The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 226

Who would have thought he had such a skill?

It was beyond imagination.

Seong had no way of knowing, but just that one skill was enough for Deputy Manager Lee Jae-kyung to conclude that Seong was bound to lose.

A skill that could only be used when progress reached 80%.

Severance.

A skill that completely isolated its target from any external contact.

Once activated, it would not be undone unless the number of people within the designated area decreased.

No one could aid either Seong or Ragna Eckrion.

Ragna Eckrion had likely used it, assuming Seong would seek external assistance.

But in reality, it was a hard counter to Seong as a Black Mage.

"This won’t be easy..."

Just the thought of being unable to summon the familiars he frequently relied on was enough to make him tense.

There was a vast difference between choosing not to use something and being outright unable to use it.

As the tension unexpectedly surged within him—

Ragna Eckrion, observing Seong, nodded slightly.

“I was aware that Leon was supporting you, but he’s of no concern to me, so I didn’t worry much. But judging by your reaction... it seems you had someone else you were relying on.”

He had caught on to it.

Seong’s reaction was a clear giveaway that he had lost his support system, leaving him momentarily shaken.

However, he quickly composed himself and slowly drew his sword.

As he calmly assessed the situation and readied his blade—

Ragna Eckrion smirked, pulling out his own sword as well.

“They say you’re quite skilled. That raises my expectations. For me— and for this sword, too.”

He spoke with an affectionate tone, as if admiring his blade.

At that moment, Ragna Eckrion’s sword emitted a pulsing thrum, as if it were alive.

The black-violet blade writhed, tendrils flowing from the hilt like veins. They slithered up his arm, completely engulfing his right forearm.

The vein-like tendrils embedded themselves into his flesh as if they were parasites, connecting to his bloodstream.

And then, the pulsating began.

Thump— Thump—

Thump! Thump—! Thump—!!!

With each heartbeat, Seong saw something new appear before his eyes.

[You have encountered the Hidden Unique Raid Boss, 『Ragna Eckrion』.] freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

[Phase 1 has begun.]

!!! WARNING !!!

☠ A minimum of six Legendary-class players is required for this raid! ☠

☠ You are currently NOT in a party! ☠

☠ This is extremely dangerous! ☠

☠ The level gap is severe! ☠

☠ DANGER! ☠

Even the system message was filled with frantic warnings.

This was the first time Seong had ever seen a Hidden Unique Raid Boss.

"A raid that requires at least six Legendary-class players?"

The quest had mentioned nothing about such a requirement.

Then—

It hit him.

"Was this... a mission meant to be failed from the start?"

There were some quests designed for failure. He had heard of them before.

Was this one of those quests?

But even so, it didn’t matter.

Even if he couldn’t summon his familiars.

Even if he had to face this alone.

If he gave it everything he had, he could change the outcome.

At the very least—

"I just have to do my best."

The moment he made that decision, a turquoise glow flickered in his eyes.

He would use every bit of his past experiences, every lesson learned from knights and warriors.

Ragna Eckrion tilted his head slightly, as if puzzled by the change.

But it didn’t matter.

“You’ll be nothing more than a sacrifice for my sword.”

The words had barely left Ragna Eckrion’s lips before he moved.

His speed was so overwhelming that the ground ruptured beneath him, leaving deep imprints where he once stood.

A crater formed, as if a meteor had struck.

A testament to just how terrifyingly fast Ragna Eckrion was.

But Seong—

He reacted.

He wasn’t fast enough to match Ragna Eckrion.

But he was fast enough to respond.

With his black-violet sword, Ragna Eckrion aimed to cleave Seong in two.

But at that instant—

Something emerged behind Seong.

From the depths of darkness, an eye appeared—

A watchful gaze from the abyss itself, locking onto Ragna Eckrion.

—Flash!

For an instant, their eyes met.

And in that moment—

Ragna Eckrion felt his sword disappear from his grip.

A flash of terror ran through him.

Seong took advantage of that brief opening and began activating his skills.

However—

Shhhk—!

In a swift, precise motion—

Ragna Eckrion’s blade cleaved through the abyssal eye.

The darkness was cut apart, its form unable to hold together.

"It can be cut...?"

Was it the effect of that cursed sword?

Or was it Ragna Eckrion’s power itself?

One thing was certain—

His magic and skills were being nullified by that sword.

Even though Ragna Eckrion had momentarily fallen into fear, he was still able to move.

That was strange.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

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An explosion erupted like a detonated shell.

BOOM!!!

With an earth-shattering explosion, Ragna Eckrion lunged forward, his bloodshot eyes burning with fury.

“How dare you show me such an illusion?! You deserve to die!”

His rage was palpable.

The speed at which he charged was beyond comprehension.

Realizing he had no time to complete his skill activation, Seong abruptly canceled his incantations and instead summoned a shield of darkness using the Lord of Shadows.

Ragna Eckrion’s blade met the dark shield head-on.

CRACK!

Kakakakakak—!!!

The sword strike ripped through the dark shield instantly, tearing it apart as if it were mere paper.

