The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 227

One strike.

Two strikes.

Three strikes.

A seamless barrage of sword slashes filled the space, relentlessly targeting Ragna Eckrion's blade.

It was as if countless warriors were attacking in perfect harmony, each strike fluid, swift, and beautiful—all for the sole purpose of slaying one mighty foe.

Each arc of Seong’s sword carved through the air, intercepting Ragna Eckrion’s brutal swings.

CHAAAANG—!!!

Around them, sword auras clashed, shattering upon impact and scattering like shattered glass.

The fragments of sword energy flew in all directions, cutting through anything they touched.

Seong’s attacks left countless slashes across the battlefield, while Ragna Eckrion’s created deep, devastating wounds upon the land.

At first, Ragna Eckrion’s eyes widened in surprise.

But soon, his expression darkened—his brows furrowed as his pride was wounded.

His sword, meant to destroy everything, was held back by mere fragments of what he considered weak swordplay.

Unacceptable.

Disgusting.

"...This arrogant bastard."

Gritting his teeth, Ragna Eckrion lunged forward.

Seong, however, remained calm.

He had enhanced his body with every buff he could muster.

But it still wasn’t enough.

It was time to think, to use every skill at his disposal.

Perhaps it was because he lacked the safety net of his familiars—

But for a fleeting moment, he remembered Leonic Evoke.

Back then, he had chosen to fight alone.

And yet—

Even then, he had still been able to summon his forces from the Netherworld.

This time, it was different.

"I have to do this alone."

With his connection to the Netherworld severed, this battle was his alone to fight.

At first, the weight of that realization had clouded his mind.

But now—

He had already overcome it.

As Ragna Eckrion charged at him once more, Seong adjusted his stance—

His movements becoming even more graceful and swift.

This time, he wove another style of swordsmanship into his own.

BZZZT—!!!

A black-violet current flickered across Ragna Eckrion’s sword.

Like thunder, it crackled and flared, arcs of dark lightning running along the blade’s edge.

Then—

He swung.

KWA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KA—!!!

If that strike landed, at best, he’d lose a limb.

At worst—

It would devastate most of his health bar.

Under normal circumstances, Seong would have blocked it with the Lord’s Decree.

But not this time.

Instead—

He instantly activated Shadow Step, vanishing into the darkness—

And reappeared behind Ragna Eckrion, swinging his sword.

Slaash—! Slash—!! Slash—!!!

A rapid series of precise strikes—

Slashing through his back, arms, and legs.

Before Ragna Eckrion could even react, Seong teleported away once more.

At that exact moment—

The black-violet lightning erupted in all directions.

KWA-KA-KA-KA-KA—!!!

A surge of destructive energy ripped through the battlefield, tearing apart everything in its path.

Even the mountains in the distance bore deep scars from the blast.

But Seong—

He was no longer there.

He had already anticipated this attack.

He reappeared before Ragna Eckrion, preparing another strike—

But this time, Ragna Eckrion had anticipated him.

Using his front leg as a pivot, he unleashed a sudden spinning back kick.

For the briefest moment, Seong’s vision shifted—

And he saw it coming.

In that split-second, he used his last Shadow Step, barely dodging the attack.

The impact landed where he had just been—

And another black-violet explosion reduced the area to ruins.

BOOOOM—!!!

Even though the kick had been weaker than his sword attacks—

Its power was still overwhelming.

Each attack—if landed—would have been a one-hit kill.

A shiver ran down Seong’s spine.

But at the same time—

A smile crept onto his lips.

"When was the last time a game made me feel like this?"

Crescentra.

That was the last time he had felt this kind of thrill.

The thought made him grin beneath his dark helmet.

And Ragna Eckrion—

He sensed it.

Seong was enjoying this fight.

Grinding his teeth, Ragna Eckrion seethed.

How dare he.

His opponent should be desperate.

Yet he was having fun?!

Ragna Eckrion charged again.

But—

FSSSSH—!!!

From beneath his feet, shadows erupted, binding him in place.

He kicked viciously, shattering the darkness.

But in that brief moment of delay, Seong closed in—

And drove his blade toward Ragna Eckrion’s chest.

FLASH—!!!

A single, precise thrust.

Ragna Eckrion instinctively moved to parry, his blade poised.

But just as he swung—

Darkness surged, momentarily restraining his sword.

The resistance lasted only an instant—

But it was enough.

SHKKK—!!!

The blade pierced clean through Ragna Eckrion’s chest.

He grunted, pain flashing in his eyes.

Immediately, he retaliated.

Dark-violet lightning coiled around his sword, twisting into the form of a dragon.

It lunged for Seong—

Fangs bared, ready to consume him whole.

But before it could reach him—

A barrier of crimson swords materialized around Seong, forming a shield.

And in the same instant—

Hundreds of blood-red swords launched toward Ragna Eckrion.

It was so fast—

That even Ragna Eckrion could barely react.

Seong, seizing the opportunity, grabbed a single blood sword—

And vanished from sight.

BOOOOOOM—!!!

The moment the crimson swords struck, a violent explosion engulfed Ragna Eckrion.

Through the raging inferno—

A black-violet lightning dragon roared, trying to counterattack.

But—

It wasn’t enough.

As the smoke cleared, Ragna Eckrion staggered forward.

This time—

He was wounded.

Unlike when he had blocked the Heaven’s Annihilation Spear—

This attack had hit him directly.

Even so—

Seong wasn’t distracted by the aftermath.

The real threat wasn’t the explosion.

