Chapter 327
A story that denies the absolute truth of the world—that light and darkness are natural opposites.

But it wasn’t just empty words.

A miracle unfolded in Chris’s hands.

Within the realm of darkness, the energy of light began to surge dramatically.

His darkness had truly come to dominate even the light!

“Alright, that’s enough. Go away.”

A radiant brilliance, shining even more brilliantly within the darkness, wrapped tightly around the Death Knight Lord.

[Ugh… Grrrrr!!]

The forces of evil and light clashed, their energies—malice and holy radiance—quaking as if about to explode.

Then, silence fell over the arena.

As the vortex of light slowly faded, an astonishing sight appeared.

The Death Knight Lord’s form had vanished. He had truly been banished back!

[…You really are insane.]

The Silver Snow Demon Lord muttered absentmindedly.

From the moment she saw his ultimate skill, immediately elevating it to her own enlightenment, to the utterly absurd domain control—there was nothing about him that didn’t shock her.

Chris shrugged his shoulders and said,
“I’ve always been a bit exceptional.”

[And your personality’s crazy too. I like that. I’ve always liked crazy people. Anyway, follow me. I’ll take you to where my true body is.]

It wasn’t far.

When Chris and his group arrived at the sealed location, they couldn’t help but marvel.

Inside a glass tube filled with a transparent liquid floated a beautiful woman.

She was the Silver Snow Demon Lord’s original body.

If her spiritual form appeared as a cute little girl, her true form was like a majestic queen.

[…Aren’t you staring a bit too much? Don’t tell me you’re starting to have feelings for me?]

“…….”

[Hmph, I understand. Even I think I’m beautiful. Every time I look in the mirror, I get lost in my own thoughts.]

“That’s not it. And honestly, you’re not really my type.”

Between day-to-day survival and everything else, he had no time or mental space for such trivial feelings.

[Is that so? You’re saying I’m not attractive? Embarrassing as it is to admit, I’ve never been in a relationship. I want to experience love too.]

The Silver Snow Demon Lord shrank back, babbling nonsense, and Chris gave her a bewildered look.

This Demon Lord—despite her status—was surprisingly noisy and trivial.

“But no matter who I am, breaking this seal won’t be easy.”

Chris looked around carefully.

The Silver Snow Demon Lord’s original body, floating in the glass tube, was pierced countless times by thin rods, seemingly having its energy drained.

The real problem was the seal.

It was so solid that even Chris hesitated to touch it.

‘If I really dug in, maybe I could find a way, but there’s no time.’

It would take at least half a month of continuous effort.

And until then, the Lord of the Four Kings, the seal’s owner, wouldn’t just sit idly by.

“Is there any other way to break the seal?”

[No. It’s impossible to break.]

“Then?”

The Silver Snow Demon Lord’s voice was calm as she continued.

[There is only one way. Kill me.]

“!!”

Chris’s eyes widened.

[I have no choice. If this continues, I’ll become a tool of the Four Kings’ Castle, used for their terrible deeds. Better to die now. A noble sacrifice for the world.]

She shrugged.

[Of course, I know. If a perfect being like me—perfect in character, ability, and beauty—dies, it’s a huge loss for humanity. Even I find it regrettable.]

“……”

[…There are so many things I haven’t done yet. It’s a shame. I shouldn’t have just secretly read romance novels in the Demon Lord’s castle—I should have experienced love at least once. All the men in the world have lost their minds. Why does no one pay attention to someone as perfect as me?]

The Silver Snow Demon Lord sighed deeply.

[I’m rambling. It’s because I’m reluctant to die. I’ve said all I needed to say, so hurry up and kill me.]

Then, her spiritual form retreated to a corner and squeezed her eyes shut.

“…What are you doing?”

[I’m scared of dying. I always acted cool, like death didn’t bother me, but even a Demon Lord fears death.]

“……”

[Ah, but that doesn’t mean don’t kill me. Hurry up. I’m fine! Just scared! Isn’t it okay to be scared?]

Chris looked at her incredulously, then chuckled softly.

“No, I won’t kill you.”

[Don’t pity me! I’m fine! Scared and regretful, but fine!]

“I’m not pitying you. It’s for a new ho—no, for the sake of the world.”

Right.

The Silver Snow Demon Lord was a Demon Lord-level pushover Chris absolutely could not afford to lose.

“There is another way.”

[…What?]

The Silver Snow Demon Lord perked up.

“Give me your soul.”

[!!]

She looked utterly baffled.

[What do you mean?]

“You know I possess the soul rank of a transcendent being. If you give me your soul, I can use that contract to put your entire being into a state of suspended animation—so the Four Kings’ Castle can’t use you.”

What Chris meant by suspended animation wasn’t just the physical body.

It meant everything—spiritual essence, core magic, everything.

Offering one’s soul meant entrusting everything to the other party, making this possible.

[…Isn’t that just a shallow temporary fix? The Four Kings’ Castle will find a way to nullify your trick.]

“Before that happens, I’ll rescue you.”

[!!]

Chris spoke calmly.

“The Four Kings’ Castle will fall by my hand anyway.”

