The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 188

 In a castle where darkness and silence reigned, a flash of lightning illuminated the room, streaming through the windows.

Boom—

The blue light from the lightning cast itself into the castle, revealing a woman with long, luxurious red hair and a man lying before her, bloodied, with pale, silver hair.

The condition of the man illuminated by the blue light was horrific.

There was not a single place on his body untouched.

Small wounds covered his entire body, and his clothes were torn or scorched, with parts reduced to ashes.

Perhaps he had been impaled, as a hole the size of a fist had been punctured in his chest.

Yet, he was still breathing, struggling to rise to his upper body in front of the woman, showing just how extraordinary his existence was.

In contrast, the red-haired woman before him, standing gracefully as if taking a leisurely stroll on a spring day, appeared completely composed.

Standing elegantly, Helena smiled as she watched the man attempt to rise.

"You should just quietly fall down."

"...Tch, to think you speak like that after dealing with all my subordinates. How vulgar."

The man, wiping the blood from his lips, sneered, mocking her despite his grim condition.

Helena nodded at his words.

"You suit the title of 'Lord' very well."

"...There is no being more suited to being a Lord than myself."

"Hmm, is that so?"

Helena tilted her head and chuckled as she spoke, finding amusement in his words. She stayed silent and observed for a moment before speaking again.

"You used your subordinates to torment the weak around you, didn’t you?"

"...That is the true virtue of a Lord. The weak must sacrifice for the Lord, and everything should be within the Lord's grasp. It is a shame that you, a Lord, fail to understand that."

Despite his offensive remarks, Helena remained unfazed.

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After all, she had come here to kill him personally, didn’t she?

However, instead of anger, Helena smiled, finding his words amusing.

"Ahaha. How interesting."

"...What’s so funny?"

"You, so weak yet still holding onto the pride of a Lord."

"..."

"Hmm, what should I do with you?"

Helena spoke with a slight pause, considering how to deal with him.

Perhaps, she was reading his thoughts? The man suddenly glared, a wild rage flickering in his eyes.

"You dare decide whether to spare me or not? Once I recover, I will tear you limb from limb and drink your blood. It will inevitably happen."

"Hmm, that's impossible."

With a cold certainty, Helena dismissed his threat.

It was not something one could know for certain until it was attempted.

Had the man realized that too?

"...It’s frustrating. But if you spare me, I will deal with your successor in due time."

"Huh? Successor?"

Helena raised an eyebrow in amusement at his sudden comment.

Seeing her intrigued, the man stared at her intensely, his crimson eyes gleaming as he spoke.

"Yes, your successor. I could tear them apart and kill them in your place."

The words, laced with hatred and death, echoed around the castle, creating cracks in the air.

This showed the man’s immense power.

But Helena, lost in her own thoughts, ignored his words and spoke to him again.

"Hmm, I don’t think that will happen. How about we make a wager?"

A mischievous smile appeared on Helena’s face.

For a moment, the man looked confused, unsure if he had heard her right.

He had just spoken about tearing her successor apart, and now she wanted to make a bet?

Was she implying that if he won, she would spare him?

Her cryptic words baffled him.

"...What’s your game?"

"Game? How rude. I’m genuinely asking. I’m not sure who my successor will be yet. It probably won’t be one of my disciples. Even if one were to appear, it would be much later. But, if my successor were to exist, I believe someone like you might be able to defeat them."

"..."

The man's fury was so intense that he couldn’t even respond.

Her words were so absurd that he couldn’t even summon the anger he usually felt.

But strangely, this presented an opportunity.

The only chance he had to survive at the hands of this devilish woman.

His eyes gleamed with intense desire, and Helena, seeing this, reached out her hand.

Suddenly, a drop of blood appeared at the tip of her index finger.

The blood rose into the air, controlled by Helena’s will.

The man’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of it.

Could it be?

He stared at Helena in disbelief.

Helena smiled softly and spoke.

"Then I’ll give you the blood you desire so much. However, if you manage to defeat my successor, it will be yours. If my successor wins, the blood will go to them. Understand?"

With those words, she sent the blood towards the man’s gaping chest.

Like a blooming flower, Helena’s blood spread, filling the man’s chest.

The man’s eyes widened as he felt the surge of power.

If he obtained this power, he could become an even greater being.

The feeling of overwhelming power stirred his desire.

Helena, observing the man, spoke again.

"Then, when my successor satisfies the conditions in the maze, I will let them awaken. Until then, rest. Don’t forget to pass on my blood to my successor."

As Helena spoke, she used her power.

The man, with his silvery white hair, was buried in a large stone coffin deep beneath the castle. The castle itself sank into the rift of the maze.

Seong, witnessing this, couldn’t help but admire the power of the past Helena.

‘Incredible.’

Floating in the ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ form of the Event God, Seong thought about the scene he had just witnessed.

The man wasn’t weak, that was clear.

Even in his state as the Event God, Seong could feel the man’s strength.

It was just that Helena was far stronger.

