The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

It seemed like such a person was looking at the entire continent.

When he mentioned the affairs of the central region, he had expected it, but his heart still raced.

But fortunately.

“I must survive.”

Because he had grasped that lifeline.

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Zone 6, Contra.

Originally, it would have been a land where one could not set foot without the authentication of Raciel or Demorus.

Beyond Zone 7, only those whose identities were confirmed could enter.

So it was ironic.

“Thanks to you, I arrived comfortably.”

Barus, a follower of Angel and of bishop rank, who brought Saint to Contra.

Barus, who became Saint’s confidant in Antara.

He led the Tarrian, the top slave caste in Antara, and had recently been expanding his business.

That was why movement between zones was allowed.

“Don’t mention it.”

Saint escaped from Borphéo to Antara, and with Barus’s help, arrived in Contra.

“Are you going to move right away?”

Barus asked.

Previously, he hadn’t been so friendly towards Saint, but now he seemed different.

“We don’t have much time.”

“I plan to stay in Contra for a while. If you need anything, please feel free to ask.”

Perhaps because of the way Cecile treated him well,

Or maybe due to Galio’s last words,

“Let’s do this.”

Upon entering Contra, Sein immediately distanced himself from Tarian’s upper echelon.

He flipped his hood and walked the streets quietly.

It was different from when Sein Demorus confidently proclaimed his name.

“Was it said that dark magic prevails here?”

Zone 6 Contra was a city where dark magic thrived.

“And there….”

He pulled his hood deeply.

Within it, Sein’s teeth gleamed white.

“Another territory of the dark guild.”

Contra was not Demorus’ territory.

Alongside Demorus, it was one of the three dark guilds dominating the continent.

Demorus and….

“Amortal.”

One must not utter Demorus’ name here.

For Amortal’s name held the highest authority.

And causing a scene here was also forbidden.

As Demorus’ protection could not be guaranteed.

That was why.

“I also….”

Sein muttered quietly to himself.

It was a habit engraved in him since childhood as he embarked on his last 4th life.

“A man who is cautious when he needs to be cautious.”

A dark alley.

Sein emitted waves of magic more discreetly and insidiously than ever before.

“Nevertheless, you hid quite well.”

It seemed like it would take longer than expected.

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It began at a small dark magic shop.

In the past, dark magic was a taboo on the continent, where anyone caught practicing it was executed.

But as the world changed, darkness emerged.

A darkness that could never be practiced openly.

Hence, they chose dark magic.

Dark magic, once confined to underground dungeons, now surfaced.

“Welcome. Kelkel.”

The current world was an ideal place to practice dark magic.

“Do you have something you’re looking for?”

“…..”

“Although our scale may be small, we have everything. Goblin hearts, troll blood….”

An old man who started explaining things on his own.

“We even handle human bones or living humans if you have the money.”

In this world, where everything could be bought if you had the money, it was a city that couldn’t be separated from the contrast of treating slaves.

“Demon.”

“….? What did you just say….”

“I want to acquire a product of demons.”

The old man’s face twisted.

“Are you one of the great names?”

“A great name?”

“Or are you the child of darkness who has absorbed magic to the bone marrow?”

“What nonsense are you talking about.”

“Get lost!”

Suddenly, the old man shouted.

“A nobody like you, without any lineage, searching for a demon’s product!”

A demon’s product, a rare material highly valued even in dark magic, was something that had been called for ages.

Given the setting of the story, where demons were extinct, it was only natural.

However, even so, there were demon products that continued to manifest somewhere endlessly.

“Old man.”

“Old man…?”

The old man’s face twisted.

Boom!

Explosively spreading black magic.

“You must truly be insane! Do you know who I am? How dare you disrespect me in contrast!”

The old man’s aura began to waver.

But.

Whoosh!

The energy emitted by the old man dispersed in an instant.

“….!”

The old man, taken aback, was about to step back.

Crash!

Suddenly, a hand reached out and struck the old man’s face.

“I came to buy something, do I need to know all this?”

“…..”

“Your magic is reeking with malice, it seems like magic has even reached your heart. Your way of accumulating magic is flawed.”

“…Y-you…”

Slowly, the hand that was gripping the old man’s face let go.

Sein.

Thud.

“W-Who are you!”

The old man found himself sitting in front of his nose, trembling.

Thud!

A heavy object fell in front of the old man’s nose, making the floor ring.

A bright white ore shining with a silver color.

“…Gasp!”

A lump of mithril.

With this size, one could buy a territory in the lower district.

