The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 319

As darkness, violet flames, and terror collided with Serumagra’s Distortion Fist, a massive shockwave erupted, shaking the entire mine.

——————!!!

Everything the wave touched vanished without a trace—obliterated to nothing.

Within that collapsing space, both Seong and Serumagra were pushed back by each other’s force, and what remained at the point of impact was a vast crater, shaped like a sphere.

Then, belatedly—

KUGUGUGUGUGU——!!!

The mine quaked violently as though struck by a massive earthquake.

But neither Seong nor Serumagra paid it any mind. They stared at each other.

From that brief clash alone, they had both understood something vital.

Those were not attacks meant to end things—they were probes, meant to test each other’s strength.

And both of them realized the same thing from it:

‘...This isn’t a joke.’

‘Not an ordinary opponent.’

Seong could feel his spine go cold as he looked upon the void left behind—his darkness, violet flame, and terror completely erased.

That Distortion Fist shattered and warped everything it touched.

Just grazing it could mean death.

He had used powerful skills, and yet to Serumagra, that had just been a basic attack—an ordinary strike.

Which made it even more terrifying.

Sure, that attack was probably the kind you only throw once per fight—

But that didn’t make the opponent any less formidable.

On the other hand—

Serumagra looked down at his trembling fist, his mouth twitching.

It almost resembled a grin—or perhaps a scowl of frustration.

But one thing was certain.

‘He planted fear into my fist.’

In other words, Seong’s fear had seeped in—his terror had penetrated the attack that was supposed to obliterate everything.

Still, Serumagra poured more demonic energy into his fist—

And soon the trembling stopped.

He’d crushed the fear embedded in his body.

It was a simple resolution.

But his expression didn’t ease.

He had finally found a worthy opponent after so long.

As the two glared at each other—

Light suddenly flashed.

Serumagra's fist tore forward again, distorting space.

Seong responded by blanketing the world in darkness.

Through it, the Distortion Fist surged ahead, splitting the void like a single beam of light cleaving the night.

CRACK! CRACKLE—!

CRACKLE-CRACKLE-CRACKLE——!!!

Cracks spread across the incorporeal darkness. It shattered completely.

But as the violet hellfire followed, threatening to consume all—

Serumagra felt something.

That flame—was not just flame.

In the blink of an eye, the violet blaze turned translucent and began to merge with the surrounding darkness.

It melted the shattered void and absorbed it as its own.

And as the oppressive darkness infused the flames—

The now-translucent inferno became an unseen but searing wave of heat, silent yet deadly.

‘...Huh.’

Serumagra stared—not saw, but sensed—the fire.

It couldn’t even be seen, and yet it burned on, melting the interior of the mine and turning the surroundings into molten earth.

The heat was so intense—

Even Serumagra, with his overwhelming body, began to sweat.

But without hesitation, he compressed his demonic energy deep within and reinforced his fist.

WUUUUUUNG——!!!

His condensed fist twisted the air more violently than before.

With a spiraling vortex of warped space, his punch launched.

Infused with the full force of distortion and destruction.

The melted mine, the lava-soaked ground—it was all disintegrated instantly, wiped clean.

Like an eraser scraping away the world.

‘Insane.’

Seong saw the punch hurtling toward him and instinctively vanished into the darkness, cloaking himself with it—

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!!!

Even the faintest touch of that distorted demonic energy had begun to disintegrate Seong’s left hand.

The moment he realized it—

He swung his sword with his right hand, slicing through his own arm.

SSSSSSHH.

The severed arm disintegrated midair, vanished without a trace.

Just grazing that fist really could kill him.

Seong gave a crooked smile.

It had been a long time since he’d faced an enemy this lethal.

Still gripping his sword, now one-armed—

He was fine with it.

As he grinned—

Just as Serumagra was about to rush him for the finishing blow, something felt... off.

He froze.

“...?”

A creeping fear had infiltrated him.

And then, Serumagra finally realized—he was missing a leg.

“Huh.”

If Seong had lost an arm, Serumagra had lost a leg.

Seeing it, he gave a small, amused laugh.

What a bizarre opponent—one who wielded the power of three Lords.

He hadn't even realized when his own limb had been taken.

“Must’ve ridden my fist back to my leg.”

“Right on.”

Neither of them showed concern over their missing limbs.

Both understood—those weren’t going to regenerate.

Serumagra had lost mobility—but didn’t care.

Seong clenched his sword tighter, summoning the power of the galaxy. Starlight gathered around his blade, and orbits of stellar energy began to revolve around him like satellites.

Serumagra saw it and shook his head.

‘He’s got all kinds of powers, doesn’t he.’

Still—it only made the fight more thrilling.

