The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 342

It was the skill he’d forgotten about—the one Helena had told him to hold off on using.

The skill was called Demonic Knight Summon.

But since he never used it, Seong had simply forgotten about it.

And now suddenly?

Seong tilted his head in confusion.

Helena gave him a bright smile.

“Yep. If you use it now, it'll be a bit different.”

“...?”

A skill could suddenly change?

That thought crossed his mind, but if Helena said it, there had to be a reason.

Now that another Lord had awakened...

That might be the cause.

So Seong opened up the skill Demonic Knight Summon to check—

Sure enough, it had changed.

『Demonic Knight/Magus Summon』

→《Almighty》

→[Lv Max] [Perfected Form]

[Instant Activation] [Active Skill]

[Current Summonable Units: 1]

A demonic knight who walks from hell under the command of their Lord becomes the Lord's instrument of judgment.

A demonic magus who walks from hell under the command of their Lord becomes the Lord's enforcer of law.

→Exclusive skill for Overlord class.

→Summons a demonic knight or demonic magus from hell.

→The summoned knight or magus is loyal and wields either a sword or magic, matching the user's level.

→One summon per every 100 levels.

Demonic knights or magi can enter the Underworld.

Skill has transformed due to the user possessing four or more awakened Lord-class skills.

“Huh?”

“Right? It changed, didn’t it?”

A demonic magus, huh...

Seong looked over the details with growing interest.

So that’s why she told him to save it.

He already had two demonic knights, but not a single demonic magus.

Come to think of it—

‘Most of my vassals are melee types.’

Other than Fiora, who could be considered an all-rounder, the rest were mostly close-combat types.

The more ranged units, the better.

Right now, the only ranged vassals he had were Helena, Serpina, Anemore, and Kalisha—just four.

Noctrynium was technically ranged too, but he functioned more as a support than a direct combat unit, so he didn’t count.

So yes, there was definitely a need to recruit a magus.

‘I didn’t have a proper mage who could lead the Death Legion either.’

It really was perfect timing.

If he’d ignored Helena and used the skill earlier, even if it had turned into a magus-type, he wouldn’t have been able to summon it until level 300.

Realizing that made him a bit dizzy.

So what would a demonic magus be like?

As he pondered, Helena offered an explanation.

“Hmm, demonic magi are similar to knights. There’s not much difference, but ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) they specialize in hell magic. Drakanos and Valtar are both knights, right? They use hell-style swordsmanship. That’s the kind of distinction you’re looking at.”

“Hmm.”

That made sense.

Drakanos and Valtar had slightly different sword styles.

Compared to Silvanor or Leonic, their techniques were more sinister, more fitting for the underworld.

Aside from that, they were mostly the same.

So if this one was a high-tier mage who just happened to use hell magic, that would be perfect.

He thought about summoning it right away.

But—

Seong shook his head.

Something about it just...

‘Feels like a headache waiting to happen.’

He remembered the kind of chaos that came with summoning Drakanos and Valtar.

He was already worn out from the fight with Arba.

If anything more exhausting happened now, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Best to rest.

“I’ll take a break today.”

“Mm~ That’s a good idea~ You did great~”

Helena said with a warm smile.

Seong nodded in agreement.

The other vassals also offered their farewells, and with a familiar logout message, Seong logged out.

It had been a wild day.

Of course he was tired.

As he exited the capsule and collapsed onto his bed, a strange thought crossed his mind.

‘Come to think of it... this was probably the Sword Saint’s doing. He’s gonna be pissed.’

It had been a coincidence, but Seong had foiled one of the Sword Saint’s plans.

And on top of that—

‘There’s still more I need to investigate.’

Like the spies from Badia.

He needed to find out more about them.

With that lingering in his mind, Seong closed his eyes, completely worn out.

And promptly passed out.

4.

News of the sudden large-scale war between Badia and Wiron spread rapidly.

It swept through the Rieskan Kingdom and Varlan Empire like wildfire, eventually reaching the Sword Saint’s ears.

But it wasn’t the news he was hoping for.

Instead, it was something entirely different.

“...What did you say?”

“...The Marod Knights were annihilated, and the war ended in a disastrous defeat.”

“...Ha.”

The Sword Saint let out a laugh, incredulous.

Defeated? With that level of power?

Why?

The question rose immediately in his mind.

The knight delivering the report trembled as he continued.

“...They say... an outsider called the Demon King sided with Wiron—”

But he never finished the sentence.

His head was sliced off where he stood and incinerated into ash in an instant.

