!!! Look at this!!! Team 72’s Keron with his dazzling spearmanship!!! Completely annihilating an entire party!!!]
[Ah! Team 72! All split up, each one wiping out parties on their own!!!!]
[Team 72!!! Each member is practically a calamity! Especially leader Zaya—he’s already annihilated two teams!!!]
The divided Spirit Announcers broadcast while watching different teams, each covering their own section.
On the MyTube platform where users were watching, the screen shifted back and forth to show the most entertaining angles.
Naturally, the footage featuring the Forbiddens dominated the broadcast.
After all, the visual composition of a single person annihilating an entire team was quite spectacular.
But what shocked the viewers wasn’t that.
-What??? They’re fighting with their weapons sealed???
-For real;;;;;
-Wait what????
-So they’re this strong even with their weapons sealed?
-Weren’t they supposed to perform one tier below their usual level with sealed weapons? But even with that handicap, they’re this strong… Isn’t the Forbiddens just genuinely powerful?
-Yeah;;;;;
No matter how much they were treated as villains—a karma user party with a terrible reputation.
The performance and skill they displayed were undeniably real.
Of course, everyone knew their personalities were rotten.
But humans instinctively revere the strong, and that was an undeniable truth.
Most viewers couldn’t help but be impressed by their display.
They really were strong, after all.
However.
I wish I were dead.
-Seriously;;; What about those knights? Haven’t they run into them?
-Right, the knights haven’t appeared in the broadcast yet.
-What about the mage? If the mage team shows up, it’ll be chaos.
-Exactly.
There weren’t many who were particularly rooting for the Forbiddens.
The concept of karma wasn’t just some empty phrase—everyone was hoping the Forbiddens would be eliminated.
Their leader Zaya, wielding a greatsword with overwhelming weight and destructive force, cleaving through other team members.
Keron, the Forbiddens’ second member, dominating another party with his dazzling spearmanship.
Beltain, the third member, methodically strangling opponents by casting magic at precisely different timings.
And finally, Ired, the youngest, sniping from a distance and methodically cutting off each opponent’s lifeline with pinpoint accuracy.
Each and every one of them possessed extraordinary skill.
Then.
[Ah! The moment we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived! Team 72’s Ired!!! He’s spotted the Featherwing Knight Order from Team 1 in the distance!!!]
At the Spirit Announcer’s cry, all the users stared at the screen with anticipation.
The match everyone had been waiting for.
Watching it unfold, I felt like this was finally happening.
-Surely they won’t just run away alone like cowards?
-Those karma bastards are so predictable. They’ll definitely flee;;>
-100% they will;;; Especially that Ired guy—he’s not sealed, he has no real weakness. He’ll just bail.
Even the Forbiddens can’t beat a knight, lol~
Mocking messages poured in like that.
But why?
Ired grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he gripped his bow tightly, nocked an arrow, and drew it back swiftly.
The viewers were startled by his actions.
He was charging at them when there were four knights over there?
The characteristic cowardice of karma users seemed to vanish.
Regardless of what the viewers said, Ired twisted the taut bowstring slightly as if pinching it, then released.
Whoooooosh———!!!
An arrow tore through the air with a violent spin.
Despite the considerable distance, the arrow’s power seemed far from ordinary as it flew forward with that sound.
The moment the sound of the arrow tearing through the air rang out, the Featherwing knights immediately reacted—one holding a shield thrust it forward toward the arrow and advanced.
But then.
One of the knights sensed something and belatedly drew out another small shield, positioning himself beside the knight who was thrusting forward his shield.
Crash———!!!
Thud!
The arrow that tore through the air delivered a powerful impact to the shield, and another arrow curved from the side, flying toward the shield-bearing knight’s flank.
If that other knight hadn’t drawn his small shield, the arrow would have embedded itself in his head instantly.
After witnessing that, the knights’ eyes changed.
Especially their leader, who had just blocked that arrow with his small shield, narrowed his eyes and gazed toward where Ired was.
“Hm, so that’s how it is.”
He had thought the arrows fired covertly while tearing through the air with that ominous presence would surely hit their mark.
But now he understood—knights truly were different.
-????????
-Wow;;; I didn’t even notice watching the video.
-When did he fire it?!
[Team 72’s Ired!!! The moment he pinched and released his first arrow, he swiftly fired another arrow with the recoil!]
[Meanwhile, Team 1’s Featherwing Knight Order’s Gamus!!! He noticed it extremely quickly and protects his teammate Jatai!!!]
[A superb combination!!! Oh! The instant I’m speaking! Team 72’s Ired swiftly escapes from his position!!!]
The knights tried to pursue Ired’s retreating form.
But their leader knight, Gamus, stopped them.
In such a dense jungle, an archer might appear at a disadvantage.
However, that’s only true for mediocre archers.
