The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“Remember this, everyone. The seed we share surely belongs to a great person who doesn’t discriminate by age or race.”

Thinking back to the monsters being sold at Antara’s slave market, Sein shuddered.

“What…?”

“Anyway.”

Though Kindra was about to say something to Sein, he didn’t give her a chance and continued,

“Are you the boss?”

“…What?”

Kindra’s voice chilled at Sein’s words.

“Unless you’re the boss, does it make sense for you to confuse me with a kid who has an ogre for a mother?”

“Kindra, he’s right.”

Another candidate approached and spoke.

He was quite handsome.

“Sys.”

He was Sys.

“The boy Boberan appointed as his guardian mentioned that Boberan values physical abilities, which doesn’t seem apparent in this boy.”

The skill in handling magic.

Something that Boberan couldn’t teach.

To handle Boberan’s iron, one actually needed to have a lower adaptation to magic.

“Your eyes seem sharp.”

Sein shrugged as if it was obvious.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Sein Demolus from Chichiron.”

Sein answered Sys’s question.

“Alright. Welcome, Sein.”

That was Sys’s chosen course of action.

“I need to keep an eye on him. It wouldn’t be wise to provoke him unnecessarily.”

Sein acted recklessly.

It was a will to observe him slowly by his side rather than provoking him.

But Sys was unaware.

“Well, I also welcome you.”

Approaching Kindra ignoring Sys,

“We haven’t finished our conversation with this kid, have we?”

Kindra hesitated, looking sharply at Sein.

“You’re the boss, right?”

“What are you saying, you lunatic.”

“I mistook you for that big guy, so you must be the chief.”

“Well, what do you mean…?”

That was the moment.

Thunk.

A sudden turn of events.

The moment Sein’s right hand moved, leaving a trace.

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“…?”

While some candidates were unaware of what had just transpired.

“….”

Seis and some other candidates were staring with even colder eyes.

In the following moment.

“Aaargh!”

Kindra’s desperate scream echoed.

“My eyes! My eyes!”

Kindra fell, clutching her eyes.

“This little bastard!”

Kindra, backed by Jace known as the Islander.

Among Rashiel’s candidates, he was only a mid-level skilled individual, but he prided himself on his speed.

Yet, Kindra fell victim without even putting up a fight.

Most candidates only realized what had happened upon hearing Kindra’s scream.

“You, you’ve got quite the eye.”

Only a few, including Sirr.

“You saw that?”

They could see Sein’s movements.

The playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a chilling and ruthless gaze.

Through that gap, a hand moved.

Though trying to remain composed.

Flinch.

Even Seis couldn’t help but shudder at Sein’s demeanor.

“Aaargh!”

“Well, it seems the greetings have come to an end.”

Sein spoke, whether Kindra screamed or not.

“Anyone else with something to say?”

“Who dares-! Die!”

As Kindra, blinded, lunged towards Sein’s voice with a dagger.

Clang!

From somewhere, a flying sword intercepted Kindra’s dagger.

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“Too bad.”

Sain said.

“I was just trying to kill you.”

In reality, Sain’s longsword was at Kindra’s throat.

It was not Sain who saved Kindra from the flying blade.

And the one who threw the blade.

“You’re too polite.”

A middle-aged man with a stylish mustache.

“Guild Master!”

Some of the candidates fawned over the middle-aged man.

“Welcome.”

Sys bowed his head as if unsurprised.

The middle-aged man with the mustache.

He was none other than.

“So, you’re the guy called Sain.”

Alman DeMorus, the Guild Master of Lasciel, known as the third organization of Demorus.

“He is Alman DeMorus, responsible for Lasciel.”

Alman DeMorus.

He was of the Demorus lineage.

“…….”

Sain and Alman facing each other.

Sain had been holding the sword to Kindra’s throat all this time.

“Wouldn’t it be better to put the sword away now?”

At Alman’s words, Sain slowly withdrew the sword.

“You’re a monster.”

Others may not know, but Sain who had faced him could tell.

If things were to escalate further, Alman would seek retribution.

This was Lasciel.

And Alman’s territory.

Although he was still just a candidate, and despite being reminded of Demorus’s name, Alman said.

-Alman DeMorus.

Calling himself Demorus.

“Thanks for recognizing me. You may not be harmless either….”

Grin.

Alman’s smiling face.

“You’re quite something.”

Beyond his smile, Sain could sense something sinister lurking.

‘They call them monsters.’

Arian had warned.

From now on, he would meet Demorus.

No, those who can consider it real will definitely be monsters that cannot be ignored.

