The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 283

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Episode 283
283
With the sun and the Black Sun coexisting.
In a world of eclipse where light and darkness devoured one another, everything bore the hue of ash.
Neither dark nor bright.
All who witnessed it could not help but marvel at this magnificent spectacle, as if glimpsing the divine-demonic wars of mythic ages.
Where in the Eternal World could such a sight be beheld?
It was a scene rarely seen even among the Single Rankers.
Who could have imagined witnessing this in a mere Level 220-250 Zone?
The Broadcast Spirit was equally astonished.
[Th-this is impossible!? Th-there are two suns!?]
The Broadcast Spirit’s panic was evident.
Uttering sentences that defied all logic.
Yet there was no one present to point out the absurdity.
Everyone shared the same bewilderment.
-What is this what is this what is this
-What is this what is this what is this
-What am I even watching right now???
-Wait, this live broadcast is free???
-For real;;; I actually feel bad for people who missed this;;;​
-This is insane???
Amidst this overwhelming spectacle worthy of mythic combat.
All watched in awe as the scene unfolded.
Yoo Sung-hyun finally faced the Sword Saint.
And surrounding the Sword Saint as if to encircle him, Sung-hyun’s Retinue surged forward.
Though their strength had waned, their eyes blazed with fervent light, revealing the heat of their unwavering loyalty.
The Sword Saint ground his teeth at the sight.
Clearly, he had unleashed his full power twice.
He had believed once would be more than sufficient.
“Tch.”
Not only did the whelp survive, but he had conjured a sun to match his own power.
Infuriating.
The power had not yet fully ripened.
Even if not his true strength, but merely a fragment of it, this insolent brat daring to oppose him was utterly intolerable.
And those retainers faithfully following him were equally vexing.
Over Palace.
Those abhorrent zealots were no different.
What gave them such faith to follow?
Banding together so tightly to serve their master.
The Sword Saint, who had never known such devotion, could neither comprehend nor tolerate it.
“…Truly, how disagreeable.”
Sung-hyun paid no heed to those words and raised his blade.
At that sight, the Sword Saint’s brow twitched.
How dare he present a sword before me.
An Over Lord.
Before the Sword Saint?
Unable to bear what felt like an unbearable insult, the Sword Saint gripped his blade once more.
Having unleashed two suns, my remaining power was nearly exhausted.
But the same held true for that whelp.
Under equal conditions.
‘I hold the advantage.’
Thus, gripping his blade, the Sword Saint cried out toward Sung-hyun with conviction.
“Two suns cannot exist.”
“But they’re floating right there?”
“….”
The Sword Saint’s words caught in his throat at such shameless logic.
Choosing to ignore it, the Sword Saint spoke.
“I am the sun itself.”
At that cry, the Sword Saint charged forward.
Once again, Dracanoss rushed in first.
As expected, Dracanoss too had exhausted all his power.
Forced to rely solely on swordsmanship, the Sword Saint’s eyes twitched with a moment of confusion.
That aged demon knight, who should have been deflected by the sword’s principles, now clashed directly with him.
“…?”
To the bewildered Sword Saint, Dracanoss muttered something incoherently.
-Mumble mumble grumble grumble.
“…How dare you!!!”
At Dracanoss’s muttering, the Sword Saint, now flushed red as a sun itself, swung his blade with fury.
Unable to match the raw power, Dracanoss was driven back.
Yet he deflected the sword strike with composure.
His mastery of the sword’s secrets appeared nearly equal.
The Sword Saint found this incomprehensible.
Then Dracanoss’s three disciples—Leonik, Baltar, and Silvanor—rushed in one after another.
The Sword Saint swung his blade to block their assault.
As expected, they too lacked power.
Yet their swordsmanship was more refined than anticipated.
How could this be?
I knew they were swordsmen who had already constructed their inner worlds.
Though their levels were low, their enlightenment in the sword was exceptional.
At their swordsmanship, the Sword Saint’s brow furrowed despite himself.
Yet even so, the Sword Saint could not prevail.
Three disciples rushed forward, only to be repelled by swordcraft and sent flying backward.
The Sword Saint charged toward Dracanoss to reduce their numbers.
But even that proved futile.
Clang——!!!
A sharp metallic ring echoed through the air.
And blocking the path before me stood a single figure.
Surely those three disciples, whom I had sent flying, could not have returned so quickly.
What was happening?
When the Sword Saint finally saw who stood before me, my eyes widened to their limits.
“!!!!!!”
Screech——!
Screech——!
Yoo Sung-hyun, the sovereign crowned with a black crystal diadem, blocked my blade with a force equal to my own.
That an Over Lord dared to stop me with a sword.
An indescribable sense of humiliation welled up within me.
Even if I inhabited this wretched body.
Even if all the power I had drawn from my true self had been exhausted.
To be stopped by the sword of this unripe Over Lord!!!!
It was shameful.
Intolerable!
The Sword Saint fluidly pivoted from the upper stance, stepped back with one foot, recovered my blade, then gripped it in middle stance as if charging, and thrust it downward toward Yoo Sung-hyun.
But Yoo Sung-hyun seized the brief opening with graceful precision, maintained his breath against the blade seeking to sever it, shifted his feet sideways, and naturally reversed his blade to twist the trajectory of the thrust.
As the thrust penetrated halfway.
The Sword Saint, without withdrawing my extended blade, rotated from the waist and shoulder, sweeping the sword horizontally toward Yoo Sung-hyun.
Watching the blade move like a saw, Yoo Sung-hyun, already holding his raised guard, gracefully twisted his trajectory once more, lowered his stance, and evaded the strike.
Whoosh—!
The Sword Saint’s blade tore through empty air.
