The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 262

For the first time, Razak assumed a defensive stance.

And ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) standing across from him, as if in a face-off, was Seong.

Though there was quite a bit of distance between them, it felt—somehow—as if they were right in front of each other.

The tension between them was so intense it felt as though their auras would clash at any moment.

But before it could build to that, Stella slipped in between them like a trigger—and Razak moved.

Charging forward on his ghostly steed, Razak’s target was none other than Seong.

But Stella leapt into his path, unleashing a blue aura as she activated a skill.

A towering wall-like shield materialized, the emblem on her blue shield enlarging to block Razak’s path.

His ghost horse thundered forward, his sword radiating an ominous gray-blue glow as it collided with Stella’s shield. At the same time, Claudine’s blessings rained down on Stella from above.

FWOOOOOSH!

BOOOOOOOM!!!

Sacred light clashed with Razak’s foul, grayish-white aura, sending shockwaves of mixed energy rolling across the field, crashing against the blue shield.

The shield cracked and trembled violently, but—

—it held firm, blocking the corrupted aura entirely.

From between the shield and the gray-blue energy, spears of white light poured down like a hailstorm, raining judgment on the twisted energy.

But with a single sweeping motion, Razak’s energy dispersed the storm of spears.

The gray-blue aura surged again toward the shield—when suddenly, a pair of red slashes cut through the aura from behind.

SHHHHHHRIIING!

Bask’s twin daggers had pierced through the haze, slashing at Razak.

But the gray-blue energy blocked them cleanly, like a wall, and then surged outward like reaching hands to tear Bask apart.

Infused with chilling cold, the aura was sharper than any blade, cruel and merciless.

At that moment—

Stella’s shield, Claudine’s blessings, even Ir’s light—

None of it could reach Bask in time.

Then—

A blaze of violet flame burst into the air.

FWOOM—!

A massive fire surged forward, growing larger as if igniting itself, colliding with the chilling gray-blue aura.

SSSSSSHHHHHH—!!!

Violet and gray steam clashed and twisted together, wrapping the battlefield like dancing twin serpents.

But it didn’t end there.

The gray steam froze midair, and the violet smoke reignited.

As flame and frost clashed once more—

Bask managed to break away.

The violet fire broke through the gray-blue aura, and Razak’s figure was finally revealed.

The moment he was visible—

Prism Effect sprang into action.

As always, it was the tank who led the charge.

“Hyyaaaaah!”

Stella, with her oversized shield glowing blue, rushed behind Razak and slammed it into him.

BOOOOOM!!!

The ground shook like a tank collision, and Razak’s gray-blue aura and eyes immediately locked onto her.

Aggro drawn.

As Razak turned his attention to Stella, the aura following his body shifted as well.

Claudine’s divine power surrounded Stella like a shield, while waves of healing washed over her and restored her health.

Just as the gray-blue aura prepared to strike—

A massive sword of light intercepted the attack.

And Bask’s red twin daggers struck again at Razak’s neck.

CRAAACK!

Sparks flew wildly, and a faint mark was left on Razak’s throat.

Eyes wide, Bask activated another skill.

His vision spun with intense vertigo, but—

Razak’s gaze stayed locked on Stella.

She remained the highest-priority target.

And just as he prepared to strike her again—

Razak felt it.

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If he didn’t turn around right now, something terrible would happen.

From behind came a blazing heat.

So intense it felt like he was being exposed to the infinite fury of the sun itself.

He could almost feel his body melting.

He wanted—no, needed—to turn and defend.

But he also had to stop Stella.

That contradiction pulled him in two directions.

But Razak had no choice.

With a burst of force, he released a shockwave of frost around himself.

FWWWWWAAAAAH—!!!

In an instant, the entire area froze solid.

Stella, shield raised to defend, was caught in the blast and froze where she stood.

“Guh!”

The pain and shock of freezing made her gasp.

Immediately, Claudine removed the status ailment with a cleanse, and Stella stumbled out of the way.

The moment she stepped aside—

A surge of intense heat melted the frost like boiling water, blasting forward like a dragon’s maw aimed straight at Razak.

Razak, now clear of Stella, came to his senses.

He unleashed a gray-blue sword of frost, shaped like a massive blade, and hurled it to pierce the dragon of fire.

But then—

The blazing dragon split into fragments midair, scattering like fireflies.

Then they writhed, no longer a dragon but serpents—dozens of wriggling violet flame snakes streaking through the sky toward Razak.

They coiled around the frost blade and slipped through the gaps in Razak’s armor, impossible to block.

Like snakes slithering over a wall, they slithered into his body.

And then—

BOOM!!!

A violet flare erupted from inside Razak’s armor.

The heat was so intense it would’ve melted an entire glacier.

