The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 368

For any being with a sense of self, solitude was a deadly poison.

No one was a complete, perfect existence; no one could truly live alone. Even those who lived in isolation could not escape feeling lonely.

Even Helena, who was once so lofty and unshakable, had felt loneliness.

That alone was enough to show how lethal it could be.

When one felt abandoned—left truly alone—that loneliness became a blade that cut the soul, raking its edge across the world.

Unable to move because he was commanding the draconic soldiers, Belzarach was shredded by that blade of loneliness that tore at his soul, his flesh ripped apart in its wake.

Kwaaaadududuk—!

With a chilling sound, as though his soul itself was being torn to shreds, his body, too, was rent apart.

In that excruciating agony that seemed to sear right down to the marrow, Belzarach opened his jaws wide and let out a guttural moan of pain.

It was the perfected form of a secret art—True Void Sword—achieved without even having to pour in massive amounts of mana.

The Galaxy Sword, the ultimate technique of Galaxy Sword Dance, came with the crushing cost of a near-death experience.

The True Void Sword wasn’t quite as devastating in price—but it also wasn’t quite on par in power. Still, against a World Raid Boss like Belzarach, who was meant to be worn down in a battle of attrition, it was the better choice over Galaxy Sword.

And the gamble paid off.

When Seong cleaved into Belzarach with the True Void Sword, slicing away as though ripping off a wing, one of the massive wings was torn from his body and came crashing down to the ground.

Kuuuuuuung—!

That wing was larger than most mountains, and when it struck the earth, the impact sent massive tremors through the surroundings.

Watching it fall, Seong caught his breath and broke into a wide grin.

“Got it.”

Helena, beside him, answered sincerely, smiling at his unguarded joy.

“Impressive.”

It hadn’t been long since he’d awakened the Void Sword—and already, he could wield the True Void Sword with such skill. She’d thought it was just a matter of time after he gained the Faceless Lord, but even she hadn’t dreamed it would be this soon.

Helena was convinced more than ever that Seong’s talent was real. She smiled at him, then said—

“Leave the rest to us. Belzarach won’t be moving for a while.”

Seong, a little worn down, nodded. At that, Helena, Fiora, and Noctrynium leapt into action.

First, Noctrynium moved the fallen wing as though absorbing it into the earth, embedding it deep in the ground. Manipulating Belzarach’s bones like minerals, he dismantled the wing bones one by one and reformed them into a colossal hand. That massive hand stretched toward Belzarach and struck.

Meanwhile, Fiora transformed into the largest living form she could take—

a true dragon, unlike Belzarach’s skeletal form, with flesh and sinew intact.

Stronger now than before, Fiora shifted into the form of a young adult dragon and unleashed a breath so powerful it could only be called a divine authority.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah—!

Following that overwhelming breath, Helena opened her eyes and murmured softly.

“This may be all the strength I have left... but I’ll give it everything.”

With those words, Helena wielded both celestial and abyssal power. One angel’s wing flared from her right, one demon’s wing from her left. She soared into the sky, releasing her might.

The ashen abyss intertwined with radiant celestial light as the Lord of Heaven and the Abyss opened her eyes.

Her left eye gleamed with the abyss’s gray, her right with the brilliance of heaven.

Two opposing powers—yet under Helena’s guidance, they merged into one. Gradually they blended into something beyond gray, beyond light—into a force that defied comprehension.

That force pierced through the storm clouds and fell to earth.

It was light. It was abyss. It sank all things and illuminated all things, descending as a single spear.

When it struck the ground—

as though the earth itself were being sucked into the abyss—a massive hole yawned open beneath Belzarach, dragging him down. The spear impaled him mid-descent, driving clean through a spine as vast as a mountain range.

Kwajijijijik—!

A hideous sound rang out as cracks spread through every vertebra of Belzarach’s spine.

Its sheer destructive power defied words.

But no one was surprised.

This was Helena.

To weave together two opposing forces so lightly, to control them beyond the limits of cognition—

even Seong had no choice but to watch and learn.

Incredible...

While marveling, Seong swiftly worked to restore his own strength.

Though Helena and a few of his vassals were attacking Belzarach, most of his forces were still holding off the draconic soldiers.

Recovering quickly, Seong joined the assault again, wielding darkness, hellfire, fear, blood, necromancy, and Mirror Blade Arts against Belzarach.

2.

When Seong unleashed the True Void Sword on Belzarach, the viewers froze in stunned silence.

They had just witnessed something overwhelming, a technique they could barely describe.

- What the hell is that????

- Looks like one of those ultimates single-rankers use...???

- Wait, he can already use an ultimate???

- Even double-rankers rarely have one—usually only single-rankers can pull it off...

