The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Swish! Thud, thud.

But all Wolf could see were Saint’s feet.

Suddenly, Wolf’s head, now detached, rolled on the ground like trash.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

“Let’s go.”

Saint swung his sword once again, swiftly overcoming Wolf’s subordinate who stood there dazed.

“Let’s go.”

Snick.

A gust of blood wind began to blow in the alley of Borfeo.

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A small war unfolding in the alley of Borfeo.

“Kill him!”

“Aaargh!”

The sounds of youthful screams and cries filled the late-night alley of Borfeo.

Among the four masters of the alley, Cyclops was considered the strongest in terms of power.

But when it came to evaluating the skills of his subordinates, Wolf was hailed as the best.

Coming from a lineage of knights, Wolf had learned proper swordsmanship, thanks to the skilled individuals who had joined him.

Swish! Swish!

However, it was Wolf’s subordinates who were being slaughtered now.

“This city has nothing special.”

Saint stood at the forefront.

Around him, Wolf’s subordinates, trembling with fear, were stepping back.

Over a hundred of Wolf’s subordinates.

Among them, one-third fell under Saint’s hands.

Though lacking in comparison to Wolf, their posture and swordsmanship were far from shabby.

Swish!

Saint’s blade was so sharp and powerful that it couldn’t be compared to the likes of Wolf.

Recognized in the alleys of Borfeo, but ultimately just street thugs.

“Deran. Keep an eye out.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Did you call me, Captain!”

The Saint, with thousands of masters who shook the continent, could not be his match.

“That should be enough. Spare those who can be spared and clean up.”

“Yes.”

“And make sure to catch that Fox.”

The momentum had already shifted, the scales tipped completely.

“You can handle it, right?”

Cyclops was intimidated by the Saint’s chilling words, but Daelen was different.

“Go and return.”

“Don’t disappoint.”

Alone, the Saint moved through the battlefield.

His path obstructed by the Wolf’s henchmen, but…

Shwaaah!

They soon scattered like spilled blood on the ground.

Thud.

The Saint advanced, stepping on puddles of blood.

The destination was a shallow iron mine far away.

Unlike when facing the Wolf, the Saint’s momentum was even more honed.

Thump! Thump!

The Dragon Heart, taking place of his own heart, enhanced the Saint’s senses.

“He’s an Ogre.”

The owner of the back alley of Borfeo, taken over before his arrival.

Ogre.

Heard to possess great power, wielding a sword larger than an adult man with ease.

But such things were of no concern.

The reason that caught the Saint’s attention was one.

“He calls himself Demorus.”

That was all there was to it.

-It’s better to keep that in mind.

Arin had warned.

-My coming to you means the successor war of Demorus has begun.

The successor war.

A war to select the successor to take Demorus’s place.

-The path to Demorus will be your test.

This is a test.

No.

A “main quest.”

The main quest of the successor life in the dark realm, which will be his last life.

-Demorus’s skilled ones have the right to find Demorus’s bloodline and qualify as guardians.

Therefore.

-On the way to Demorus, you may encounter it.

Arin clearly warned.

-Another Demorus.

You will meet a being similar to yourself.

“Ha.”

Sain chuckled.

“Similar to me.”

Arin’s meaning of saying so would be simple.

Sharing the same lineage.

Those who inherit the power of Demorus.

Sneer.

But Sain smiled.

“If that’s all.”

Thud.

“Daring to compare with what you dare to claim.”

He and they would never be similar beings.

Clang.

He tightened his grip on the sword.

Yet he did not ignore Arin’s warning.

This place is similar to the world he knew yet different.

Not sure what differences exist, he couldn’t be sure those differences weren’t dangerous.

“Even if you say that, nothing will change.”

Suddenly, Sain’s eyes were calm.

“I.”

A halted step.

“Will survive.”

He will survive.

Survive and eventually move towards his goal.

Once a world he loved so much.

Now a world turned into a prison.

“If the place I live is hell.”

A world he must pay for falling away.

If that place is hell.

“I’ll turn it into heaven.”

Where Sain stopped was the rugged mountains of Borfeo.

Once known as the Borfeo Iron Mine that produced enough iron to sustain a kingdom.

But after the ancient empire fell and not long after, it became infested with monsters, making iron production impossible.

