The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 333

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Episode 333
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The world trembled as if screaming.
A radiant darkness offered forth its heart, and from between its chambers, a power so immense that the world itself could scarcely bear it began to spread and threaten to consume everything—yet.
She would not permit it.
Standing closest to witness her final moments, Hindel finally understood.
That he had turned away from so much simply because he was weary.
That he had committed a sin far too great to atone for.
And.
“Ah….”
Memories of her that he once knew but had failed to recall came flooding back.
His first meeting with Helena at the edge of this village in childhood, as she gathered flowers.
The emotions crashed over him like a tempest—how he had desperately tried to speak with her, how she had deliberately turned away, and the truth that she was never the Demon King.
What he had done.
Upon that realization, the once-radiant Hero crumbled to dust and vanished.
In that place where he had lost everything.
Afterward, Helena attempted to tell her children the things she had been unable to say until now.
But.
“If you cry like that, I won’t be able to speak.”
Even as death claimed her, Helena spoke with a touch of bluntness.
Yet she did not blame them for their inability to understand.
Helena turned to her most reliable first disciple and spoke.
“I was mistaken about something. Can you set it right?”
That was all she said.
And.
“Please take good care of our adorable successor beside you as well.”
At Helena’s words, spoken with a gentle smile, Black Star still wept tears of blood from the pain—yet.
Answered willingly.
“Of course.”
In that loyal voice, unchanged as always.
Helena could close her eyes in peace.
Extinguishing all of that immense power the world itself could scarcely bear.
She vanished without leaving a trace in this world.
The darkness that had always been radiant, dignified to the very end, faded and ceased to exist.
“Ah, ahhhhh.”
Will, who witnessed it.
Wept tears of blood and finally closed his eyes, gazing upon Helena’s final moment.
Yoo Sung-hyun and Barbaros watched it all unfold, and within the heavy silence of their hearts, new text appeared before their eyes.
[You have witnessed the complete story of 『Necromancer Lord Will Baghdad』.]
[You have witnessed a fragment of mythology.]
[Reward granted.]
Only then did I truly grasp that I was trapped within a game.
Both of us arrived at the same conclusion.
“…That’s an incredibly cruel tale.”
Yoo Sung-hyun could only nod in agreement at Barbaros’s story.
The Hero, exhausted and broken, and the Demon King who sacrificed herself for him.
Both endured agonizing, grueling days.
Yet their endings diverged so starkly.
Hindel, born beneath radiant light yet drowning in despair, ultimately losing that luminescence—and Helena, called the Demon King, who dwelled in darkness yet always shone with an unwavering brilliance.
There were more images that followed.
But as Barbaros said, it was far too cruel a tale.
It was merely an ending saturated with Will’s despair and sorrow.
It concluded with him abandoning his very flesh.
Thus ended the story of Will Baghdad.
4.
We emerged from the book.
Barbaros remained silent for a time.
Yoo Sung-hyun, who had satisfied all conditions to inherit the Necromancer Lord’s mantle and needed to return to Cerul Spire, said nothing either.
The two of us stood there, unable to shake the lingering weight.
Then Yoo Sung-hyun was the first to stir and collect himself.
“I should take my leave.”
“Ah, I’ve taken up far too much of your time, hehe.”
Barbaros laughed, but the afterimage still clung to him—his expression somewhat distant.
Yoo Sung-hyun spoke as he observed Barbaros.
“If the opportunity arises again, let’s meet once more.”
“Absolutely! If you ever need the Library, call upon me anytime! Oh, and if there’s any skill you’d like as a reward, just say the word! I’ll craft it for you!”
Thus we parted ways after spending considerable time together.
After exchanging farewells with Barbaros and leaving the Library, my expression was as fierce as a vengeful spirit.
The one who corrupted Hindel, who still manipulates the Hero to this day—that being remained.
I already knew why they had been left alive.
“I will handle it.”
It was left as a task for my successor, Yoo Sung-hyun.
All my servants pledged to follow my fury, and in that moment, I summoned Helena.
Not because I sought her counsel.
“Ahem.”
Helena felt embarrassed, having witnessed her own past directly.
She also appeared deeply remorseful toward the children who had followed her.
Observing Helena, I spoke without thinking.
“Helena, don’t ever do that again.”
“Huh? What?”
“That’s an order.”
At that sudden declaration.
-Yes, sir. Please scold me severely.
-Right, right! I, I deserve to be scolded!
-Ahem, my lord, I share that sentiment.
-I agree as well, Lord.
Somehow, from Nocturnium to Fiora, Leonik, and Baltar—all were speaking with unusual firmness.
Helena watched them with an expression of utter shame, turning her head this way and that, and seeing her like this, Yoo Sung-hyun spoke again with renewed force.
“You understand, don’t you?”
“…Of course….”
I spoke a bit more quietly.
Yoo Sung-hyun regarded Helena with suspicion.
Then.
“Ah, I understand.”
“Even if this homunculus body can be revived again, it’s not allowed.”
“…Yes.”
Only after hearing that firm confirmation did Yoo Sung-hyun depart with satisfaction.
Watching his retreating figure as he walked ahead, Helena’s eyes took on a peculiar expression.
Surely she was the master.
So why couldn’t she move at all?
Well.
In any case, it was her own fault.
Helena silently followed behind Yoo Sung-hyun.
Now he was her master.
The next destination was clear.
First, it was time to obtain the Necromancer Lord.
Though he was thoroughly excited and furious.
Yoo Sung-hyun’s anger was colder than anyone else’s.
With composure regained, he headed toward Septem Arcana, where the Serul Spire Tower stood.
