I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 77

The soldier, with Teru’s arm draped over his shoulder, was engulfed in a flash of light behind the soldier’s back. The glare, emanating from the fingers of the demons, spread forward as if it would erase everything in its path.

The soldier, standing in the middle of the unmanned zone, stared blankly at the approaching light.

There was no time to react. It was too late to raise his shield or take a defensive posture.

He was helpless.

The thought that he couldn’t do anything right filled his mind. He couldn’t even save his comrade, who had managed to cross the unmanned zone by some miracle. He had foolishly rushed out of the trench, shouting at his comrades to stop shooting, and in doing so, he had delayed the demons’ discovery of them.

He would become nothing but an unnamed chunk of meat in this battlefield, having failed to leave any mark, unable to help anyone.

“...”

He wanted to apologize to his comrades for his pitiful self, but he couldn’t even muster a laugh at the thought.

For a brief moment, he wanted to escape from this horrific reality. He wanted to find some hope amidst this damn mud and bodies, to find that something could still live.

It was a childish wish, an unattainable dream. And the price for that wish and dream was the lives of himself and his comrades.

If you turned your eyes away from reality, death would come.

That’s what the battlefield was like.

The soldier took a moment to gather his thoughts and closed his eyes.

The light drew nearer, about to pierce through his skull...

Boom!

Then, a tearing sound rang in his ears.

...It rang in his ears?

He couldn’t hold a shield or take cover. If he had been struck directly by the demon’s magic, his body should have been torn apart, but his ears kept receiving strange information.

Explosions, someone screaming, and ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) the sound of mud rising into the air before crashing back down to the ground.

He had never died before, but if he had, those were not the sounds that would reach him.

“...”

The soldier slowly opened his eyes in confusion.

Everything around him was covered in dust. His eyes burned as if on fire.

Through the dust clouds and the dark battlefield, light descended. The light illuminated a silver-haired boy. The boy’s eyes were deep and beautiful, like a drop of blue paint on a white canvas.

The boy’s presence exuded a mysterious aura that made those who looked at him feel drawn in.

“Ugh, damn, dust. Why is there so much dust flying around in this place full of mud?”

The boy waved his slender wrist to brush away the dust that was entering his nose. Despite the sudden ambush by the demons, he showed no sign of surprise. He seemed composed, as if he had expected all of this.

The soldier looked around the boy. He finally began to understand how he was still alive.

A radius of about one meter around the boy had become a complete mess. While it was certain that the boy had used some kind of defensive magic to save him, beyond that, there was nothing he could figure out due to his ignorance of magic.

The trench around them was also in chaos, but there didn’t seem to be significant casualties. A few soldiers were crawling out from under chunks of mud, clearing away the collapsed trench framework.

“Get down, you idiot!”

A shout from an officer came from the front. Only then did the soldier snap back to reality and slowly begin to move.

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He realized that, with the white-haired boy around, he would only be a hindrance to the boy’s full potential.

The soldier hastily stood up and tried to walk toward the trench. But in that moment, a soft voice emerged from the boy’s lips.

“...Please take the bodies with you if possible. At least bury them in a grave since we found them.”

The soldier froze in his tracks.

The faint compassion in the boy’s voice pierced his heart, tormenting it.

“...”

He quietly gazed at the boy’s pure white head and, holding back tears, carefully picked up the fallen ‘Teru.’

“What the hell are you doing, you bastard! Get down here!”

“Leave the bodies and hurry up! Don’t worry about that, you’ll die!”

The soldiers below in the trench yelled to leave the bodies behind and move quickly.

But he just couldn’t leave the body behind.

Why, he didn’t know.

Was it because this was the hope he had been desperately searching for?

It seemed like a ridiculous story. Hope in a body?

...Hope in a body.

“Damn.”

Yeah.

This must be the hope he had been looking for.

Proof that they fought bravely.

Proof that they resisted more fiercely than anyone else.

Proof that someone would remember his sacrifice, his courage.

Yes. This was what was needed.

This was what he needed.