It was the reward for the job from Barus.

“I need a demon’s product. That’s all.”

Gulp.

The old man’s eyes soon filled with greed.

“If that’s not enough…”

Thud.

This time, Sein threw a flask the size of a finger.

A flask filled with blood-like red liquid, or rather blood sloshing inside the flask.

“You can choose this.”

“This is…?”

“The blood of the Grand Bishop.”

“…!”

The old man’s breath completely stopped.

“What do you think? Is it enough?”

“N-No, it’s not!”

The old man threw himself around the flask like a starving beggar, trying to protect it at all costs.

With the collapse of the Temple of Angel, the blood of the Grand Bishop was perhaps as hard to obtain as a demon’s product.

“I-If it’s not impolite, would you…”

“Hmm.”

After a moment of contemplation, Sein spoke.

“What was it? The Child of Darkness?”

As Sein spat out those words, his expression twisted.

No matter how you thought about it, it was a creepy and chilling name.

The only consolation was.

“Think of it as a grand name or something.”

“Sigh.”

“Know that you can get it and come back tomorrow.”

“Y-Yes, of course.”

Sein slowly left the shop.

“Hoo…. Hoo…. Hoo….”

It was quite a while before the old man started to breathe again.

Kkei-ik.

The sound of the shop door opening echoed eerily.

“Oh, have you come.”

A sign clearly indicated the shop was closed.

Yet, entering indicated an established agreement.

“I’ve come to pick up the goods.”

Yesterday’s man.

Sein had arrived.

“The goods should be ready, right?”

The blood of the Archbishop, given as a deposit.

Naturally, the old man confirmed its authenticity.

It was indeed the pure blood of the Archbishop, with unquestionable sanctity.

The one who casually threw it as a deposit.

“…Of course.”

Unable to hide his tension, the old man produced a small amulet.

Geometric patterns etched on it exuded an eerie aura.

A seal contrary to white magic.

A sophisticated seal suitable for sealing something quite valuable.

Kkirk.

As the lock was released, the amulet began to open slowly.

A dark and pungent smoke started to spread with a strong odor.

“Part of the demons’ produce.”

For the first time, the tense old man spoke with confidence.

“….”

It was when the approaching Sein was about to inspect them.

“Danger…!”

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The demons’ produce were cursed objects in themselves.

If touched by an ordinary person, they could lose their soul and go mad.

One could even melt away and die.

Even those who wielded magic in their bodies were not exempt.

Without proper devices and procedures…

“It’s demon blood and parts of the body.”

Yet Sein casually touched them.

“….!”

It felt as if the old man had brought something that could even be fake.

“But the blood is old, and the body parts are useless tissues.”

However, the truth was proven by the old man.

“…I’m sorry.”

The old man barely concealed his surprise as he spoke.

“As you know, items from the demons are extremely rare to come by. This is all that can be found….”

The old man cautiously voiced out.

“If you wish, I will make a deal.”

To make a profit, one must go to great lengths, but the opponent was an opponent.

Knowing that excessive greed brings trouble, the old man, who barely contained his overflowing desire, was cautious.

“Where did you get this?”

“That’s….”

“Here. This is as fresh as it gets. It was clearly harvested not long ago.”

“…!”

The old man’s eyes widened once again.

“If you want, there is more of the Archbishop’s blood. I can also give you a few more pieces of mithril.”

“….”

“Pass the news to those who obtained this. I must meet them in person.”

Just as the old man was about to turn around.

Roar!

A purple pillar began to rise beneath his feet.

“No need for that.”

A voice that wasn’t the old man’s.

“Since I am here in person.”

Sein turned around to look at the old man.

At the corner of his mouth.

Grin.

A bright smile spread across his face.

All the appearances the old man had shown so far were lies.

Though what truly astonished him.

“Hehehe. A treasure goblin walks right into my hands. Surely luck is on my side in my final years.”

Sein wasn’t intimidated.

“Binding magic circle.”

It was a magic circle that had been meticulously crafted over a long period, activated with the finest materials.

A magic circle that not only strengthened by sapping the magic power of the bound individual but also bore a curse that drained vitality.

“The Archbishop’s blood, you say? Don’t forget! I’m the one who brought the treasure goblin here!”

“Understood.”

“Do you know who I am to do such a thing?”

Sein spoke in a low voice.

“I bear the great name….”

“Do not dare speak falsely of them!”

The robed figures who had revealed themselves shouted.

“We cannot be ignorant of the great name! Your sin is impersonating the great name!”

The great name.