The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“….”

Balak Demorus.

Information brought by Parsha about Grofa.

It was all worthless gossip.

But among them, there was a paragraph mixing the purpose of this mission, the representation of this world, opportunities, grudges, and many other things.

– Balak Demorus grew up in Grofa Orphanage.

That’s where Balak is from.

“It’s like a joke, right?”

Lord said.

“He tried to fix his lineage as a Demorus, but ended up with such a mission.”

Sur couldn’t touch Grofa because of Balak.

Initially, it was just an orphanage in a slum that no one cared about, but Sur found out there were magic stones buried here.

It should have been a simple matter.

“We could have just paid to relocate the orphanage.”

But this noble Lord decided it was too wasteful to push the orphanage away.

That was the beginning.

“It must have been a funny sight. A kid not even twenty yet knocking down several knights.”

Despite that, if he had to push them away, he would have.

But Gropha and Valac somehow managed to hold off the lord’s soldiers.

“The lord, being a man of honor, probably couldn’t make a big move.”

That’s how it all began.

The ill-fated relationship between Valac, Gropha, and the lord Sur.

Like blocking a monster wave, Valac defeated Sur’s soldiers.

But then Sur, in the end, tried to push the orphanage away while abandoning his honor, only to face a problem.

“Turns out that dog of a kid is a Demorus?”

Demorus.

That name cast a shadow.

The situation took a turn.

As Valac defended the orphanage, Sur, needing to avoid friction with Demorus, backed down from exerting force on the orphanage.

Valac might have finally felt relieved, but the world was merciless.

“That’s nobles for you. They are the ones who can start a war over a single shred of honor or pride.”

Even willing to forgo years of revenue from the magical stone mine just to make a point.

Valac probably didn’t know.

“Nobles are those kinds of people….”

Sein looked at Valac.

His usual playful face unchanged.

“Those spineless bastards are what Demorus is all about.”

“What are you trying to say, Sein Demorus?”

“Wherever you stand. As long as you are there, Demorus, who can make the likes of Sur freeze in their tracks, can’t be stopped.”

But.

“Here. Stand by my side, and you can become Demorus, able to crush the likes of Sur.”

“……”

A moment of silence.

“But.”

Valac’s voice echoed.

“We might have to give up the orphanage.”

Suddenly, shadows appearing around the orphanage increased.

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“Step inside.”

Valac said, unable to hide his bewilderment.

It must be frustrating.

It would be better if they could find refuge elsewhere, but due to Sur’s surveillance, the orphanage where Valac was present was the safest.

If something happened in Tanba, the responsibility would lie with Sur, but if trouble arose on the escape route, it would be dealt with as a monster attack.

“Can that really happen?”

“Hyung. Who is it?”

The orphanage director Gropha.

And the orphans.

“That’s right. If you stand by my side, we’ll have to erase the orphanage. The elders there will end up covered in blood, and the kids…”

Sain said.

“I’ll buy it at a high price from Antara. Don’t worry, I know someone there.”

“Sain!”

Balrak shouted.

“Wow, what’s got you so worked up.”

“I’ve made up my mind.”

Balrak possessed a monstrous power that could tear even humans apart with his hands.

And the weapon that such a creature chose was.

Kwung.

A massive greatsword.

“I will stand here. If I can’t protect what is precious to me, I won’t uphold the name of Demorus.”

“Are you serious?”

Sain said, seemingly astonished.

“I am.”

“You fool.”

To forsake a bright future for a fleeting moment of weak affection.

Although it might not be just brightness, Sain knew that Balrak’s strength and potential meant he was not someone who would easily die and disappear.

“Do you know what will happen to you from now on?”

It wasn’t just Balrak who took a stance.

Swoosh.

Sain drew his longsword.

“You have to face me.”

“…I know you are strong.”

Balrak’s aura was growing stronger.

“But I won’t go down easily.”

“A fight where you gain nothing. A fight where you’re bound to lose.”

In an instant.

“That’s what idiots do.”

Sain’s figure vanished, appearing in front of Balrak.

The immense greatsword, undoubtedly destructive.

Thud.

Facing such a swift opponent was unreasonable.

Balrak’s sword, blocked by one of Sain’s hands, seemed rooted to the ground, unmoving.

“Romantic, isn’t it. But listen.”

Sain’s eyes lowered.

Balrak…

“Sip!”

With a shout, he raised his sword.

The great sword that finally began to move.

“A fool without strength seeking romance is just a fool.”

Swoosh.

