I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 96

Bin, who had been showering lightning several times in the air, fluttered his thin hair in the wind. A pure white light shot out through his fluttering hair and then disappeared in an instant, repeating several times. His weak and thin hair had become curly hair with considerable volume.

Across from Bin, Maltiel was smiling so sinisterly that it sent goosebumps all over his body.

There was a distance of about 50 meters between them. Maltiel could have narrowed the distance in a single step if he wanted, but this cautious demon did not do so.

It was because he did not know how far Bin’s ‘overload’ area would reach.

The boy was currently far beyond the reflex speed of a living creature. No matter how fast Maltiel threw a punch at the boy, it would only slightly graze the edge of his skin and would not leave a fatal wound.

Of course, Malthael’s poison could penetrate through Bin’s wounds and inflict significant damage... ... .

‘There’s no time.’

It had already been two minutes since the battle began.

The swordsman must have seen the lightning flashes in the sky and was running towards this direction.

It was not strange for Malthael’s neck to be pierced by a cold blade right now.

‘What’s needed is a decisive blow.’

Time was on Bin’s side.

If the fight dragged on, Malthael’s defeat would be certain. What this monster needed now was a bold and dangerous move that would end everything at once.

“This is my last gamble, my dear.”

After finishing his work, Malthael began to gather pitch-black light on his fingertips. There was no reason or leisure to save the 30% of magic power left in Malthael’s body.

The boy’s eyes, fluttering down toward the floor, flashed blue for a moment. The boy was about to unleash another massive lightning bolt against the black beam that Malthael would unleash on him.

A tense and dangerous standoff unfolded, as if two tanks were standing face to face on a sheet of ice.

“Beeeeeeeein!”

A desperate cry from an orc broke through the standoff.

Malthael instinctively turned his gaze in the direction the voice had come from.

‘An annoying artifact.’

For a split second, Malthael’s thoughts were shaken.

Malthael still did not know exactly what effect Rex’s artifact had, what kind of recoil it had, and what kind of restrictions it had.

The monster had no choice but to face the complete unknown once again.

For a moment, his pupils trembled with agitation.

“Stretch.”

The boy did not miss the momentary gap that the monster showed as it faced the unknown.

The robe fluttered along the boy’s arm. A small current first touched Malthael’s chest, and the next moment, a large light containing billions of volts shot out along the current.

A flash of light descended on the battlefield.

‘Sharp.’

Malthael was a great monarch who had survived countless types of enemies over the past 30 years. Among his past opponents were veterans who had been in battle for centuries, monsters that defied common sense, and promising geniuses who had suddenly become famous, like the white-haired boy before his eyes.

‘He has many physical defects, but his judgment is not lacking. His thoughts proceed in an instant, and his decisions are always made in an instant.’

Bin had become incomparably stronger than when he first saw him. Starting with summoning spirits and borrowing their power, the power and perfection of the lightning magic that was already threatening increased tremendously, and above all, he showed creativity by making up for his weaknesses with the manipulation of ‘biological current’, however clumsily.

Judging by his age and the current trend, it was clear that at this rate of growth, he would become a threat similar to the Sword Master within 3 years... no, within 2 years at the earliest.

The boy was growing fearfully at every moment.

Even at this moment when battle was taking place.

‘That’s why I believed that you wouldn’t miss this gap.’

The small wavering in Malthael’s eyes was a level of shaking that only a person of considerable skill could detect.

It was a small and faint shaking that even an ordinary soldier, or someone of considerable skill, would detect and disappear before they could even think of it as a ‘gap.’

‘You must be quite agitated right now. You can see the enemy’s movements better than usual, and even faint shaking will feel like a large gap.’

Malthael started to run straight toward the light emanating from the boy’s hand.

‘It’s not your fault. All geniuses fall into that kind of arrogance at least once. The sense of accomplishment of reaching a higher level brings a sense of omnipotence, even if only for a moment, of understanding the principles of all things.’

Malthael’s upper body was pierced by a huge light.

The blood in his arms and wings instantly vaporized due to the enormous heat emitted by the light. His blood vessels expanded, and soon small explosions erupted all over his body. The shattered flesh and muscles were soon turned into black powder by the lightning’s branches.

