I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 88

“What’s Bell’s condition?”

The voice of the black sword suddenly came from the rear of the line. The black sword appeared in that place, carrying a light wind.

Riding the wind that the black sword created, the smell of burning flesh passed by the tip of my nose. Goosebumps instantly appeared on my spine.

“......For now, I’ve passed the critical point. My pulse and breathing are stable.”

“When will I wake up?”

“I don’t know. I might wake up tomorrow, or I might never wake up again.”

Grisha spoke softly, brushing away the jet-black hair of the unconscious Bell, as if he had taken all the measures he could.

“Spatial magic is a dangerous magic that can melt a wizard’s brain just by maintaining it...... I dispelled that dangerous magic in an instant, and took the Great Monarch’s explosion head-on. Even if I wake up, my brain might be damaged.”

Grisha slowly stroked Belle's arms and legs, his expression turning heartbroken. Most of the wounds torn by the explosion had healed, but the torn arms and legs had not grown back.

Even if Belle opened her eyes, she would have to replace the missing arm and leg with prosthetic limbs from the dwarves.

She would likely spend most of the rest of her life in a chair or bed, and she would likely never be deployed in the field again as a general.

There were cases like Rex's, who returned to the battlefield with prosthetic limbs, but this was mostly true for warriors and archers who had trained their bodies to the limit.

"What kind of miracle is this?"

Grisha spoke through clenched teeth, as if he was ashamed of his own incompetence. Her clothes were stained with bright red blood, and her face was a black shadow of despair.

The saint who always smiled kindly was nowhere to be found, and on the hill, there was only a woman who was in sorrow for losing her comrade, someone more precious than her.

“......Fuck.”

The saint finally managed to swear in her soft, thin voice.

Her tongue and mouth, which should have been reciting kind prayers, were polluted with worldly curses, but no one on this battlefield could stop her.

Grisha bit her lip. Blood flowed down her chin.

Drop.

And again.

Drop.

A few drops of blood fell onto Belle Artois’ cheek.

Despair weighed down her shoulders, and sadness seemed to pull her ankles deep down.

“Bell left instructions. Gather all the people who can fight. Those who are capable.”

Grisha got up from his seat, swallowing all the emotions surrounding him.

Grisha, who stood up on trembling legs, had indescribable anger and obsession in his eyes.

It was scary.

Probably not only me, but everyone on this battlefield felt fear when they saw her gaze.

The one on the hill right now was not the benevolent saintess.

It was a general consumed by anger.

“Squad leader, gather!”

In response to the saintess’ request, the swordsman shouted in a loud voice from the hill. Then, the soldiers who had been lost in thought at the sight of Grisha, whom they had never seen before, began to run up the hill belatedly.

I also climbed up the hill, joining the procession of soldiers.

“We will now proceed with the operation to track and destroy the overlord.”

Grisha’s eyes, which I saw up close, were filled with determination bordering on madness.

“First, General, you track down Michael. Bell said that you can track his location through scent... Can you do it?”

“The disgusting corpse smell of the overlords vibrates. The approximate locations of both overlords can be determined.”

Smell?

Smell?

That bastard, Geumseong, is not some kind of dog, and he said that he could determine the locations of two monsters that flew at hundreds of kilometers per hour a few minutes ago just by smell.

I couldn’t even guess how developed his senses were.

I had the foolish thought that if his five senses were that sensitive, he could even hear the soldier ants gossiping about the queen ant.

“While the general deals with Michael, I will form a strike force to track Malthael. Only soldiers who are currently judged to be useful in the battle against the overlords... Please gather around Bin.”

Grisha hesitated for a moment before saying my name, then firmly finished his order.

Following Grisha’s orders, soldiers who still had their limbs intact and were skilled began to gather around me one by one.

“Didn’t you say that Bin was just a decoy?”

My master with a white beard asked Grisha.

“Bin has done his job well enough. He is a genius, but he is not yet fully mature. I think General Grisha knows that it is too early to face the Overlord.”

Alter seemed anxious about sending me, who was still lacking in skill, to an all-out battle with the Overlord.

“If Bin dies in this battle, how will you handle the aftermath? The war is not over yet. It would be better for Bin to stay here and deal with the mutants and demons that the two Overlords abandoned and ran away.”

“Are you saying that you will fight the Overlord without a general? The strike force will not last even a minute and ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) will be completely destroyed. Is that what you want?”

Grisha shouted loudly, grabbing Alter’s collar with his bleeding arm.

The soldiers looked as if they could not believe that the woman in front of them was Grisha, seeing her violent and coercive appearance that was completely different from her usual appearance.

