The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 376

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Episode 376
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4.
A sword was far more difficult to wield than I had imagined.
In one’s imagination, anyone could cleanly sever a bundle of straw, but in reality, directly attempting it revealed that cutting cleanly was beyond reach—one couldn’t even be certain they could cut at all. Such was the nature of the blade.
Even properly aligning the sword’s edge and swinging it might take days to master.
This was precisely why those who first logged into the Eternal World didn’t train against scarecrows in the tutorial without reason.
In countless cases, one could barely handle a sword only with the game’s assistance mechanics applied.
Because of this, NPCs inevitably held low regard for Otherworlders.
They were people who couldn’t even grasp the fundamentals of swordplay.
Ricardo Silverlaine was one such NPC who held this conviction.
Especially as the head of a house that had risen from knight to count in the Riescan Kingdom, known as the Kingdom of Knights.
His pride in the blade seemed to pierce the heavens.
Particularly since the Mirror Blade Arts he had mastered was a lord-tier swordsmanship technique.
Such mastery only amplified his pride further.
Yet now, something felt peculiar about the atmosphere.
‘The stance….’
He could overlook the use of secret techniques.
He understood that the world’s will was aiding the Otherworlders.
But didn’t the saying go that seeing one thing reveals ten?
Especially for Ricardo, who could be called a master of the blade.
To his eye, the grip of the Otherworlder standing before him now was extraordinary.
A foundation as solid as gazing upon an ancient tree.
A stance that couldn’t possibly come from merely years of training—it required at least a decade or more of cultivation.
Not a single tremor in the blade’s tip, not even the slightest wavering.
Evidence that the lower body was equally sturdy, rooted as firmly as an ancient tree.
Ricardo’s eyes narrowed as he observed Yoo-na.
Could there truly be such a skilled swordsman among the Otherworlders?
He had thought he only needed to concern himself with the Overlord, Yoo Sung-hyun.
“A miscalculation.”
Had he known such a swordsman existed, he should have been more cautious.
Had he underestimated them too greatly?
Ricardo Silverlaine, thinking such thoughts, adjusted his grip on his own blade.
Yet unlike Ricardo,
Yoo-na, regarding him with a cold glare, spoke quietly.
“Was it you? Did you lay hands on my brother?”
Ricardo found Yoo-na’s forthright words absurd.
He could understand her coming out asking if he had touched her brother.
But he had lost a son.
Ricardo, thinking once more that Otherworlders were indeed Otherworlders, spoke to Yoo-na with cold fury.
“…Heh. You certainly speak like an outsider.”
“I suppose you earned your position as family head with your tongue?”
“Insolent wench… How dare you!”
“She talks more than the woman herself?”
“….”
Ricardo fell silent at Yoo-na’s words—she hadn’t uttered a single sound.
The viewers watching couldn’t help but click their tongues in response.
-Ouch;;;;;
-That’s spicy;;;;;
-Yoo-na showed up, so I was wondering why there was no trash talk….
Still, it’s not that spicy compared to usual lol
Haha, looks like you got pretty angry.
Yoo-na does tend to have trouble speaking when she’s upset or angry lol
Those who regularly watched Yoo-na’s streams knew this well.
They could tell without question that she was furious to her very core right now.
Even those unfamiliar with her could see from her posture—ready to charge into battle at any moment—just how enraged she was.
From the way she gripped her sword to her readiness to fight this instant.
Her entire body screamed her fury; it would be inexcusable not to notice.
As Yoo-na spoke.
Ricardo nodded in agreement.
“You’re right. Words aren’t necessary.”
“You say they aren’t necessary, yet you keep talking.”
At Yoo-na’s remark, Ricardo’s eyes widened, and in that instant his form blurred and scattered.
Ricardo’s figure, leaving afterimages in his wake, traced toward Yoo-na in faint streaks of light, while Yoo-na’s form likewise began to fade and dissipate, until both vanished like mirages.
When they reappeared, they materialized at the exact midpoint between their previous positions, and simultaneously a violent shockwave erupted and swept through.
Kwaaaaaaaa———!!!
Blade met blade, and the very air split and fractured.
Not cracks, but aura scattered in all directions like a hailstorm, slicing through everything around them as it spread.
Shaaaaaaaa———!!!
Screeeeeech———!!!
As Yoo-na and Ricardo collided, the momentum of the aura spreading from their clash was extraordinary, and both felt it in that instant.
That they faced an opponent who could prove dangerous if they didn’t fight with full power.
Yoo-na, shining at a remarkable 5th place in the Single Rankings, and Ricardo, master of the Earl’s house in the Knight Kingdom of Riescan Kingdom.
Two flawless individuals had begun their collision.
So blindingly fast that only the occasional afterimages bursting through empty air reached the viewers’ eyes, and those watching couldn’t help but swallow hard.
And for good reason.
As technology advanced, live broadcast technology itself had developed to the point where it could apply partial slow-motion like editing.
Yet even with slow-motion applied, the two clashed at speeds nearly impossible to perceive.
-This is insane, too fast???
-Even with slow-mo it’s still fast;;;;
-Just controlling this alone is incredible, but they’re fighting each other in detail like that????
-At that speed????
-They didn’t call her a Single Ranker for nothing;;;;
Unable to help but marvel at the situation, Yoo-na and Ricardo found themselves narrowing their eyes at each other with increasing intensity.
