The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

The mythical-grade items, known as the best of the best even in Sanctuary, were irretrievable.

The wealth that could have bought an entire continent was also nowhere to be found.

His subordinates, the NPCs he had raised with care, all perished.

Sein’s fourth life.

A world a hundred years later.

But.

“Perhaps I should count myself lucky.”

He confirmed that a glimmer of hope still remained.

‘Even if I can’t consume mythical items…’

Traces left behind from Sein’s previous life still lingered.

He had devised methods and means to retrieve the mythical-grade items that were deemed essential.

However.

“I never imagined it would turn out like this.”

The limits of the inventory, or perhaps useless items.

There were items labeled as trash.

Items that NPCs would find troublesome if obtained, or items that had been discarded to facilitate smooth quest progression.

And various other items that had been ‘abandoned’ for different reasons.

Sanctuary boasted boundless freedom and was considered the pinnacle of technological advancement in gaming.

Even if lives were repeated, items did not disappear.

“Hm.”

He made a plan.

No, it was more like modifying a plan he had long since formulated.

“Boltima is in Zone 2, so I can’t go there yet.”

The constraints placed on Sein as a candidate.

“Kirhe is in another Dark Guild zone.”

After the empire’s downfall, the map and territorial rights of the continent had shifted.

“Damn, Balve becoming a Dark Zone is legendary.”

The place where he had left behind mythical-grade items.

It was a choice made due to the limit on the number of items he could carry, but now it had become a Dark Zone where even humans couldn’t set foot.

“What happens in a Dark Zone?”

He had heard rough stories.

“You die.”

Arin stated firmly.

“…You die.”

There were various ways to die.

There seemed to be a way to resolve it, but not immediately.

Nevertheless.

Snick.

Sein smiled.

“There’s still a place called Antara.”

Antara.

“It’s in the 7th sector, not part of any other dark territory.”

The territory that was once known as the sacred land of the Empire was Antara.

The contract with the dragon.

Other special rewards realized without the need for the Horse Lamp, thanks to Arin.

That helped fill many gaps.

However, there was a crucial issue.

The eight swords Sein had taken with him when he left Borfeo.

But now, there were only two swords left in Sein’s possession.

“I can’t continue living like this.”

The uniqueness of the dragon’s magic.

There was no other sword that could contain the power he possessed.

Using a sword like a consumable also had its limits.

If.

“If the sword breaks at a critical moment, it’s over.”

It should be fine for now, but not everything would go as planned.

That was why he had set off to Borfeo without the Judges.

“Let’s head to Antara.”

The destination was set.

Before reaching Demorus, they needed to be as prepared as possible.

For that.

“There was that.”

It could be said that a sword to contain his power was essential.

Antara, once known as the sacred land.

Antara, the third largest temple on the continent, was a place of pilgrimage for many believers and a sanctuary of rest.

A place Sein had his own memories of.

But that was no longer the case.

“I can’t even recognize it anymore.”

The Antara in Sein’s memories and the current Antara were completely different.

The Antara once known as the sacred land.

“Now it’s just a slave market recognized even in the 7th sector.”

Arin observed Antara and spoke.

“Have you ever been to Antara?”

Sein asked.

“Once.”

Her age was different from what it appeared.

She was someone who lived through the same generation as Jiran’s daughter, who was once her mentor.

“Don’t recall the past no matter what you imagine.”

Arin, saying so, gazed at the heart of Antara.

A ruin larger than the city walls.

It was the resting place of Antara, a temple that once held a high reputation on the continent.

“I have no intention of doing so.”

Sein replied, tilting his ear.

“As long as I find what I seek.”

“I hope you stick to that.”

“How do you see me?”

Sein chuckled and replied.

“Antara welcomed me without causing a fuss, didn’t it?”

“It must be thanks to me, not you.”

Arin retorted bluntly.

There was no friction with the guards as there was in Borpeo.

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Unlike the outskirts considered as the 8th zone, from the 7th zone, there was a decent infrastructure in place.

The quality of the barrier was high, ensuring a certain level of safety.

– Hiiiek!

– We greet the legion of Demorus.

Having recognized the witch Arin in the city of Demorus, Antara.

The guards, astonished by the witch’s visit, were thrown into chaos.

“I just want to pass quietly.”

At Arin’s words, the guards who were causing a commotion calmed down momentarily.

Naturally, Arin’s visit was not disclosed to Antara.

“I might have to deal with some hassle because of that.”

Arin said irritably.