With a slight bend of his remaining leg—

CRACKLE-CRACKLE-CRACKLE———!!!

His fist tore the air.

The ground beneath his foot fractured under the pressure.

And then—

FWOOOOM————!!

The air itself shattered, a sonic boom exploding outward.

Seeing the unimaginable speed of Serumagra—

Seong wrapped himself in starlight and launched forward like a meteor.

At the same time, darkness spread out like spears, each imbued with hellfire heat, launching in every direction to form a net of destruction.

But Serumagra scoffed.

With a single swing of his left arm—

Cracks spread through space itself.

The fractures reached the dark spears—

And then—

CRACKLE-CRACKLE-CRACKLE-CRACKLE———!!!

The ruptures spread across the darkness, and the spears dissolved, swallowed by distortion.

As Seong closed in like a meteor—

Serumagra’s fist tore forward, ready to shatter even starlight.

But in that moment—

Serumagra felt something... eerie.

A dark witch appeared behind him.

Holding a turquoise needle threaded with matching strands of energy, she cackled with a twisted smile.

Kikikikiki—

And then—Distortion was shut down.

Seong’s galaxy-infused sword cut through Serumagra’s fist.

SWA—SHHHT!

In that slashing moment—

The galaxy’s darkness enveloped it all.

And Serumagra—felt pain. And the loss of sensation.

A sense disappeared.

As he tried to retreat—

Seong melted into shadow.

Then, moving unnaturally fast—as if fast-forwarded in time—he slashed Serumagra four more times across the chest.

SPT! PSHOOOO—!!

Deep slashes carved across his torso.

They weren’t physically deep.

Even with Distortion gone, the demonic energy cloaking Serumagra hadn’t dissipated.

But the five slashes had erased every sense.

Touch, taste, hearing, smell, and sight.

Everything was gone.

He couldn’t even tell he’d been hit.

A normal person wouldn’t be able to move like that.

But Serumagra was a warrior—

Among warriors, one who had trained more relentlessly than any other.

Just because he’d lost his senses didn’t mean he’d lost all ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) he’d honed.

He shattered the turquoise threads sealing his mouth and channeled Distortion back into his fist—then slammed it into the ground.

He couldn’t feel it.

But he knew it had landed.

As Serumagra thought this—

Seong watched, utterly shaken.

‘He’s insane.’

With every sense severed, most would flail helplessly, unable to orient themselves.

Yet Serumagra remembered every motion—executed them perfectly—and pushed Seong away.

Unable to follow up due to the distortion spreading around him, Seong- retreated swiftly.

Serumagra crushed Seong’s darkness and opened his eyes again.

“Incredible.”

It wasn’t a fitting thing to say while breaking out of a trap—

But the sincerity in his voice was unmistakable.

Seong felt it too, and tightened his grip on his sword.

Serumagra reformed his stance, clenching his remaining fist.

One-armed Seong and one-legged Serumagra—

Both radiated killing intent as they charged at each other once more.

Seong flew like a meteor, wrapping himself in darkness and flame—embedding fear within it.

Serumagra, cloaked entirely in demonic energy, flew in with brute, chaotic force.

But that very crudeness was what made it so deadly.

And as Seong poured everything into his strike—

Darkness, flame, and terror surged forward like a tsunami, aimed at Serumagra.

‘Incredible.’

At first, even three Lords’ powers combined equaled the strength of a single Lord.

But now, he had surpassed that.

As they fought, Serumagra could feel it.

He was growing stronger with each passing moment.

It was astonishing.

But—

He still wasn’t there yet.

Which is why—

“KRAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Serumagra roared as he launched a fist imbued with enough distortion to engulf the entire mine.

Twin forces erupted—

Seong’s torrent of dark-flame-terror clashed with Serumagra’s reality-erasing punch. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

One rose like a black pillar—awakening’s signal.

The other—

Ripped across the mine horizontally, cleaving it in half.

The entire world trembled.

Their clash bleached reality.

Even those observing from outside couldn’t help but shudder in terror.

“W-What the hell is that...?”

“Th-The scouting team... They’re okay, right?”

“W-What’s going on in there...?”

The first black pillar had already seemed abnormal.

But this? This energy wave was rewriting the world.

Even the extermination unit stationed far from the mine felt the pressure.

If either of those energies hit them, the entire squad would be wiped out.

That much power—

Even from outside, it was clear.

Inside, it was far worse.

Where Seong and Serumagra had fought—

It was as if the upper half of the mountain had been sheared away.

Gone, completely.

Dirt clouds billowed like mushroom clouds in the aftermath.

And in that scorched space—

Two figures still radiating overwhelming energy stared each other down.