Considering the skill Ired just displayed.
“Pursuing an archer of that caliber would be our loss.”
“…Understood.”
A master archer capable of leveraging swift mobility within the dense jungle while discreetly unleashing arrows.
They would likely lose at least a couple of soldiers before even catching him.
Of course, this was the Phantom Battlefield.
Though they as NPCs wouldn’t die, their objective was something else entirely, wasn’t it?
“Do not forget our mission.”
“”Yes.””
At Gamus’s words, everyone nodded as if committing it to memory.
Meanwhile, Ired, who had withdrawn from the position, clicked his tongue with regret.
Had they pursued, he could have reduced their numbers by at least one.
Fast judgment.
‘Too bad.’
Well, at least I’ve learned the enemy’s capabilities.
That was enough.
‘That knight Gamus is at least boss-level in strength.’
With that assessment, Ired withdrew from the area.
The viewers watching it couldn’t help but gasp.
-Wow, it’s amazing that such an exchange happened in that moment… Can they really read each other like that?
-Their skill is really something.
-The other teams don’t even show anything like that lol.
-lol The other teams should show something too.
Everyone knows the Forbiddens are good.
But since it’s so skewed toward them, there’s a somewhat loose feeling to it.
Some viewers said so.
It would be nice to have more variety to watch.
But they didn’t want to watch incompetent footage either.
The viewers watching the video were experiencing this conflicted feeling.
Then, at that moment.
-What??? Who is this team???
-The Robed Team?
-Ah, they did look somewhat impressive earlier.
-What is that?
The screen suddenly shifted, revealing four figures clad in black robes moving together.
The viewers, recalling the impression these figures had made when they first appeared, watched with a degree of anticipation.
However, what materialized before those black-robed figures was not another team, but rather—
“GRAAAAAHHH!!!”
A medium-sized boss monster bearing a troll-like appearance.
So this was what they meant by survival.
-Boss monsters appear too??
Haha, yeah, that’s what survival is supposed to be like.
So it wasn’t about users killing each other, huh? lol
-Right? But it looks pretty strong. Can they even take it down?
The viewers expressed considerable concern with their comments.
And for good reason.
[Ah… the unfortunate Team 133 encounters one of the Survival Field’s bosses. Their luck is extraordinarily poor! Normally, this boss requires the combined strength of three or more teams to defeat.]
Upon hearing the Spirit Announcer’s explanation,
it became clear how difficult this would be.
Everyone could only type sympathetic comments into the chat.
Though watching what happens to them could be quite entertaining.
Some were even excited about it.
Your luck is seriously terrible lol.
Of all people, why’d the boss have to catch me? lol
Think you’re unlucky lol.
Why, I could wake up too haha.
As the conversation became a source of mockery,
one of the black-robed figures stepped forward.
Still shrouded in the robe,
their appearance remained obscured.
However, judging by the sword hanging at their waist, they appeared to be a Swordsman.
The Spirit Announcer, witnessing this, cried out.
[Ah, that boss is a superior variant of the troll, specialized in regeneration, so it possesses considerable resistance to slashing and cutting attacks!!! Using magic would be the most effective approach, wouldn’t it? But there’s not a single teammate to assist! Team 133, is this teamwork truly adequate?]
The viewers burst into laughter at the Spirit Announcer’s commentary.
-I see you are a victim? lol.
When one gets caught, it’s wise to run away lolol.
Haha, we didn’t even play rock-paper-scissors and you’re asking for too much sacrifice.
As they continued their banter,
the Swordsman who had stepped forward drew their blade from its sheath.
The sword, drawn with meticulous form, was neither flashy nor ornate.
Rather, it was remarkably plain and unadorned.
Yet why was that?
Despite merely drawing the sword, it commanded attention.
Even in its austere simplicity, I found my gaze unable to tear away.
In that moment, even the Spirit Announcer forgot to broadcast, and the viewers’ chat fell silent.
The sword imbued with omen wavered as it moved, and the Swordsman in the Robed Team moved as well.
A swordsman moving with absolute honesty.
And naturally, the boss threw a fist toward such a straightforward swordsman.
The massive fist, easily the size of an adult’s torso, flew swiftly toward the swordsman, appearing to strike the one charging forward so directly.
But in that instant.
The swordsman’s blade blazed with sudden brilliance, drawing a single line that began to expand.
It filled the boss’s body completely—a superior variant of troll.
Whoosh, fwoooosh.
From somewhere came the violent sound of liquid spraying.
The swordsman who had charged forward so directly now stood behind the boss.
Simultaneously.
GAAAHHHHH!!!
The boss’s body burst apart in an instant, utterly mangled.
Followed by the boss’s body torn to shreds.
Only the sound of the swordsman’s blade being sheathed echoed in that place.
Shhhhk.
Click.

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