‘There is only one loser. In the end, the gap between your experience and mine that could not be filled.’

Even as the massive flash of light trampled Malthael’s upper body and head, his lower body did not stop running.

The filthy legs that had run the distance of 50 meters in less than a second were already aiming for the boy’s side before the flash had even left the battlefield.

It was an instant that new flesh and muscle grew from his legs.

Malthael first repaired his right arm and chest, and the tips of his thin, dirty fingers were filled with a black light.

If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight.net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.

“It’s the end.”

With half a face, Malthael laughed unpleasantly.

A belated thunderclap was heard. It was behind Malthael.

About 0.5 seconds before Bin unleashed a massive amount of lightning.

With a huge hole in his stomach and rotting flesh, Rex, an orc, held his horn in his hand and screamed loudly.

This was obviously strange.

There had to be a better form of surprise than just shouting stupidly and advertising, “I’m going to volunteer now.”

Rex was a veteran of battle. He wasn’t the type to make such a basic mistake by wallowing in self-pity over his own weakness. frёewebnoѵēl.com

“Beeeeeeeeeeee!”

So it was reasonable to assume that his desperate, loud cry had a hidden meaning.

Clank, clank!

Corroded screws and parts poured out of Rex’s prosthetic arm like wheat pouring out of a perforated basket.

Rex’s scream had two purposes.

First, it was to confuse the enemy.

Instead of blowing the horn, he shouted his name to attract attention. If he was the type of enemy who planned and judged everything rationally and meticulously like Malthael, he could have concluded from his stupid actions that he was in a situation where he couldn’t summon the Bone Corps for some reason.

If he could summon the Bone Corps, he would have blown the horn, because he wouldn’t have done something stupid like holding it in his hand and shouting its name out loud.

Beep-

A loud tinnitus reached Rex’s ears first as he ran toward Malthael. Then, light burst from the boy’s fingertips, and the light burned Malthael’s upper body completely, leaving no trace.

A huge flash of light covered both of his eyes. A living being would have instinctively squinted and turned his head away, but Rex didn’t.

Rex watched with his eyes wide open as Malthael ran straight toward the light instead of running away from it.

The second reason was to calm down the young and talented wizard who was currently in a state of high excitement due to the current battle.

Since Bin was appointed as a general, Rex had never once called him anything other than 'General'. There was no other reason for calling the boy by his real name instead of his usual title in this critical situation where every moment was precious.

'Calmly look at the situation. We have the upper hand.'

To Rex, Bin currently seemed to have reached a state of supremacy for some unknown reason. He pressured Malthael by freely pouring out a massive amount of electricity like his hands and feet, enough to burn the body of the overlord in an instant, and even pushed him to the brink of taking Malthael's life.

However, that opportunity was lost due to the sacrifice of High Lord Samael, and Malthael fully recovered his physical strength.

It was not strange for Bin, who had not been in combat for that long, to feel impatient.

So it was necessary to calm the young genius who might have been excited.

“It’s the end.”

Flesh and bones began to grow from Malthael’s legs, which had pierced through the pure white light head-on. They created pitch-black arms and a half-face, and Malthael immediately gathered the pitch-black light into his hands.

He didn’t know if his shout had reached the boy. All Rex could do was trust his general and put the horn in his mouth.

Kugung—!

The vibrations created by the horn, shadowing the belated thunder, spread through the air toward the place where the boy and Malthael were standing.

A faint crack rippled just below /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ Malthael’s feet. Countless finger bones climbed up his body.

The overlord of logic and reason belatedly noticed the sudden change.

The pitch-black light was still gathered in the overlord’s hand.

‘You were pretending not to be able to use the hornpipe, or did the conditions for its use come true late? Either way, it doesn’t matter.’

There was no reason for Malthael to stop attacking now.

Even though he would be temporarily bound by the bones that rose from under his feet, his fingertips were definitely pointing at the boy’s chest, and the magic would soon explode.

As long as the boy died, he didn’t care what happened to his own life.

‘Instead of grabbing his ankles, I should have made a shield.’

Malthael laughed inwardly and released the magic from his fingertips without paying any attention.

A light close to darkness covered the battlefield.