The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 384

6.

The path leading into Mugan was longer than expected.

Only after passing through a long corridor did Michael’s party arrive at the 70th floor they had previously cleared.

At a glance, an eerie aura flowed out of the place, and Seong looked around with keen interest.

Mugan wasn’t built like a single dungeon—it was structured more like a tower.

As Seong watched, he recalled what Helena had said.

“This was created by the three Lords—Despair, Destruction, and the Abyss, right?”

The Lord of Destruction had shattered the ground, the Lord of the Abyss had created the pit, and the Lord of Despair had planted despair within it to give rise to the monsters.

This was certainly a place where those three forces could be felt vividly.

Of course, only Seong could perceive it—and even for him it was difficult to distinguish clearly. But since he was familiar with Destruction and the Abyss, he could infer the remaining one.

The aura of Despair indeed felt a bit alien.

“It’s similar to fear, but not quite.”

The commonality it carried made it feel somewhat akin to the Abyss.

As Seong quietly took in the 70th floor without making much of a show, Michael was different.

Even upon arriving here, he was chattering non-stop, as if to flaunt his banter.

Watching Michael keep his mouth running for the sake of the stream even as they walked, Seong was impressed.

At the same time, he couldn’t help reflecting.

All this time, he had streamed with too little effort.

“No wonder chat was always asking if I was just going to shut it off like that.”

He’d thought it was because they wanted more.

Only now did he realize they were startled because most streamers didn’t act like he did.

While Seong was reflecting on his streaming, Michael said:

“I’ve given a recap of our journey up to the 70th floor—what do you think?”

Huh???

Sorry, I was staring at Yuseong’s face and missed it lol

lol but is it important?

Right, what’s ahead matters more~

kekeke Michael-ham’s gonna cry.

Michael pulled a mock-crying face at the mischievous comments while the other party members exchanged private messages outside the stream.

[Michael: Alright then, everyone ready? Mr. Yuseong, are you ready as well?]

[Lowell: Of course, boss~]

[Noar: Naturally.]

[???: Yes, I’m ready.]

Because nicknames could be hidden, Seong kept his concealed, but nobody minded.

It was common enough for someone not to want to reveal theirs, or to use a name different from their nickname. Either way, it didn’t matter.

There had to be a reason, so Michael, Lowell, and Noar all let it pass without a thought.

Hearing that everyone was ready, Michael moved things along.

It was time to head for the 71st floor.

“The Mansik Party already shared info on 71F. The Cheongwi Party didn’t stream, so their run isn’t public, but they’re currently at 76F. Let’s move quickly then—briefing for 71F!”

“Yes, sir!”

At Michael’s words, Noar nervously stepped forward. Maybe it was stage fright from being on stream, because he trembled, but his briefing itself was excellent.

“71F has a lot of ghost-type monsters, so the mage’s role becomes very important here. Our mage, Mr. Yuseong, will focus on enchanting and dealing as much damage as possible as we find the path. I’ll handle the navigation, but since the Mansik Guild has already shared the layout, the path itself is clear.”

It didn’t sound particularly difficult, and Seong quickly absorbed it.

But since he already had the map, he could analyze the terrain and discovered a secret location on 71F.

“Hmm, what should I do?”

In tower-type dungeons, secret spots usually contained rewards, though more often they offered shortcuts down.

Even if there was a reward, it wasn’t likely to benefit Seong much, so he decided to “accidentally” discover it later.

As he was thinking that, Michael, still playing MC, called out to him.

“Sssso, the mage’s role is crucial here—Mr. Yuseong, how about you? Confident?”

It reminded Seong of the old-school hosting style of a national MC, making him chuckle, but he spoke with confidence.

“Yes, I’m confident.”

The way he said it, with such composure, left Michael momentarily speechless.

A handsome man flashing a faint smile, then revealing that confidence through it—it was overwhelming in itself.

Michael even flinched slightly.

Wow;;;;;

How can you not get floored by that?????

Why haven’t you streamed before???????

Just let me live one day with that face...

I think my heart stopped for a second...

Help, I just got wrecked hard.

The viewers, too, couldn’t help falling for it.

Meanwhile, Seong was a bit taken aback—was it really that big of a deal? Then he remembered all the gushing chat his sister also got and let it pass.

“It’s just lip service.”

But then the fundamental question rose: why didn’t Michael get such fawning chat? Still, for some reason, he let it go.

While Seong mused, Michael pressed on.

“Since you said you’re confident, shall we see right away? Let’s test the skills of our new party member, Mr. Yuseong, who’ll join us in conquering the deep layers!”

