The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 271

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Episode 271
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Had Yoo Sung-hyun’s words become the catalyst?
Those who had been hiding their identities and lurking in the shadows began to move.
It was a Survival Field mission, after all.
I hadn’t wanted to stand out.
But now things were different.
My cover had been blown anyway.
There was no point in staying still.
[Team 133! Unlike before, they’re making their move in earnest now!!! After taking down Keron from Team 72, it seems they’re ready to truly enter the fray!!!]
The viewers couldn’t help but anticipate what came next, hearing the Spirit Announcer’s words.
The dark horse that had maintained a lukewarm stance until now was finally moving.
It was only natural to expect something exciting.
-Wow, they’re making their move right away.
-Forbiddens just pulled the whiskers off a sleeping tiger.
-LOL No, I didn’t expect Keron to lose though.
-Right? But even with his magic sealed, he still did that, so if he’d unsealed it, wouldn’t it have been close???
-Wow;;;;
People were anticipating that things would be different once the magic seal was released.
And they were also curious about what would happen when this moving dark horse Team 133 encountered the Featherwing Knight Order and the Cerul Magic Tower Mages.
They were looking forward to seeing that as well.
Naturally, most of those listening to the broadcast—the remaining members of Forbiddens, the Featherwing Knight Order, and the Cerul Magic Tower Mages—reacted with surprise.
They had expected Team 133, the dark horse, to be strong.
But to think they possessed the skill to defeat Keron in a one-on-one match.
“Everyone, don’t engage those guys. Gather as much information as possible.”
Zaya, the leader of Forbiddens, issued the order.
“Stay together and raise your guard to maximum.”
The Featherwing Knight Order was also showing considerable caution.
“An elf swordsman… how troublesome. We’ll need to revise our estimates upward.”
The Cerul Magic Tower Mages also scratched their heads in distress.
All three teams seemed startled by Silvanor’s strength, which exceeded their expectations, and adjusted their approach accordingly.
The Spirit Announcer also made quite a fuss about it.
[Ah, all three teams are raising their guard to the maximum!!! Just how will this Survival Field event unfold? This is the part we’re all looking forward to!!!]
With the Spirit Announcer’s words, things were finally becoming more thrilling.
The viewers too entered a state of intense excitement.
-Wow, so one of the four teams is getting eliminated in the Survival Field?
-Well, the Survival Field map is pretty wide, but it’s possible?
-Wow but Zaya from Forbiddens can one-shot bosses too;;;;
-Gamus from the Featherwing Knight Order does that too…
-The Cerul mages don’t fall behind in firepower either;;;;
Each of them was far too powerful.
The Survival Field progressed rapidly, with viewers unable to predict who would emerge victorious.
Only 42 teams remained.
Before the next match, only 10 teams would be left standing.
9.
A sharply pointed Blue-Grey Tower piercing the sky.
A man stood within, gazing intently at the magical projection conjured there.
His expression grew peculiar as he observed the unfolding situation.
Team 133, cloaked in black robes, had remained docile until now.
But as they began to move, the tide of battle shifted.
[Team 133 is finally making their move! There are no monsters capable of stopping them!!! Ah! Yet they aren’t targeting the other teams first!?]
Now roughly forty teams remained.
If just eight more teams fell, the first round would conclude.
After that came the tournament bracket.
But why?
The master of the Blue-Grey Tower swallowed hard, his satisfaction seeming oddly incomplete.
“Hmm.”
As though something left him wanting.
The identity could be inferred, certainly.
But they hadn’t revealed themselves outright, had they?
I wished to see what manner of being ruled Overpalace.
Yet despite their overt activities, they remained stubbornly concealed.
Perhaps because of that?
To overturn such tedium, I resolved to expend a small measure of power.
‘Well, this becomes a gift of sorts. No loss in it.’
Those fanatics who called themselves the Royal Palace would surely rejoice at Overpalace, and simultaneously, I could satisfy my own curiosity.
With a gesture of invitation, I beckoned them forth.
Power flowed from the Blue-Grey Tower into the space I had created.
An event unscheduled.
Thus I wondered how it would unfold.
I murmured to myself with anticipation.
“Go forth and show your mettle.”
-As the Lord commands, so shall it be.
With that cry, power was absorbed and flowed inward—something newly fashioned.
Watching my hastily created subordinate vanish into my domain thus,
The master of the Blue-Grey Tower smiled faintly.
The elf knight was exceptional, but could this creature truly handle her alone?
Or would the master of Overpalace lurking behind finally reveal themselves?
I smiled as I watched cracks form in the Survival Field space, anticipation rising.
I gazed at the projection, hoping my prediction would prove correct.
0.
The space suddenly trembled.
It was no ordinary earthquake.
As the entire space shuddered from the impact, every team froze in place simultaneously.
What in the world was this phenomenon?
Everyone braced themselves against the incomprehensible disturbance.
Even the championship favorites—Forbiddens, Featherwing Knight Order, and Cerul Magic Tower Mages—were no exception.
Not even Yoo Sung-hyun’s team, the dark horse contender.
‘…What is this?’
Among them, only Yoo Sung-hyun.
Or rather, to be precise.
“Hmm? The space’s owner is interfering. This is a lord’s power.”
