The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 375

3.

In the Silverrain Territory, a variety of sword arts had been passed down, with Mirrorblade Arts at the forefront.

This was especially true for the vassals.

In fact, vassals possessed swordsmanship of a higher caliber than ordinary knights, and sometimes entire knightly orders were founded, modeled after their swords.

The Burning Sword and the Raging Sword.

The two vassals now standing before Seong were of that sort.

The Burning Sword had produced the Red Lance Knights, and the Raging Sword had created the Wind Lance Knights.

Though they stood among the upper line of vassals, the two of them had joined forces to block Seong’s path.

Wig, wielder of the Burning Sword, and Mile, wielder of the Raging Sword.

“You must be the one who killed Lord Reindel, heir of Silverrain.”

“They say you are called the Overlord? Without Overpalace’s power, you will never be able to stand against us.”

Hearing them spout such laughable words, Seong briefly wondered what he ought to say, then simply shook his head and drew forth the power of the Faceless Lord.

At once, a mask rose from his shoulder.

A mirror-like mask emerged above him, and the two vassals could not help but be shaken.

For Wig and Mile knew very well what that mirror meant.

Their eyes narrowed at the realization that Seong had stolen the Mirrorblade Arts.

But Seong cared little for that. Handling the Faceless Lord’s power, he was organizing his insight.

‘So it works like this too.’

A faint smile crossed Seong’s lips as he drew on the strength of the Mirrorblade Arts.

Ku-gu-gu-gu———.

Shattered stones nearby began to rise, and a dense aura spread out in all directions.

Seeing this, Wig and Mile each gripped their swords and charged at Seong.

There was no further need for words; they wanted nothing more than to rip him apart on the spot and appease Reindel’s soul.

Driven by such thoughts, Wig and Mile swung their swords.

The first strike came from Wig, master of the Burning Sword.

Fire attribute martial arts and magic were, in truth, all too common.

But Wig’s swordsmanship was a little different.

While most would create flames through mana or aura, Wig’s swordsmanship began to ignite the very air itself.

‘Oh.’

Even Seong found himself a little impressed by this attribute.

In other words, it was swordsmanship that restricted breathing.

But when Mile swung the Raging Sword—

At once, the surrounding air stirred, making Wig’s flames even fiercer, and in a moment they burned away every breath of air around, leaving even Seong gasping for breath.

Whether martial arts or magic, all living beings had to breathe.

To imagine that they would block breath itself while pressing the attack—it was certainly a threatening strike.

But Seong simply flipped his hand as if turning his palm, and the Mirrorblade Arts left only its attribute in his hand, which the Faceless Lord’s power instantly transmuted into lordly power.

Fwoooooooosh———!!!

That colossal vortex of flame born from the sword strike—

With a single sweep of Seong’s hand, it was reflected and instantly hurled back upon Wig and Mile.

In an instant, all the air in the area burned away, suffocating them.

Seong chuckled lightly, having put the power of reflection to full use.

Should he be called the Mirror Lord? Or the Reflection Lord?

What did it matter?

He had already made the Mirrorblade Arts into a lord through the Faceless Lord’s power.

Surely other things could be done as well.

With that thought, Seong briefly drew forth one of his other powers.

Helena’s “Super Strong Swordsmanship.”

The third technique, one he had not yet used.

『Helena’s Super Strong Swordsmanship – Third: Destruction』

That sword art transformed into the power of a lord, shifting into one of the Overlord’s inherent lords.

Though it had not yet reached the realm of a Secret Art, an overwhelming force was released, and feeling it, Wig and Mile quickly snuffed out the flames that had been reflected back at them and swiftly readied themselves.

All air in the area was gone; they could neither breathe nor speak.

Sound itself could not be heard or conveyed without the medium of air.

Even so, the two of them sensed something extraordinary.

The power of Destruction brought a keen sense of alarm, and Seong watched them with a mischievous smile.

Then—

The Lord of Destruction manifested upon the earth, and as Seong grasped that power in his hand—

Wig and Mile widened their eyes and quickly raised their swords, trying to defend with their own auras.

But—

Cla-aang———!!!

Like glass shattering, their auras broke apart in an instant.

Even though they had drawn out their full strength,

With just a playful flick of Seong’s hand, it was destroyed.

They should have mustered their strength again to defend, but—

There was no time.

The power of reflection spread like a web, rebounding the broken energies and manifesting them before the two vassals.

For Wig, it was flames that burned the air; for Mile, winds that slashed sharp and wild. Both attacks crashed down upon them.

They groaned, but with no air around, the sound could not be heard.

They quickly regained their senses and steadied themselves again—

But unfortunately, Seong had no intention of letting go now that he had seized the upper hand.

The powers of two lords, made manifest through the Faceless Lord.

The Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Mirrors.

When these /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ two powers combined at once, they unfolded in an unexpected direction.