It could have been burdensome for the stage to be set so heavily, but Michael had already asked if it was okay.

Seong didn’t mind, so he’d agreed.

He really wasn’t paying it any mind—but the viewers were.

Wow, that’s a lot of pressure lol

Isn’t Michael-ham harboring a grudge???

How ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) could he not? His fans just got stolen.

But... worth stealing, right? lol

Can’t argue with that~ lolol

They joked and laughed, but they weren’t expecting too much from Seong’s skill.

At most, they thought he’d be average.

Michael wasn’t the type to accept a total deadweight, but since Seong’s looks were so striking, they didn’t expect much more.

There were plenty of high-level “husks.”

Especially among mages—it was fairly common.

So expectations were low.

Michael’s party opened the 71F door, and Seong was first to step through.

Michael thought it risky for the mage to go first, so he rushed up ready to shield him, while keeping the stream going.

“And here we are, entering at last.”

He spoke with a note of tension.

But in that moment, the grim, shadowy atmosphere of 71F somehow fit Seong too perfectly, and chat couldn’t talk about anything else.

Then suddenly, specter-type monsters appeared.

Uuurghhh!

Huurrahhh!

Five of them.

Specters had to be taken down one by one with magic or holy damage, making them a tricky type of monster.

That was why a mage was indispensable—and why Michael had searched so hard.

Watching Seong raise his hand toward the specters, Michael thought:

“Let’s see how he does.”

Given the confidence Seong had shown, maybe he was decent after all.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, Seong snapped his fingers.

A red epaulet-like glow flared on his shoulder.

It wasn’t actually an epaulet—it was the power of the Red Moon, imbued beforehand with his vassal Serpina’s strength.

From ancient times, the moon was seen as a bearer of auspicious energy.

So when Seong snapped his fingers, a crimson moon-shaped orb rose into the air and shot beams at the specters.

The five specters twisted and darted to evade, but the red streaks writhed like snakes, curving and slamming into each one right between the eyes.

-Krraaaghhh!!!

-Grrroooahhh—!!

-Kaaaaaahhh——!!!

One by one, the beams pierced their foreheads cleanly, then returned to Seong’s hand, reforming into a crimson orb shaped like a moon.

Turning with a faint smile, Seong was illuminated by the red moon itself, as if under a spotlight.

Chat exploded again.

-Kyaa;;;;;

-Oh my, oh my.

-Kyyaaaaaa!

-That was sick.

-He’s way too cool????

-I just spammed the capture button nonstop;;;

-Kyyaaa I love this so much.

Even his looks caused a huge stir.

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

-Insane;;;

-He just killed them instantly...

-What kind of skill even has homing like that???

-What skill can kill five at once like that???

Plenty were stunned by the power of the skill.

Others, still dazzled by his appearance, only belatedly commented on the might of it.

But it wasn’t just the viewers who saw it as extraordinary.

Michael, Lowell, and Noar all stared at Seong in shock.

Sure, if they went all out they could kill five specters, but doing it that easily, that casually—that was another matter.

Realizing Seong’s power was no ordinary thing,

“He’s insane.”

Michael was floored.

Not only devastatingly handsome, not only witty—he was powerful too?

How had such a broken character ended up in their party?

As he watched in a daze,

Seong grinned and let the Red Moon’s energy flow into Michael, Lowell, and Noar, wrapping each in a gentle, sacred-looking crimson aura.

And with the enchantment perfectly applied, Michael gulped hard.

Then—

“Folks, looks like the channel just changed owners. What do we do?”

Michael’s cheerful words set off laughter.

-lmaoooooo

-That happened ages ago!!! lololol

-You just figured it out? lolol

-But god, that’s hilarious lolol

The viewers burst out laughing at Michael’s line, and then some began clamoring.

-But wait, he’s handsome and strong???

-That didn’t look like homing—it looked like control;;;

-Yeah; no homing bends like that.

-Michael-ham, ask him;;;;;

Since the chat was buzzing with curiosity, Michael’s eyes lit up and he put on a proud face.

“Hmph! In Michael’s opinion, it was homing!”

“I say control!”

“Hmm, I’ll go with control too?”

With Lowell and Noar joining in, all three turned to Seong, their eyes asking him to reveal the truth.

Finding it amusing, Seong didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he fired another beam, had it whirl around, writing letters in the air, then looped it back in acrobatic flight before slamming into the ceiling above.

“The answer is control.”

““Whoa...””

-Holy sh*t;;;

Everyone who saw the impromptu laser airshow stood dumbstruck, mouths hanging open.