“I am not telling you to cut off Malthael’s head and bring it to me! I am just buying time until the Sword Master arrives at Malthael’s location! It will take less than five minutes at best. You can do that!”

Grisha shouted in a desperate voice, almost pleading. Tears were about to fall from his reddened eyes, and the arm holding Alter’s collar was shaking like an aspen tree.

“Bell promised his dead subordinates that he would kill all four Overlords. I, I......”

She lowered her head without letting go of Alter’s collar.

“Let’s try something, okay?”

I said to Grisha, who was overcome with emotion and unable to continue the story, half impulsively.

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“......Bin-nim?”

Alter looked at me with an expression of disbelief.

“Why are you looking at me so surprised? I’m a soldier in the Allied Forces too.”

I knew very well that I was far from being able to deal with the Great Monarch.

The right answer here was to say that I would stay.

At the very least, there were many ways to escape the battlefield.

Even if I said something ridiculous like, ‘My death would mean the death of the future of the continent’s people. I won’t take the risk.’ Those present would probably accept it.

In addition, I wasn’t skilled enough to suppress a Great Monarch on my own like the other generals.

I lacked experience, training, and ability.

Everyone knew this fact.

“Let’s get ready quickly. How do we track it? Is there a way?”

Nevertheless, I insisted on choosing the wrong answer.

Why?

... ... I don’t know.

A sense of duty as a soldier? No, that’s probably not it.

Worried about the soldiers who would die at Malthael’s hands? Well... ... I felt a little sorry for them, but it wasn’t the complete answer.

I couldn’t figure out what emotion was driving me to this impulse.

‘... ... Do I really need to find a reason?’

Running out of the house to pursue music, fighting the demons in the tutorial city of Strathers, making an absurd declaration in front of the king of the four races to live as a genius.

Most of the important things in my life happened because I couldn’t overcome absurd impulses.

It’s the same now.

I just wanted to do that.

What can I do? It’s my life, so I’ll bet what I want.

“It’s not like there’s no chance of winning, so don’t worry too much, Alter-nim.”

I know that too.

I’m just a rookie who’s just starting out with the basics of magic. The artifacts were making up for my shortcomings, but objectively and subjectively, my skills were still far from enough to take on a giant like the Overlord one-on-one.

One-on-one, that is.

However, among those who will be joining me are Alter and Rex, who absorbed the artifact and became incomparably stronger than before. I don’t like it, but I’ll be able to borrow a little bit of the power of the lightning spirit, ‘Dazin.’

I’m not fighting alone... ... .

Shouldn’t I be able to hold out for about five minutes?

“You’ve got exactly five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes, so grab Michael and join us quickly.”

“Not enough.”

Geomseong answered while stretching his ankles and calves. It seemed that even a Geomseong had to relax his lower body muscles in order to track down the Overlord who had already flown hundreds of kilometers away.

“Even if that’s the case, General, how are our strike force going to chase Malthael? We can’t smell anything, and we don’t have the ability to keep up with the Overlord flying at full speed......”

Thump.

Grisha answered by putting his hands together in prayer. Every time her trembling lips moved, a large spherical shield began to form around the strike force that had gathered around me.

“Uh, why the shield all of a sudden......”

I asked Grisha because I didn’t understand.

I thought he would give us a buff like ‘Grace of Acceleration’, but out of nowhere, a solid spherical shield covered us.

“Ugh......! Hoo.”

While I was still puzzled, unable to grasp the situation, I saw Geomseong taking a deep breath out of the corner of my eye, with both arms and legs spread wide, almost too wide.

His deep breathing posture reminded me of the free kick posture of a player who was once considered the best in the world.

A Portuguese player who is now spending the last years of his career in the Middle East... ... .

“Oh, wait a minute!”

A bad feeling flashed through my mind.

A spherical shield, two great monarchs far away, Geomseong preparing for a free kick.

... ... Something is seriously wrong here.

It seems like it.

Thump! Thump!

“Hey, sleep, hey!”

Geomseong started running briskly with light steps.

If a soccer official saw Geomseong’s posture, he would have made every suggestion he could to scout this crazy kid right away.

His left arm starting to draw a large circle, his upper body slightly leaning forward, and his steps that were neither too fast nor too slow.

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Geomseong’s foot was rooted in the perfect spot, and soon his right foot hit the bottom of the ball (with about thirty soldiers inside) exactly.

Heh heh, that was a perfect impact.

The ball carrying me (most of the nearly thirty men were armed with large swords or axes) began to extend eastward at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour.

“Eww!”

“What is this!”

“Hey, knife! Knife coming out aaaaah! Take good care of it, you punk!”

... ... I don’t need to explain that this place is a complete mess.

Ha, sir.

I should have just stayed with the wounded.