“Hey!”

Here stands Sain Demorus, the successor of the Dark Abyss.

“Welcome, guest.”

This was the starting point of his succession war.

Clang!

The iron mine began to tremble.

Clang! Clang!

Loud noises echoed from inside, indicating something was happening.

“Fortunately, I didn’t keep you waiting long enough for you to break down the door and come in.”

The echoing voice of Sein.

Thud!

Once again, along with the resounding noise, someone revealed themselves in the iron mine.

It was a giant to the point where calling it a giant wouldn’t be an overstatement.

Height surpassing meters, hair cropped short.

“A thief, huh.”

A voice that seemed to tear apart.

It’s that guy.

“I thought Cyclops only took your eyeballs, did he take your eyes too?”

They moved towards each other.

“Do I look like a thief to you?”

“No.”

Sein looking up, Ogre looking down.

“You seem like a stray dog without an owner.”

Finally, the two faced each other.

Thud!

With a loud noise, the Ogre’s fist came down where Sein was standing.

Fwoosh.

In the dispersing smoke, a slight tremor was visible.

“Are you really an Ogre?”

Sein’s sword blocked the Ogre’s fist.

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The man known as Ogre.

One day, a man who called himself Ogre came to Borfeo and took over an alleyway alone.

For daring to challenge him, he took someone’s eyeball, someone’s arm, someone’s leg, and ear.

Thud!

He truly possessed the strength and physique deserving of being called an Ogre.

“Ha.”

Sein chuckled.

Fwoosh.

Opening the distance, Sein stood with a raised sword.

However, the sword was trembling.

The shock from the recent clash.

Crash-!

And in an instant, Sein’s sword shattered into pieces.

“What kind of strength is this?”

He didn’t put up a fight.

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It was a greeting.

Yet, it was a body that had tirelessly trained, possessing the physical abilities of the past that had been inherited as the tutorial ended.

Wavering.

It was difficult to withstand the power of the ogre.

“Did you endure that?”

The ogre’s voice echoed.

“Did I just endure it?”

Sein replied.

Thud, thud.

At that moment, the sound of water droplets falling to the ground caught the ogre’s attention.

Blood droplets were forming and trickling down from the fist that had just struck Sein.

“So, it’s you.”

The ogre spoke as if he had realized something.

“The crazy one with rumors circulating in Borpeo.”

Sein drew out another sword.

It was a long sword that had only been briefly examined as there wasn’t enough time to properly craft it.

“Is that all you heard?”

“…Demolus, is it true?”

“I find it hard to believe it myself.”

Sein adjusted his stance again.

“Are you….”

Before Sein could finish his sentence.

Thwack!

As if Sein’s new form had been launched, it appeared before the ogre’s eyes.

“The fact that our blood is mixed.”

Thud!

A strike from above.

It was different from before.

Unlike the greeting earlier, a distinct aura of magical light was enhancing the durability and cutting power of the long sword.

Nevertheless…

Rustle!

The ogre blocked Sein’s sword.

Boom!

Light emanated from the ogre’s fist.

Sein tried to twist his body quickly, but it was too late.

The immense power emanating from the Ogre’s fist.

Kwaaang-!

Sent Sein flying.

Impaled in the abandoned building, a testament to its existence as a mine.

“I can’t believe it myself.”

Ogre took heavy steps towards Sein and said, his voice resonating.

“That someone like you shares the same blood as me.”

Ogre was like a mountain.

Two legs standing firm.

Fists like rocks.

“I’m curious to ask.”

“…!”

Though Sein felt the impact just now, Ogre’s attention shifted to the sound coming from the crumbling building.

“Is your mother an Ogre?”

A shiver ran down Ogre’s spine in an instant.

Fwack!

Realizing something was amiss, Ogre swung his fist, but it was too late.

A towering figure, a swung fist.

Beneath, Sein was smiling, eyes flashing.

“Indeed. Your mother is an Ogre, without a doubt.”

Pwoosh!

Sein’s blade finally pierced Ogre’s seemingly impenetrable flesh.

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“Power surpasses that of a Dark Hop Goblin.”

Ogre.

“And he can wield magic with certainty.”

Among those encountered so far, there were those who could wield magic.

Derren, Cyclops, and Wolf could extract magic to some extent.