Seong thought to himself, his jaw tightening.

Now, he would have to fight such an opponent directly.

It would certainly be exhausting.

But his expression didn’t reflect any gloom.

Rather, he looked eager.

‘How strong is he?’

The Blood Lord, Lazear, whom Helena had to deal with herself.

With that thought, Seong left the Event God state and prepared for what lay ahead.

Seong felt as though his body was being lifted, and as the event scene shifted, the surroundings changed.

The landscape around him had completely transformed.

Just a moment ago, he had been inside the labyrinth.

This had been the very place where the branch chief of Beziron had handed over the Overlord’s compass.

But now, it was an entirely different place.

An endless expanse of wilderness stretched out before him.

It reminded him of the Dune Wild Trail, but he could tell that it was fundamentally a different place.

As he gazed at the vast wilderness in front of him, he realized that this was the gap of the labyrinth he had left only a short while ago.

And not far from his line of sight, there was a silent castle.

It could have been called a typical castle, but it was one Seong was already familiar with.

‘It’s that one.’

The Castle of the Blood Lord, Lazear.

That was the very castle.

With some resolve, Seong tried to summon his subordinates.

However...

[This is the third class advancement trial location.] [You cannot summon your subordinates yet.] [You will be able to summon your subordinates one by one after the third class advancement trial begins.]

‘Summon them one by one?’

The message was baffling.

While he could understand not being able to summon them yet, the idea of summoning them "one by one" was unclear.

It seemed to be related to the trial that lay ahead, but he didn't dwell on it too much.

Since the message said so, there probably wouldn’t be any surprise attacks or other sudden occurrences.

The event scene he had seen also seemed to value dignity.

Of course, that didn’t mean he let his guard down completely.

He remained vigilant as he strolled through the castle.

Without any interference, he was able to enter the castle.

‘Nothing here, huh?’

As Seong casually walked around the castle, he soon found himself standing in front of the enormous hall.

The battle would probably take place here.

He thought to himself as he opened the door and entered.

Seong came face to face with the owner of the castle, a man with arrogant crimson eyes who looked down on everything from his throne.

It was the same man from the event scene.

When they met...

[You have encountered the Blood Lord.]

[The forgotten lord of the past, the Blood Lord, has awakened.]

[By the vow of the former Overlord Helena, you must battle him.]

[He is severely weakened.]

[The strength of the Blood Lord, Lazear, is now adjusted to match the level of the "Seong" user.]

Many messages appeared in front of Seong.

The phrase that said his strength was "adjusted to his level."

It reminded him of the time when he fought in the past.

How strong could the Blood Lord, adjusted to his level, be?

Seong was thinking about this when he was about to fight, but Lazear frowned as he looked at him.

“You are as vulgar as the former Overlord.”

“...?”

“A lord must be dignified, commanding from the rear of the battlefield. To fight personally is a disgraceful act. Both you and the former Overlord are utterly vulgar.”

“...Hmm.”

The sudden harsh words were unexpected.

However, Seong didn’t respond much.

While he didn’t understand the part about being vulgar, the statement about a lord commanding from the rear of the battlefield wasn’t exactly wrong, so he remained silent.

It wasn’t necessarily the absolute truth, but Seong had no intention of contradicting him.

As Seong stayed silent, Lazear continued.

“Vulgar as you are, you are clever. The power of a lord is determined by the subordinates who follow them.”

Lazear snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A sound echoed through the vast hall, and suddenly, a large stone slab rose from the ground.

It was like a flat arena.

It was much larger than expected, and there were devices set up for each fighter to battle.

Then, across from Lazear, a throne-like chair also rose.

Lazear motioned with his head as if to invite Seong to sit there.

Among everyone Seong had encountered, this was certainly the one with the highest sense of dignity.

Seong, somewhat bewildered, sat on the throne that had appeared across from Lazear.

And then Lazear spoke.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I am not terribly strong. However, I have the ability to grant immense power to those who follow me by fulfilling their contracts with my subordinates.”

Listening to the explanation, it was definitely a power fitting for a vampire.

Seong realized that this was likely the hint for the third class advancement trial.

So, that's why he couldn’t summon all his subordinates.

As Seong came to this realization, Lazear laughed derisively at him.

“Even someone as vulgar as you must have at least a few subordinates following you.”

“I do.”

“According to the vow of the former Overlord, our duel will be fought by our subordinates. They will represent us.”

A battle between subordinates.

Things were getting quite interesting.

Seong nodded, his approval apparent, and Lazear asked mockingly.

“How many subordinates do you have? I’ll match their number.”

Having noticed Seong’s level of 150, Lazear said this.

Even though Lazear was an Overlord, he assumed that Seong’s weak power meant he wouldn’t have many subordinates worthy of the name.

So, he boldly offered to match their number.

After considering it, Seong estimated the number of his subordinates and replied to Lazear.

“Twelve.”

At that response, Lazear...

“...That’s a bit many.”

His eyes twitched violently.