Only Yoo Sung-hyun and Helena could clearly discern that aura.
A manipulation of power impossible without being a lord.
That’s why Yoo Sung-hyun could sense it immediately.
That something was about to happen.
‘The Tower Master did something.’
If something changed in the Survival Field, it was natural to brace oneself.
Above all, it was the Tower Master’s will.
A will so powerful that even the current me couldn’t refuse it.
So I had no choice but to brace myself as well.
And seeing Helena remain silent, she seemed to have realized something more.
Judging from her expression.
It seemed like something vaguely troubled her.
But then she shook her head.
Thinking she’d tell me if something bothered her, I ignored it.
Soon the trembling of space intensified.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The moment the trembling reached its peak!
Crack——!!!
The space warped, the surrounding landscape shattered into fragments, and a darkness as black as pitch rose up.
Simultaneously, from that abyss emerged the grasp of a bleached skeletal hand.
It happened directly below where the remaining team count was recorded.
In other words, every team member in this jungle was witnessing it.
As the skeletal hand stepped forth into the space.
An ominous blue-grey aura spread throughout the surroundings.
The dark blue aura that rippled across the entire jungle with mere appearance struck the alarm bells of all those possessing vigilance skills.
That entity was dangerous.
And then, a message familiar to all users appeared.
[A Hidden Raid Boss (Unique), ‘Rayak, the Dark Phantom Knight,’ has appeared in the Survival Field.]
[An overwhelmingly powerful Hidden Raid Boss (Unique), the Dark Phantom Knight, Rayak.]
[Hidden Raid Boss (Unique), the Dark Phantom Knight, Rayak—survive and evade.]
The announcement struck like a near-panic shock.
A Hidden Raid Boss alone would have been devastating enough.
But the rank was Unique—no less.
Most players would have fled in blind terror at such a designation, and the NPCs were no exception.
It was an overwhelmingly formidable enemy that transcended mere alarm bells and inspired the very terror of death itself, so the majority of surviving teams deemed it too dangerous.
Of course, exceptions existed.
The Forbiddens were one of them.
“A boss? Should we unseal it?”
“We could probably handle it if we did, Leader. But without Keron, it’s a bit of a concern.”
The Forbiddens were far too aggressive by nature.
They immediately sought the opinion of their leader, Zaya.
Zaya hesitated for a moment.
We could certainly defeat it.
But even if we took it down now, there would be no gain beyond the raid rewards.
However, if we unsealed Magi’s seal, we’d maintain our Karma status, and if we were backstabbed, the losses would be catastrophic.
“…We wait.”
Perhaps because Keron’s absence left them slightly undermanned.
I commanded a retreat.
The other two smacked their lips in disappointment.
“Tsk, why did Keron have to fall behind?”
“Well, he couldn’t unseal Magi. Can’t be helped.”
Though disappointed, Zaya’s command was absolute.
They didn’t even consider defying it.
And the Featherwing Knight Order, reaching the same conclusion as the Forbiddens.
Gamus quickly calculated.
Originally, there was no reason whatsoever to fight this creature.
However.
“We move to intercept any dark horses or Magic Tower members—even the Forbiddens—who might appear nearby.”
After the Survival Field, the tournament would commence.
But before then, eliminating dark horses, the Magic Tower, or even the Forbiddens would bring them closer to their objective.
Thus, the Featherwing Knight Order moved, intent on striking from behind.
‘Everything is for the Riescan Kingdom.’
With resolute determination, the Featherwing Knight Order advanced.
Similarly, the Cerul Magic Tower Mages hesitated briefly.
They knew this space was created by their Tower Master, and they also knew the undead was created by him—hence their hesitation.
If they defeated it, they could likely defeat him as well.
However.
“Is it really necessary? Should we even go?”
The mages who prioritized efficiency felt no particular merit in those undead.
They seemed nothing more than mere extras.
So they decided to simply ignore them.
Finally, Team 133, the championship favorites led by Yoo Sung-hyun, also hesitated upon seeing those creatures.
There was no compelling reason to hunt them.
The mission wasn’t to eliminate them anyway—it was still just to survive.
There was no need to go after them.
Above all.
‘There would likely be many laying traps.’
If someone tried to hunt those creatures,
there would certainly be more than a few waiting in ambush.
Going after them would be foolish.
There was no significant gain to be had anyway.
Yoo Sung-hyun also intended to ignore them.
From an efficiency standpoint, that was the right call.
But in that moment, I could see something.
A cyan-blue aura blooming behind the Dark Phantom Knight Rayak.
Now that my dominion over the undead had grown, I could perceive it clearly.
If I captured that creature now, I could turn not just its corpse, but the creature itself into a death soldier.
While sensing something peculiar about how it dangled before me like a gift,
I detected something else unusual.
None other than—
-I shall steal all life.
The Dark Phantom Knight Rayak, ranting in the empty air.
Though his appearance seemed quite menacing,
something visible only to me appeared behind Rayak.
A semi-transparent entity with a cyan-blue glow.
And as our eyes met, it murmured.
-Oh! Another Lord, I see. This friend was sent by the Necromancer Lord. Well, precisely speaking, since I’m a ghost, only you of noble status can see me.
At those words, I muttered in some confusion.
‘The Necromancer Lord is the Tower Master?’

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