The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 280

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Episode 280
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3.
After the Broadcast Spirit declared the victor.
As the scene of demonic weapons being confiscated was transmitted.
Naturally, the viewers erupted into chaos.
-Wait, they took the demonic weapons? So what are the Forbiddens now???
-I saw they changed classes to use demonic power, but if the demonic weapons are confiscated, they revert to their previous class???
-The Forbiddens were strong even before, but they’ll definitely be weakened now, right?
-They’ll have to lay low for a while. They have so many enemies lol.
-Serves them right!!!
While there might have been sympathy for the Forbiddens losing their demonic weapons.
As the saying goes, you reap what you sow.
Everyone’s reaction was one of satisfaction.
However, there were quite a few messages tinged with concern.
-But is it really okay for them to keep weapons imbued with demonic power?
-Right? If the Forbiddens use demonic power, wouldn’t they become Karma users too;;;?
-As long as they don’t use it, shouldn’t it be fine??? But I’m still a bit worried.
The concern stemmed from the fact that Yoo Sung-hyun now possessed the demonic weapons.
However, some well-informed players explained it.
-Nope nope nope, those demonic weapons absorb Karma, so you become a Karma user only when using the demonic power. If you don’t commit Karma acts in the first place, it won’t happen.
-Yep yep yep, as long as you don’t build infamy, using demonic weapons is fine. And since they’re not exclusive to a demonic class, the purpose seems to be confiscating them.
-He might have a Quest related to it too.
-Oh, then that’s a relief.
-Ugh, if the Demon King becomes a Karma user, honestly how would anyone handle that;;;?
-For real lol.
-No one could stop him lolololol.
The viewers chattered on about the Forbiddens for quite some time.
And after that.
They began discussing the next match.
The talk of the two who would now definitely meet in the finals.
It was about Yoo Sung-hyun and Gamus.
-Wow, but who’s really going to win?
-The Demon King does have overwhelming presence….
-He’s definitely dominant. But the way Gamus appeared was also incredible….
-I really can’t tell who’ll win….
-I’m voting for Gamus honestly. An NPC at that level shouldn’t be showing this kind of performance;;;.
-Right, Gamus looked absolutely insane???
-Look at how other users and NPCs are all scared and forfeiting.
-Ah, but let’s still cheer for the Demon King! If you’re Korean, you gotta cheer for the Demon King!!!
Neither side held a clear advantage; both were predicted to win with nearly equal odds.
Though it was only once.
The display Gamus showed was truly overwhelming.
A casual strike he unleashed demonstrated power nearly equivalent to Yoo Sung-hyun’s explosive combo against the Forbiddens.
Yet Yoo Sung-hyun’s own prowess was equally formidable.
-Whoever wins, this match is gonna be insanely fun lol.
-That’s why I ordered chicken for the finals lol.
-Ah man, I went with pizza lol.
-Ah, I’m really looking forward to this.
-Think it won’t end anticlimactically right away?
-lol no way.
As the viewers exchanged such remarks, they opened a passionate discussion forum.
Since Gamus had shown far too little of his true capabilities.
A proper debate hadn’t yet taken shape.
Yet the viewers enjoyed even this process, finding it entertaining.
As time passed.
The semifinals concluded swiftly, followed immediately by the third-place match.
Only the finals remained.
With all viewers’ anticipation.
The finals were about to begin.
4.
Before the finals could commence.
In the Featherwing Knight Order’s waiting room, the other knights lay flat on the ground, trembling violently.
And Gamus—or rather, the Sword Saint’s consciousness—regarded those knights like vermin, clicking his tongue.
“All of you are like insects.”
At those words, the knights flinched, their gazes wavering.
Yet the Sword Saint said nothing more beyond that.
After all, even without those insects, he could dispose of an arrogant Overload on his own.
The Forbiddens’ match had certainly been quite impressive.
To display such prowess at that level.
Honestly, it was unexpected.
