The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 362
A single clash.
Through that clash, Seong was able to clearly gauge the power of the Masked Lord.
‘So this is what 80% looks like?’
Mirrorblade Arts.
Should he call it a swordsmanship of reflection?
The level achievable through the power copied from Reinndel was exactly this much.
He briefly considered whether he should continue maintaining the Masked Lord’s power and face him like this.
But instead, he shook his head.
Sword of Mirrors.
Just how far could it reflect?
Expecting something, Seong unleashed his own swordsmanship.
It had been quite a while. As the dark energy coiled around Seong’s sword and rippled, Reinndel’s eyes narrowed.
It was a swordsmanship he had never seen before—and the mere fact that an Overlord was using a sword was itself surprising enough to provoke such a reaction.
However, Reinndel’s movements neither slowed nor hesitated.
Papapapapapa—.
Kicking off the ground and air, Reinndel accelerated even faster.
A swordsmanship never seen before?
That was the case with all enemies.
Overlord wielding a sword?
He only needed to bring him down.
Reinndel charged Seong, wielding a radiant blade infused with a brilliant spectrum of color that reflected another world like a mirror.
He had accelerated so rapidly that he arrived alongside a storm. As he swung his sword at Seong, Seong responded by swinging his own blade shrouded in darkness.
In that instant, as though the world were seized by darkness, shadows surged—but the sword imbued with light created a pitch-blackness identical to that darkness, and the two clashed.
Kagagagagagaga———!!!
A ferocious torrent-like darkness collided and rippled out in all directions.
Everything touched by the darkness either lost its light or was swallowed and cut off by it.
Had Reinndel been struck by it, one of his five senses would have been instantly severed.
Sensing this, Reinndel looked on with intrigue.
And as Seong unfolded Helena’s crazy strong swordsmanship—something he hadn’t used in ages—he felt a peculiar sensation.
‘This is...’
Helena’s Crazy Strong Swordsmanship.
A silly name, perhaps, but its power was no joke.
Until now, Seong had only drawn out two techniques of Helena’s crazy strong swordsmanship, but both were powerful enough that he was satisfied. And yet... something felt off.
As expected.
The moment Seong thought that—
Several messages flashed before his eyes.
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Crazy Strong Swordsmanship』 proficiency has increased.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Crazy Strong Swordsmanship – Darkness』 secret technique has been revealed.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Crazy Strong Swordsmanship – Darkness』 is now compatible with the Lord of Darkness.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Crazy Strong Swordsmanship – Darkness』 advanced forms have been unlocked.]
As soon as he saw those system messages, the sword techniques of Helena’s Crazy Strong Swordsmanship – Darkness were imprinted into Seong’s mind.
For a normal user, this forced influx of knowledge might’ve been disturbing or uncomfortable—but to Seong, who naturally absorbed ghosts’ memories, it was an all-too-familiar sensation.
Thanks to this, Seong was able to awaken the swordsmanship of darkness and gain several advanced techniques, akin to the Galaxy Sword Dance.
Though it was a skill obtained by raising proficiency, its power felt nothing short of incredible—which was fine by him.
Thinking that, Seong gripped his sword wreathed in darkness and smiled.
He had likely nearly mastered the power of the Lord of Darkness, which raised the skill’s proficiency. As Reinndel came charging, shrouded in darkness like the Lord of Darkness himself, Seong swung his blade.
Fwaaaaaa———!
Like mist, darkness scattered and blanketed the surrounding area.
Not like a crashing wave—but rather like a fog that appeared the moment one blinked, darkness consumed everything around them. At that moment, Reinndel tried to slash through the shadows with his blade.
But—
“...?!”
He couldn’t cut it.
The darkness simply spread, devouring the light, consuming all color and brightness.
A pitch-black void in which not a single ray of vision could penetrate.
As if all senses and perceptions were severed, Reinndel had no choice but to be momentarily shaken—but even so, he calmly analyzed the situation.
Quickly, he confirmed whether his own sword ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) technique was still active.
Only then could he feel somewhat reassured.
‘It’s being reflected.’
One of the core traits of Reinndel’s Mirrorblade Arts was its ability to reflect all negative debuffs or curses applied by an opponent, and even replicate blessings or buffs the opponent gave themselves—applying them to himself as well.
If the Masked Lord’s strength had broad utility in bestowing power to many...
Mirrorblade Arts specialized in one-on-one duels by creating equal conditions.
That’s why Reinndel, having all his senses and feelings severed, could conclude that his opponent was suffering the same.
Both were swallowed in pitch blackness—unable to see or sense one another.
And yet, somehow—Reinndel swung his sword toward Seong’s location and attacked.
Relying solely on the muscle memory of a body that had wielded a sword for so long, he struck toward the last known position of Seong. Seong, too, sensing the entirety of the darkness, countered the attack with his own, and the two exchanged fierce blows.
