My Uncle is the Strongest Dark Mage

Just as light naturally brings darkness with it.

In every corner of the world, there existed a dark and vile underworld—a shadowed realm untouched by even a sliver of light, unknown to most people.

Commonly referred to as the Dark District.

A world where the government failed to maintain order, where the law did not fulfill its duties, and where crime ran rampant as if it were the norm.

In that world, only power dictated everything.

The strong devoured all, while the weak had no choice but to lose everything they possessed—a world where the law of the jungle reigned supreme.

“…….”

One of the Seven Deadly Sins, the highest-ranking executives who wielded unchallenged authority in the Dark District and communicated directly with the Death King.

Oman, known as “Pride,” sat blankly in place, staring at the message sent by the Death King displayed on his tablet for a long time.

From behind, his shoulder-length bobbed hair could almost be mistaken for a woman’s.

It wasn’t so much that he had grown his hair out intentionally but rather that he had neglected to maintain it, leaving his bangs messy and unkempt.

Beneath that disheveled hair, deep wrinkles etched around his eyes were revealed.

His tightly pressed lips and slightly slanted eyes accentuated his stern and composed demeanor.

The aura emanating from him subtly pressed down on his surroundings, amplifying the charisma he exuded.

“Greed, Wrath.”

How much time had passed?

Finally, a name escaped Oman’s lips.

“Do you know why I summoned you?”

Before him, two men knelt on the floor.

The man on the left, in stark contrast to Oman, bore no distinguishing features.

To exaggerate slightly, he looked like the kind of middle-aged man you’d see once or twice while walking down the street—plain and unremarkable.

Unlike Oman’s long hair, his was cropped short in a sporty style.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, wearing a somewhat sheepish smile.

“Ahaha, well, I have a rough idea?”

Perhaps he already knew what he had done wrong.

Greed, another member of the Seven Deadly Sins, accepted the situation without protest and quietly admitted his fault.

“I didn’t expect things to turn out this way. Who would’ve thought that selling the Master’s black magic on a whim would cause such a commotion?”

At the time, he had been thrilled about making a fortune.

If he had known things would escalate like this, he would never have taken the deal.

How could he have foreseen it?

Who would have imagined that the Master’s black magic, sold to a black market dealer, would eventually resurface right in front of the Master?

“What kind of lunatic learns the Master’s black magic and causes a scene in front of the Master himself?”

Performing necromancy tricks before the Death King.

Even among the Seven Deadly Sins, who were known for their carefree and audacious tendencies, no one would dare attempt such a brazen act.

“…….”

In contrast, the man kneeling on the right seemed unwilling to admit any wrongdoing.

A massive figure easily three times the size of Greed.

His bulging muscles, reminiscent of jagged rocks, made one question whether such a physique could be achieved through mere exercise.

Wrath, a member of the Seven Deadly Sins with a terrifyingly imposing appearance, looked at Oman with a slightly sullen expression and spoke.

“I can’t admit to any fault of mine.”

“…….”

Did those words irritate Oman?

His brow furrowed deeply.

The oppressive aura around him grew even heavier.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you!?”

The room trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

At this moment, Oman displayed a fury even greater than Wrath’s, who was kneeling beside him.

Startled by the sight, Greed shook Wrath’s arm in alarm, but Wrath didn’t so much as flinch.

“……I’m disappointed.”

Oman spoke in a low, subdued voice.

His gaze, sinking with gloom, seemed to darken further.

Then, slamming his fist on the desk, he raised his voice in a shout.

“I’ve disappointed the Master! Of all people, me! Because of you two!”

Pride, one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

The de facto second-in-command who governed the Dark District on behalf of the Death King, Heukcheon.

Every occurrence within the Dark District was reported to him, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Oman managed the entire district.

He was so consumed by his work that he didn’t even leave his desk during meals.

Rumor had it that no one had ever seen him leave his seat.

Recently, there was even talk of him considering replacing his chair with a toilet to save time on bathroom breaks.

