The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 332

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Episode 332
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3.
Yoo Sung-hyun dragged his exhausted body out of the Capsule and let out an inevitable sigh.
“Sigh…”
The final scenario had been far more melancholic than expected.
It seemed Yoo Sung-hyun had been affected by it to some degree.
And for good reason.
It was the story of none other than Hindel and Helena.
He knew all too well what tragedy meant.
Because of this, Yoo Sung-hyun found himself mentally drained more than usual, so he stretched his body to ease the tension.
It felt as though the entire day had been spent in a state of vigilance.
There had been the fight with the Baron and various other incidents.
Not knowing how much longer I’d have to endure.
Keeping track of who approached my surroundings consumed considerable stamina.
Yoo Sung-hyun was listening to all the reports from his Minions as well.
There was no way he could avoid being even more exhausted.
‘Will it all end by tomorrow?’
Even as such thoughts crossed his mind, exhaustion made him shake his head.
I still didn’t understand how Hindel had ended up that way.
Though I possessed Hindel’s memories, the memories from that time were so agonizing and painful that.
They weren’t clear, and I couldn’t even look at them.
Now that I think about it, even without transcendence, I’ve lived for hundreds of years.
If I were to absorb all those vast memories at once, who knows what would happen to my brain.
It was only natural.
‘In any case, this scenario will be grim.’
Thinking that considerable emotional energy would be required, I headed to the living room for dinner and spent time with my family.
I’d played with friends the day before too.
After spending more joyful time with my family again.
Fortunately, I was able to recover emotionally quite quickly.
Feeling that getting too immersed wasn’t good.
I fell asleep with the thought of filtering as much as possible.
And the next morning.
Yoo Sung-hyun woke up according to his usual routine, went for a run, had breakfast, and then logged into Eternal World.
Nothing particularly noteworthy happened that day.
There were occasional instances of knights drawing near.
But Will, who had displayed resourcefulness since childhood, improvised each time and sent the Knights Order away, so nothing significant occurred.
Thus another day passed.
The Knights Order had approached the vicinity, but the next day passed without incident.
For some reason, Yoo Sung-hyun felt that today would be the day of a decisive confrontation.
It was a matter of timing, after all.
Transcendents had been appearing around me with increasing frequency.
I’d reached the point where concealment was simply no longer possible.
And so Sunday morning arrived.
I went through my morning routine as I always did, but my resolve was different this time.
Or perhaps “different” was the right word to use?
With a stern expression, I sat at the table.
My parents and my sister Yoo Mi-na, who were eating breakfast, didn’t disturb me.
And then.
“Thank you for the meal.”
I said it with quiet determination, cleared my bowl, and headed straight to my room.
Seeing this, my mother Lee Na-kyung asked Yoo Mi-na a question.
“Is something wrong with Sung-hyun?”
There was a hint of concern in her voice.
My sister Yoo Mi-na chuckled and replied.
“I think he’s just really absorbed in something. It’s not a bad thing.”
“Is that so?”
“Well, Sung-hyun will do fine.”
My father Yoo Kwang-jin said the same and let it go.
Only my mother Lee Na-kyung continued to murmur with concern.
“Whatever it is, I hope it goes well for him.”
She offered her support in those words.
Bathed in my family’s encouragement, I quickly dismissed the tiresome welcome message and logged in.
I was able to meet Barbaros, who was already waiting.
We were inside the Scenario Book, after all.
Time had been frozen, and as I logged in, it resumed.
“It’s starting right away,” Barbaros said.
I nodded in acknowledgment.
And without thinking, I looked up at the sky.
Unlike usual, it wasn’t morning—the sky was dark with night.
For some reason, that darkness felt ominous, and my expression hardened.
Barbaros felt the same way.
“Time has skipped before, but for it to stop like this at night before we logged off… that means…”
“Yes, it seems so.”
I agreed with Barbaros’s assessment.
