The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 340

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Episode 340
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When violet lightning and darkness collided.
Though different in nature, both harbored similar thoughts.
‘Lightning is not an inherent ability.’
This was Yoo Sung-hyun’s realization as he watched Arba attack while wielding violet lightning alongside his spear.
And Arba’s thought was.
‘Three? No, four.’
Just moments ago, he had witnessed it—the simultaneous manipulation of spirit magic, darkness, and flames, three distinct forces at once. Arba couldn’t help but feel genuine admiration.
And there was yet another hidden ability.
Each one flawless, each one exceptional.
Arba unleashed lightning in all directions, pressing his assault relentlessly.
Yoo Sung-hyun didn’t even swing his blade; instead, he scattered darkness in every direction, then wielded his sword infused with violet flames.
Scorching heat and lightning that surged like torrential waves rushed forward to devour one another, while darkness too lunged to consume Arba. Yet the lightning spread rapidly outward, rendering even the darkness powerless to grasp him.
In less than ten seconds, hundreds of exchanges had already transpired.
Both sensed the other’s extraordinary nature, and their thoughts grew heavier.
‘What is his inherent ability?’
Unlike Yoo Sung-hyun, who possessed the powers of multiple lords.
Typically, one possessed at most two.
Even Baron Kalgmir, whom he had fought before, possessed only two inherent abilities—impact and compression.
Yet Arba’s apparent inherent ability seemed to be violet lightning.
But according to Yoo Sung-hyun’s assessment, it was not.
And Yoo Sung-hyun was not alone in trying to discern the opponent’s inherent ability.
‘…What is the hidden one?’
The three revealed abilities, he understood those.
But that final one eluded Arba’s grasp.
A battle between lords, or those who had stepped into transcendence.
In other words, in combat between those of approximately level 300, this inherent ability was truly critical.
Just as the current Sword Saint Roshu wielded swordsmanship imbued with the power of the sun.
Hindel’s Galaxy Sword Dance employed the galaxy’s inherent ability.
Thus, identifying the opponent’s inherent ability made countering far easier.
Yet Yoo Sung-hyun and Arba had not yet fully discerned each other’s inherent abilities.
Bzzzzzzzzzzt———!!!
He wrapped the sinister violet lightning around the spear shaft and spun it with tremendous force.
With each rotation, the velocity accelerated further, growing ever faster. Just as the violet lightning seemed to form a perfect circle.
The violet light flashed brilliantly as he thrust the spear point toward Yoo Sung-hyun.
Crackle-crackle-crackle———!!!
The torrent of violet lightning surged forth, revealing its ferocious nature.
Violet heat rose up, pushing back the very atmosphere itself and all things within it, tearing asunder the gaping maw of lightning that sought to bite down sharply.
Whoooosh———!!!
As flames and lightning intertwined, violet and purple hues momentarily blended into a single radiant color.
Yoo Sung-hyun unleashed a sword strike wreathed in darkness, and Arba, refusing to be outdone, thrust a spear enveloped in lightning.
Blade and spearpoint met.
Their forces wavered and transferred to one another—the ashen abyss flowed through the spearpoint into Arba’s hand even as purple lightning-like energy coursed through the blade into Yoo Sung-hyun’s palm.
In that instant.
Tremor, tremor, tremor.
Tingle, tingle.
Both felt their hands quivering and growing numb.
“…?”
“…?”
They exchanged bewildered glares before gripping their weapons anew and launching a relentless barrage of strikes at each other.
One, two.
Colliding blade and spear scattered razor-sharp auras through the air as violet flames, darkness, and purple lightning radiated outward with piercing intensity.
Then, as purple lightning and darkness surged toward each other.
Kwaaaaaang——!!!
A colossal shockwave erupted, hurling them apart as they retreated through the air in perfect symmetry.
Both reeled from the violent impact, and in that moment of mutual scrutiny, they understood.
Yoo Sung-hyun, sensing the tingling in his hands, realized his opponent’s unique effect was erosion, while Arba, watching his trembling palms, perceived that Yoo Sung-hyun’s hidden ability was fear.
Fear and erosion.
Similar yet fundamentally different, these two powers drove them to lock eyes before charging at each other without hesitation.
Yoo Sung-hyun’s sword, wreathed in fear, scattered the deepest darkness imaginable to drag his opponent into the abyss, while Arba thrust his spear infused with erosion that mimicked lightning.
The blade, perfectly aligned with the spearpoint, collided with flawless precision, yet fear consumed erosion even as erosion stained fear with its color.
As they canceled each other out and vanished.
Both felt it simultaneously.
‘Through sheer….’
‘…skill.’
Each other’s abilities proved ineffective.
Darkness, flames, spirits, fear.
All four converged in an attempt to contain erosion.
Yet erosion, in turn, stained all four with its own hue, seeking mutual annihilation.
The two evenly matched battles grew precarious like a taut, drawn string, and equally fierce.
Spearpoints rained down like precipitation falling from the heavens.
Yet each thrust was gracefully absorbed as if by a tranquil lake, the blade sweeping them into unified streams before returning them like an enraged tide.
Kwaaang——!!!
Screeeech———!!!
Kuung! Kwagagaga———!!!
Savage auras bared their fangs endlessly toward one another.
Their abilities eventually annihilated each other, leaving only spear technique and sword technique standing.
Yet even Yoo Sung-hyun’s swordsmanship was ever-changing.
