The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 273

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Episode 273
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2.
Rayak, newly transformed into a death soldier.
Naturally, he had been a hidden raid boss, and a Unique-grade one at that.
He was far stronger than ordinary soldiers.
Of course, he hadn’t yet transcended, so he fell slightly short of the legion commanders and transcended soldiers.
Regardless.
That wasn’t what mattered right now.
Truth be told, I’d found the Tower Master suspicious from the moment he appeared.
So I immediately absorbed the memories of Ghost, who had come with him.
[An ‘unknown power’ displayed abilities beyond current stats.]
[Wisdom +8, Intelligence +8 permanently increased.]
It was lower than Basilae’s.
But as a confidant of the Necromancer Lord, I was able to obtain high stat gains.
And the memories I obtained were.
‘Hmm.’
The stark fact that the Tower Master was the Necromancer Lord, and.
Beyond that, I could tell the current Necromancer Lord was shrouded in far more mystery than expected.
There was a certain disconnect between Ghost’s past memories and the current Necromancer Lord’s appearance.
Something felt off.
I looked at Rayak to double-check.
-The Necromancer Lord and Serul Tower Master said he’d appreciate it if you could visit before tomorrow’s match. Ah, he also added that it’s not mandatory.
Not mandatory, he says.
That may be the Necromancer Lord’s intention.
‘But now that a Quest has appeared, I have to go.’
I never imagined I’d obtain a hidden Legendary Quest this way.
Honestly, I had thought there might be traces here.
But I never expected him to actually be here.
It was quite a surprise.
I had judged him to be dead.
‘Then why did he abandon the breastplate?’
Even by my assessment, it was quite a fine breastplate.
Could there be a reason he abandoned it?
Thinking back to what Nyao said.
She mentioned items that happened to accumulate in the Labyrinth.
If he wasn’t dead, then he deliberately left it behind.
This was something I’d probably need to ask the Necromancer Lord about.
Just as I reached that conclusion.
Helena, who had been gazing at Rayak, tilted her head in confusion.
“Hmm.”
“What’s wrong?”
I had let it slide before.
But this time something caught my attention, so Yoo Sung-hyun asked.
Helena spoke as if something was off.
“The aura of the Necromancer Lord is correct, but it feels slightly different from what I remember.”
“Hmm?”
“Well, I’d need to see them directly to be certain, but from what I can tell, it’s not the same person.”
“Not the Necromancer Lord you knew?”
“Right. I suspect they might be a successor, much like you.”
A successor to the Necromancer Lord.
This was certainly intriguing.
I wondered what kind of person they could be.
‘Tomorrow’s the match.’
I had to confirm this before then.
As I made that resolve, I surveyed my surroundings.
Having stirred up quite a commotion this time.
I had likely become a target.
Especially the Forbiddens and the Featherwing Knight Order seemed suspicious.
The Forbiddens in particular, being an armed group wielding weapons imbued with magical essence, seemed quite troublesome.
There were assessments that their performance was inferior compared to equivalents.
But I didn’t think so.
Hadn’t I already experienced it through the Demon Sword Nemesis?
Weapons imbued with magical essence possessed special effects.
The Demon Sword Nemesis had a special effect of severance that isolated its surroundings, making it extremely incompatible with me.
‘The Forbiddens must have similar effects, right?’
In the survival match, I had sealed their magical essence.
They had already experienced it from me.
Whether they would seal it again even after learning I was a Demon King remained uncertain.
‘Would they seek revenge?’
Since they had experienced it from me.
If they deployed their magical essence at full power.
I couldn’t predict what would happen.
Especially since there were three of them.
Even if they isolated the surroundings like Nemesis, I could simply summon my minions beforehand.
I could prepare, but with such unpredictable effects, I couldn’t be sure.
I found myself genuinely curious about how it would unfold.
‘But the Knight Order…’
As I considered the Featherwing Knight Order manageable, I shook my head.
One could never be too careful.
‘They’re from the Riescan Kingdom Knights Order.’
Things could be different.
Haven’t those from the Riescan Kingdom always been the ones causing trouble?
So there’s a possibility it could happen again this time.
Overpellis warned us to be cautious of the Riescan Kingdom anyway.
There’s no harm in being careful.
Well, whatever the case may be.
‘I’m looking forward to tomorrow.’
I’ll get to meet the Tower Master before the match too.
I’m also curious to see how the Forbiddens and Featherwing Knight Order will perform tomorrow.
3.
Should I say it went as expected?
After the survival round ended, Keron, who had been eliminated from the survival round, gathered with the rest of them.
The Forbiddens quickly left their seats.
They gathered at the Forest Hunting Ground outside the city, their expressions grave.
They had participated to obtain the Magical Bow—a bow imbued with magical energy perfectly suited to Ired’s weapon, their youngest member.
But they never expected that famous Demon King to appear.
So the Forbiddens, who were always so confident, remained silent.
Waiting for their leader Zaya to speak.
After a long stretch of time passed.
Finally, Zaya broke the silence and opened his mouth.
“Using magical energy is a foregone conclusion.”
The moment we use magical energy, we become Karma Users again.
It means we could be hunted by NPCs or other users.
So after using magical energy, we might have to escape as quickly as possible.
But perhaps since magical weapons are on the line as the championship prize.
There was a possibility that using magical energy could be somewhat tolerated.
We have no choice but to trust that and face the Demon King.
There simply aren’t any other options.
However, there was one problem if we did that.
“…Can we actually win if we do that?”
“…Hmm.”
“Ugh.”
“….”
At Ired’s question, they all swallowed their silence.
Zaya didn’t even speak.