And Yoo Sung-hyun, in a low stance, sprang upward, straightened his knees, and raised his blade from below, executing an upper slash that rose from the lower right to the upper left.
The Sword Saint, seeing the blade rise toward me, spun faster, using the rotation to deflect the blade and create distance.
“….”
“Huh.”
Watching Yoo Sung-hyun’s swordcraft skill hold firm even when matched against my own, the Sword Saint glared at him with utter disbelief.
Surely the Over Lord was the sovereign of all Dark Mages.
Then how could he possibly excel at swordcraft as well?
Faced with this incomprehensible phenomenon, jealousy began to bloom within me more than anger.
My achievement had come from pursuing the sword alone, purely and single-mindedly.
Yet this unripe whelp had reached such heights in swordcraft?
That Aged Demon I could at least understand.
If a demon had aged to such a degree, it was certain to possess profound experience accumulated over eons.
That Skull Knight, the Demon Knight, and the Elf Swordsman—they were all the same.
Each of them was a long-lived being, after all.
So I could at least understand those three.
But what in the world is this Over Lord?
I’ve lived twice as long as him, surely.
And he’s already perfected his swordsmanship?
Did I perfect mine at his age?
Impossible.
Consumed by confusion and jealousy, the Sword Saint bared his teeth of envy toward Yoo Sung-hyun.
The withered sun no longer shone.
Only the cold, darkened, hideous fangs remained, rushing forward.
In that moment, Barphor, Sibren, and Nuartein moved together to block the Sword Saint’s advance.
Kwaaaaaang——!!!
The Sword Saint, who had never allowed a hit until now.
His vision narrowed by jealousy, permitted a direct strike from Barphor.
Regaining his senses too late, he deflected the attacks from Sibren and Nuartein.
But one blow connected cleanly.
The Broadcast Spirit cried out upon seeing him.
[Aaahhhhh!!! Finally a clean hit!!!]
If the broadcast team, who should maintain neutrality, was this delighted, it seemed problematic.
Yet no one cared about such things.
Rather.
-Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!
-Finally landed a blow!!!!
-Kyaaaaaaa!!!
-Yesssssss!!!!
Not a single viewer among them was not rooting for Yoo Sung-hyun.
While everyone cheered for Yoo Sung-hyun.
The Sword Saint paid no mind to such things and spat out the blood pooling in his mouth.
“Cough. Ptui.”
Perhaps it was because it was a strike from Barphor, who ranked among the top of Yoo Sung-hyun’s Retinue in physical prowess.
The Sword Saint, who had coughed up blood-red blood, wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
His energy was completely exhausted.
But there was still much time remaining.
So I could kill all of these wretches.
‘My energy is gradually returning.’
I felt the light of the sun, which the black sun was devouring, slowly returning.
If I wait just a bit longer, I can make these creatures immortal.
With that thought, the Sword Saint danced his blade among the retinue rushing at him again, performing his sword dance.
Even without energy, sharp and swift as sunlight, those brilliant rays cut through as his retinue desperately bought him time.
Yoo Sung-hyun was doing his utmost to recover his energy.
He had already exhausted every means available—items, skills, recovery techniques.
All he could rely on now were buffs and natural regeneration.
Even as he pushed to recover his mana to its maximum,
the Sword Saint was doing the same.
And if both their mana returned in full, the disadvantage would be mine.
At this rate, defeat was drawing near.
Even if I lose, I have no regrets—but still, I want to win.
In that moment, burning with the desire to triumph,
I noticed something peculiar.
‘What is that?’
I had seen it in the broadcast before,
but now Gamus’s spirit was half-manifested.
And within it, the Sword Saint’s spirit protruded like a small garment that didn’t quite fit.
Yet it looked somewhat different from the other spirits I’d encountered.
‘…They’re connected.’
Unlike the other spirits that fluttered like severed strings in the void,
these two—Gamus’s spirit and the Sword Saint’s spirit—remained tethered to their physical forms.
Naturally, the Sword Saint’s spirit extended far away, connected like a string to somewhere distant, not to Gamus’s body.
Watching this, I muttered something without quite knowing why.
“…Could it work?”
At my words, Helena, having expended all her strength, smiled faintly—a smile that clashed with her playful tone as she spoke.
“Sounds fun. Let’s try it.”
At this rate, defeat was certain anyway.
Might as well attempt something, right?
I watched the Sword Saint dancing through the throng of my retinue in the distance, then tightened my grip on my blade.
And then.
“Haaah.”
I drew in a sharp breath and moved my feet with explosive speed.
My overwhelming physical stats propelled me forward, tearing at the earth.
Deep imprints of my footsteps carved into the ground. The Sword Saint, seeing me rush in, raised his blade to block—but
I reached out my hand.
“…?”
Not a blade, but a hand?
Unable to comprehend the situation, the Sword Saint seized the opportunity and was about to sever my entire arm when a strangling pain erupted through his spirit.
“Kgh?!”
An incomprehensible agony.
But what was even more bizarre
was the emotion that bloomed alongside the pain.
‘Wh-why do I… why do I want to h-help that… that bastard!?’
Until just moments ago, I had been blinded by jealousy, consumed entirely by hatred.
So why did I now find myself wanting to help him?
Confronted by this incomprehensible phenomenon, Yoo Sung-hyun let out a sly chuckle and murmured to himself.
“This actually works?”
“W-what on earth is h-happening!?”
The Sword Saint muttered in utter bewilderment.
Yoo Sung-hyun looked at the Sword Saint and spoke.
“Return to your own body.”
With that command, the Sword Saint’s soul was wrenched free from Gamus’s body, expelled as though violently ejected.
-KYAAAAAAAGH!!!

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