- And the Demon King isn’t even a ranker yet, just messing around in the 250s??

In Eternal World, an ultimate was more than just a trump card—it was devastation incarnate. No wonder everyone was shocked.

Seong wasn’t even at the tail end of triple-ranker yet, and here he was, using one.

And then Helena unleashed what looked like her own ultimate, fusing heaven and abyss into a single spell.

The chat exploded into incoherent disbelief.

- ??????????????

- What the hell is that now??????

- Wait, can vassals even use ultimates???

- H-hold on, that demon knight, demon mage, and the other vassals are using ultimate-like skills too???

- Turning into a dragon and breathing like that—isn’t that basically an ultimate???

- Pretty close in scale, yeah...???

- What the hell is going on????

- He’s got over ten vassals, and all of them are using ultimates???

- Is this... actually winnable???

It was natural for them to be rattled.

Seeing Seong use one was already enough to drop jaws—but now all his vassals were pulling out techniques on that level.

- Okay, they’re a bit weaker than true ultimates...

- But that still means they’re in that league, right???

- Ultimates can only be stopped by ultimates;;;

- You can’t block them with anything else???

- Yeah, exactly.

Given the sheer weight an ultimate carried, the fact they were using them at all was insane.

But regardless of the viewers’ confusion, Seong and his vassals were locked in fierce combat—

their first time going all out against an opponent.

After about ten minutes—the moment when authority could be invoked again—

the draconic soldiers holding the lines against the Legion of Death and the vassals began to melt away, their forms dissolving and streaming toward Belzarach.

[World Raid Boss, “Deathbone Dragon, Belzarach Drakxion” uses Authority.]

[Authority, “Form of Death” begins.]

At that, Seong barked an order.

“Fall back.”

In perfect coordination, every unit withdrew—Helena and his closest aides included.

The melted draconic soldiers began to coat Belzarach’s body. Seong could only smirk as he watched.

Absorbing the melted soldiers, Belzarach’s massive, pale skeleton darkened, drawing in not only the draconic troops but the deathly miasma around them—becoming blackbone, the Form of Death.

His size, once vast and unwieldy, shrank to barely half, a mere few hundred meters. That smaller frame was denser, more compact, and his eyes gleamed with lethal intent.

[World Raid Boss, “Deathbone Dragon, Belzarach Drakxion” has used “Form of Death.”]

[Phase 2 begins.]

[Warning]

[The second phase of a World Raid Boss is more dangerous than anything else.]

[10 minutes until Belzarach’s next Authority.]

Seeing that notice, Seong’s expression turned cautious.

Viewers, meanwhile, were floored.

They’d forced a World Raid Boss into Phase 2 in only ten minutes.

For a solo player, it was less an achievement and more a near-impossible feat.

Still, Seong had taken heavy losses.

- Looks like the Demon King’s army is almost halved.

- Yeah, maybe a third of what it started with.

- Hard to tell since they’re spread out, but yeah—definitely lost more than half.

- Isn’t Phase 2 going to be a problem, then?

Even though it looked like Seong might win, the state of his forces told another story. The boss was still dangerous.

And now, smaller and faster, Belzarach would be an even trickier opponent.

In truth, Seong’s legion—once a hundred thousand strong—was down to about forty thousand. They had been gathered over a long time alongside countless souls, and it was a shame to see them so reduced. But many had been utterly destroyed, their bodies beyond repair—making resurrection extremely inefficient.

The viewers understood that as well.

- Even for the Demon King, reviving ones that broken is a waste.

- Better to have him spend the mana on another big skill.

- Exactly—another ultimate would be way more worth it.

While chat buzzed, Seong just gave a faint chuckle.

The remaining forty thousand began hauling the fallen together—

and they piled them beneath Belzarach’s body.

Then someone in the stream noticed something odd.

- ??? Are they... delivering corpses under him???

- Huh? There’s green smoke coming from there...

- ...Wait.

And in the next instant—

From beneath Belzarach, a blast of green smoke erupted into a massive explosion.

The green light spread, enveloping an area # Nоvеlight # as large as Belzarach’s original body, then detonated again—its force swallowing multiple mountains. The shockwave was so vast and fierce it seemed to cover the world.

Kwaaaaaaaaaang—!

The earth heaved like a tidal wave, upheaving and scattering debris. The blast scoured a territory-sized swath of land, leaving behind a colossal crater.

The force was so overwhelming that magma surged up from below, erupting and flooding the area in heat.

And from within that molten glow, a black-boned dragon rose, letting out a low, menacing growl as it fixed its gaze on Seong.

—Krrrrrr.

Looking at Belzarach, Seong murmured with a tinge of regret.

“Guess the days of cheesing it with this trick are over.”