However, the blade of Sein, perched on the great sword, was piercing Balrak’s shoulder.

Swoosh.

Sein’s blade thrust into Balrak’s shoulder.

“Brother!”

“Oppa!”

The children from the orphanage cried out.

“…Balrak!”

The old man, Gropha, also looked at Balrak and Sein with surprised eyes.

Seeing Balrak, who had always been reliable, being overpowered like this must have been quite a shock for many.

“A fool without strength seeking romance is just a fool.”

Sein’s echoing voice.

Balrak.

Gulped.

With the blade stuck in his shoulder, he stared wide-eyed.

Balrak’s eyes on Sein.

However.

“Hmm.”

Balrak didn’t make any move.

“Because you’re weak….”

Balrak’s strained voice flowed out.

“Because you’re weak!”

A voice so bitter it could melt the tip of the tongue was swallowed.

“But you’re different.”

Balrak’s eyes towards Sein were burning.

“What are you looking at.”

Sein replied.

“I’ve been watching you from before. People like you are the strongest.”

He thought.

‘Not a fox, but a bear with a sharp mind.’

Since the moment he received Gropha’s assassination request.

From the moment he became the one with the highest reputation to receive that request, he sensed his fate.

“You can do it, can’t you.”

He must have pondered and pondered.

A way to overcome this situation.

And there it was, found.

“Sein Demorus!”

Valak shouted Sein’s name for the first time.

“Help me!”

“You asked for it.”

Swish!

Sein’s sword, which had dug into Valak’s shoulder, moved sideways and slipped out.

A fountain of spewing blood.

“Am I your mother? Why the hell are you messing with me?”

Sein’s sword moved again.

This time, aiming not at Valak’s shoulder, but at his neck.

Precisely targeting the jugular.

Thunk.

Valak caught it.

Thud, thud.

Blood dripped from his fingertips.

“You asked if I would abandon the name Demorus. I will.”

A declaration of withdrawal from the candidate competition.

“You think I can’t beat you?”

“No.”

From Valak’s body.

Kwoooosh!

A crimson lightning bolt seemed to shoot out.

So far, he had never truly witnessed Valak’s blessing.

He had only seen it to the extent of being considered a form of physical enhancement.

“Submit to me.”

Red-stained pupils.

Hair shooting up.

Valak’s appearance.

“I’ll give myself to you, so save me. Sein Demorus.”

It was like a demon.

‘Becoming a demon.’

It was an extremely rare skill even in Sanctuary, due to the setting that the demons were supposed to have been eradicated in the past Divine-Demonic War, and demons were a different existence from those kind of demons.

“What will you believe in?”

While radiating a gaze of greed, Sein whispered to Valak.

“If I become your master and kill Gropha, and burn down the orphanage?”

The beings willing to become Sein’s long-term pawns were overflowing.

What was needed was a product worth investing in.

“I’ll have to accept it. It must have been a wrong choice on my part.”

“I’ll start with what’s in front of me, right? Since there’s no other way to plan for the future anyway…”

The elderly man muttered as if flicking a juju board.

And then.

“There’s still one left.”

The moment the old man’s gaze changed.

Kwaaang!

A thunderous noise erupted from Balak’s crimson-stained body.

“I need to confirm if you’re worth anything.”

Behind Balak.

A sword tip that pierced the ear.

Through that sword tip, Sein’s voice flowed in.

“You’ll have to show me everything.”

Balak, who looked like a demon.

But Balak thought to himself.

“Bring it on.”

Sein was the true devil.

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Enhanced physical abilities as if transformed into a creature of darkness.

Explosive magic power and.

Fwoosh!

The red traces left behind where the greatsword passed.

“You’re still at a beginner level.”

Sein calmly dodged Balak’s attacks and observed.

That red magic was the flame of sin.

A special power different from magic.

Wooong!

Demonization transformed the caster’s physical abilities into that of a demon, granting access to the demon’s special power of sin.

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And sin.

Sizzle.

Was specialized in debuffs.

At a beginner level, direct contact was needed to apply the debuff.

But as the level increased, and demonization progressed further.

“Even without touching.”

Close range. Could weaken the opponent in combat, and if taken further.

“A zone.”

Could apply a special debuff to everything within its area.

It was quite a useful ability, but a demanding one.

Fwoosh.

Sein’s wounds were gradually increasing over time.

“Definitely….”

Sein’s scale was tipping.

“I must obtain it.”

The ore named Valac seemed to shine quite brightly.

If only.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

To the point of deciding to break it if unable to possess.