Although the guards did not report Arin’s visit.

– Can we inform the Lord…?

It was their duty to report to the Lord.

The responsibility of dealing with any problems that might arise fell on the guards, should an issue occur that Arin feared.

“I’ll speak to him directly.”

“Th-thank you.”

And so it was.

“Since there are clearly established territories from the 7th zone, there is also a duty to manage. I’ll make sure to visit before any troublesome matters arise.”

Arin momentarily vacated her seat.

“Do as you please, but don’t cause unnecessary trouble by getting involved in strange things.”

“…What do you really think of me?”

At Sein’s teasing remark, Arin lowered her head.

“Anyway.”

Arin warned once again.

“It would be better not to cause trouble this time.”

Although Borfeo was influenced by Demorus, it couldn’t be considered complete domination.

To establish a firm grip on the dark alley’s territory, certain conditions were necessary.

“Don’t worry?”

A confident voice.

“I came here to find something. I plan to pass by quietly.”

“Please.”

Silently.

Arin immersed in the shadows.

“…It would be nice if you agree.”

Her figure soon disappeared completely, yet the people on the street seemed unaware.

Arin left.

Now it was Sein’s free time.

“Well, then….”

Snick.

“Shall we visit the Information Guild first.”

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Chichiron was a rural village.

If Borfeo felt like a provincial town, Antara now felt more like a small provincial city.

Bustling.

A city of much larger scale.

Many more people.

And….

“So, how pleased would you be if I threw a few coins your way.”

A man waving a dagger mockingly.

“You! Do you know who we are!”

Sein laughed as if amused by the other’s words.

Sein crouched down.

A series of figures lying in front of him, bleeding.

They resembled the typical lowlifes one might see in an alley, but what set them apart were the small butterfly tattoos on their wrists.

“How low can you go?”

Sein pointed at their wrists with the dagger as if in disbelief.

“Ain’t you from the Otolmeo gang?”

“If you knew that!”

“I told you.”

Now, irritation began to set in.

“Where is your guild?”

Otomeo.

It was one of the information guilds on the continent that had been flying its name since the past.

Of course, that was in the past glory, now it was said to have shrunk and was only slightly active within Zone 7.

“Why are you asking out of the blue where the guild is and what kind of answer are you expecting!”

Otomeo’s informant replied as if feeling unjust.

“If you’re an informant, that’s the least you can do.”

“…Jeez.”

The informant shut his mouth.

It was a mistake to judge the opponent so easily.

“Since irritation is starting to build up, could you please tell us quickly?”

At Sein’s continued words, the contemplative informants exchanged glances.

“Alright. Our guild is… “

Thud.

Before finishing the sentence, Sein’s dagger pierced the informant’s wrist.

“Aaargh!”

The informant screamed in agony.

“Where did a supposed informant like you sell out the guild so easily?”

“…What can we do…!”

“More importantly, you were trying to lure us away somewhere else, weren’t you.”

“…!”

At Sein’s words, the informants widened their eyes.

“You didn’t know that gesture.”

A small gesture made while exchanging glances.

It was a signal that only those from Otomeo’s information guild or other information guilds would recognize.

An action taken when trying to lure the opponent to gain a favorable position.

Sein understood all of that.

“Let’s make it easy. We’re not here to cause trouble but to get information.”

“…!”

Once again, the informants’ eyes grew wide.

“…Is that true?”

“Because it is.”

“Then why are you doing this!”

The guy shouted.

“Hey! Can’t you see it!”

One informant pointed with his finger somewhere.

“If it’s just a bluff, it won’t end with your wrist.”

“Take a look!”

Sein, who had given a small warning, turned around.

The place pointed by the informant’s finger…

[Otomeo Information Store]

The names Otomeo and Information Store were written plainly.

“….?”

Sein was puzzled.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t you get it by looking! It’s our guild’s store! If you want information, you should go there!”

“Then why are you guys acting like this?”

“…What?”

Sein looked at the informants.

“You didn’t say where the guild was, so it ended up like this, right…?”

“Weren’t we referring to our headquarters…?”

“Ha.”

Sein rubbed his forehead.

Changes brought by time.

And misunderstandings.

And finally, his own mistake.

It was all a result of that.

“I apologize.”

“What is this…?”

But the informants remained silent.

Thinking it best not to provoke that crazy guy any further.

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“Time has changed a lot.”

Sein muttered.

“The information guild boldly displaying the name of the Information Store like this.”

“…Is this your first visit, sir?”