The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 284

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Episode 284
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Yoo Sung-hyun watched with a dazed expression as the Sword Saint’s soul was hurled away, shrieking.
When the Sword Saint’s own aura had been at full strength, I couldn’t have even attempted such a thing.
There had been no opening, no opportunity.
Only when his aura had been significantly depleted could I attempt it.
‘So this was possible too.’
With a bewildered heart, I looked down at my own hand.
Along with the agonized screams of a soul, Gamus’s body crumbled and collapsed forward.
Thud.
Gamus’s body fell lifelessly.
And behind it, a soul began to escape.
Not the Sword Saint’s soul, but Gamus’s own soul itself.
Seeing Gamus’s soul—which had already been halfway expelled—trying to leave the body that had expended excessive aura, I urgently waved my hand again, embedding Gamus’s soul back into his own flesh.
If it was possible to expel a living soul, wouldn’t it also be possible to embed one?
I had never entertained such thoughts while observing souls that occasionally underwent out-of-body experiences.
But attempting it this time, it seemed possible.
“Hack. Cough, cough.”
As if trapped breath burst forth, coughing sounds erupted.
He hadn’t regained consciousness yet.
But he was alive.
I exhaled in relief at the sight.
Everything from the battle to what happened after had been a blur.
Beside the exhausted me.
“Phew.”
“You actually did it?”
Helena approached and spoke.
I let out a small laugh and nodded.
Only then could I hear the Broadcast Spirit’s voice, speaking loudly in the background.
[Ahhh!!! Truly astounding!!! I thought he was being pushed back from start to finish!!! But he seizes victory alongside all his minions!!!]
I had known since earlier that the Broadcast Spirit was cheering for my victory and making a racket.
But only now, through the fatigue and Gamus’s body, could I hear it.
Just like the Broadcast Spirit, the chat window was in chaos.
-Wow!!!!!!!!!
-What was that last move?!
-Didn’t he do something like launching a wave of force???
-There was no skill effect shown?!!??!??
-He won against that!!!!!!!!
-Such an insane comeback victory!!!!
-Wow, the Demon King is truly the Demon King!!!!!
In the moment when the crowd erupted in cheers and celebration.
I stood there wearily, watching it all unfold.
Part of me wanted to collapse right then and there.
But I didn’t.
I had rarely exerted myself so completely in a match before.
An overwhelming exhaustion washed over me.
It was then.
Helena, observing my fatigue, spoke up.
“They’re celebrating like that—wouldn’t you raise your fist for them?”
“…Hmm.”
I wasn’t typically one for such gestures.
But this time, I felt the urge to do it.
And so.
I raised my fist toward the broadcast screen.
[VICTOR!!!!!! Team Yoo Sung-hyun!!!!!! The fist of victory rises!!!!!!]
-Congratulations on winning!!!
-Khhhhh!!!! The Demon Lord is truly the Demon Lord!!!
-Congratulations on the championship!!!!!
-I can’t believe they actually won!!!!
-That was so close!!!!!!
-That was seriously so cool lol
-For real lol
The viewers watching also flooded the chat with fervent messages.
And then.
My minions approached me.
Why were they coming toward me?
As that thought crossed my mind.
Helena laughed playfully and shouted.
“Our lord has achieved victory—how could we just stand still!?”
At Helena’s words.
My minions gathered together and lifted me up.
Each of them cheered loudly.
“Hmmm~! Of course not!”
“We shall go!”
“Indeed we shall.”
-Me too, me too!
-Piiiiiii!
-Kaaaaaaa!
-Kahahaha! You were magnificent!!!
-Murmur murmur
-Even so, how impressive!
-Hail to our lord’s victory!!!
Yoo Sung-hyun, lifted high into the sky by his minions, chuckled softly and savored the moment of triumph.
The Broadcast Spirit chattered excitedly with congratulations, and the viewers reveled in the atmosphere through their chat.
To seize victory against an enemy that couldn’t be defeated by minions alone, and then celebrate with them—
Such a romantic sight it was.
And finally, the system’s congratulatory message appeared.
[You have won the championship!]
[Congratulations!]
[All rewards can be claimed at the Cerul Spire Magic Tower.]
[As an additional reward, the Legendary-grade item ‘Hindel’s Sword’ will be enhanced with ‘Galaxy Sword Dance’.]
I had obtained everything.
8.
The Capital of Rieschan Kingdom.
And within that capital, in the most secretive and impenetrable Secret Chamber, a violent shockwave reverberated.
Kuwaaaaah——!!!
As if something had plummeted from the sky.
A massive shockwave erupted.
Yet mysteriously, nothing physical occurred to the surrounding objects.
Only a thin line of blood traced the corner of a man’s mouth as he lay there.
Feeling it, the man rose from his position, his eyes trembling in disbelief.
The master of this Secret Chamber, the pride of Rieschan Kingdom, one of the Nine Heroes renowned across the continent—the Sword Saint, Roshuein Delgart Rieschan.
Upon awakening, he recalled what had just transpired.
‘I lost?’
An incomprehensible phenomenon.
Even if his body was nothing but a useless husk and only his consciousness had been sent forth—
Could he, of all people, experience defeat?
‘My soul was… returned.’
His own soul, which he had possessed within the knight Gamus, had been expelled far too easily and sent back here.
How was this possible?
‘No one can interfere with the soul.’
Not even a god.
Not even the will of the world itself, which stood above the gods, could interfere with the soul.
The demonic sorcery he had employed could only manipulate his own soul.
As proof, he had managed to make Gamus’s soul protrude slightly, but could do nothing more with it.
