The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 282

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Episode 282
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[Ah… H-how is this happening? Sung-hyun’s Retinue… they’re no match!]
Sung-hyun’s Retinue appeared helpless before every attack the Sword Saint unleashed.
Viewers trembled as they watched him.
Because Gamus’s appearance was anything but ordinary at first glance.
Had a few viewers grasped the severity of the situation?
-I-is this really a level 200s NPC?
-E-even if they’re named… this doesn’t make sense???
-D-did the sun just rise?
-Is that even swordsmanship???
-T-this is impossible.
The mere existence of an NPC of that caliber was absurd enough.
But Sung-hyun facing such an NPC was even more ridiculous.
Every single display of power, unremarkable at first glance, transcended all limits.
Yet Sung-hyun’s Retinue somehow managed to block those attacks.
They parried direct strikes and launched endless counterattacks.
When the Thunder Waterfall had split apart just moments ago, words simply failed everyone.
When Anemor and Kalisha fortunately escaped the rising sun and managed to evade, the viewers could finally exhale in relief.
But the danger remained undiminished.
The risen sun illuminated everything beneath it, pressing down upon the arena.
Crunch, crunch, crunch———!!!
Under the intense pressure, I and everyone else lost their footing.
Truly overwhelming oppression.
A situation where one could viscerally feel what it meant to be crushed to death.
Beneath that sunlight.
The Sword Saint stood alone, raising his blade once more.
That sword strike, brimming with sunlight, shimmered with heat as mirages danced, warping the space around it into a haze.
As the heat of the sunlight blazed hot enough to melt its surroundings.
-Muttering under his breath.
Unable to bear it any longer, Dracanoss rushed forward.
I wrapped Dracanoss in buffs and darkness infused with the subtle art of blocking heat, then drew forth the Tome of Ruin and unleashed a skill toward that sun-laden blade.
“Absolute Zero.”
The ancient magic of ruin manifested from my fingertips, spreading toward the blade brimming with sunlight.
But seeing it, the Sword Saint laughed mockingly.
Within the space turning pure white.
The sun still rises.
In the realm of bitter cold, a blizzard can never obscure the sun.
The unobscured sun pierces through the absolute frigidity that freezes even energy itself, and the rays of light become a blade that cleaves and tears.
Even the bitter cold is sliced to pieces, shattering into countless fragments.
[Ah, ahhh….]
Even the Broadcast Spirit tasked with relaying this battle found itself speechless before that sun.
Despite the sun hanging in the sky, the chat window froze as if time itself had stopped—not a single message appeared.
This, despite over a million viewers watching.
The Broadcast Spirit and viewers alike stood beneath that sun, unable to conjure any words to describe it.
All things trembled equally, crushed beneath the sun’s weight.
Boom——!!!
Crash——!!!
The undulating sun plummeted from its highest point, manifesting upon the earth below.
Roooooar——!!!
The sun’s heat poured down with the force to melt all things, and seeing it, Yoo Sung-hyun and Helena steeled their resolve in their eyes and unleashed their power.
Darkness and the abyss surged and merged, shooting skyward in response.
The sun falls, while darkness and the abyss rise.
Confronted with this paradoxical spectacle, people could not help but recall mythology itself.
The ascending darkness and abyss, and the plummeting sun, collided against one another, baring their fangs.
Yet they say the sun at dawn shines brightest of all.
Like a single blade cleaving the dark sky, the sun became a sword, cutting through the abyss and darkness with radiant light.
Shhhhhing!
And so, beneath the brightened world.
The sun’s light became a blade, pouring down.
Toward the sword-light of sunbeams cascading across the entire Arena, celestial power surged forth, attempting to absorb the radiance.
Beyond that, Serpina too gathered moonlight’s power, while Anemor and Kalisha’s thunder and lightning followed the light, rising to block the blade-strikes.
Yet it was still insufficient.
For even combined, the sun of the east shone brighter than anything else.
Crackle-crackle-crackle——!!!
Crush-crush-crush———!!!
Slice-slice-slice———!!!
Sword energy scattered, cleaving all things around it.
Beneath a torrent of cuts so precise that not even dust rose.
The Arena vanished without a trace.
Everything split apart.
Turned to powder and disappeared.
There, Yoo Sung-hyun and his retinue left no trace behind.
[Ah, ahhh!!! Y-Yoo Sung-hyun’s team h-has disappeared!!! D-did they get caught in the attack?]
Within the Broadcast Spirit’s cry.
The viewers too, their minds reeling, searched for Yoo Sung-hyun and his retinue.
But even with eyes wide open, they could not be found.
-D-did they die???
-This fast????
-W-wait, the Demon Lord lost?
-That… that can’t be possible???
-Did… did he actually get hit???
The viewers, now gripped by fear, wondered if this was truly how the Demon King’s first defeat would unfold.
The broadcast feed shook chaotically before stabilizing.
It focused on a single point.
None other than the will of the Sword Saint dwelling within Gamus.
In that instant, the Sword Saint’s brow furrowed sharply.
-What the???
-He’s not dead???
-Then where is he???
-Wouldn’t it have registered as a victory if he died????
-Then where is he???
-I’m watching the same screen!!!!!!!
The chat erupted into chaos among the viewers.
Someone spotted it—one location.
The ground where the sun-bright sword auras were embedded.