With no one to obstruct him, Yoo Sung-hyun ascended the tower swiftly and could see a longed-for face greeting him warmly after so long.
How could they be so identical?
“Welcome. I have been waiting for you.”
Will Baghdad.
Or rather, seeing Will’s homunculus, Yoo Sung-hyun returned the greeting in kind.
“It’s been a while.”
Previously, he had spoken with formal deference.
But why?
After experiencing all that, it felt awkward to do so.
The usual Helena would have teased him about it.
But now, with the atmosphere being what it was.
I stood quietly behind Yoo Sung-hyun.
In any case, since Yoo Sung-hyun spoke so casually,
Will instead smiled with satisfaction.
“You have satisfied all the conditions.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Now I must transfer the succession to you.”
The transfer didn’t mean Will would disappear right now.
So Yoo Sung-hyun wasn’t particularly worried.
Thus, Will extracted the Necromancer Lord—the excessive power that had been collapsing his physical form—in the shape of a soul.
An orb that resembled countless ash-gray spirits compressed together in the palm of his hand.
Normally, one might hesitate in astonishment at something so extraordinary,
or feel somewhat uneasy.
But Yoo Sung-hyun did neither—instead, he immediately grasped the orb in his palm.
Then,
KUOOOOOOOO———!!!
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of spirits burst forth,
absorbing into Yoo Sung-hyun’s body.
He felt no particular discomfort,
but as Yoo Sung-hyun opened his eyes, he felt the black pillar of light that Will had displayed rising from within his body.
Before his eyes, a message appeared.
[You have acquired the Almighty-rank skill, ‘Necromancer Lord’.]
Upon seeing that brief message, he didn’t bother reading the skill description.
He already knew better than anyone how the Necromancer Lord functioned, from Will Baghdad’s biography.
Watching Yoo Sung-hyun, Will gave a small round of applause in congratulation.
“Congratulations.”
Yoo Sung-hyun looked at Will and smiled gratefully as he spoke.
“How about you take a new name now?”
“…Are you referring to me?”
Will answered in a bewildered voice.
And,
“Each homunculus body should be given its own name, after all.”
Yoo Sung-hyun, already well-versed in homunculi, spoke thus.
Will chuckled as well.
Indeed,
he had now set down the heavy burden of being the Necromancer Lord.
Though he bore the same appearance as Will,
this was a soul born independently, not Will’s own soul.
But still,
“I’ll give you one.”
“….”
At those words, Will felt a slight tightness in his chest.
Though I had lived for quite a long time.
Such emotion was rare these days.
To think I would have a master.
It was quite peculiar, yet the feeling was remarkably pleasant.
And so.
“It is my honor, sir. I have already sworn my loyalty to Yoo Sung-hyun. As a member of Overpalace, it would be an infinite glory to receive a name from you.”
Yoo Sung-hyun spoke as he watched Will kneel on one knee and bow his head.
“Wizzel Baghdad.”
It was a name slightly different from before.
Wizzel—no longer Will—smiled softly at the name derived from his surname and spoke.
“I, Wizzel Baghdad, shall follow you, Yoo Sung-hyun, for all eternity.”
Thus I received a new name.
After this, Yoo Sung-hyun would have acquired the Necromancer Lord as well.
Just as he was about to move forward with his next plans.
Wizzel, having received his new name, sensed Yoo Sung-hyun’s intent and asked.
“Is there any information you require, sir?”
“Ah, I’m curious about the movements of the Sword Saint and the city of Badia.”
“I shall investigate at once.”
With those words, he immediately activated the Magic Tower’s intelligence network at full speed.
Supporting him going forward would prove quite demanding.
The Magic Tower was set into bustling operation.
Yet despite the busyness, why was it?
A long smile was etched across Wizzel’s lips.
5.
A court conference was in full session at the Capital of Riesckan Kingdom, the kingdom of knights.
When one spoke of court conferences, heated debates naturally occurred—it was only natural.
Since ideologies differed and numerous perspectives were required to govern a nation.
Debate was inevitable.
However, this time was somewhat exceptional.
Because the Sword Saint, the highest-ranking official of Riesckan Kingdom who rarely participated, had joined the proceedings.
Within the court conference that had grown eerily silent.
Only the Sword Saint spoke, looking upon them.
“We must conclude the war with the Valian Empire and Wiron Territory soon.”
At that resolute and chilling voice, no one dared raise an objection.
There were far too many reasons to object.
The war between Badia and Wiron Territory had always been an ongoing affair.
In modern terms, it was like professional wrestling.
But now the Sword Saint was suggesting they switch to legitimate combat.
The losses from such a change would be catastrophic.
If this were a war as simple as those before it.
I could have proceeded as always, but to say it must end meant declaring war against the Valian Empire—a conflict that could escalate into a full-scale confrontation.
Until now, it had been a war between cities and territories, but this was a dangerous agenda that could spread to the national level.
Yet no one could stop him.
‘…Ah, but why so suddenly…!’
‘Does the Sword Saint desire war!?’
‘But if we wage war against the empire ruled by the Mana Saint….’
To anyone’s eyes, the Riesckan Kingdom could very well be overwhelmed.
But the Sword Saint would not yield his resolve.
“The war that has continued for centuries—it is time for it to end.”
The Sword Saint spoke thus, offered a smile, and rose from his seat.
As if there was nothing else to discuss.
With that, the Sword Saint turned and left the conference chamber.
Upon arriving at his quarters, he sealed everything with his own power, making it impenetrable to any intrusion.
Then, gazing into a mirror, he opened his mouth.
“Let us speak, Grand Duke.”

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