I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 94

High Lord Samael.

A new variable that appeared on the battlefield, where a single judgment determines everything.

The monster raised a finger toward Rex, who was sitting on the ground as though not giving him a moment to think.

Rex immediately blew the horn in his hand, and soon, white bones shot out from the floor and the air, tearing through the space.

A few slender finger bones stuck to Samael’s arm.

The bones grew, and in an instant, they became a massive skeleton soldier over three meters tall.

The soldier grabbed the arm of the High Lord and lifted him upward. A black light began to gather at the tip of the High Lord’s fingers, and it shot into the sky. The dark clouds tore apart, and for a brief moment, the blue sky appeared.

Thung!

Samael struck the skeleton soldier’s ribs with his opposite fist. The ribs shattered like shotgun pellets, breaking into dozens of pieces.

“......!”

The shattered bones soared into the sky, skimming the exposed bedrock.

Pwoo!

Rex looked at Samael and blew the horn again, harder this time. He had no axe in his hand, and his legs were broken.

The enemy before him was not someone to be dealt with barehanded.

‘......I shouldn’t be caught up by something like this.’

Rex decided to leave the High Lord Samael to the skeleton army emerging from the cracks, then pushed himself up with his broken legs.

He looked briefly at the sky. It wasn’t a good choice to take his eyes off the High Lord, but he just couldn’t ignore it.

“......Damn.”

And Rex saw it.

The scene where bright red blood drew a thin line across the black sky. Maltiell’s black claws pulling that red thread out of the boy's body.

‘......Blood.’

At the same time, Rex’s large body suddenly stiffened.

‘Where did he get hit? The neck? The cheek? Damn it, I can’t see the wound. Is it deep? Poison? If it’s Maltiell, he might’ve injected poison in that brief moment.’

Defeat.

Even though his legs were broken, the courageous warrior who burned with fighting spirit for the fight had that word flash across his mind in an instant.

‘......I should’ve stopped them from going after Maltiell in the first place.’

Regret boiled up in his chest.

‘I made the wrong decision. I knew the Great Lord was a tough match for Bin, so why didn’t I stop it? I should have persuaded the General more actively. If only the soldiers had come, the Great Lord wouldn’t have taken the lead like this.’

The possibility of other choices tormented him late.

‘......Was it for revenge? Did I let personal feelings interfere with my duty? Did I make such a stupid mistake?’

Then, anger toward himself pushed the regret away and rooted deep in his heart.

‘Is this how the future of the allied forces ends? How much longer until such a talent is born again? No...... Can someone with talent like Bin even be born again?’

The next moment, fear and worry about the future were layered over his anger toward himself.

“You think too much.”

Caught in a wave of emotions, Rex didn’t even notice that the High Lord had approached from behind.

“......Damn!”

By the time Rex snapped back to reality, it was already too late.

Samael’s fist pierced through Rex’s abdomen.

Rex’s horn shattered into pieces.

About 3 seconds before a large hole was pierced through Rex's body.

“Wasted time on unnecessary things.”

Maltiell, who had summoned Samael, withdrew his hand pointing at Rex and swung it toward the boy.

“Push him away.”

The boy once again released all his strength from his fingertips. No matter how slow his reaction time was, Maltiell had not expected him to just stand there and watch after summoning Samael.

The dark clouds, responding to the boy’s command, ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) roared again. A white lightning enveloped the boy’s back and quickly moved down his arms, gathering at his fingertips.

Of course, Maltiell was aware that the boy would react easily to his attack.

Whoosh―!

The lightning from the boy’s fingertips was dodged by Maltiell, twisting his body in midair to avoid it.

The movements of his arm, the direction of his fingertips, the balance of his body, and the faint twitching of his facial muscles—there were countless clues that allowed Maltiell to predict the boy’s attack trajectory.

No matter how genius the mage, the boy lacked experience and physical prowess.

In the end, this battle was one Maltiell was certain to win. No matter how powerful the magic, if it didn’t land, what was the use?

“Now, what’s next?! Is this the end?”

Maltiell, who had narrowly avoided the attack, laughed loudly and extended his sharp claws.

The Reaper’s scythe descended once more onto the boy’s shoulder.

A flash of clarity filled the boy’s darkened vision.

A cold, icy sensation descended from behind him, and just as everything seemed about to end—

“Overload.”

The boy barely managed to mutter the word.

‘It’s too late to shoot lightning now. My claws have already touched your skin.’

Maltiell’s dark claws grazed the boy’s skin. Soon, blood vessels tore, and red blood gushed out.

The outcome was decided. No matter how much magic the boy unleashed to burn Maltiell, there was no way to stop Maltiell’s claws from tearing into his skin.

‘It’s over.......’

Whoosh―!

The next moment, Maltiell’s claws crossed through the air.

“......Huh.”

Maltiell’s claws certainly touched the boy’s neck.

And at that moment, the battle seemed all but over.

The boy’s body, despite his superior magical talent, was weak and fragile, while Maltiell’s movements were so fast that even the continent’s best soldiers couldn’t keep up.

His reaction speed, stamina, and strength were all lacking, and Maltiell clearly knew the boy was fragile.

That’s why, the moment his claws touched the boy’s neck, Maltiell was sure of his victory. A simple and trivial jab, yet the boy had no way to avoid it.

......Or so he thought.

“.......”

Maltiell’s claws only lightly scraped the boy’s skin, not leaving any deeper wounds.

