The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 208

It sliced through empty air.

"......."

Seong furrowed his brows slightly and looked at Berto and Narisha.

As the Torrent of Blades ended, the Abyssal Grasp dissipated as well, allowing Narisha to move again.

Losing such a golden opportunity so suddenly was frustrating.

But Seong was already analyzing the situation.

"Two opponents."

This was the first time he had faced two bosses at once—an unexpected mistake.

Or rather, he hadn’t anticipated that Berto would recover from his damage so quickly.

A slight miscalculation, but one that provided valuable information.

Straightening his stance, Seong adjusted his grip on his sword and locked eyes with them.

Sensing that he was no ordinary opponent, Berto and Narisha’s demeanor subtly shifted.

Berto, still bearing the mark of death, stood beside Narisha, who extended her razor-sharp claws.

The two of them grinned.

“Now we’re the hunters.”

“It’s your turn to be caught.”

They charged at him with terrifying speed.

One from each side.

Seong’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A two-against-one disadvantage.

From one side, Berto rushed forward in a straightforward but blindingly fast sprint, his legs glowing as he accelerated.

From the other, Narisha approached with eerie, elusive movements, creeping toward him like a shadow.

Both were fast—too fast to deal with comfortably.

Seong wondered if this was how his past opponents had felt.

After all, he often commanded multiple minions to overwhelm his enemies.

A small smirk formed on his lips at the thought.

He swung his sword.

A fluid, precise motion blocked Berto’s charge.

Then, behind him, Narisha emerged—only to be met by a storm of Blood Blades.

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!!!

From a single drop of blood, hundreds of crimson blades burst forth.

Narisha’s eyes widened in alarm. She instantly activated a skill.

She vanished into the shadows.

But a moment later, she reappeared elsewhere—only to find the Blood Blades relentlessly homing in on her.

So much for calling themselves the hunters.

Meanwhile, Berto, baring his sharp fangs, retreated and attempted to bite into the empty air.

Seong immediately leapt back.

A heartbeat later, a massive set of dark jaws materialized where he had just stood, snapping shut with a crunch.

"A ranged attack?"

That was unexpected.

Had his instincts been any duller, he would’ve been caught in that.

Berto, his attack having failed, snarled.

"Awooooo!!!"

A wolf-like howl erupted from his throat, spreading out in waves.

The sound slammed toward Seong like a physical force, but he countered by launching several Blood Blades into the attack.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The collision caused the number of his Blood Blades to drop to less than half.

At the same time, Narisha’s eyes gleamed as she extended her claws even further.

She slashed in a wide arc—

And crescent-shaped blades shot out, slicing through the remaining Blood Blades, shattering them in an instant.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of crimson swords burst apart, yet neither of his opponents had taken any significant damage.

Not that Seong cared.

He simply flicked his fingers.

Narisha, sensing an imminent attack, tensed in caution—

And above her head, a clock hand materialized.

Seong’s voice rang out.

“Ten minutes.”

She didn’t know what that meant.

But the ominous feeling creeping up her spine was unmistakable.

Narisha scowled and lunged at him.

Seong raised his ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) sword, blocking her advance, while also reaching out toward Berto—

A turquoise spear materialized and shot toward him.

Swish!

Berto, seeing the incoming attack, dodged.

At that moment, the blood-red fangs shimmering around his mouth disappeared.

His skill was gone.

Not because he moved to cancel it.

But because it had been stolen.

A second later, Seong’s fangs turned red—

And then Narisha’s throat was suddenly clamped by an unseen, bloody bite.

Crunch!

Skill theft.

Narisha staggered backward, feeling the damage surge through her.

She tried to cast a skill of her own.

A sinister black cat formed, about to unleash a wailing curse—

But behind her, a witch appeared, cackling madly.

"Keh-heh-heh-heh!"

Before Narisha could react, glowing turquoise threads stitched her mouth shut.

Her skill was sealed.

Seong lunged forward.

From the tip of his blade, a crimson torrent of blood erupted, surging toward Narisha in a relentless, shredding vortex.

With her skills sealed, she had no way to escape.

Berto tried to move to save her—

But a crimson sword aura shot toward him.

It was no ordinary attack.

It carried an insidious, corrosive blood poison.

Sensing danger, Berto ducked to dodge—

And in that instant, he saw it.

The Abyssal Slash barreling toward him.

Shrrrk—!!!

A deep gash tore through his body.

Before he could react, chains from the abyss coiled around him, shackling him in place.

Seong, who had seemed focused on Narisha, abruptly switched directions—

And slashed toward Berto instead.

As the Abyssal Slash connected, a shroud of darkness engulfed Berto, robbing him of all his senses.

He couldn’t move.

Couldn’t resist.