Around Razak and his ghost horse, the ground turned molten, bubbling like lava.

“Whoa... wh-what the...”

“The heat...”

“It’s burning from here.”

“This is insane.”

The entire Prism Effect party watched in awe.

Razak’s ghost horse was swallowed by the lava and melted away.

Then—like a scene from a horror movie—a single hand burst out of the lava.

Razak.

But his appearance was utterly pathetic.

His once-imposing armor was gone, his shield pockmarked with holes.

It didn’t look like it could block a single hit anymore.

His body, too, was damaged—melted in places.

He emerged with only his sword intact, staggering forward.

Shudder...

Trembling from the intense heat, Razak tried to move.

But he was no longer fast or threatening.

Even Stella could stop him now.

BANG!

“I can block it.”

Clearly stung by how often she’d been pushed back, Stella stated it firmly.

From then on, the Prism Effect party methodically wore Razak down.

And with Seong’s violet flames behind them—

—it was easier than ever.

Whenever Razak’s ominous gray-blue aura surged forward, violet flame would respond in kind—melting the cold with intense fire.

That was the power of elemental advantage.

Unfair. Illogical. Brutal.

As Razak’s health slowly chipped away and he finally fell—

The members of Prism Effect stood staring, dazed.

“Wow... we actually won...”

“...For real.”

“...We made it all the way here.”

“Hahaha, we wouldn’t have pulled it off without him.”

At Bask’s final comment, everyone nodded and turned to look at the man walking toward them from a distance.

The man who had introduced himself as Yu Hyeon.

As Seong approached, they couldn’t help but acknowledge it.

“You’re seriously incredible.”

“You’ve gotta be at least Legendary tier.”

“Maybe even Almighty.”

“Yeah. No question.”

To output that kind of power at level 220... he had to be.

While they were all openly admiring him—

Seong was quietly admiring them in return.

A very well-synced party.

It had to be because of the trust they shared with one another.

They’re not exactly overwhelmingly skilled...

Individually, none of them were especially impressive when it came to technical control.

It wasn’t about stats or class grades—it was about how they used what they had.

There had been multiple openings in the fight they didn’t exploit. Instead, they stuck to their roles, steady and focused.

But while they weren’t mechanically exceptional, they compensated for each other’s weaknesses.

High-level players could coordinate without saying a word—but so could this team.

And that meant one thing: trust.

It was a strong team.

Seong nodded in approval.

Because it was true.

While he was reflecting on that, Ir spoke up.

“Hmm, looks like the loot isn’t anything special.”

Seong had received the raid notification too.

Maybe because Razak wasn’t a raid boss but just a raid monster?

He wasn’t exactly wealthy.

The EXP gain was solid—but the items were basically junk drops.

Seong nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, doesn’t seem like much.”

He wasn’t disappointed, so he responded casually.

Ir gave him a bright smile.

“We’ll still make sure you get your share, Yu Hyeon.”

“Huh?”

“Honestly, you pretty much carried us. It’s the least we can do.”

“Ah...”

He wanted to say it wasn’t necessary—but the looks in her eyes, and the way the rest of the party was nodding, made it clear they were determined.

He gave a small chuckle and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll accept it gratefully.”

“Hehehe, thank you. We really wouldn’t have won without you.”

“Seriously.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Keh... thank god you joined us, Yu Hyeon! Hahaha!”

As everyone expressed their gratitude, Seong couldn’t help but smile.

He felt a little proud himself.

And as the conversation wrapped up—

Ir spoke again.

“Well, shall we head into the fortress now?”

With the party leader’s cue, everyone began moving.

The Lord of the Dead’s fortress was finally right before them.

Seong stared at it with curiosity.

I’m wearing the Lord of the Dead’s Cuirass...

So then—what would he be wearing?

That question lingered in his mind.

Was the Lord even still inside?

He had a lot of questions.

Maybe once inside, he’d finally get answers.

And if he was lucky—maybe even a hidden quest.

As those thoughts passed through his mind—

A voice echoed, heard only by Seong.

Right at the gloomy, ominous gate of the fortress.

A voice as cold and eerie as the walls surrounding them.

Sobs... sob sob sob...

The sound of a woman crying made Seong turn his head.

There, hunched over, was a translucent woman glowing faint teal—sobbing quietly.

Not an undead.

A ghost—no, a spirit—visible only to Seong.

As he looked at her—

The woman suddenly jolted upright, raising her head from her hands and locking eyes with him.

And then she spoke.

“Hoh—! A... a noble one!?”

A ghost, huh...

Seong thought, watching her carefully.

The spirit quickly composed herself, adjusting her posture and speaking with proper form.

“I am Basile, once a servant of the Lord of the Dead.”

Looks like...

...he might’ve just found a hidden quest.

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