The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 272

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Episode 272
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Hidden raid bosses—particularly those of Unique grade—were more than rare; they were entities one could scarcely encounter throughout an entire gaming lifetime.
Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight, was no exception.
He was undoubtedly a formidable boss, one that most teams wouldn’t even dare attempt.
Yet even teams lacking such prowess were now converging toward Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight.
To throw away their lives?
Hardly.
‘Surely one of the Big Four will attempt to defeat him.’
‘We’ll strike from behind.’
‘We have a legitimate chance.’
At this rate, one of those four would steal the championship regardless.
No one harbored confidence they could surpass all four and claim victory.
Yet there were second and third-place rewards as well.
If they could eliminate at least one team from this survival phase.
Then, with the Big Four eliminating one another in the tournament, couldn’t they secure third place by default?
Such absurd calculations occupied their minds.
Of course, skilled teams might harbor similar thoughts.
Still, attempting was hardly a waste of effort.
The Forbiddens, the Featherwing Knight Order, the Cerul Magic Tower Mages.
Excluding Team 133, the dark horse, those three had surely faced Unique-grade hidden raid bosses before.
It was worth the attempt.
[Aaah!!! Multiple teams are converging on Rayak!!! It certainly looks like they’re banking on a fisherman’s profit strategy!? Could such a gambit actually work!?]
The Spirit Announcer perceived this and broadcast accordingly.
Viewers watching them ridiculed their efforts through chat.
-Are they seriously that stupid?
-Why don’t they realize the Big Four would think the same way they do?
-Idiots;;; absolute idiots.
Haha, it’s just because of greed right in front of their eyes, what else?
-Ah, dig a little deeper and there’s diamonds~
Such were the comments flooding the chat.
Yet it wasn’t actually a terrible strategy.
Accounting for this, a team might still defeat Rayak.
Should they make even a small mistake in the process?
They’d be devoured instantly.
Curious which would fall prey, I lingered in the vicinity for a time.
Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight, had torn through space and materialized here, standing motionless at the jungle’s heart.
At a considerable distance from Rayak’s position, multiple teams observed him intently.
‘The moment he shows the slightest opening, we strike.’
‘One of the Big Four must be eliminated no matter what.’
‘Please come. Please.’
Of course, among those gathered here, members of the Featherwing Knight Order were also mixed in without anyone noticing.
Their purpose was naturally identical to everyone else who had assembled here.
And Zaya, who had issued the order to wait, was also circling the area and observing the surroundings.
At the same time.
“How many have you captured?”
Two responded to Zaya’s question simultaneously.
[Ired—I’ve got two.]
[Beltain—I’m holding two as well.]
It meant they were holding other teams captive, ready to kill them immediately if the situation unfolded in any unexpected way and end the survival.
The remaining number was merely four.
It was a perfect count.
Zaya nodded and surveyed the surroundings.
Preparing to execute immediately if anything unfolded strangely.
‘I can capture it alone.’
A Unique-grade hidden raid boss?
Even without Keron, if I released my demonic power, I could capture it alone.
Of course, the demonic power would attempt to slaughter the surroundings.
But I’ve even taken out insurance for that.
However.
‘The moment I release the demonic power, they might rush in like a pack of dogs.’
That’s why I didn’t move recklessly.
Others might attempt it first.
A hunter requires patience.
In that regard, Zaya was quite an excellent hunter.
Someone skilled at waiting for the right moment and knowing how to wait for someone to arrive.
As expected.
‘The Knights Order is nearby.’
They weren’t visible in the surroundings.
But it was impossible not to know.
The Spirit Announcer hadn’t mentioned them elsewhere.
It was obvious they were hiding in this vicinity.
At that very moment.
The Spirit Announcer shouted with great excitement.
[Ahhhhh!!! The first team to move has appeared!!! Team 133!!! They’re rushing toward Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight!?? The number of teams has suddenly stopped decreasing, but can they possibly defeat Rayak in the meantime???]
At the Spirit Announcer’s words, both Zaya and Gamus widened their eyes in surprise.
They never expected these people to move first.
Then let’s see what they’re capable of.
With that thought, they decided to simply watch.
Until now, I could only observe the Elf Swordsman’s prowess.
The others moved appropriately after Keron’s death as well.
But since they displayed their abilities only in fragments, I couldn’t discern what their true powers were.
However, it was certain that one of them wielded violet flames.
A flame mage would have favorable matchups against the undead.
So they might finish this without much difficulty.
Still, it would undoubtedly take considerable time.
Watching Team 133 charge forward like that, Gamus and Zaya exchanged glances toward Rayak, waiting for their moment.
To devour him the instant an opening appeared.
But at that moment.
[Wha—? What is this? Rayak, step forward! Team 133! Only one person leads!!!]
“Hmm.”
“Clever.”
Zaya and Gamus let out whistles from different locations.
Quite clever indeed.
They intended to face him alone while their other comrades would pin down the surroundings.
But actually, it didn’t matter.
There were far more of us here.
No matter how strong the team was, three couldn’t possibly stop everyone.
With that assessment, everyone waited.
In the meantime.
Click, click.
The atmosphere shifted instantly at the sound of footsteps ringing out clearly.
Those who looked ready to tear into flesh at any moment.
