The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 268
4.
Once you reached level 200, even a city-wide event could feel like a festival.
And the tournament hosted by the Cerule Spire of Septem Arcana was exactly that.
It wasn’t just a celebration for the few—
It was a festival for all who loved Eternal World.
That was because events hosted by NPCs were also livestreamed by the Eternal World platform itself.
Even lower-level users could fully enjoy the show.
Thanks to that, players had more to enjoy, and the overall mood was electric.
Whenever an event like this happened, the forums would explode with posts.
[Title – Who’s gathering for the Tower’s tournament?]
[Author – ShieldDPSMain]
“Looks like they’re going all-out this time, lol.
I heard NPC teams can enter too if they meet the level requirement?
Lmao, this is gonna be hilarious.”
[PoisonAndRun]: Lol tbh I never watch the big guild livestreams!
└ [ShieldDPSMain (OP)]: No money... huh?
└ [PoisonAndRun]: Your DPS is too damn good... ;;
Unlike the big-name guild-produced livestreams, the Eternal World broadcast was free to watch—
So of course it was wildly popular.
And to top it off, the quality wasn’t that far off from the guild-made ones either.
For players, the value-for-cost ratio was insane.
Naturally, the Septem Arcana event drew massive attention.
The participation of the notorious party Forbiddens only added fuel to the fire.
But another reason this tournament was such a big deal—
Was the fact that NPCs could also enter.
[Title – Who do you think’s gonna win this one?]
[Author – PotionScavenger]
“They said NPCs are participating too, right?
So could there be ones even stronger than Forbiddens?”
[HealIsMine]: Nah, no way. NPCs are pretty weak compared to same-level players.
[LegendaryBladeFan]: I saw some players teaming up with NPCs though?
[NoManaMage]: Any guilds entering?
└ [MaxTankCantHeal]: Yeah, but none of the big ones from what I’ve seen.
└ [AOEIsMyLife]: Makes sense. Big guilds wouldn’t bother. Magic weapons have a bad rep anyway, and those jobs are way less efficient than other Legendaries.
└ [InfiniteBuffBot]: Still, the broadcast’s gonna be fun, right?
└ [NotANinja]: lmao agreed.
└ [WhenDoICrit]: The broadcast just started!
└ [GoldShower]: I’m diving in now!
And with that, the live broadcast officially began.
5.
High atop the Cerule Spire—the heart and true ruling power of Septem Arcana—
The Master of the Tower stood at the peak, quietly overlooking the city.
His pale blue eyes took in the entire city at a glance.
Yet within them, no emotion could be found.
Only a subtle crease in his brow betrayed that he felt something.
Even as the tournament he had arranged was about to begin,
He made no move to leave the spire.
He simply remained there, silently observing the city.
And then—
A translucent, pale blue aura in humanoid form appeared behind him.
It spoke with a tone of mild rebuke.
—Master, the banquet is about to begin.
Why are you still here?
The aura clearly disapproved.
The Tower Master responded with indifference.
“...I’m not going.”
—Were it any other time, I would’ve accepted that answer and withdrawn. But this time is different, is it not?
“......”
At that, the Tower Master turned his head slightly, irritated.
The specter with the bluish glow—
Despite its appearance, it was a diligent servant who handled many of the Tower Master’s tasks.
Still, the Tower Master spoke as if annoyed.
“You’re unusually forward.”
—If another Lord has arrived, is it not your duty to observe them?
“...Hmmm.”
Another Lord.
Those words carried weight.
In other words—
The Master of Cerule Spire was also a Lord—one of the rulers.
He had known from the moment the other Lord set foot in this city.
Even so, the Tower Master scratched his head, troubled.
“Something about the energy feels familiar...”
—Did you think you could remain hidden forever?
“I faked my death, went into hiding... I can’t reveal myself now. The banquet isn’t a one-time event.”
The specter shook its head, as if resigned.
Truthfully, it wanted to keep pushing—
But it also knew all too well how stubborn its master could be.
So it backed off, murmuring agreement.
Now alone again, the Tower Master looked back down at the crowd gathered before his tower.
‘A familiar presence.’
This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.
And yet it was a presence he had never encountered before.
Was it someone he once knew?
Or perhaps the heir of someone he once knew?
Come to think of it...
‘Those zealots finally found their master, didn’t they?’
The ones who called themselves the royal court—
He smirked, thinking of Overpalace.
This might turn out to be entertaining.
They’d said the city had installed magical screens so even civilians could watch.
So the Tower Master, too, connected to one of the viewing panels.
He would observe how the event unfolded.
As the screen opened—
Participants began to appear, entering the space he had designed.
‘Let’s see what kind of Overlord this one turns out to be.’
A tournament with the Demon Palace—a bow infused with demonic energy—as the grand prize.
Even though it was known that Forbiddens would be participating, the number of applicants was staggering.
Every team consisted of four members, yet over 100 teams had signed up.
The total easily exceeded 150 teams, judging by the crowd.