A level of power that would be difficult to overcome even at full strength.
Especially.
“That elf swordsman is seriously strong. I think he’s probably a minion, but if a minion is at that level, the other minions must be just as skilled.”
“From what we saw in the footage, it’s definitely possible.”
“…Even if I summon my Minions, that much is beyond my reach. We’d be outmatched in sheer numbers.”
Each of them analyzed their respective strengths as they spoke.
However, there was something they had overlooked, and as Zaya looked at his comrades, he pointed out that very fact.
“The Demon King also possesses a Demon Blade. In other words.”
“…If we lose, we might have our Demon Blades taken from us.”
“…Damn it.”
“…Then… what do we do?”
They had to assess their chances of victory.
It was practically a gamble.
If they utilized their demonic power against the Demon King, it might just be possible somehow.
The power of demonic weapons was that broken, after all.
The reason weapons imbued with demonic power hadn’t been widely known until now was partly because they had kept them well hidden.
But those who faced them simply didn’t know.
The problem was that the Demon King also possessed a Demon Blade.
However, they had never seen him use it in actual combat.
Whether he didn’t use demonic power or even if he knew its capabilities, there might be no way to counter it.
After much deliberation, Zaya finally reached a conclusion.
“We fight.”
“Heh, that’s our leader for you.”
“Yeah, even if we can’t win, we go down swinging.”
“The boss is right! Let’s go!!!”
The special power of demonic weapons.
They would place their faith in that.
The Forbiddens regrouped and steeled their resolve with grim determination in their eyes.
Something no one had ever achieved before.
They would take the Demon King’s head.
If they managed to do so, their evaluation would change dramatically.
With that belief, they emanated an ominous aura.
‘Tomorrow, I kill the Demon King.’
4.
After the survival tournament ended, numerous NPCs and players flooded into the city, filling the restaurants and inns with bustling crowds.
This always happened whenever such an event was held.
Everyone at the inn was caught up in a festival-like atmosphere.
Yet within that merriment, the expressions of four knights gathered in an Inn Room were grave.
Unlike the Forbiddens, the Featherwing Knight Order had gathered in a single inn building.
They carefully opened their mouths with serious expressions.
“…Senior Knight Gamus, do you think we can manage this ourselves?”
At the shield knight’s trembling words of anxiety, Gamus shook his head.
The gap in strength was far too great to even describe.
The Riescan Kingdom was already gathering as much information as possible about the current Overload.
They understood it all too keenly.
They were insufficient.
Beyond insufficient—they were undoubtedly insignificant.
There was no way to contend with one who had already obtained a lord’s power.
And so.
Gamus spoke to those knights.
“…I shall report this to 『that person』.”
“…Yes, understood.”
“…But… ultimately.”
“…Please, stay safe.”
The junior knights gazed at Gamus with such pitiful eyes.
Gamus gestured as if to say it was decided.
The junior knights left the room at his gesture to hurry out.
Yet that pitiful look never left their eyes until the very end.
After sending out all the junior knights like that.
Gamus’s hands trembled with tension.
Those hands, quivering like aspen leaves, grasped the orb as though seizing the doorknob to death itself.
And from that orb, someone’s voice flowed out.
-I ordered this communication channel not to ring for matters below the eighth tier. What is this about.
An irritable voice.
I had heard something had occurred recently.
But at a tone far more vicious than usual, Gamus’s body shrank back.
The voice of one called a hero carried such power within it.
It was only natural.
Yet there was something that had to be said.
Gamus continued speaking.
“Th… the plan has encountered a complication, so I contacted you.”
-Is this a matter of the eighth tier or above.
Still speaking as though that were what mattered—a dry yet vicious voice.
Gamus quickly continued his report.
“The Overload has entered the tournament. It appears difficult to recover the weapon imbued with magical power.”
-….
At that report, first came a grinding sound.
Then a small murmur followed.
-Tch, this one and that one, and Am-sung was like that too, but again? The Overload again?
At those words muttered in exasperation, Gamus received a shock as though his very soul had been shaken.
It was merely a voice expressing irritation.
Yet as Gamus trembled in terror.
The man connected through the communication channel clicked his tongue in annoyance.
-Tsk.
He clearly understood that if the Overload was involved, there was nothing to be done about it.
That’s why the fierce energy that had been roiling through the communication channel subsided.
The moment Gamus felt relief seeing that.
A peculiar voice emanated from the communication channel.
-It seems I must intervene personally.
A hero stepping in directly?
At that very thought, Gamus began to tremble violently.
-You must help me. I trust no one anymore.
Along with those words, the fierce energy erupted through the communication channel.
Soon, the energy transformed into sharp spines in the empty air, piercing through every inch of Gamus’s body.
Thwack, thwack, thwack——!!!
“——!!!”
Gamus couldn’t even open his mouth properly, his eyes widening as his jaw fell slack.
And from the communication channel came a small voice.
-It’s utterly unpleasant, but I must gather as much magical energy as possible. There’s no helping it.
With those words, the energy surging from the communication channel flowed into Gamus’s gaping mouth.
As that energy—a mixture of viscous and dark forces—poured into his mouth.
The connection to the communication channel severed, and Gamus’s eyes changed.
The energy that had pierced his body was entirely absorbed into him.
Gamus looked over his body from side to side, then furrowed his brow sharply and muttered.
“What a pathetic vessel.”
But.
“Still, this should be enough to kill that mere whelp now. I’ll extract the Lord’s essence from him as well.”
The sinister smile on Gamus’s face was utterly different from the Gamus of before.
As if someone else entirely had taken residence within his body.

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