Of course, the Sword Saint only sensed this vaguely.
Since he could not see the soul, he did not fully understand it.
But how had that youngster managed direct interference with the soul?
‘Is that why the will of the world did not move?’
Because it was Yoo Sung-hyun who could return his soul?
My mind grew tangled.
This too was incomprehensible.
I faced yet another problem.
Trembling, trembling, trembling.
I looked down at my hands, which quivered finely as my eyes shook with fear.
Had I truly been seized by terror?
By that mere whelp?
I couldn’t believe it.
No, it couldn’t be.
The Sword Saint denied the fact.
But why?
Even though my soul had been shaken.
The emotion I had felt toward Yoo Sung-hyun in that moment remained vivid.
Boundless affection.
‘…Why do I feel the urge to help that whelp….’
Of course, now that I had returned to my physical body.
That emotion was gradually fading, and because I was forcibly suppressing it, I could quickly regain my senses.
Yet.
I feared that emotion would bloom again.
The fear that arose toward Yoo Sung-hyun stemmed from this very feeling.
An incomprehensible phenomenon.
An Over Lord who manipulates souls.
‘Could the previous Over Lord have been the same?’
Perhaps it was possible.
Only then did I begin to understand Over Palace’s conduct somewhat.
Had I surrendered myself to that emotion, then perhaps.
‘I would have become the same.’
But upon returning to my physical body, the intense demonic energy allowed me to reclaim my reason.
It seemed.
‘I must be cautious.’
Unlike before, the danger level at which the Sword Saint thought of Yoo Sung-hyun had risen sharply.
Then, as the Sword Saint attempted to rise from his seat.
Stagger.
In that instant, I lost my balance and swayed.
“….”
It seemed the damage sustained while in soul form was the primary cause.
There was no method to recover the soul.
I had to wait for it to heal naturally.
I had considered finding a suitable knight immediately to finish off Yoo Sung-hyun.
But if I approached in soul form again, I couldn’t predict what would happen this time.
I need to send capable ones.
‘I can’t let Over Palace notice. Once they enter Riescan Kingdom’s territory, I’ll have to deal with them.’
There’s no telling how long it will take.
Besides, even if I discover them, I wasn’t sure I could handle it there.
But I have to try.
Otherwise, the Riescan Kingdom and I will both be finished for certain.
‘They seem to have caught on that I’ve joined hands with the Demon Clan.’
I need to hurry.
Then, suddenly.
‘Hmm, and just to be safe. I should deal with that trash’s body’s owner as well.’
Recalling Gamus, whose body I had borrowed.
And so the Sword Saint left the Secret Chamber.
Vowing revenge.
0.
Finally, when the words about receiving the championship reward at the Magic Tower appeared in Yoo Sung-hyun’s eyes.
I calmed down a bit.
I could descend.
After the tumultuous affair had passed.
When both the broadcast screen and the Broadcast Spirit had vanished.
I could see the Featherwing Knights rushing toward Gamus belatedly.
Even as they remained vigilant, the moment they confirmed the Sword Saint’s aura had disappeared, they ran forward with tears streaming down their faces.
Then.
“Senior Gamus!!!”
“Y-you’re alive!!!”
“Please, come to your senses…!”
“Ugh… ugh…”
As Gamus, who had been unconscious, began to let out faint groans.
The Featherwing Knights, confirming he was alive, embraced him and wept.
“Sob… thank goodness you’re alive.”
“Thank goodness indeed!!!”
“Truly… truly…”
Yoo Sung-hyun, sensing the emotional reunion, tried to slip away with his minions.
He didn’t want to stay awkwardly and create an embarrassing situation between them.
Just as Yoo Sung-hyun was about to leave.
“Um… you.”
“…?”
The Shield Knight suddenly called out to Yoo Sung-hyun.
Surprised at being called, Yoo Sung-hyun turned around.
Could they be trying to hold me responsible?
Thinking it was possible, I turned my head carefully.
It was the opposite.
“Thank you, truly thank you.”
“We never imagined you could defeat the Sword Saint.”
“…We are truly grateful. Thank you for saving our senior.”
Receiving such heartfelt gratitude,
I felt a bit embarrassed—I had just been considering a surprise attack moments ago—so I waved my hand dismissively.
“Ah, no, it’s fine. It was a competition, after all.”
“Still, we are grateful.”
“We mean it sincerely.”
“Truly.”
As they all expressed their gratitude in unison,
I found myself at a loss for words.
Helena and my Minions chuckled softly at my awkward demeanor, and I cleared my throat in embarrassment.
“Ahem.”
“And be careful.”
“He is known as a hero, but….”
“He is a vile man….”
“Ah, yes, I understand.”
I nodded in acknowledgment as they warned me about the Sword Saint.
“We must hide our identities and flee as well.”
“Since we have already failed our mission, this fate was inevitable.”
“Please be careful, Yoo Sung-hyun. Even as a foreigner, you must exercise caution.”
After acknowledging their warning,
they all expressed their gratitude once more and disappeared somewhere with Gamus.
To think they spoke of him that way even to his own knights.
I wondered just how vile he truly was.
Separate from that thought,
‘I am a bit disappointed, though.’
I had thought that by wringing the Sword Saint’s soul, I might gain his memories and experiences as well.
Though I did inflict pain upon him in that process,
I gained no memories or experiences.
That was genuinely disappointing.
Still,
‘I obtained the Galaxy Sword Technique.’
I had gained Hindel’s memories and experiences,
so wasn’t that enough?
‘Well then, shall I go claim the next reward?’
It was time to fulfill one of the Necromancer Lord’s conditions.

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