Mirrors reflect everything.

So too does the world.

The mirror that reflected this world suddenly began to crack under the force of Destruction, and that fracture manifested in reality.

Kwa-jik———!!!

For the briefest of instants, in a fleeting moment, the world itself cracked, and the objects reflected in it were none other than Wig and Mile.

The world that reflected them cracked, and in that instant they realized.

‘Ah.......’

‘Aah......!’

Something within the world that composed their being had cracked, and soon—

Jjeo———jeok!!!

Jjeo————eok!!!

Unable to withstand the fracture, their bodies shattered apart.

In that moment, they realized.

That playful sweep of Seong’s hand—

Had fractured space itself.

[Overlord Secret Art: 『Origin Collapse』]

Not merely a power that damaged space, but an Overlord’s Secret Art that destroyed the very origins reflected in this world.

It was but a shallow Secret Art, not yet reaching the true depths of its nature.

Yet even so, Wig and Mile’s origins collapsed, leaving them unable to maintain form any longer.

Their figures crumbled entirely, not even dust left behind.

The viewers who saw this could only stare in dumbstruck silence.

Most of them had no idea what they had just witnessed.

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

-What the hell did he just do?????

-Did the world just... crack?????

-Was that a Secret Art too??????

-Just how many Secret Arts does he have???????

-Whoa, insane. Isn’t that too many?

-Isn’t this over the top????

The chat flooded with such reactions.

Of course, Seong was not looking at the chat.

Nor did the viewers expect him to answer. They typed feverishly regardless.

-Can someone really have that many Secret Arts????

-Even then, isn’t it usually like two, maybe three???

-I remember most single rankers had around three.

-But I think we’ve already seen four????

-Exactly;;;

Indeed, the viewers had seen about four different Secret Arts, so their confusion was only natural.

Just as a few were trying to sit down and analyze things carefully— 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The battle ended, and as Seong’s feed vanished, the viewers screamed in despair.

-No, no way!!!

-Show us more!!!!

-Demon King, put the video back on right now!!!!!!!!

-BAM BAM BAM!!!! Delivery’s here!!! Please, just open the door!!!!

But Seong did not appear again, no matter their cries.

In any case, Seong himself, unaware that some were watching his footage separately, shook his head as he recalled the two vassals erased from the world.

The viewers might have made a fuss in the chat, but Seong only thought it a little regretful.

It might have been overkill against the two of them, but—

The idea of combining the third sword art, Destruction, with the Mirrorblade Arts had given him such a brilliant idea, and he couldn’t complain about that.

Still, the mana cost was enormous, draining his ocean-deep reserves to nearly empty.

Even if it was a shallow Secret Art, it was a technique that touched upon the very origin of existence. The consumption had been expected, but the inefficiency was worse than he had thought.

‘Hmm... against anyone higher level or rank than those two, it’d be too hard to use.’

Wig and Mile’s estimated level was 350.

But in truth, their standing was below even Reindel’s, which was why the technique had worked.

The lordification of Mirrorblade Arts as the “mirror that reflects the world” had been clearly achieved, but the power of Destruction was still far too weak.

Had Wig and Mile been lord-class, it would never have worked.

The efficiency was poor, the versatility worse.

For now, it seemed destined to remain a Secret Art for farming weaker opponents.

Still.

‘At least I figured out how to use the Faceless Lord properly.’

And his ability to wield the lords’ powers had evolved greatly as well.

To handle Mirrorblade Arts in such a way was something even Ricardo, Silverrain’s lord, could never have achieved.

For in truth, applying the mirror’s power as a mirror reflecting the world was something that should have been impossible.

Helena, having dealt with the territory lord, could not help but marvel as well.

“As expected of you, Seong. To have reached that point already......”

“Ahem, well, something like this.”

Seong scratched his head shyly as usual.

But Helena’s words carried far more weight than usual.

She was truly astonished.

It had taken her a long time to reach that point.

Yet Seong, having obtained the power of the lords only recently, was already applying it at that level.

Honestly, even Helena could not help but be impressed by such monstrous talent.

“It looks like we can move on to the next stage.”

“The next stage?”

When Seong asked back, Helena nodded.

Just as she was about to explain something—

Suddenly, a massive wave of force spread out, and sharp killing intent rained down.

At that moment, Seong and Helena turned their heads, and there, none other than Yuna and Ricardo were locked in battle.

Seeing that, Seong chuckled and said to Helena,

“Shall we watch that first before we talk?”

Helena could only nod, as if saying she couldn’t stop him.

Indeed, battles of that level weren’t something one saw every day.

In a sense, it could be called study.

Thinking the same, Helena answered,

“Alright, sounds fun.”

At her words, Seong and Helena immediately moved, turning their attention to the battlefield.

And there, they could vividly witness Yuna clashing against the Mirrorblade Arts.