Though not much time had passed, dozens of exchanges had already occurred between them.
And in that process, both had come to understand quite a lot.
At least, it was difficult to discern the opponent’s swordsmanship completely.
‘Troublesome.’
Yoo-na furrowed her brow, recalling the time she had defeated another Single Ranker.
Yoo-na was certainly sensing how troublesome this opponent was.
No matter what anyone said, Ricardo was a master of the blade.
One who had wielded and trained with the sword for decades.
Because of this, defeating him with swordsmanship alone was far from simple.
The openings were narrower than a needle’s eye, and even those rare gaps that appeared were sealed by his spontaneous sword techniques.
Against others, Yoo-na’s talent with the blade and the swordsmanship she had cultivated thus far would have sufficed, but this opponent was not one against whom such methods would work.
Meanwhile, Ricardo harbored similar thoughts as Yoo-na did.
The very fact that he was exchanging blows with this foreigner to such an extent wounded his pride, yet Ricardo remained vigilant without the slightest carelessness.
‘It runs deep….’
The enlightenment of the sword that Yoo-na displayed was far from shallow.
Though not yet as profound as his own, her overwhelming talent allowed her to absorb the swordsmanship he displayed even as they fought.
Just how much talent must one possess to naturally master swordsmanship in the midst of combat?
Indeed, as dozens of exchanges passed, he could not help but be astonished seeing Yoo-na’s blade strikes grow slightly sharper than before.
When was the last time he had witnessed someone with such talent?
Even he himself did not possess talent of that caliber.
And his own son, Reindel, had not inherited such talent either.
Because of this, Ricardo grew more indignant and gripped his blade tighter, gradually beginning to reveal his aura toward that blade now directed at him.
Shhhhhhh.
The aura enveloping his blade reflected everything like a mirror, and seeing it, Yoo-na too began to draw forth her own energy.
Until now, both had faced each other using only the strength of their bodies and technique without employing a single skill, but now it was different.
The spectators also sensed the shift in atmosphere—some watched without even breathing, while others began to cheer for Yoo-na and Ricardo.
-Wow, it’s truly beginning now.
-The probing is over.
-Looks like they’re about to fight for real.
-It starts.
-My chicken just arrived but this is legendary;;;;
Everyone held their breath in anticipation of the intense battle that was about to unfold.
Then Yoo-na’s orange aura surged forth like a torrent.
The orange aura piercing through the heavens with overwhelming force, and that mysterious mirror-like aura that began to reflect all things in the world alongside it.
The moment Yoo-na saw it, she could instinctively make inferences about Ricardo’s swordsmanship.
But Ricardo found it difficult to discern Yoo-na’s aura at a single glance.
An aura that shone brilliantly in crimson—as radiant as the sun itself.
Discerning its attribute proved no trivial matter.
Yet it mattered not.
With Mirror Blade Artz at his command, the attribute was irrelevant.
‘Mirror of auras, blade of mine.’
Ricardo invoked his sword silently, and wielding the blade that reflected all of creation, he swung it toward Yoo-na.
Ricardo’s swordsmanship—having reached heights that even Reindel could not attain—appeared almost phantasmal in its execution.
The blade that reflected the world began to reflect Ricardo himself, and his mirror swordplay instantly conjured dozens of Ricardo’s forms that rushed toward Yoo-na.
The blade that mirrored all creation, the mirror that birthed illusions, had multiplied its master into countless phantoms.
Though they appeared as mere illusions, each possessed terrifying substance—a fearsome cascade of mirror blade strikes descended upon Yoo-na.
Witnessing these phantasms, Yoo-na laughed as if unimpressed, then unleashed an orange aura that tore through the heavens. The orange radiance deepened progressively into crimson, spreading outward in all directions.
As the deep crimson light permeated the world, searing heat suddenly erupted from every direction.
Whoooosh——.
What began as a mere spark ignited into flames that spread with the fury to consume all, and as the heat touched the mirror’s forms, they grew hazy and gradually crumbled—save for a single figure that remained intact.
Or rather, it could not remain unscathed.
As the spark made contact, crimson flames erupted in a roaring inferno, and Ricardo felt the heat, his expression shifting to one of disbelief as he stared at Yoo-na.
“This swordplay… surely not…!?”
“Too late.”
Yoo-na spoke thus and raised her blade.
Ricardo hastily elevated his mirror blade, attempting to swiftly deflect both the heat and the attack.
For the mirror possessed the nature to reflect all things, to refract light and form alike.
He sought to turn the assault back upon her.
Yet—
Whoooooosh———!!!
The crimson flames, born from a mere spark, now blazed with the heat of the sun itself, dwelling within Yoo-na’s blade.
Simultaneously, Yoo-na gripped the burning sword and extended it forth, painting the entire world in crimson.
Then, like twilight cleaving the heavens, a light between crimson and orange stretched outward, and as the searing heat gradually transformed into cutting force, it incinerated all things while simultaneously severing everything ablaze.
Twilight Sword (黃昏劍) Secret Art (奧義) 『Dusk』
The sun descended ever lower, twilight fell upon the sky, and as darkness deepened like the dimming night, all things were reduced to ash like dying embers, consumed and buried beneath.
The mirror blade could not withstand the searing heat and melted away, and Ricardo, together with his mirror blade, was incinerated to ash and vanished in an instant.
A death far too wretched for one who bore the title of master of a noble house in the Riescan Kingdom.

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