The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 215

5.

Across Namubuk Village and the Darkened Forest, the oppressive darkness that had blanketed the land for so long began to fade.

The Dark Lord’s power, which had been spread across the forest for countless years, was now being reclaimed.

For a full ten hours, he had absorbed all the dark energy within the forest.

And yet...

Even after all that, he had not recovered half of his former strength.

Despair crept into his thoughts.

He had fallen so low.

Because his essence had been stolen.

It’s fine.There was still a way to recover.

That cursed brat and the intruder who wielded the same power as her...

If he absorbed them, he could restore his essence.

No, perhaps...

He might even obtain a power beyond what he once had.

He didn’t doubt it for a second.

And so, the Dark Lord unleashed his power.

The thick, dense darkness that had covered the forest merged into his body, condensing into a single form.

The pure darkness—a power he had lost long ago—was still beyond his reach.

But even with just the remnants of his essence, he still embodied the power of a sovereign.

Dark energy pulsed across the vast forest, causing the trees to bow as the Dark Lord took form.

A shape emerged.

Was it human?

No—at a glance, it resembled a lizard.

But at the same time, it bore a humanoid figure.

A dark being, standing upright on two legs, with a lizard’s tail swaying behind it.

Slowly, it began to march forward.

Thud.

Swoooosh—

With each step, darkness spread, swallowing everything in its path.

From within the inky black abyss, the Dark Lord strode forward, eyes locked on one target.

The accursed brat, Helena, and the place she had protected until the very end—

Namubuk Village.

That was where he was headed.

But just then—

An unfamiliar sensation prickled at his senses.

...?Darkness?

No...

Something deeper than that.

A presence that felt like it existed between the living and the dead.

And then—

The undead began crawling out of the earth.

Pathetic...?The Dark Lord scoffed at first.

But as he prepared to speak, the sheer number of them left him momentarily speechless.

It wasn’t a few dozen.

Not even a few hundred or a few thousand.

No—

The undead numbered in the tens of thousands.

From the soil, from the depths of the underworld, an army of death emerged.

With no fear.

No hesitation.

No concern for their own destruction.

They surged forward, their bodies glowing with green and cyan energy, reaching for the Dark Lord, the embodiment of darkness itself.

An unrelenting army, devoid of fear or hesitation.

A sight that should have inspired pure horror.

Yet—

The Dark Lord merely extended a hand.

KWOOM—!

A massive wall of darkness erupted from the ground, towering like jagged spikes, sweeping across the battlefield.

Hundreds of undead were instantly shredded and obliterated.

But—

There were still tens of thousands left.

The attack barely made a dent.

...Damn it.If he had his full power, he could have annihilated them all with a single gesture.

But his essence was gone.

And without it, he couldn’t wield his true power as a sovereign.

There was no other choice.

He had to fight in this weakened state.

Resolving himself, the Dark Lord spread his arms wide, sending tendrils of darkness surging toward the undead horde.

CRASH!

SPLASH!

SLASH!

The dark energy twisted into crashing waves, impaling spikes, and razor-sharp blades.

Hundreds—no, thousands—of undead were cut down in a single sweep.

Yet...

Their numbers never dwindled.

It was grotesque.

Disgusting.

That brat’s power... Yes, it was like this.The power that transcended death.

For a brief moment, the Dark Lord recalled the past.

Yes, the numbers were staggering.

But at the end of the day, they were just undead.

They couldn’t even touch him.

No matter how many there were, they were still insignificant pests.

Arrogant or not, the brat Helena’s power had been something that defied reason.

But this?

The fool who inherited her strength was wasting it.

His victory was inevitable.

As the undead legions swarmed closer, the Dark Lord prepared to unleash his full strength.

But then—

He noticed something strange.

A green mist was seeping from the undead.

Poison?

Ridiculous.

He was darkness itself.

A sovereign.

Poison could do nothing to him.

He was about to laugh—

Until he saw the sparks igniting from the undead ranks.

It wasn’t just poison.

W-wait...!KWOOM!!!

The moment the sparks ignited—

A cataclysmic explosion engulfed the entire battlefield.

The blast created a raging heatwave, the sheer force sucking in all surrounding air before violently expelling it outward.

A towering black mushroom cloud loomed over the battlefield.

The earth shattered, trees were obliterated into ash, and even the far-off woodlands collapsed from the shockwave alone.

BOOOOM!!!

The tremors rippled across the land.

Even those far from the impact site felt the sheer power of the explosion.

A massive crater had formed—

As if a meteor had struck the ground.

And at the very center...

Darkness twisted and writhed, struggling to reform itself.

Even the Dark Lord’s essence had failed to completely withstand the blast.

He was far from unscathed.

Kuhhh...The Dark Lord Vomits Blood.

The massive explosion had dealt severe damage.

He had tried to shield himself with darkness at the last moment, but there was no way he could block everything.

His form was in tatters, his darkness shredded beyond recognition.