Completely helpless.

At the same time, Narisha, already battered from the Blood Torrent, attempted one last attack—

But a towering Reaper materialized behind her.

With a single swing of its massive scythe—

Narisha’s throat was slit.

Every move had been coldly calculated.

With Berto incapacitated, they were no longer formidable opponents.

Seong ignored Berto and instead pursued Narisha.

Even as she desperately dodged, Seong unleashed a flurry of relentless attacks.

Without Berto, she had no chance.

Seong smirked.

"Weren’t you the hunters?"

"Kyaaahhh!!!"

At first, they had been formidable opponents.

With both of them attacking together, even Seong found it difficult to handle.

But once Berto had been restrained, the tide of battle shifted dramatically.

A minute later, Berto rejoined the fight—

But by then, Narisha’s depleted stamina had thrown off their coordination.

Seong relentlessly targeted Narisha, the weaker link.

And finally—

As ten minutes passed, the clock hand above Narisha’s head reached its mark.

A piercing alarm rang out.

De—eeeng!

De—eeeng!

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De—eeeng!

Narisha’s eyes rolled back.

“Krrrk.”

With a guttural sound, she collapsed.

And then—

[Hidden Raid Boss 『Narisha & Berto』 is transforming.]

[Hidden Raid Boss 『Narisha & Berto』 has entered Phase 2.]

Caution:

Upon entering Phase 2, the raid boss becomes significantly more powerful.Proceed with extreme caution.The long-awaited Phase 2.

Seong's body froze as the event scene triggered.

Berto cautiously approached Narisha’s fallen body.

Then, like a shadow, Narisha was absorbed into Berto—

And in the next instant, Berto transformed, as though donning a cat’s mask, his body expanding in size.

Now standing at roughly two meters tall, his sheer presence exuded overwhelming power.

Despite the feline mask, there was nothing amusing about his new form.

If anything, his movements seemed even faster than before.

Stronger, yet still agile?

This was going to be a challenge.

‘Hmm.’

He had used quite a few skills during Phase 1.

There were still some left—

But if this dragged on, things could take a turn for the worse.

Yet, despite the threat before him, there was no trace of tension or anxiety on Seong’s face.

As soon as the event scene ended and he regained control of his body—

Seong snapped his fingers.

Snap!

With that simple motion, his skill activated.

From the void, the Gates of the Underworld opened—

And his servants emerged.

“Kuhahaha! You summoned us, Lord!”

“T-thank you for calling me!”

“Oh-ho, you rang for us, huh?”

“We have answered the call of our Lord.”

The four revenants stepped forward.

Berto's eyes flickered wildly.

Unexpected reinforcements.

Seong smirked as he watched Berto's reaction.

"Now it's my turn to be the hunter."

And with that, Phase 2 began.

5.

A lone NPC stood in the Valley of Despair, diligently conducting an investigation.

At first, a few players had taken notice—

But after several days of nothing but searching, most had lost interest.

Now, he was nothing more than a background figure, ignored by passing adventurers.

Yet the NPC himself looked increasingly frustrated.

"...Not a single trace."

After days of searching, he was certain of it.

The NPC, stepping fully into the light, revealed himself—

Hero Luke.

After Overpalace had vanished, Plinky had also left, saying he had other business to attend to.

Yet Luke alone had remained, scouring the valley, searching for any remnants of his predecessor—Hero Hindel.

But no matter how much he searched, there was nothing.

Feeling a creeping sense of despair, he gazed up at the sky.

Perhaps it was time to leave.

"But to leave empty-handed...?"

He had struggled so hard to uncover the truth about his predecessor.

Yet, he had learned nothing.

Even Hindel’s journals provided no clear answers.

Where should he go next?

Then, a memory surfaced.

Plinky’s words.

“Overlord.”

Records of his predecessor were strangely absent.

And similarly—

Records of the Overlord had also vanished.

Luke narrowed his eyes.

Both the former Overlord and the former Hero—their histories had been erased.

And there was only one place that had the power to do such a thing.

“Overpalace.”

A group governed by the Nine Heroes of Black Star—

An organization so overwhelmingly powerful that even Luke dared not challenge them.

And at its core—

The Overlord, the most crucial figure of all.

Perhaps—

"The current Overlord knows something about my predecessor."

Ordinarily, Overpalace would never allow him access.

But...

There was one opportunity.

A Hero’s Summit had recently been called.

And the meeting place?

Overpalace.

If he timed it right—

He could infiltrate without Overpalace interfering.

With that thought, Luke moved.

A ghostly presence followed, sighing deeply.

“Haah... Here we go again.”

“He should be training instead of running around like this...”

Unbeknownst to Luke—

The very man he sought, Hindel, had only ever wanted him to focus on his training.