With hope on his back, he quickly moved his legs and tumbled into the trench. The sound of soft flesh being crushed rang out, and the soldiers, looking at the body covered in poison, growled in anger. A chill spread through his shoulder as poison soaked into it, and soon, his senses began to fade.

Still, he couldn’t throw the body away.

It was the hope passed on by the continent’s hope, the boy.

At least, wasn’t proof that he could be remembered necessary?

That was what he believed.

“...Leave the body behind and move out. The battle will intensify.”

Rex, the orc guarding the boy, also believed that.

A giant boot stepped on the collapsed trench, sinking into the mud, and the massive orc began to appear over the unmanned zone.

“This is really high-quality magic.”

Rex, holding a massive axe, spoke to the boy with a hint of amusement.

“It’s a blessing from a spirit, after all.”

The boy casually smiled and responded.

A spirit’s blessing. The top-tier defensive magic that the boy obtained from the Akhiliptus Forest.

A special magic that could drastically increase a mage’s survival rate, one that only a very small number of people chosen by spirits could obtain.

The boy felt quite satisfied as the magic he had received a month ago now shone brightly.

“I’m glad I experimented with this magic beforehand. Thanks to that, I could dive in with confidence.”

“I’ve only swung an axe a few times for the general, but... well, it wasn’t a bad experience.”

The boy and Rex exchanged jokes that only they understood, both wearing faint smiles. Their bond had become close enough to ease each other’s tension before the fierce battle ahead.

“...There they are.”

The demons floating in the sky closed their eyes upon seeing the silver-haired boy step onto the battlefield and whispered to each other.

“...We’ll go soon. Until then, hold them back.”

“Understood.”

The largest demon among those floating in the sky moved his finger, which had just emitted a red glow, and pointed it directly at the boy.

“...It hasn’t been 15 seconds yet.”

“I know.”

The boy, unlike when he had confidently charged into the enemy’s fire earlier, hurriedly hid behind the orc’s back.

“Charge.”

The large-winged demon ordered in a low voice. Immediately, the demons behind him folded their wings and shot forward in a straight line toward the boy.

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They weren’t using magic, weapons, or mutants.

The demons shot toward the boy as if they were missiles, determined to hit him with a suicidal charge, thinking that simple attacks or magic couldn’t harm him.

For ordinary creatures, such an order would surely cause hesitation, but these were demons.

A species born to annihilate all life chose this barbaric, ignorant method.

“One point. Deficiency. Unity and compression.”

A voice full of age rang out from behind Rex, who had raised his axe.

The orc glared at the sky with a determined expression.

“Bolt.”

Electricity surged from the old man’s body, and soon, an electrical sphere compressed into a single point shot upwards from deep within the trench. A moment later, dozens of lightning bolts covered the sky.

The immense heat surrounded Rex’s skin. His steel arm was heated, and the boy hunched down behind the orc to shield himself from the heat.

The demons, who had been charging straight toward the boy, were instantly roasted. Their blackened flesh began to fall from the sky, and Rex skillfully struck them away with his axe, protecting the boy behind him.

The demon who had forced his subordinates into a suicidal charge looked down on the orc and the mages with a grim expression.

His large wings fluttered cautiously against the backdrop of black clouds.

“What are you doing, not coming?”

The boy provocatively challenged the demon standing in the sky with a cold expression.

“...Everything is for the unified world.”

The demon folded his wings and, like the others, dived down toward the boy.

“Manifest.”

As if waiting for this moment, crimson particles flowed out from the boy’s chest. The particles soon formed into a red crystal.

Click!

With a sound of mechanical gears meshing together, a blood-red beam shot up into the sky.

“...You’ve gotten a bit more skilled, I see?”

Rex remarked as he noticed the boy’s improved aim. It wasn’t long ago that the boy couldn’t even hit a moving spider, but now, he was able to intercept demons flying through the sky with ease.

“They’re flying straight toward me, that’s why.”

The boy lightly chuckled in response to Rex’s praise.

The demon’s body, split in two by the crimson beam, plummeted to the ground like a waterlogged paper airplane. The corpse emitted a foul smell before quickly decaying and blending into the mud.