Feeling that the end had come, Barbaros examined his grimoire with considerable tension.
He was checking it before casting magic, just in case.
This was the final chapter, after all.
We’d already discussed giving it our all.
We were steeling ourselves for what was to come.
I cannot change the past.
But at least I can change this scenario.
With such thoughts, the two of them steeled their resolve and completed their mental preparations.
“…Something feels off.”
Will approached the area with the same sense of unease.
Yoo Sung-hyun felt that something had begun.
His body wasn’t completely frozen, but he couldn’t move a single step beyond Helena’s barrier.
As he felt this, a sense of foreboding bloomed within him.
Could it be?
“Yoo Sung-hyun….”
“….”
At Barbaros’s words, Yoo Sung-hyun found himself unable to speak.
He understood far too well what this phenomenon meant.
And then Chaos materialized from the void and coalesced in one place.
A familiar voice reached them from behind.
“…You are ordered to observe from here.”
“….”
He didn’t ask whose order it was.
It was obvious.
Yoo Sung-hyun tried to ask if this was acceptable.
But there was no time for that.
Then someone emerged beyond the barrier, and a Corridor to the Demon Realm opened in the sky, filled with agonized screams of terrible suffering.
The Corridor formed as if the heavens themselves were splitting apart, and from it, Helena descended from the sky.
Fresh flowers fluttered and danced through the air, and an enormous demonic energy emanated from the surroundings.
It was an inevitable result of the Corridor connecting to the Demon Realm.
Yet all that demonic energy was enveloped by Helena’s aura and returned to the Demon Realm, while instead each flower around her bloomed vibrantly, radiating with life.
Meanwhile, where the void split open and dark starlight from a gloomy galaxy seeped through, the Hero stood.
And at his arrival, the flowers and vegetation that had flourished withered and died coldly.
The appearances of the Demon King and the Hero seemed reversed.
In the strange surroundings where good and evil were inverted, the masters of the Magic Tower and knights who had transcended began gathering one by one.
By the time countless humans appeared behind Hindel.
There was no one around Helena.
Her Minions watched Helena one by one from within the barrier Helena had created.
For that was her command.
Though ominous and unholy thoughts bloomed within them.
They only watched Helena.
Because they trusted and revered their master.
But those gathered behind the Hero were entirely different.
Those who had gathered here, calculating their own gains and losses, their greed and desires.
As Helena gazed upon them, her eyes turned cold.
“The Hero again… Have you come to bother me once more? What brings you this time?”
Quite a gentle tone, considering she had just slain two of the three Demon Realm Archduke.
Yet Yoo Sung-hyun could sense it.
The sorrow and exhaustion woven beneath her words.
The Hero facing her lifted his sword with lifeless eyes.
At the same time, he muttered softly.
“If only you didn’t exist… If I could just eliminate you, it would all be over.”
A Hero so utterly drained stood there—or rather, a man so broken.
Soaked in fatigue and despair, he leveled his blade at Helena, while she gazed not at him but at those behind him.
Every gaze fixed upon the Hero burned with greed.
Yet among them, only two eyes held concern for him.
“A Saint and an Elf Archer, I see. You couldn’t stop him?”
She spoke quietly.
The Saint, Adeline, and the Elf Archer, Lyaden, simply stared at Hindel in silence, and from that gaze alone, Helena understood, nodding her head.
Meanwhile.
“I’m exhausted too.”
For hundreds, thousands, perhaps even longer, I had lived this way.
Yet the world remained unchanged.
If anything, it had grown more vile.
Of course, I could have changed it.
But what meaning would there be in changing it by my own will?
With only that singular conviction, I had lived a life close to seclusion.
“It seems I was wrong.”
Transcendent or not, she too was human.
To be so despised and tormented by those of her own kind.
“…Perhaps I should just erase them all?”
Those words alone.
The world began to flow solely according to her will.
The world trembles.
Yet it makes no sound whatsoever.