Even before this, his essence had been wounded, preventing him from recovering fully.

Now, after the shockwave, half of the darkness he had barely managed to gather was scattered once more.

Only half of his power remained.

Could he still defeat the intruder who had inherited Helena’s power?

As doubt began creeping into his mind...

The Dark Lord thought.

If they unleashed an attack of this scale, they can’t be unscathed either.There was no way they were fine after using such an attack.

They must have exhausted most of their power.

Clinging to that belief, the Dark Lord forced himself to stand.

He would destroy that accursed Namubuk Village.

That was the only thought driving him forward as he took a step—

And then, something incomprehensible happened.

Figures emerged, surrounding him.

Piiieeeee!!!Even from the skies, watchful eyes bore down on him.

And each one of these figures was powerful.

The Dark Lord couldn’t understand.

This power had never existed when he fought Helena in the past.

No—perhaps it had not yet manifested because she had been too young back then.

Now that these followers had revealed themselves,

The Dark Lord’s expression twisted in rage.

He himself had once commanded countless subordinates.

But every single one of them had been consumed by the true master of this power—

Helena.

Followers, is it...?Each of them wielded tremendous strength.

But—

That also meant they were nothing compared to him.

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes and unleashed his power.

Darkness swelled around him, rising like waves.

With a single gesture, he fired a barrage of dark bullets toward the intruders.

The attacks shot toward them at high velocity.

But—

Fiora ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) stepped forward, transforming her arms into a massive shield.

She spread the shield wide, blocking every single dark projectile.

TATATATATATANG!

The sound of metal clashing violently rang out as the bullets struck.

But Fiora’s arms remained unscathed.

As soon as the dark barrage ceased,

Her arms reverted—then morphed into twin spears.

Seeing her body shift so fluidly,

The Dark Lord was stunned.

A... a Shapeshifter?!A being born from darkness, the Royal lineage of all Doppelgangers.

All beings born from darkness should have naturally followed him.

But even a Shapeshifter had become that man’s subordinate?

Was it because he had lost his essence?

He hadn’t lost his throne entirely—

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The Dark Lord refused to accept it.

I will reclaim what is rightfully mine!!!As he roared in fury, Fiora thrust her hands forward, sending blue energy lances soaring toward him.

But the Dark Lord swiped his hand—

And dispersed the attack like it was nothing.

Darkness coalesced, shifting into massive blades that whipped across the battlefield.

SHWAAASSSH!!!

The Dark Lord’s sword of darkness sliced through everything in its path.

But then—

An old demon stepped forward, charging directly at the dark blades.

Not to die, but with unwavering resolve.

His sword was stained deep red, burning with overwhelming power.

And when Drakanos swung his blade—

SLASH.

The Dark Lord’s darkness was cut apart effortlessly.

W-what...?!The blade he had painstakingly forged from darkness—

Destroyed in an instant?!

Not just a Shapeshifter—

But even a demon of this caliber was now his enemy?

How had he forged a contract with a demon like that?!

An inexplicable phenomenon.

In that moment, the Dark Lord’s perception sharpened, his mind racing at inhuman speed.

No—

The world itself felt slow.

And in this frozen moment,

He sensed it.

A massive bolt of lightning descending toward his head.

Damn it.He couldn’t dodge.

Even in this distorted reality, the lightning still moved too fast.

Even teleporting through darkness wouldn’t work—

The moment he tried, he would be struck down.

If he had noticed the Thunderbird in the skies earlier, he could have prepared.

But now, there was no choice.

The Dark Lord pulled all of his darkness toward himself—

And erected a barrier to block the incoming lightning.

CRACKLEEEEEE!!!

A blinding flash.

The lightning tore through the air, splitting the atmosphere.

Though the Dark Lord managed to block it, the energy scattered through the air, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.

Even as he barely held on, he immediately counterattacked—

Unleashing waves of darkness toward the followers.

But then—

Something descended from above.

Something he had overlooked.

It had been there the entire time—

A Red Moon hanging in the sky.

He had focused so much on the Thunderbird that he had ignored the moon entirely.

Now, it was too late.

The Red Moon pulsed—

And unleashed a crimson beam of destruction straight at him.

KWOOOOOOOOM!!!

A devastating ray, capable of melting everything in its path.

But the Dark Lord could do nothing but watch.

He had just switched to offense, pouring his darkness into an attack.

He had no time to defend.

The beam struck him directly, and for the first time,

He felt overwhelming heat searing through him.

Grinding his teeth, the Dark Lord seethed.

Each of them moved like clockwork, their precision relentless.

Damn them.

He would tear them apart.

One by one.

Just as he prepared to counterattack—

A voice rang out.

"Hello, Mister Darkness?"

Y-you...?!A small figure greeted him.

It was Helena, appearing in the form of a child.

And in that very moment—

From deep within the abyss,

A massive eye opened.

The Dark Lord’s gaze met it directly.