The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 370

The aura Seong had created using the Faceless Lord was incomplete.

Even so, that distinct aura was unmistakably radiating a presence.

Death Lord.

The power of a ruler who was death itself, who governed all death, was made palpable.

The Deathbone Dragon, Belzarach Drakxion, even stripped of his soul and with his intellect crushed deep into the abyss, still retained the primal instincts within his body. Those instincts were sharp enough that upon sensing the power Seong now displayed, he couldn’t help but tremble.

Especially because Belzarach was one who bore the bones of death itself.

The deathly aura was vivid and inescapable.

The same power of death that had been used in his creation was manifesting right before him.

Even if small and incomplete, it was still death.

Belzarach froze for a moment.

—Aaah...

Emitting a strange sound, he stopped, and Seong began shaping that aura of death.

He already understood that this imperfect power—formed by binding together the forces of three different lords at once—was not yet something he could fully control.

So he wrapped the Death Lord’s power around his own body.

And then—

Darkness that wasn’t quite darkness, a black-ink mantle... and terror that wasn’t quite terror, a staff, suddenly appeared in Seong’s hands.

The moment they saw him in that form, all of Seong’s vassals and his legion bowed their heads toward him.

Not out of will, or out of loyal devotion.

It was simply instinct.

Fwoooosh—!

The aura that absorbed all the death in the surroundings and proclaimed to the world that he alone was death... in that presence, Belzarach couldn’t help but feel the deathly power draining from himself.

He felt the greedy hand of a ruler that could even seize death that had already been bestowed.

And he realized—instinctively—that this one was his master.

Yet, for some unfathomable and unjust reason, he could not resist the urge to defy that master.

—Kraaaaaahhh!!!

Whether it was a roar or a cry steeped in sorrow, Belzarach’s wail echoed mournfully around them. Seong, in turn, extended his staff toward the dragon.

Normally, Seong was far more accustomed to a sword than a staff. But not now.

He gripped and extended the staff as if it were second nature.

A magic circle began to take shape at its tip.

A ruler could freely wield the power they governed... but Seong could not yet fully command the Death Lord’s power, so what he could use was limited.

And yet, it felt more than enough.

Seeing the magic circle before Seong’s staff, Belzarach moved first.

Had he sensed danger?

Even diminished, his massive frame still swung a colossal forepaw, rending through space itself with that giant claw.

Just before those four sharp talons could reach Seong—

The magic circle activated.

From the completed circle, grotesque chunks of flesh swelled outward.

They formed lips that mouthed something toward the incoming claw.

Those murmuring lips sang death, and a wave shot toward Belzarach’s forepaw. The instant he realized what it was, he knew his limb’s end had come.

[Overlord Secret Art — Death Lord: End]

Seong’s turquoise eyes gradually darkened into a foreboding black. Fixing his gaze on Belzarach, the dragon retreated quickly, even after losing an arm, and unleashed the aura of death toward Seong. Countless black-bone spears materialized in the air and shot toward him.

Darkness washed over the world, as if night had fallen, and the sky was filled with those black spears.

Another magic circle bloomed from Seong’s staff.

These were skills usable only in the Death Lord state.

And now, another one unfolded.

[Overlord Secret Art — Death Lord: Reaper’s Guidance]

From behind Seong, a massive arm shot forth, as if drawing a curtain, lightly seizing the air. Space itself seemed to harvest away all things, and every spear of black bone rushing toward him vanished.

Belzarach felt the injustice of it.

And he was not alone—

Millions of viewers watching Seong felt the same.

—???????

—What am I even looking at???

—What the hell??????

—He just deleted a skill????

—That’s a secret art???

—Where in the hell do you find a secret art like that??????

—Even if it’s a secret art, come on, what IS that...

As if witnessing a terror beyond comprehension, the viewers swallowed hard at the incomprehensible sight.

It was baffling enough that he was fighting evenly against a world raid boss.

But a secret art that could erase a world raid boss’s skill as if deleting it?

It was beyond belief.

And on top of that, he’d already displayed a secret art capable of causing something akin to limb loss.

It was no wonder the viewers were gripped by fear.

—He’s gotta be at real ranker strength now, right??