As if reality itself were annihilating, the sky collapsed inward.
Space, shattered into fragments, tumbled down in chaotic disarray.
The concepts of up and down vanished.
In a world where direction itself became meaningless.
The sky melted away and the earth ceased to exist.
In a world where even light flickered and died.
The humans caught within were about to crumble into dust like insects.
But.
In that moment, Helena shook her head.
“What meaning would there be in doing so?”
With merely her denial.
The world that had been fading away returned to its original state.
The masters of the Magic Tower who observed this phenomenon became idiots and crawled upon the ground, while the Knights who experienced it drew their swords and drove them into their own hearts.
Madness ran rampant, and chaos and disorder consumed them.
Within a madness that nothing could survive.
Even Giordan, called the Sword Saint, swung his blade toward his own neck, and his head severed like a worm, writhing on the ground before growing cold.
Helena, who with but a single act of will had taken all her enemies.
Yet amidst this, the virtuous remained unharmed as they witnessed it.
Because she did not desire them.
The Hero’s party was no exception.
Though they might have feared being caught in the madness.
Hero Hindel did not sheathe his sword, as though it mattered not at all.
Only the Hero’s companions endured somehow within the madness.
Was it because they were indeed the Hero’s companions?
Perhaps.
“You’ve given up on everything too.”
“…Yes.”
“…I see.”
At Helena’s words, Hindel spoke weakly, and seeing his state, Helena nodded as though she understood.
“You want to give it one last try?”
“….”
Hindel did not answer, yet his will remained.
The Hero’s blade, weary and worn, now lacking even the will to live further.
Shone brilliantly.
Starlight dwelt within the sword as though wringing out the last of life.
As though all the darkness before had been for this moment alone, a light that burned everything became the radiance that enveloped him.
The brilliance of the galaxy blazed like the morning star, yet perhaps because that form knew it was burning life itself.
A light rose forth that, though appearing noble, seemed somehow sorrowful.
Burning all of itself for but a single purpose.
The sorrowful light that burned life soon touched the radiant darkness.
Yet that was all.
The radiant darkness, with merely a gesture, extinguished the sorrowful light that burned life, and the sword without light fell.
It seemed no longer capable of counterattack.
With a heart that would rather surrender to that darkness, the sword—tall as a chimney—rushed forth once more.
Just as the radiant darkness was about to break the sword.
Other sorrows gathered around the blade.
A saintess with warm light and an elven archer broad as welcoming earth.
The two stood before the sword, attempting to drive back the darkness.
Yet neither the warm light nor the welcoming earth could overcome the darkness.
The warm light and welcoming earth fell, powerless against any force.
At that, the eyes of Hindel, who held the sword, began to tremble.
And the radiant darkness too seemed to flicker and sway slightly in that warm light and gentle earth.
Helena, who embraced the brilliant darkness that encompassed all things, slowly lifted her head.
Where had that covetous and ever-confident expression gone?
Her face was filled only with sorrow and regret.
Helena looked around at those gathered and murmured softly.
“Do not live as I have lived.”
Like a mother burdened with guilt toward her children.
Having spoken thus, Helena turned her head with a serene smile.
And so her Minions, as if witnessing their mother’s final moment—
No, her children wept tears of blood as they beheld her.
Some were ready to rush forward at once.
Others stepped forth to demand severe punishment upon these cruel ones.
And still others shrieked in anguish, unable to bear the sight of their mother’s final form.
Yet all of them—
The eldest wept tears of blood in silence and held them back.
So that they would not interfere with their mother’s will.
And spoke.
“This is the final gift from the mother who embraced us all.”
At Black Star’s words,
All of them, though tears of blood burst forth, watched in silence.
Thus Helena, the radiant darkness, approached Hindel the Hero who held the sword, and offered her own heart.
Fwoooooosh.
The cruelest sound in a world that could be called inevitable echoed forth.

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