To an observer, it was like watching a meticulously choreographed play.
Reinndel’s blade slashing diagonally toward the upper right, Seong tilting his body to deflect it while retreating, then countering from left to right.
Reinndel narrowly evading by stepping back, then advancing again and slashing downward—only to be blocked once more by Seong.
Kuaaaaaaah———!!!
Kugugugugugu————!!!
From their clash, the surrounding area was engulfed in a storm, collapsing as darkness spread outward—but the two themselves, unable to feel anything, continued unaffected.
It was a sight that stirred awe.
Even Seong’s vassals were in awe as they watched the battle.
Especially Helena, who looked thoroughly pleased.
“Ahaha! That’s our Seong, alright!”
Though Helena herself—her original self—had never used this swordsmanship she once created, she could feel what kind of thoughts had gone into crafting it. She marveled at the way Seong wielded it.
Not only was Seong using it exactly as she had once envisioned—he was taking it a step further, performing it on an entirely higher dimension.
While Helena admired the scene, Valtar, Silvanor, and Leonic—three master swordsmen—also voiced their admiration.
— The form is magnificent.
— As expected of our liege.
— “Your swordsmanship grows sharper and sharper.”
Seong’s fundamental movements and footwork, considered the most solid in the world, were becoming increasingly dominant in the darkness, pushing Reinndel back.
When Seong had first copied Mirrorblade as the Masked Lord, he had been the one pushed back—but now, the tide had turned.
As the darkness slowly faded like a melting mist, the two emerged—both bloodied and covered in wounds.
Though Reinndel was being overwhelmed, he was no pushover. Seong had no choice but to suffer his own share of wounds.
Once the darkness melted away, vision returned—and so did sensation.
Reinndel, chilled to his spine, looked at Seong—and realized that the members of his knight order, whose presence he’d felt earlier, were now gone.
‘...Already?’
He had expected his knights to struggle—but not to the point that they couldn’t even hold out this long.
Staring at that reality, Reinndel turned back to Seong—who was now once again cloaking his sword in darkness.
The darkness clung thick to his blade, and as Seong wielded it, he muttered inwardly.
‘I should test that next.’
He had never tried it using dark energy before—but he had a feeling it was possible.
As he gripped the sword with that in mind—
Reinndel, eyes filled with unease, raised his sword as well.
‘I must absorb it.’
He already possessed the artifacts that could usurp the power of a Lord.
All he had to do was kill Seong—and he could absorb it and flee.
Once Seong was dead, the vassals would surely disappear.
Believing this, Reinndel gripped his sword tightly, ready to respond to whatever power Seong used. He poured his full strength into it.
And so, just like a mirror reflecting the entire world, the sword in his hand became the Sword of Reflection—poised to counter Seong’s attack.
But then—
“...What the—!!!”
It didn’t reflect.
The sword strike Seong unleashed was not reflected, and with that came a strange feeling.
There should’ve been a surge of dark energy erupting from Seong’s blade—but nothing emerged.
Thinking that was the reason it hadn’t reflected, Reinndel stepped in to close the distance.
Sssssshhk!!!
Something sliced cleanly across his chest.
He couldn’t see it. Couldn’t feel it.
Even after being cut, he didn’t know what had hit him.
Looking down at the long gash across his armor and torso, Reinndel stared at Seong with an expression of utter disbelief.
And just as Seong gripped his sword again to strike—
Reinndel saw it.
A massive reaper, not wielding a scythe—but a sword—was standing behind Seong, aiming its blade at him.
And before he could react—
Sssssshhk!!!
Another gash tore through his upper body.
“Guhk!”
He coughed up blood. His chest was split, and crimson sprayed through the air.
Only then did Reinndel understand.
“...I can’t see it?”
An attack had struck him—one that had erased itself completely from the world.
Darkness with the power to sever perception and sensation.
In other words, darkness that had erased even its own sword strike from existence.
Thus, he hadn’t perceived the attack—only been cut by it.
And when Reinndel realized this:
Helena’s Crazy Strong Swordsmanship Secret Technique: 『Void Sword』
Realizing he couldn’t defend against it, Reinndel paled and tried to flee at once.
But—
“Hmmm, I still have more things to test. Sorry, but you’ll have to stay.”
As Seong said that, a massive curtain of darkness formed between him and Reinndel, and despair filled Reinndel’s eyes.
He had thought himself strong.
But above the sky, there was yet another sky?
The moment Reinndel realized that—he gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and charged once more.
But when did it happen?
Seong’s already-swung Void Sword had severed Reinndel’s neck—and as Seong looked upon him, he turned his gaze to the Mirrorblade Arts mask held in his other hand and smiled faintly.
“So this means I absorb it 100%, right?”
The moment he murmured that with satisfaction—
Several system messages appeared before Seong’s eyes.