At times it carried swift strikes faster than lightning itself, at times it possessed a gentleness that embraced all things, and at times it became a tyrannical blade that shattered everything.
Every transformation that harmonized with everything else was now visible.
Arba couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the sight.
“Hahahaha! You’re insane!”
Had there ever been a fiercer battle than this?
I cannot use Erosion.
No—even repeated applications prove useless.
If it doesn’t work, it might as well not exist.
So I hurled my spear again and again like lightning, no—like chain lightning.
But against Yoo Sung-hyun’s ever-shifting swordsmanship, I began to lose ground.
My spearcraft was fast and heavy, that’s all.
That’s it.
Yoo Sung-hyun’s swordsmanship contained everything.
Should one call it the convergence of all streams?
The tide of battle darkened.
The taut string pulled toward my side, and it was merely a matter of when it would snap.
Yet Arba’s eyes gleamed with light.
“You too.”
Yoo Sung-hyun returned Arba’s words about being insane.
Though Yoo Sung-hyun’s swordsmanship shifted unpredictably with each moment.
He could not completely overwhelm Arba’s heavy and swift spearcraft.
Yoo Sung-hyun was not faster than Arba, and despite swinging heavily, his strikes were lighter than Arba’s.
With speed and weight combined, the spear tip was truly tyrannical—the more Yoo Sung-hyun blocked and evaded, the more his stamina drained away.
On the surface, Arba appeared disadvantaged.
But upon closer inspection, they were evenly matched.
Only Yoo Sung-hyun knew this truth.
‘So that’s how he’s coming at me.’
Arba possessed a heart, so fighting was akin to wagering his life.
He threw his life into battle itself.
Burning his existence, giving everything.
The Erosion that consumed Arba’s life gradually swelled in size, revealing its form plainly.
Kwajijijijiji———!!!
A raging storm of lightning erupted from Arba.
To erode everything in this vicinity.
Yoo Sung-hyun focused, watching Arba.
Normally, one should focus on one, not four.
The more one’s attention scattered, the more one’s concentration and power diminished.
But Yoo Sung-hyun did not do so—he insisted on four.
It was not mere stubbornness.
As if I had realized something.
‘It’s not about doing each one separately.’
The Overlord is a being that transcends all lords.
And the lord of all lords.
Thus, the only existence capable of ruling all lords.
Such thoughts flickered through Yoo Sung-hyun’s mind.
Soon, one of Helena’s sealed revelations within him began to unfold.
Possessing multiple unique abilities could simultaneously become a poison.
Was it not said that a person who practiced one kick ten thousand times was more terrifying than someone who knew a thousand different kicks?
It was the same principle.
Then must he abandon everything else?
No, that was not so.
‘The Overlord is….’
A greedy existence.
One must make everything their own and wield it.
With that thought, Yoo Sung-hyun could comprehend it.
‘It is like swordsmanship.’
Had he not trained to contain the secrets of multiple sword techniques in a single strike?
As all of it began to meld into Yoo Sung-hyun.
A faint light flowed from his eyes.
Meanwhile, the violet lightning—no, the erosion that burrowed into everything like lightning, slowly tainting all with itself, which had been spreading in ten thousand directions, was now unified into one, its mass swelling even larger than the size that had first swept through Wiron.
Then, as if to erode everything in the world, he poured forth his demonic energy.
All of it became erosion and flew toward Yoo Sung-hyun.
Kwagagagagagaga!!!
As the flash of erosion that would corrode all things shot forth.
The light flowing from the eyes of Yoo Sung-hyun, who had gained enlightenment, was instantly dyed into a galaxy.
Was he about to cast the Galaxy Sword Dance?
No, something was different.
Arba did not know the Galaxy Sword Dance either.
But sensing that the atmosphere was different from before, he stared blankly at Yoo Sung-hyun.
‘The erosion has already been fired.’
It was erosion imbued with his full power.
Even he in his complete state would struggle to block it—the greatest and most supreme attack.
Thus, there was certainty that he could not stop it.
However.
One by one, something began to be contained within the sword holding the galaxy.
Then, as Yoo Sung-hyun raised his sword, countless spirits dwelled within it—the sword that had initially contained a vast galaxy—and those countless spirits became living, breathing stars beyond counting within the galaxy.
As stars began to live and breathe within the sword, no, the galaxy.
The light emitted by the stars became heat that illuminated the surroundings, and within that heat burning like life itself, the darkness that burrowed between the gaps of the galaxy as if coveting that life became a darkness from which even starlight could not escape, devouring all that approached him.
And as his eyes met something vast and seemingly tangible, kneading that entire galaxy.
Arba’s body trembled in an instant with fear.
‘What… is that?’
As if accepting something of an indescribable caliber.
Madness began to sweep through.
I had forgotten what I even witnessed.
No—I had to forget in order to survive.
Yet no matter how hard I tried to forget, those eyes remained seared into my memory.
They would not leave my mind, threading through the corridors of my consciousness like sticky fingers brushing past my thoughts, filling me with an unsettling dread even as—
A star infused with soul and the heat it radiated, darkness lurking behind it, hungrily seeking to devour it, and something observing all of it with serene indifference—all appeared simultaneously.
A galaxy was born.
And
the Galaxy Sword Dance Secret Art—『Galaxy Sword』
swung the galaxy.
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The erosion that sought to engulf the world was cleaved by the galaxy, unable to taint anything, splitting into two halves.
And Arba, who stood behind that erosion, was likewise split in two along with his heart.

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