It was something else.

Ragna Eckrion coughed—

And his eyes widened.

"...What?"

Dark blood dripped from his mouth.

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He looked at it in bewilderment.

And then—

A realization hit him.

His expression twisted in rage.

“...Poison.”

Seong remained silent.

But Ragna Eckrion knew.

He could feel it.

A deadly poison had seeped into his veins, spreading through his body like wildfire.

A slow, agonizing corruption devouring him from the inside.

And yet—

Ragna Eckrion smirked.

Rather than panic, he adjusted his grip on his sword.

The weapon was already fused to his right arm, but this time, something was different.

Before, it had merely connected to him like veins intertwining—

But now—

It was consuming him.

The black-violet blade writhed, slithering further up his arm like a hungry parasite.

It was no longer a weapon.

It was a part of him.

A grotesque fusion, almost monstrous, like a chimera.

But the real problem—

Seong waited for a notification to appear.

Nothing.

"That’s... not Phase 2?"

His appearance had changed.

His aura had intensified.

And yet—

No Phase 2 notification.

The black-violet energy darkened further, the killing intent in the air suffocating.

Meanwhile, Seong’s turquoise flames began to fade.

The Flames of the Dead had burned out.

Though he still had his enhanced physique, it wouldn’t be enough.

A purely physical fight wouldn’t end well for him.

But—

Since when had things ever gone in his favor?

With a small grin, Seong muttered the list of skills he had left.

And just as he was about to prepare—

Ragna Eckrion vanished.

FLASH!

He had disappeared completely.

Seeing no other choice, Seong immediately canceled the Blood Curse—

Forcing the poison to explode.

BOOOOOOM—!!!

A crimson mist erupted from Ragna Eckrion’s body, steam-like blood spraying into the air.

Tssssssssssst—!!!

Ragna Eckrion staggered, his bloodshot eyes wide, his steps momentarily faltering.

And at that moment—

Seong locked eyes with him.

And he activated his skill.

For the briefest instant—

Ragna Eckrion felt it.

His right arm was gone.

His sword was gone.

Fear.

His most precious weapon had vanished.

It wasn’t destroyed.

No.

It had been banished to another dimension—

Just like Seong had been cut off from his familiars.

The sheer terror of that loss overtook him.

And just as that fear rooted itself—

Seong struck again.

Ragna Eckrion saw it.

A massive, clawed hand emerging from the abyss behind Seong—

Reaching toward him.

And then—

-I collect.

The whisper rang in his ears.

His life force and mana were drained instantly.

Seong, meanwhile, restored his stamina.

And as a finishing move—

He unleashed countless blades of darkness, slicing through Ragna Eckrion’s body.

Under normal circumstances, even without his sword, he would have been able to dodge or destroy these attacks.

But now—

His muscles shrank, his body withered—

Like a balloon slowly deflating.

He looked almost mummified.

"My... My sword... Give it back...!!!"

His voice was desperate, broken.

Even Seong was taken aback.

"What the hell...?"

And then—

A sudden realization struck him.

Was the sword the true main body?

He had suspected the sword had influence over him.

But this much?

Was the demonic sword the real entity—

And Ragna Eckrion merely its vessel?

Seong glanced at him, now utterly drained of power.

"That was... too easy."

For a fight that had been so thrilling, this ending felt anticlimactic.

But regardless—

He had won.

"I guess I'll just have to find another strong opponent later."

Just as Seong prepared to finish him off—

CRACK!

CRACK—!!!

Like a fracturing mirror, the air itself split apart.

And Ragna Eckrion screamed in horror.

"NO—!!!"

Something was tearing through space.

Seong immediately braced himself—

If Ragna Eckrion was about to transform, he needed to be ready.

But—

RIP!

SPLAAAAAASH—!!!

"KAAAAAARGH—!!!"

The sound of flesh ripping echoed.

Ragna Eckrion’s right shoulder burst open, blood spraying like a fountain.

His right arm was torn off.

But Seong hadn’t done it.

No—

The missing arm had reappeared—

Falling from the void.

And right behind it—

A black-violet sword ripped through space, returning to this world.

Seong swallowed hard.

Was this... finally Phase 2?

A small smirk formed on his lips.

And then—

A notification appeared.

[Keywords are missing.]

[The name of the demonic sword is not fully recognized.]

[The Demonic Sword 『??si?』 has detached from its host.]

[『Severance』 has been activated in the vicinity.]

[You cannot leave this area.]

[The Demonic Sword 『Ne???』 is attempting to escape.]

"...What?"

Not Phase 2.

The sword wasn’t trying to fight—

It was trying to run away.

Seong frowned.

"You're running?"

The demonic sword shot into the °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° sky, trying to flee.

Seong immediately moved to stop it.

He activated Flight, soaring upward.

[『Severance』 is in effect. You cannot summon familiars or leave the area.]

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

He gritted his teeth.

That damn skill was stopping him from pursuing it.

Was he really going to just let it escape?

Just as frustration began to boil inside him—

CRACK.

CRACK. CRACK—!!!

A sound like glass shattering filled the air.

And then—

A detonation erupted.

BOOOOOOM—!!!

A desperate system message appeared.

[『Severance』 has been broken.]

And in the exact spot where the demonic sword was about to disappear—

A figure emerged.

A woman with lustrous crimson hair.

Holding the demonic sword between her index and thumb—

As if it were nothing.

A smile curled on her lips as she turned to Seong.

"I’m a bit late, aren’t I?"