At first, I thought Am-sung had deceived me with some trick.
‘Even as Am-sung’s disciple, there would have been no choice but to yield.’
Perhaps Am-sung had conveyed that he was stronger than I initially believed.
My trust in Am-sung rose slightly within my heart.
At the same level, there was no one who could match him.
However.
‘It was good that I came in person.’
Had I not come, I would certainly have missed the final match.
Especially.
‘So the Overload can wield demonic energy after all.’
Well, if that weren’t the case, it wouldn’t make sense.
To command such power.
The previous Overload also squeezed the demons dry, didn’t he?
No wonder he was called a Demon King—a cunning fiend.
Recalling those ancient tales passed down through the Riescan Kingdom.
The Sword Saint—or rather, Roshin Delgard Riescan—sought to reclaim the honor that Hindel had lost so long ago.
And to vanquish the cunning Overload and Overpalace.
I was acquiring magical artifacts wherever I could find them.
Of course, side effects had begun manifesting throughout the Riescan Kingdom.
But I paid no mind to such trivial matters.
‘Everything is for our kingdom.’
Since I had come in person.
A mere greenhorn like that was nothing to worry about.
Yet something did trouble me.
The will of the world, which always appeared when transcendents moved, was not felt.
Even if only the will, not the true self, had come.
The will of the world, which had always imposed countless restrictions and been so bothersome, was not felt this time.
Why was that?
But the thought did not linger long.
‘Even the world aids me.’
I simply chose to think of it that way.
That was all.
5.
The Eternal World System and the work of its administrators was considerable.
Managing users with anomalies in various ranker tiers and overseeing NPCs classified as transcendents fell entirely to the administrators.
There was no shortage of work.
And now, an emergency was inevitable.
‘How on earth did things come to this?’
The tournament held in Septemarcan.
It was an event already planned to have a Demon Bow as the prize, and the Event Management Team had already scheduled this much.
But far too many unexpected complications had erupted.
First, Yoo Sung-hyun’s appearance.
That much was manageable.
But the consequences stemming from it had been enormous.
First, Will Baghdad’s succession of the Necromancer Lord.
That was originally the very purpose of holding this event.
But Yoo Sung-hyun took it?
He would grow stronger, but we’d long since let go of that.
The real problem was the Sword Saint’s appearance.
‘Why is the Sword Saint appearing there…?’
I hadn’t noticed until we dealt with the Cerul Magic Tower Mages.
The Sword Saint’s movements had been that discreet.
Even the NPC Management Team had missed it, apparently.
The problem now was that the Sword Saint had Yoo Sung-hyun in his sights.
Normally, this would be something we’d have to prevent at all costs.
Yoo Sung-hyun was strong, but not strong enough to defeat a knight bearing the Sword Saint’s will.
Transcendents were beings of that caliber.
And if we were talking about the Sword Saint, who held one of the Nine Heroes’ positions—not just any transcendent—the story changed entirely.
An existence even a single-server ranker would struggle to face.
Of course, since he was contained within Gamus’s vessel as a knight, he could endure to some degree.
But defeat was a foregone conclusion.
‘Tsk, I have to stop this somehow.’
No matter how much I disliked Yoo Sung-hyun, this had to be prevented.
The moment damage occurred, it would be nothing short of a catastrophe.
Lee Won-sang stood there blankly, assessing the situation with that thought in mind.
After Apophis, I’d hoped to take things easier for a while.
But what in the world was this?
I’d heard from a fortune teller I’d seen a few days ago that something kept getting tangled in my fate.
That place must have been quite skilled.
Anyway.
‘Sigh… I absolutely can’t handle this on my own.’
Lee Won-sang already had his hands full with work because other ranker-tier users had been causing incidents.
And now another problem had erupted.
But there was one silver lining.
‘I was told to report this to the chairman, right?’
Due to the event’s aftermath, Lee Won-sang would normally have to handle most things.