The boy, with the swiftness of a beast, quickly tilted his head back, and Maltiell’s claws sprayed the red blood across the black clouds behind him.

At that moment, confusion filled the mind of the General, who was responsible for both reason and malice.

‘Bin’s physical abilities are far below average. They’re so low that ‘inferior’ doesn’t even cover it. I know this well from the battle in the forest that night.’

Yet, even in the midst of that, his thoughts moved quickly.

‘Looking at his muscle mass and cardiovascular capacity, I can roughly guess what’s happening. No matter how much of a hasty attack it was, the chance of him dodging it was almost zero.’

The possibility of evading Maltiell’s attack.

In fact, there are many who can make this statement a reality.

Not only the sword saints but also the assassins and scouts in his party could do this, and even the elven sniper general could manage it.

Even if they weren’t generals, soldiers with decent skills could pull this off a few times.

Maltiell’s attack wasn’t done with full intent, and it wasn’t fast either. The angle of the strike was something easily avoided with just a slight tilt of the head.

“Huh.”

Yet, Maltiell couldn’t stop the wave of confusion from overwhelming his mind.

The one who avoided his attack was none other than ‘Bin.’

Confusion flooded his mind like a tsunami, followed by a strange sensation that washed over his limbs.

Maltiell struggled to pinpoint the cause of this sensation, and in doing so, he failed to notice the noisy dark clouds above him.

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‘He didn’t dodge it...... he was avoided by it. This wasn’t an active action on his part.’

The spark inside the boy’s body suddenly erupted. Electricity coursed through him.

‘The body temperature rapidly rose. Something is happening inside him right now.’

Lightning, electricity, current.

‘Current......?’

Words and phrases rushed through the General’s mind in disarray.

‘The body temperature is rising sharply, and I can hear faint sparks from within his body.’

Soon, one possibility crossed the mind of this General, who had seen many wars and battles.

“You’ve touched bioelectric currents.”

Human muscles move through the bioelectric current that is controlled by the brain or spinal cord.

Most living creatures convert external stimuli into electrical signals using one of their senses, which are then analyzed by the brain or spinal cord. Based on this analysis, the brain sends commands to the muscles.

When a trained boxer gets punched in the ribs, the pain from the ribs is ‘stimulus,’ and based on this stimulus, the brain emits electrical signals with the commands ‘endure’ or ‘don’t move.’

With human talent and continuous effort, the speed can vary greatly, but for most humans, it takes at least 0.1 seconds from the transmission of the ‘stimulus’ to the brain and the brain sending back the corresponding ‘command.’

0.1 seconds.

To some, it’s nothing, but for elite soldiers who face death, that short time is incredibly important.

That brief instant of bioelectric current traveling through nerve cells and passing through the brain can determine the winner and the loser.

That’s why the boy thought.

To eliminate that 0.1-second delay.

Already slow in his movements, he didn’t have the time to wait for his brain to make a decision.

A reckless idea that ordinary humans couldn’t even imagine, and even the previous generation’s 9th Circle Electric Mages, who were known as the pinnacle of electric magic, had never attempted it.

The boy decided to manipulate the bioelectric current that controlled his body.

‘When an object approaches my skin at a certain speed, my muscles will immediately move to avoid that stimulus.’

Normally, the ‘stimulus’ current would have to travel toward the brain or spinal cord, but the boy’s magic transformed that current at the point of stimulus into a ‘command’ current.

The ‘command’ current sent to his muscles was simple.

[Contract: Contract now.]

Since it bypasses the brain, no more detailed or precise commands were possible.

‘For now, this is enough.’

A frail boy who couldn’t compare to ordinary humans in terms of strength or endurance developed this.

A reaction speed that far exceeds any ‘biological’ law.

A dangerous shortcut.

“Any mistake, and all your nerves will burn.”

This dangerous shortcut was like ‘illegal tuning.’

It was like tearing apart a well-built ‘human’ and adding makeshift engines and tuning parts at the user’s whim.

If no issues arise, it would be strange.

If an error happens, the boy’s body will move uncontrollably, and in the worst case, his nervous system could break down, leaving him crippled.

“So?”

The boy raised his hand above his head. His face was filled with fierce anger and resolve.

Compared to the fact that he might miss the General in front of him, the fear of becoming crippled didn’t matter to him.

“Just need to make it through today.”

For about 30 days, he had not used any magic, conserving his mana.

To maintain peak condition, he focused only on rest three days before the final day and even spent a whole day in personal meditation.

A high concentration of ‘Blooming’ activated through a massive amount of mana.

A delicate and reckless stunt only usable in extreme states of awakening.

This was the boy’s unique and reckless move, something no one else in this world could replicate.

“How many more times can you react to my attacks? Maybe three times, five at most if I'm lucky. But eventually, something will break. It’s just a matter of time!”

Before long, the boy’s fingertips reached the dark clouds as he soared high into the sky.

“Before a problem arises, I’ll kill you. Simple and sure solution.”

The moment the thick red clouds that had settled on the battlefield disappeared, the blue sky once again looked down upon the battlefield, and the boy’s fingertips held a burst of intense light that would not even allow one to look at it directly.

“Spit it out.”

The pure white light that exploded at 2000 meters above ground did not spread like other lightning. Only one thick beam shot straight toward the target.

The target, of course, was the Great Lord Maltiell.