The Sword Saint’s sword aura moved too fast to be seen, severing and burning the knight's head in one stroke.

But even that wasn’t enough to calm the Sword Saint’s fury.

His face turned flushed and pale, the color of his sword—like a sun ready to erupt.

Again. The Overlord again.

That bastard got involved again.

His rage boiled.

But beneath it, he felt something else gnawing at his soul—disbelief.

“Ghhk...”

Even so, the rage wouldn’t settle. It only intensified.

It didn’t matter why the Overlord was in Wiron.

What mattered was that the bastard had destroyed the Marod Knights and ruined his plans.

Fine—let’s say the knights died. Whatever.

But had they gathered the corpses and blood they needed?

That was the key.

A demon under his command quietly gave a report:

—It appears even the blood and corpses were taken by the Overlord.

“...He’s not even worth grinding to pieces...”

Grinding his teeth in quiet fury, the Sword Saint had to admit—he couldn’t act right now.

He couldn’t go to the Overlord himself.

He had at least sent a Baron—Arba.

But even he had failed.

Which meant—

‘At minimum, a Viscount. No, to be sure, I’d need to send a Count.’

A Count would get the job done.

But sending a Count-level demon to that region was extremely difficult.

Even sending a Viscount would be a challenge.

That’s why he’d sent the fully seasoned Baron, Arba.

The Sword Saint had no choice but to grind his teeth.

If he waited for the Overlord to rise to his level, that bastard would only become stronger.

‘I need a method.’

At this rate, all his plans would fall apart.

He had to think of something fast.

As the Sword Saint racked his brain—

A knight suddenly burst into his office.

“What is it?”

He snapped irritably.

The knight trembled at his tone.

He knew one wrong word could get him killed.

But he had no choice.

He swallowed and bowed.

“W-We found it.”

“Found what?”

“...Traces of the Galaxy Sword Dance.”

Thud!

The Sword Saint sprang to his feet, his eyes lighting up.

“You’re sure it’s the Galaxy Sword Dance?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Where was it found?”

“W-Well...”

The knight hesitated.

The Sword Saint’s energy flared.

The knight gulped and answered quickly.

“It—it was discovered near Nocturne.”

“...Nocturne?”

The Sword Saint’s face contorted.

Nocturne.

To outsiders, it was known as the eighth region—managed by Overpalace.

The Sword Saint ground his teeth and bit his lip.

His expression twisted as he muttered: 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

“Nocturne...”

A place far from Heptarion, where he’d discovered it originally.

It was a location one could technically reach via portal—

But still, it was abrupt. Too abrupt.

A city under Overpalace control.

Sending Rieskan knights there wouldn’t be easy.

So he began to calculate.

“Summon Badia’s espionage agents. Pick those who can be sent to Nocturne.”

“...Y-Yes, sir.”

“And once they’re assembled, have them infiltrate carefully. Take your time if you must—just make sure they aren’t discovered.”

“Yes!”

The knight, fearing for his life, fled as quickly as he could. The Sword Saint didn’t even glance at him.

‘Did Overpalace get their hands on the Galaxy Sword Dance?’

That thought crept in.

And with it, came certainty.

‘If they’re chasing after their weakness, then the Galaxy Sword Dance must be the Overlord’s weakness.’

Smiling grimly, the Sword Saint nodded.

The Overlord’s weakness.

It had to be reclaimed at all costs.

With that, the Sword Saint resumed his duties.

Then he paused.

‘Wait... the Overlord is still in Wiron, isn’t he?’

He couldn’t help but feel uneasy about Badia’s espionage agents.

But espionage was classified even among the kingdom’s top brass.

There was no way the Overlord would know.

Reassured, the Sword Saint returned to his work.

5.

After Seong logged out—

Deputy Lee Won-sang busied himself, moving quickly from department to department.

He left other user management to Oh Jin-hyuk and was now following up on another matter.

“Has the travel permit been issued?”

“Oh, for user Seong, you mean?”

“Yes.”

It had been a pending request for a while, so the other department answered with recognition.

Once he received the permit data, Deputy Lee scratched his head and murmured to himself.

‘Feels a little risky to issue this when the Sword Saint’s got him in his sights...’

But Seong probably already knew that.

Best to issue it and let him use it freely.

It was the player’s choice, after all.

Chairman Park Won had given clear instructions to respect that.

After receiving all necessary data, Deputy Lee began the process of assigning the travel permit to Seong’s character.

‘Well... he’ll handle it however he wants.’

If it was Seong—

He had every confidence he’d do just fine.