But this situation didn’t look like something he could manage at all.
That said.
“Wow, Senior, that’s really the Sword Saint!?”
Looking at his junior, Oh Jin-hyuk, who would probably be munching popcorn if he had any, I shut my eyes tight.
I had to deal with the other rankers.
It was right to pass this to Park Won, the chairman.
Of course, I wondered why I had to do it myself.
But Lee Jae-kyung, the team leader of NPC Management Team 2, had asked me for a favor, so I had no choice.
Besides, it involved both an NPC and Yoo Sung-hyun.
It wasn’t strange for Lee Won-sang to handle it.
So when Lee Won-sang submitted his report upward.
Not long after, a response came.
[Park Won – This is certainly a difficult situation.]
Lee Won-sang was moved to tears by Park Won’s timely appearance, as if he were a savior.
He knew that Park Won had been swamped with work ever since the Apophis incident.
Yet here he was, providing an answer immediately.
Judging by the time, it seemed Park Won had read the report and responded the moment he received it.
As Lee Won-sang expressed his gratitude with such emotion, Park Won replied.
“Yes, that’s why I reported it to you.”
[Park Won – Normally, the manual would be to block this unconditionally…]
Park Won muttered as if deep in thought.
Would he really push forward with it anyway?
If Yoo Sung-hyun filed a complaint, it could escalate into a major incident.
As he entertained such anxious thoughts.
Park Won spoke to Lee Won-sang.
[Park Won – Then let’s do it this way.]
“…How should we proceed?”
[Park Won – Let’s ask Yoo Sung-hyun directly.]
“What? Ask Yoo Sung-hyun?”
Did that even make sense?
Yoo Sung-hyun had already become aware that he was the Sword Saint.
If he ended up missing out on the final weapon in such circumstances, Lee Won-sang imagined he wouldn’t be able to sleep from the frustration. Surely he would refuse, wouldn’t he?
At the moment Lee Won-sang was thinking this.
Park Won spoke.
[Park Won – After all, gamers tend to enjoy things more when they’re challenging. Instead, if he faces the Sword Saint directly, let’s offer him a different final weapon and additional rewards to choose from.]
“What? That, that is…”
[Park Won – That way there’s no fallout, and it becomes a method that doesn’t force a choice, doesn’t it?]
“Ah…”
[Park Won – If he wants to fight the Sword Saint but would suffer a loss, he’d have to think it over. So we’ll compensate for that loss. If there are both the existing rewards and additional rewards, both conditions are equal, so the user can choose whichever they prefer more.]
At Park Won’s words, countless thoughts rushed through Lee Won-sang’s mind.
Concerns and worries mixed in—that if balance were already broken, wouldn’t he be giving away too much?
Yet simultaneously, Park Won’s way of thinking about the game flowed into him as well.
A decision made solely for the player’s convenience and choice.
Lee Won-sang had also wanted to create games with this same motivation—to make games like that.
The sentiment resonated deeply with him.
“Understood. I’ll send the compensation plan right away.”
[Park Won – I’ll leave the additional rewards to you, Lee Won-sang. I trust you’ll do well. Of course, even if you hand things out generously, I’ll take responsibility, so don’t worry. Then.]
“Yes! Thank you.”
As Lee Won-sang confirmed the connection had ended.
Oh Jin-hyuk spoke from beside him.
“Wow, the chairman really is…”
“I know, right.”
Lee Won-sang let out a brief exclamation of admiration, then grinned and spoke.
“I should send a compensation proposal to Yoo Sung-hyun.”
Having observed him all this time, I knew exactly what he needed most.
I understood it perfectly.
Lee Won-sang’s hands moved without hesitation as he drafted the compensation package.
Once the proposal was finalized, he sent it to Yoo Sung-hyun.
Before the match began.
Yoo Sung-hyun, upon seeing it, muttered under his breath.
“…They’re giving me… this much???”

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