All of them suddenly held their breath, their eyes fixed upon him.
It was merely the act of walking.
Yet inexplicably, with each step, the air around seemed to grow heavier.
In that oppressive air where even breathing became difficult.
He removed his black robe.
Then a crown gleaming like black crystal and a black mask were revealed.
Simultaneously.
It echoed through the surroundings once more.
Click, click.
And again, his footsteps rang out.
Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight, sensing something was amiss, drew his sword, but.
In that instant, darkness surged forth, staining the ground around him black.
Pitch black?
No—darkness closer to an abyss far deeper than that.
As the entire floor was consumed by darkness, shadowy hands erupted forth, binding the limbs of Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight.
Rayak struggled to break free, but the darkness gradually shed its veil, revealing its true form—the visage of the dead laid bare.
As tens of thousands of corpses and severed hands filled the ground,
Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight, attempted to swing his blade in all directions in an instant.
But he could not.
A pale verdant mist surged forth, and the fleeting light of ignition flickered across the space.
Yet that light could not spread far.
Darkness bloomed as if rising from the ground stained by shadow,
and that ascending darkness enveloped all around Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight.
It consumed tens of thousands of corpses and Rayak alike.
The darkness that surrounded them became like an egg—a pitch-black sphere that severed all connection to this world.
A barrier egg that permitted no intrusion whatsoever.
Even the Spirit Announcer, bound to relay events, could not utter a single word before such a mythical sight.
In that place where even the air fell silent before such overwhelming presence,
an anomaly occurred.
Thump—!
Thump——!
As if quickening, something trembled within the egg,
and a violent vibration resonated outward.
Krrrrrrgh——!!!
The vibration caused the surroundings to tremble faintly,
and then,
Shatter————crack!!!
The egg shattered, and what had been sealed within was revealed to the world.
In that instant, Rayak, who had been radiating a deep blue aura moments before, vanished without a trace, and in his place stood a Dark Knight emanating pure darkness and cyan energy, his aura burning with brilliant blue light.
And that Dark Knight knelt on one knee before the figure wearing the obsidian crown, bowing his head as he intoned,
—I shall serve a new master.
Simultaneously, a system message appeared before all users’ eyes.
[Hidden Raid Boss (Unique), ‘Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight’ has been vanquished.]
[The subjugation contribution for Hidden Raid Boss (Unique), ‘Rayak, Dark Phantom Knight’ belongs solely to one individual.]
[Rewards have been enhanced.]
[All rewards go to user ‘Yoo Sung-hyun’.]
At those system words, everyone present froze in place.
A familiar power.
A familiar ability.
And… a familiar username as well.
All trembled at the sight of him.
Especially Zaya, leader of the Forbiddens, and Gamus of the Featherwing Knight Order—the shock was greatest for them.
‘The Demon King, no less.’
Zaya’s expression crumpled, and he bit his lip, realizing that many plans would need to be revised.
And,
‘The Overload.’
For the same reason, Gamus wore an expression of bewilderment.
Realizing he had overstepped his authority, Gamus quickly contacted someone.
There was nothing he could do with his own power.
Neither the Forbiddens nor the Featherwing Knight Order would give up.
This had become truly troublesome.
Zaya quickly relayed his command to his comrades.
“Kill him.”
[Ired—Understood.]
[Beltain—This has gotten complicated.]
With Zaya’s command issued, the situation unfolded.
The Spirit Announcer and viewers alike were engulfed in shock.
[Ahhhhh!!! Absolutely incredible!!! The insane sight of making Rayak his own subordinate!!! Ah, is there anyone in this world who could possibly stand against him!?? Ah! As I speak!!! The number of teams drops to 32!!! The first match concludes here. We shall return at the same time tomorrow!!! Thank you!!!]
The match ended and everyone returned to the original world.
Yet nowhere could Yoo Sung-hyun and his companions be seen.
Keron, who had been dead, was waiting outside. The moment the match ended, the Forbiddens regrouped.
The Featherwing Knight Order also departed with grave expressions toward somewhere.
Meanwhile, even after the broadcast ended, remaining viewers were chatting among themselves.
-The Demon King…???
-???Already the Seventh City???
-There’s been no news since Apophis, but to appear like this…?
-Crazy;;;;
-The Forbiddens are in trouble;;;;
I’m curious to see how this is going to play out lol
Hahahaha, the Demon King wins everything, haha.
-Still, I’m curious.
-How will the Forbiddens respond??
-The Featherwing Knight Order looked grim too?
Even the demon mages are the same.
Looks like you’re famous even among NPCs lol.
As such conversations continued.
Yoo Sung-hyun stood alone, looking troubled as he gazed at Rayak, whom he had just made his soldier.
-The Necromancer Lord sent a message through me. “He wishes you to visit the Tower once, Overload.” That is the message I was entrusted with.
At those loyal words, Yoo Sung-hyun scratched his head, looking perplexed.
It seemed likely to be a trap, and he didn’t want to go.
[Hidden Legendary Quest, 『The Necromancer Lord’s Traces』—the clue has been completed.]
[Hidden Legendary Quest, 『The Necromancer Lord’s Traces』 is generated.]
A Quest appeared at this exact moment.
Then I have no choice.
‘I have to go, don’t I?’

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