No matter how much they call themselves the bringers of destruction, in the current era, their name may not carry weight, and their power must be proven.

“Alright. Let’s tidy up.”

A single word from Alman.

Even Kindra, who was going crazy, stood up, enduring the pain in her eyes.

Candidates moving to secure their positions.

It didn’t take them long to assume a convincing appearance.

Snick.

Alman’s satisfied smile.

“Today, with Sir Demorus as the last, Rashiel’s garden is now full.”

Candidate competition.

The competition extended even to reaching the three major organizations.

Although no one knew how many seeds the noble Demorus had sown, rumors said it was close to two hundred.

“The rest of the organizations have long filled their gardens.”

Each guild has thirty spots.

And those who haven’t arrived yet either lack sponsors or have sponsors who are insufficient.

They are.

“Now, we can truly begin the candidate competition properly….”

They will be eliminated.

“I declare.”

Boom!

That’s why Sir also gathered information through Automéo and could arrive at the right time.

“Let’s wrap up the atmosphere. Seeing everyone so lively makes one look forward to the future of Demorus.”

As he caught the eyes of the other candidates, the sound he heard was that.

But Sir also had to admit.

“……”

This is the world known as the Abyss.

The world he has to step into.

From now on.

“Let’s call it a day for now. Everyone, take a break.”

This marks the beginning of the true Dark Sanctuary.

“Now, we can truly begin the candidate competition properly….”

A murmuring voice.

“I declare.”

Sir followed Alman’s words that day.

“Quite the amusing gentlemen.”

It had been a week since he entered Rashiel.

“Starting what, when there’s nothing to start.”

Contrary to the grandiose words spoken that day, nothing had happened since then.

It’s just about how to make use of the given break.

The candidates were utilizing the given break in their own ways.

Some head towards the city.

– Amazing.

Those who enjoy the culture in the well-maintained and managed 5th zone unlike the lower zones.

Thump! Thump!

Those who train while waiting for the upcoming time.

“……”

Those who aimlessly kill time holed up in their rooms.

Among them, Sein was one of those who had nothing to do and was holed up in his room.

“What’s there to see.”

Although the 5th zone, which other candidates admire, had nothing special to offer Sein.

Compared to the glorious Chantry of the past, Pain with Rashiel could be considered a local baron at best.

Of course, he briefly toured the city the next day, but that was it.

From the following day onwards, he was just stuck in his room…

In a slump.

Just like a beggar.

“Is it tasty?”

Seil, who was nibbling on a snack in a corner of the room, only responded with a shrug.

Nod.

“You’re a saint. You couldn’t even eat?”

He asked, but he already knew.

“Gallio, that… Inspiration won’t even follow the doctrine so why was he so strict.”

Because she was a saint, she must have received thorough care.

She might have been pleased with stimulating food like grasshoppers, claiming it was blessed food.

In a slump.

Of course, Sein was no different.

“Ugh.”

The worst food you could find in Chichiron.

He managed to find some decent things in Borpeona Antara since then, but they weren’t particularly tasty.

It was inevitable due to the absence of contaminated ingredients or spices in the lower zones.

Considering the circumstances here are better.

“I want to eat chicken.”

The pain in his tongue lessened, but his years of living as a Korean weren’t going anywhere, so dreaming about chicken was inevitable.

Swish.

Seil looked at Sein at the mention of chicken.

“Why do you want to eat it too?”

Nod.

“You can find spices and ingredients if you go higher up, so I’ll make it for you later.”

He’ll go up.

Sein, confident in heading towards the Demorus estate.

Nod, nod.

Cecil, too, simply nodded, believing without doubt.

But if one were to ask if Sein had truly just indulged in food and lounged around all this time.

Blame-.

That wasn’t the case.

Ohhh.

Sein, who had displayed overwhelming magic and control in Rasiel’s garden.

The current Sein.

“Now, I’m starting to get the hang of it.”

It could be said that he had acquired a different, deeper level of skill than back then.

Dragon Heart, Demon King’s Heart, Saint’s Ring.

Even boosting the magic that was lacking in Galio’s sanctity.

“Now, barely one, huh.”

Finally succeeded in mimicking a passive skill.

– Magic control.

When starting to use magic in life, after completing the tutorial and learning basic skills.

However, in this world, passive skills were.

Smirk.

Truly a morale booster.

When the world was no longer a game, everything had become a reality where one had to move with a single will.

But passive skills were different.

“Whew. Ha.”

Skills that naturally activated like breathing, providing assistance.

Each one’s utility may not be that high.

Growl.

But when they were honed, became numerous, they would reveal their true value.