Darkness rippled outward like a wave.
From the edge of the brightest light, the deepest darkness was born, and there Yoo Sung-hyun and all of his retinue were transported.
Had I not used the Lord of Darkness to shift everyone away, more than half would have been eliminated by that attack.
As Yoo Sung-hyun reappeared as if teleported, everyone cheered in the chat.
-I knew you’d make it!!!
-You dodged that???
-How did you survive!!!!!
-Insane;;;;;
A frenzy of excitement.
Yet Yoo Sung-hyun felt a chill run down his spine colder than ever before, swallowing hard.
Every attack fails to land on the Sword Saint.
Even when combining forces with Helena, nothing connects.
Yet Yoo Sung-hyun and all of his retinue survived nonetheless.
Still watching the Sword Saint hovering above like the sun, I drew forth the darkness and hellfire.
Helena, too, fully displayed her power as a lord, drawing upon celestial and abyssal forces to prepare for an all-out assault.
“How tenacious these insects are, clinging to life.”
That cold voice echoed, unlike the sun itself.
Once more, sunlight gathered upon the Sword Saint’s blade.
Then a radiance far more brilliant than before bloomed forth, as if cleaving through the void of the cosmos.
Those who witnessed it instinctively understood.
An attack even more powerful than before was coming.
Thus Yoo Sung-hyun and Helena prepared themselves.
And the retinue charged toward the Sword Saint to support their masters.
Were they wolves seeking to devour the sun for their lord?
Or perhaps moths drawn to the flames?
To the Sword Saint’s eyes, they were merely moths with no regard for their own lives.
Yet from their faces shone a loyalty far brighter than his own blade.
“….”
That loyalty, brighter than the sun itself, caused the Sword Saint’s brow to furrow.
Displeasing.
Those eyes shining brighter than his own.
And the fact that those eyes were directed not at him, but at the whelp behind him—this was inexplicably displeasing.
Just as one cannot open their eyes before the sun.
So too should they be unable to do so.
Even if they lost both eyes, they should never dare oppose the sun.
That loyalty burning in their eyes toward their master was displeasing.
And so the sun laid bare its displeasure.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack———!!!
The destructive sun withered the Battlefield and stole away life.
This was what the Sword Saint now embodied.
The blade of sunlight was swung toward the foolish ones rushing toward him.
Their eyes displease me?
Then I need only blind them with light.
The swung sun blazed even brighter than before, its scorching heat unleashed, yet—
it collided with Dracanoss’s crimson blade strike, infused with the heat of loyalty, and dissipated.
Roar———!!!
Yet even so, the sun does not wane.
The light pours down again, seeking to consume the Aged Demon.
But the Aged Demon’s three disciples, with loyalty burning in their hearts like an ocean’s depths, swing their blades to protect their master.
A blade strike the color of blood-red, another dark navy like the break of dawn, and a verdant green like the fresh vitality of a sacred tree standing firm in that vast flood—these three unite into a living spirit, redeeming their master from that light of destruction.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack———!!!
Master and disciples, their strength spent, tumble through the air as they fall.
The sun descends without hesitation.
To consume that lukewarm heat of loyalty.
Between the master and disciples tumbling through the air and the descending sun, a teal-blue storm of Thunder Waterfall rises, defying gravity to stand against the sun.
Yet as it draws closer, the teal-blue Thunder Waterfall grows faint and precarious, until black thunder rises to support it from behind.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack———!!!
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble———!!!
When thunder and lightning unite, even the sun’s descent halts for a moment.
The Sword Saint, seeing this, poured more power into his blade.
Yet the delayed fall did not accelerate further.
Then came the blade strike of the desert and the fang, adding their strength to the thunder and lightning.
After that, the breath of a small dragon and the power of the Red Moon were added.
Then a massive beast appeared, catching the disciples and master tumbling through the air.
But even that was merely a matter of time.
The falling sun could never be stopped.
Though everything converged together and diminished the sun’s size.
The sun’s heat showed no sign of cooling.
Soon, the sun plummeted toward the earth.
[Is… is this the end of all things…?]
The Broadcast Spirit muttered blankly, watching it descend.
It was a terror so profound that one could truly feel the arrival of apocalypse itself.
Yet at that moment, an elegant voice rang out.
“Sung-hyun!”
With Helena’s call, Sung-hyun—crowned with the obsidian diadem—tilted his head and raised his hand skyward.
They say the darkest things are born in the brightest places.
This was such a moment.
As the falling sun illuminated all things.
A black sun rises from the earth, obscuring everything.
The black sun emerges bearing ashen abysses and absolute darkness, violet flames blooming from hell itself, drinking in the light with celestial radiance.
Just as the heavenly sun is devoured by the moon.
The sun born from the blade is blocked by the sun born from darkness, and the two intertwine, suspended in the void.
Thus the sun that sought to illuminate the world is obscured by the black sun that swallows its light, creating an eclipse.
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The world was seized by eclipse, becoming a realm of ash, absolute darkness surging and undulating, sunlight intertwining and coexisting with that darkness.
In that strange and wondrous world.
The Sword Saint, still displeased with a furrowed brow, finally descended to the ground.
“…How dare you!”
Before the indignant Sword Saint.
Sung-hyun smiled faintly and spoke.
“…Now we stand at the same height.”

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