The noise from the throng was deafening.
But most of them—just chaff.
Some of the more skilled players, however, scanned the surroundings as soon as they recognized them.
‘Damn it. There they are—forbiddens.’
‘Seriously, no matter how many times I see them, they look downright monstrous.’
‘We’d better keep our distance from that crew.’
Among the crowd, a certain group stood out the most.
Their leader, Jaya, stood with his arms crossed and eyes closed.
Next to him was Keron, smirking as he surveyed the surroundings, a black spear in his hand.
Beside him, Beltaine held a black staff, and their youngest member, Ired, who hadn’t yet acquired a magic weapon, stood silently.
Every one of them radiated an ominous and overwhelming aura.
Players, sensing this, began to quietly distance themselves.
But they weren’t the only group drawing attention.
“Look over there—one of the NPC teams. They’re knights.”
“Whoa, even knights are participating?”
“I mean, NPCs are usually weaker for their level, but knights are a whole different story...”
“Damn, there are a lot of high-level participants.”
The source of the whispers: four knights, each adorned with a feather crest.
Each one carried themselves with intense sharpness, and it was obvious to onlookers that they were far from ordinary NPCs.
Not just any knights—the Featherwing Knights, one of the well-known orders from the Kingdom of Rieskan.
Of course players were wary.
And then—
“Check it out—those must be Cerule Spire apprentices.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding... the Tower’s mages too?”
A team of mages wearing pale-blue robes emblazoned with the Cerule Spire’s sigil.
From knights to the magic tower.
As players grumbled about how ridiculous this was getting—
Another team caught someone’s eye.
“That team in the black robes... something’s off about them.”
“Yeah... kind of creepy.”
“I don’t even want to go near them.”
“No kidding.”
There was a team that gave off a chilling, almost haunted atmosphere.
They hadn’t done or said anything—
Their faces were hidden deep beneath the hoods of their black robes—
But something about them gave off a pressure that couldn’t be ignored.
They were clearly trying to suppress their presence—
But as the saying goes, a gem in a sack still shines.
Their unnerving aura had players swallowing nervously.
People were beginning to wonder—
Could they be on par with Forbiddens, Featherwing Knights, and Cerule Spire’s apprentices?
In the end, everyone here was a competitor.
Anyone joining the tournament had their sights set on victory.
Tension was thick in the air as each team mentally prepared themselves.
At that moment—
An NPC resembling a spirit floated into the air, gripping a microphone.
[Is everyone ready!!!]
A booming voice, like a sports commentator.
But no one flinched at the volume.
Players knew it was a broadcasting spirit created by Eternal World.
NPCs recognized it as a guest summoned by Cerule Spire.
Either way, no one was surprised.
Everyone was simply bracing themselves—because it meant the tournament was beginning.
Unlike the general crowd preparing in a frenzy,
The four aforementioned teams—
Forbiddens, Featherwing Knights, Cerule Spire Apprentices, and the Black Robe Team—
Remained perfectly still.
They simply waited, composed and focused.
And then—
The air around them rippled.
Together with the broadcasting spirit, all 150+ teams were swallowed by spatial distortion.
Transporting that many players at once—
It reminded everyone of just how powerful the Tower Master truly was.
As the endless crowd vanished, one player team stood ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ alone, disoriented—
Only to find themselves deep in a lush, oppressive jungle.
“A survival match?”
“Sure looks like it.”
“Tch... looks like they’re filtering for survival teams first.”
“With this many teams, it makes sense.”
While the player team murmured—
The spirit’s voice rang out once more from high above.
[Round One is a survival challenge! It will continue until only 32 teams remain! Endure this brutal jungle and survive!]
With that declaration,
A glowing number appeared above the treetops—visible from anywhere in the jungle.
[157]
The current number of participating teams, it seemed.
Just as the players were about to start moving—
[154]
“...Huh? Wasn’t it 157?”
“Yeah? Wait... it changed?”
“Was that a glitch?”
“Did we read it wrong?”
As confusion spread among the team—
A mocking laugh echoed from the jungle ahead.
“Heh... thinking you misread it? That’s rich.”
The moment they heard the voice, everyone raised their weapons.
They weren’t total amateurs—they reacted fast.
But—
Shk—shhk!
“Gahk!”
“Urk!”
“AAARGH!!”
In the span of a breath, three of them collapsed.
The one standing ahead had already moved.
Before they could even react—three were dead.
The last survivor, hands trembling, looked up in horror.
A man holding a black spear.
Keron, second in command of Forbiddens.
The lone survivor tried to lift their weapon again with shaking hands.
Keron sneered.
“You think I missed you?”
With that, he raised his spear.
The player felt their vision split down the middle—
“Je—...”
They never finished the word.
They collapsed.
Keron chuckled.
“Leader was right. Splitting up was a good call—we picked them off clean.”
Grinning, he slung his spear over his shoulder and walked off.
His steps were light—like a predator enjoying the hunt.
