The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage

Despite the fiery reactions in the chat—

Seong was genuinely thinking to himself.

‘As expected, he was strong.’

Raktira had looked formidable from the start, but even then—he had been stronger than anticipated.

If it hadn’t been for Shivren and Noirtein intervening, the battle would have dragged on much longer.

Unaware of Seong’s thoughts, the chat continued its chaotic chatter.

—"Wait, so they just betrayed him like that??"

—"Weren’t they originally high-ranking members of Basilica?"

—"So Seong basically planted spies and waged war? LOL."

—"Seems like it???"

—"Yeah, honestly, going against the Demon King is just a bad idea."

—"For real LMAO."

While everyone in the chat debated the intricacies of the betrayal—

Seong decided it was time.

“This is where I’ll end today’s stream. Thanks for watching.”

The usual closing line.

By now, the viewers had grown accustomed to it.

—"LMAO, every time it ends like this."

—"That was amazing!!!"

—"Stream again soon!!!"

—"I wanna see this every day!!!"

Considering the sheer intensity of the battle, anyone would expect a more dramatic send-off.

But this was already the third time Seong had pulled this move.

Everyone had adapted.

After glancing at the chat one last time, Seong offered a brief farewell before shutting off the stream.

‘They really want me to stream again soon.’

He smirked.

He barely talked during his broadcasts and had zero showmanship, yet people still enjoyed it.

He was grateful for that.

Now, though, he had another thought—

How would the war unfold from here?