Absurd as it sounded, the Silver Snow Demon Lord stared at Chris with a quiet awe.

[You really are a madman beyond imagination.]

She nodded.

[Fine. I’ll follow your plan. But remember—this isn’t because I’m afraid to die. It’s just that losing someone as great as me would be a tragedy for the world!]

“That’s fair enough.”

[And promise me! Promise you’ll come back for me! If you don’t, I’ll become a banshee and haunt you forever!]

“…That’s truly terrifying. I already have one noisy banshee to deal with.”

Chris shuddered slightly, imagining the Silver Snow Demon Lord as a banshee, chattering away with Mari.

That was something he absolutely had to prevent.

“Then let’s begin.”

Chris reached out toward the Silver Snow Demon Lord.

And so, a Demon Lord-level pushover was born.

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Meanwhile, on the Richard Plains in the Dark Mage territory.

A heavy tension hung in the air.

“…This is incredible.”

Duke Huam of the Venomous Mages stared across the field, his face pale.

An uncountable horde of undead soldiers surged like a tide.

“That’s the true strength of Cheon Oecheon.”

In the Death Corridor, the undead mages struggled to fully unleash their power.

The terrain was rough, limiting the number they could deploy at once.

But this wide-open plain was the perfect battlefield for undead mages.

“Has Grand Duke Christian not arrived yet?”

“Yes. Since the chaos at the Four Kings’ Castle, all contact has been lost.”

Count Kazar answered gravely.

‘What a reckless plan. That crazy son of a bitch.’

Infiltrating the Four Kings’ Castle was an utterly unrealistic and absurd strategy.

What was even more shocking was that they had agreed to follow such a plan.

But as Christian said, there was no better option.

Above all,

‘…Because we trust Christian.’

Count Kazar sighed.

Yes.

Trust in Christian.

That alone was enough to commit to this insane plan.

“It’s time.”

Nordian stepped forward.

Across the field, a pale-faced man appeared.

It was Pliton, Lord of the Four Kings’ Castle.

“Everyone, don’t worry. Trust my grandson.”

Even Nordian, saying this, wasn’t free from worry.

Could this plan really work?

But every time he doubted, Christian had miraculously proven himself.

They had to believe.

“Show these boneheads the greatness of our Dark Alliance!!”

“Waaahhh!!!”

Thus began the battle that would decide the fate of the continent.

Whoever won would shape the future of the Mage Empire—and the entire continent.

“Don’t let those boneheads push you back!!”

“Kill them all!!”

At first, the battle was evenly matched.

In fact, the Dark Alliance had a slight advantage.

‘Thanks to the Grand Duke’s training.’

‘We won’t lose!!’

The transformed Dark Mages fought brilliantly, and the Four Kings’ Castle forces faltered briefly.

But as time passed, the tide began to turn.

They were overwhelmingly outnumbered.

‘These damn bastards.’

‘No matter how many we kill, they just keep coming.’

The main force of the Four Kings’ Castle wasn’t the mages.

It was the undead they commanded.

The cursed mages’ puppets and synthetic monsters were also formidable.

Individually, they were manageable, but their numbers were endless.

And there was an even more troubling challenge.

“Argh! Stay alert!”

“If a comrade falls, cut off their hands or legs to prevent them from rising as undead!”

Everywhere, the dead were resurrected as undead, attacking their own allies.

Those afflicted by the cursed mages’ curses or puppetry were no different.

‘This can’t go on.’

Count Kazar swallowed hard.

One small relief was that something seemed wrong with the Lord of the Four Kings’ Castle—his power wasn’t what it used to be.

If it weren’t for that, the noble houses would have been in even more trouble, and the tide of the war would have already turned decisively against us.

“But this can’t last much longer. We’re going to be wiped out.”

A choice had to be made.

Should they retreat now to preserve their forces?

Or should they trust in Christian and hold their ground?

“You damn son of a—! When the hell are you coming?!”

In the end, Count Kazar made his decision.

“Order the entire army to form the ‘Dark Poison Extermination’ formation.”

It was a tactic devised by Christian.

The dark magic minions acted as shields, the extreme poison magic provided support, and the destructive magic formed a protective arc.

The formation was simple and quick to deploy, specializing in defense.

“Hold on just a little longer!!”

“The Grand Duke will arrive soon!!”

“With the Grand Duke’s arrival, victory will be ours!”

They braced themselves for a desperate last stand, holding back the enemy’s assault, and the front lines stabilized.

[What exactly is he aiming for?]

[Even Christian can’t possibly turn the tide in a situation like this.]

The leaders of the Four Kings Fortress frowned.

They knew Christian was up to something.

After all, their stronghold had already been breached.

But what could he possibly do now?

No matter how insane or unpredictable he was, he was still just one man.

[In the end, it’s just a matter of wiping them all out.]

[They’re putting up a fight, but they won’t hold out much longer.]

[If only they had retreated, they could have preserved their strength.]

The leaders sneered.

Yet deep down, each of them felt uneasy.

No matter how they thought about it, that mad monster probably wasn’t acting recklessly without a plan.