The reason he poured his heart and soul into managing the Dark District, even at the cost of his own lifespan, was solely for the Death King.

While all the other members of the Seven Deadly Sins pledged loyalty to him,

Oman was the most fervent devotee among them—a fanatic who worshipped the Death King.

For that reason, he couldn’t tolerate the current situation in the slightest.

His failure to handle matters properly had caused the Death King unnecessary trouble.

If not for the overwhelming workload still awaiting him, he might have hanged himself out of guilt without a second thought.

“Is it fortunate or unfortunate that I have so much work?”

The dark circles etched under Oman’s eyes seemed especially pitiful today.

He was a man who endured immense hardship.

For that reason, no matter how reckless the other members of the Seven Deadly Sins were, they generally followed his words when in his presence.

Greed’s current behavior was no different.

If anyone else had pointed out his mistake, even another member of the Seven Deadly Sins, his pride would have prevented him from admitting it.

But because it was Oman, he acknowledged and apologized for his wrongdoing.

It was an unspoken rule among the Seven Deadly Sins.

And Wrath had just broken that unspoken rule.

“I did nothing wrong.”

Because he genuinely believed he had done nothing wrong in this matter.

If he had made a mistake, he could have bowed his head like Greed.

But he couldn’t lower his head or apologize for something he hadn’t done.

“Then what is this?”

Oman stood up from his seat.

How many years had it been since anyone had seen Oman stand on his own two feet?

Thankfully, it seemed his leg muscles hadn’t atrophied yet.

“You were supposed to handle erasing everything related to the Nasara Company. Doesn’t the fact that there are survivors mean you were negligent in your duties? Or are you suggesting that the Master was wrong?”

While Greed’s thoughts briefly wandered to Oman’s unexpected display of physical health,

The atmosphere grew colder and more tense.

“No, but I’m genuinely frustrated.”

Wrath shook his head at those words.

Then, with a serious expression, he met Oman’s furious gaze.

“That day, after the Master rampaged and found it less entertaining than expected, he ordered me to handle the remaining cleanup. I carried it out flawlessly.”

He had killed them all.

Everyone connected to the Nasara Company.

He had even taken special care to kill the head of the company.

He distinctly remembered it.

The sight of Mekken Nasara’s head being crushed under his fist.

“…….”

Did Oman detect sincerity in Wrath’s demeanor?

Oman’s brow furrowed tightly.

His face contorted in frustration.

He scratched the back of his head roughly, glaring at Wrath, who remained as composed as ever.

“This is driving me insane.”

The dead can never return to life.

Even if an Undead with an Ego retaining memories of its past life could be created.

It was absolutely impossible to bring the deceased themselves back into this world.

Not even the Death King, who ascended to the rank of Absolute through Black Magic, could do so.

The reason was simple.

The dead were bound by the laws of the Underworld, a realm separate from this world, and could never escape it.

‘He doesn’t seem to be lying.’

No matter how impulsive Wrath was, often acting before thinking and moving without much consideration.

He was not the type of person to resort to such absurd lies just to evade a situation.

He was entirely different from Greed, who knelt beside him.

‘This feels unsettling.’

And as Wrath spoke, Oman’s intuition was signaling something to him.

The instincts honed over years of leading the Dark District on behalf of the Death King were issuing a warning.

This matter needed to be thoroughly investigated.

It must not be dismissed as a mere mistake by Wrath.

“Fine. I’ll believe you.”

Oman, staring at Wrath, added in a low, steady tone.

“But you’ll take full responsibility for this. Find out why this happened. What caused it. Who the intruder at Grant Department Store was. Whether you truly killed the head of the Nasara Company that day. Leave no questions unanswered—investigate everything from start to finish to clear your name.”

“Of course, that’s my intention.”

It wasn’t just Oman whose pride was wounded.

If anything, Wrath’s pride was hurt even more.

Oman was angry simply because he had disappointed Cain.