—Could a double ranker even solo a level-250 world raid boss?

—That means the Demon King already has single-ranker strength?

—Either way, I don’t think we can just sit back and watch anymore.

—Just how much power does the Demon King have?

They were now comparing Seong directly to single rankers, and no one could deny it.

What Seong displayed now was not a majesty that even single rankers could easily show.

And Belzarach, too, felt what the viewers felt.

Realizing there were only a few things left he could do in this state, he began drawing out everything he had.

[Though time remains on its Authority, the world raid boss, Deathbone Dragon Belzarach Drakxion, will sacrifice itself to use its Authority.]

[Block the Authority, “Breath of Death,” with an invincible skill.]

A sudden warning appeared.

Viewers exploded in commotion.

—Holy shit???????

—Wait, that’s actually possible?????

—I’ve heard raid bosses will sometimes burn themselves to use Authority or strong patterns if they meet a truly unreasonable opponent...

—And now this raid boss is doing it? That means the Demon King is THAT threatening???

—Damn.

—So that’s the same breath that wiped out all those knights earlier???

—Even the Demon King might not be able to block that????

The system’s warning sent the chat into a frenzy.

Belzarach Drakxion, a world raid boss, was using a do-or-die finisher out of fear.

Of course they were excited.

But Seong simply looked at Belzarach with composure, extending his staff to form another magic circle.

Meanwhile, in Belzarach’s enormous maw, a deathly aura far stronger and more condensed than before gathered—obviously extraordinary at a glance.

It radiated the intent of a breath far more lethal than before.

As expected, the system issued another warning.

[If hit by the world raid boss Deathbone Dragon Belzarach Drakxion’s Phase 2 Authority, “Breath of Death,” all resurrection effects will be nullified.]

[Death penalty will ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) also be doubled.]

The absurd warning sent the viewers into another uproar.

—You can even block that???

—Resurrection effects get nullified???

—Shouldn’t you just dodge it??????

—Too late!!!

—Ah, it’s firing!!!

As the chat went wild, Belzarach unleashed a beam meant to drag all into death.

If the previous attack had been a breath, this time it was a beam—the breath condensed to its absolute limit—and at that same moment, Seong’s magic circle completed.

Death took shape in the circle, and the completed magic circle resembled a beating heart.

The ominous black in Seong’s eyes swirled faintly with turquoise, and black, blood-like liquid erupted from the magic circle.

Compared to the concentrated death beam, it seemed weak, like a mere stream of water—yet why?

——————!!!

It tore apart the concentrated beam, swallowing it as if absorbing it, swelling as it went.

The unknown black liquid—killing even that beam of death—grew larger, swelling into a massive tidal wave. The unstoppable calamity stripped the beam of all power, then surged forward until it reached Belzarach’s front.

Belzarach gaped at it, and in that moment, understood what it was.

[Overlord Secret Art — Death Lord: Apocalypse]

Faced with that technique that could bring death even to the world itself, Belzarach was swallowed by that world of death. Even his proud, hardened black bones crumbled into dust as he felt death closing in.

Normally, it would have been time to transform into his third form.

But shrouded in the world of death, Belzarach understood—

Just like his own Breath of Death, this was a kind of power that left no possibility of resurrection.

A system message appeared before Seong.

[Overlord Secret Art — Death Lord: Apocalypse has deleted the world raid boss Deathbone Dragon Belzarach Drakxion’s Phase 3.]

Beyond unfair—

The message was beyond reason, yet Seong accepted it as natural, exhaling as he released the Death Lord state. The viewers, stunned, could not even type in the chat.

A secret art that could erase a boss’s third phase—what could they even say?

While they were all left speechless—

A message appeared that the viewers could see as well.

[As the price for Death Lord, level decreases by 20.]

[Level falls to 250.]

[Previous stats reduced accordingly due to level decrease.]

It looked like a hefty penalty.

But the viewers scoffed at it.

—So you can shred a world raid boss’s third phase for just 20 levels?

—That’s broken as hell;;;

—Insane...

Even with the level drop, most realized Seong’s power was simply absurd.

And Seong himself felt the same. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

‘That’s busted.’

Even he acknowledged it was broken.