But in that short moment, Seong had already stepped back, gaining a precious fraction of a second.

At the very moment Ragna Eckrion’s blade finished cleaving through the shield—

Seong activated Grip of the Abyss.

Dark, twisted claws surged from beneath Ragna Eckrion’s feet, locking onto him.

A sensation of immobility overtook him.

“......?”

A skill that could restrain him?

His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as he looked at Seong with genuine confusion.

And from the very beginning—

“What are these techniques you keep using?”

These were not normal skills.

In his rage, he had initially ignored the peculiarities.

But now, he was certain—something was off.

But it was too late.

Seong had confirmed the effect of the immobilization—

And without hesitation, he unleashed his next attack.

With the power of the Lord of Shadows, he invoked the Fallen Black Spikes.

From the darkness, a forest of black thorns erupted, impaling Ragna Eckrion’s entire body.

And from the sky—

A rain of shadowed spears plummeted down.

Pupupupupupupup—!!!

Like a porcupine, countless spikes pierced Ragna Eckrion’s flesh.

The Fallen Black Spikes intertwined into a single massive stalk, forming a black rose in bloom.

And with it—

Darkness consumed everything.

Kwakakakakaka—!!!

The resulting energy wave sought to devour everything in its wake.

But then—

Seong felt something approaching.

He instinctively raised his sword, enveloping it in shadow with the power of the Lord of Shadows.

Kakakakakaka—!!!

The moment he blocked, a clash erupted.

Ragna Eckrion’s black-violet blade had barely been stopped.

But the force behind it—

Seong shuddered.

The difference in power was overwhelming.

Seong gritted his teeth, eyes locked onto Ragna Eckrion.

And Ragna Eckrion—

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Seong.

“You’re not a swordsman.”

At first, his tone had been doubtful.

Now, it was certain.

But Seong ignored him.

He forced his sword forward, pushing Ragna Eckrion back just enough—

Then, with both feet—

He kicked him square in the abdomen.

Pwoom—!!!

The impact should have sent Ragna Eckrion flying.

But—

It was like kicking a wall of steel.

Instead, Seong was the one who was forced backward, skidding across the ground.

At the very least—

He had gained distance.

Without missing a beat, Seong extended his left hand—

And °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° activated the Tome of Ruin.

The forbidden spell, erased from history, manifested.

A geometric magic circle unfolded, staining the sky black.

Ragna Eckrion’s instincts screamed.

His gaze flicked upward—

And his expression shifted.

The sky had split open.

—Crrrrrack.

The heavens themselves ruptured, unveiling an apocalyptic sight.

From within the fissure—

Countless bolts of lightning surged forth.

There were too many to count.

A single massive lance of divine energy formed, its brilliance so overwhelming that all color faded from the world.

A spear of annihilation, descending upon Ragna Eckrion.

Eyes wide, he swung his blade in desperation.

But the lance was faster.

It struck before he could react.

————————!!!

The earth surged, then collapsed inward.

Where Ragna Eckrion had once stood, the spear of destruction had obliterated everything.

A crater of pure nothingness was left behind.

A skill of unparalleled devastation.

But Seong—

He did not lower his guard.

He wreathed himself in the Flames of the Dead, his turquoise fire blazing skyward.

He stacked every enhancement he had.

And still—

It wasn’t enough.

With the Lord of Shadows, he encased himself in darkness, shaping it into a full plate of armor.

Now—

He looked just like his familiars.

A black-cloaked figure, shrouded in raging blue flames.

And then—

From within the crater—

Ragna Eckrion emerged.

"This bastard... he’s a monster."

Even after taking that attack head-on—

He hadn’t even entered Phase 2.

This wasn’t normal.

But Seong showed no reaction.

The goal remained the same.

Defeat him.

Steadying his stance, Seong prepared to strike again.

And Ragna Eckrion—

He exhaled slowly.

“A Black Mage, huh?”

A genuine murmur of admiration.

He shook his head slightly, as if truly impressed.

“I never thought you’d give me this much trouble.”

As he spoke—

He raised his black-violet sword.

Seong braced himself.

And then—

For a fraction of a second—

Both their figures distorted, stretching like warped reflections in a rippling pond.

Then—

Their blades clashed.

Kwakakakakakak—!!!

A shockwave erupted, decimating the battlefield.

The ground fractured, the air imploded, and the world itself shook.

Pwoooooom—!!!

A raging storm tore through the surroundings.

Even the trees bent and snapped, retreating from the sheer force of the battle.

And still—

They were not done.

Their blades rebounded—

Only for both to immediately strike again.

Ragna Eckrion’s swordsmanship was brutal, cutting through space itself, leaving behind a waving distortion.

Seong’s blade, however—

It was fluid.

It was swift.

It was elegant, devouring the space around them like an abyss.

When their swords met again—

Seong’s blade surged forward, releasing a barrage of slashes toward Ragna Eckrion.

And in that moment—

Ragna Eckrion’s eyes widened.

"...What is this?"