But Wrath felt self-reproach at the thought that he might have failed to properly carry out Cain’s Command.

‘I’ll kill them all.’

Wrath seethed with fury.

If Oman’s anger was like ice, cold and composed, Wrath’s rage burned like a blazing flame, hot and uncontainable.

Though he was always hot-tempered, it had been a long time since he’d shown such intense anger.

‘Whoever it is, they’re dead.’

Greed, offering a faint condolence to the soon-to-be-dead individual who wouldn’t even leave behind a corpse.

“But what about the other matters?”

At that moment, Greed cautiously raised his hand, as if trying to lighten the mood, and interjected into their conversation.

“I heard the Young Lady was almost caught up in this incident. Shouldn’t we secretly assign a bodyguard to her?”

Arina Grant.

The current Death King’s niece, though not related to him by blood.

Though she was unaware, being the Death King’s niece made her an object of immense reverence among the Seven Deadly Sins.

Cain had dismissed their suggestion to assign her a bodyguard at the time, saying it wasn’t necessary.

But given the current situation, wasn’t it too dangerous to leave her unprotected?

Greed, fussing over Arina’s safety like an overprotective parent.

“You know, don’t you? The Master may seem indifferent, but he actually cares deeply for the Young Lady.”

The Death King gave his affection to no one.

He merely ruled from above, never allowing anyone to stand by his side.

The only person he had ever allowed to stand beside him was his older sister, Cayenne.

And now, for the first time since Cayenne, someone had emerged who ran to stand alongside him.

A person the Seven Deadly Sins couldn’t help but pay attention to.

This was one order from Cain they couldn’t follow to the letter.

Especially now that she was about to enter the Academy.

Once she started at the Academy, Cain wouldn’t be able to stay by her side 24/7 as he did now.

“Don’t worry.”

As if sharing the same thought, Oman nodded at Greed’s words.

“I’ve already assigned Jealousy to stay by the Young Lady’s side.”

Being a master of disguise, he must have already found the perfect role to play by now.

At home, the Master was present, and at the Academy, one of the Seven Deadly Sins would provide impenetrable protection.

“He’s the most perceptive among us. He’ll guard her thoroughly while ensuring the Master doesn’t find out.”

Of course, if he got too close, he’d inevitably be discovered.

But as long as he stayed out of the Master’s sight, there was no risk of being caught.

Jealousy’s skills in disguise and acting were that flawless.

“As expected of Oman. You’re quick to handle things.”

Truly a man who single-handedly managed all the affairs of the Dark District.

A man born to be used by others.

A man who had sacrificed his personal life to the overwhelming burden of work.

In some ways, his titles were even more tragic than those of the Death King himself—a true workaholic, efficient and wise in his management.

Grab.

Just as Greed was marveling and giving Oman a thumbs-up, Wrath suddenly grabbed the back of his neck with a rough motion.

“Then I’ll get moving now.”

“Hey, but why are you grabbing my neck?”

“Of course, you’ll cooperate. We need to trace the route through which you sold the Master’s Black Magic.”

If you don’t want to get hit, cooperate willingly.

Reading Wrath’s expression, Greed sighed in resignation, lowering his head as if realizing he’d been dragged into a troublesome situation.

He shouldn’t have sold the Master’s Black Magic to a black market dealer.

But regret always came too late.

Watching Greed being dragged off by Wrath, Oman slowly sat back down.

“As if it wasn’t frustrating enough that the task the Master assigned me has made no progress, now my workload just keeps piling up.”

Oman naturally turned his gaze to the computer screen, as if to shake off his headache.

What appeared on the screen before him.

It was a report stating that there was no information whatsoever regarding the airship accident that had killed Cayenne.

As if someone had erased and wiped out all records related to it.

A report that was highly suspicious but left him at a loss as to where to start the investigation.

“…….”

Starting with sending the usual message to investigate further.

And as countless tasks flooded in real-time on the screen, Oman’s day began once again, filled with endless work and no time to rest.