The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“What?”

One by one, the guards turned their heads away from the foul stench.

“…….”

They stood frozen, just like the one who had drawn his sword.

And then, it was visible.

A spark.

The gaze of those who were once considered beggars.

‘Are we being crushed by their will to live? By us?’

Though they were Rashiel’s subordinates, members of the organization, being overwhelmed by the beggars’ will to survive.

It couldn’t be considered normal.

Distant.

Bebe, the leader of the main gate guards, gnashed his teeth.

“It’s an ambush.”

This is an ambush.

By another organization aiming for Rashiel’s headquarters!

“It’s an ambush-!”

Shouting, he half-drew his sword.

Thud.

It weakly fell back into its sheath.

It wasn’t Bebe’s will.

The beggar who had suddenly appeared in front of him, pressing the hilt of the sword into the sheath with his hand.

Shiver.

Despite putting all his strength and pouring in magic, the sword remained motionless.

“The guys aren’t in a good mood.”

The man spoke.

“They haven’t even had a chance to bathe or eat, coming straight here. It might be best not to provoke them any further.”

“……?”

It was an unexpected conversation.

Not only were the enemies approaching kindly, but they even mentioned the upcoming showdown.

“……!”

Only then did it dawn on him.

The target in front of him was more familiar than he had thought.

“Ba… Balak Demorus?”

“And if you provoke further.”

The beggar, or rather Balak, said, his face twisting.

“I won’t be able to hold back either.”

That was the moment.

“What the hell! What are you muttering in front of us!”

All the guards opened their eyes wide.

If it were someone else’s voice, it might not be remembered.

But if it was Rashiel’s top executive.

“Hey! Push them away!”

If it was the voice of Sein Demorus, it was unforgettable.

Sein, Valak.

“The candidates….”

Their identities.

“The candidates have returned!”

The guards shouted with a mix of joy or something else.

“You’re late, you damn fools!”

But the enraged Sein, along with the candidates, began pushing the guards aside.

That day, Rasiel had to face the worst trouble since its establishment.

The organization’s House, breached by just a dozen or so individuals.

And those who caused that…

“Sigh.”

Rasiel’s candidates.

A deep sigh of resignation.

All the organization members who were guarding the main gate in front of him were hanging their heads in defeat.

Injuries, bruised faces.

It wasn’t a disciplinary action.

“What on earth.”

Injuries inflicted by the candidates.

No matter how low-ranking, those entrusted with guarding the main gate.

Especially Bebe, who was in charge of the guards, possessed skills beyond those of a mere corporal.

“Do I have to like this or get angry?”

Regardless, the important thing was that Sein and the candidates had returned.

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“Ah, feels like being alive.”

“I thought I was going to die from itching all over.”

“The venom spider’s poison hasn’t disappeared, has it?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

The candidates gathered in the restaurant.

Stacks of dishes were piled in front of them.

“Bring more here!”

“Me too!”

Considering their ragged appearance when they arrived at Rasiel, it was a substantial amount of food.

“Gosh, thinking about it now, it’s brutal.”

“We almost clashed with our Rasiel.”

After washing off the blood and grime of the monster that had accumulated for almost a month.

Changing out of the makeshift clothes that were barely different from rags.

Drinking fresh beer and eating meat, rather than the blood and flesh of monsters, brought him back to his senses.

The fact that they had pushed through the main gate of Lassiel.

“Do you think something will catch our eye? It’s been a month. A month spent rolling in that hell.”

“Damn it, if it weren’t for the exchange meeting tomorrow, we could have washed up and rested in a nearby city.”

Candidates who emerged straight from the maze had no choice but to run towards Lassiel.

Treating them like beggars as they grew more and more sensitive, they might not have realized that conflict was inevitable.

“But still….”

And he realized.

“We broke through Lassiel’s main gate?”

Just a while ago, they didn’t even know they were called Demorus.

Having awakened their blood and obtained blessings, Lassiel’s members were the elite even in this world.

They remembered how they had always felt like a wall but were pushed like tofu.

“Really….”

As the dishes piled up.

As the beer glasses rolled.

Silence descended upon the restaurant.

“We’ve gotten stronger. Us.”

The time that seemed impossible had passed.

And what remained was not bodies full of wounds, but bodies of superhumans filled with magic.

“It’s all thanks to the Captain.”

Sain Demorus.

If it weren’t for him.

“Captain!”

Sain Demorus.

The attitude of the candidates towards him had also changed.

The discomfort of the past seemed to have vanished, replaced by the gazes of those who truly pledged their loyalty.

Sain, who had to withstand all those gazes.

“Hey, I told you not to chew on that.”

Brushing through his white hair, he was lecturing.

Crunch, crunch.

The girl sitting next to Sain.

Though it had only been a month, the girl, who seemed to have undergone a significant change, was now emitting the fragrance of a woman.

And not just any fragrance, but a beauty that was poignant, perhaps even more than that.

Yet no one harbored ill intentions towards her when they saw her.

Perhaps because they had spent the past month together, sometimes like family, sometimes like comrades.

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Perhaps because she was under Sain’s protection.

But….

Crunch.

“I said don’t chew on the bones!”

Because they saw her madness.

Cecil, who always chewed on cookies, couldn’t help but let the cookies she carried around in the labyrinth quickly disappear.

And from that moment on.

Crunch!

Cecil started chewing on monster bones.

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“It’s unbelievable.”

Alman was clearly expressing emotions he usually kept hidden.

The paper in his hand was a report compiled by Rashiel’s organization members, summarizing the words of Saint and the candidates.

“Dark trolls, Death Lizardmen….”

Those lunatics actually infiltrated the labyrinth.

Records of the numerous dark creatures they faced.

And finally.

“A lich.”

Even a lich.

At the very least, a lich was at master level.

Considering that half of the so-called master dark wizards were liches, the difficulty was likely even higher.

“The labyrinth’s difficulty is estimated to be at least gray rank.”

If it’s gray rank, the difficulty level within the labyrinth is quite high.

It was a labyrinth with such a high level of difficulty that at least three of Rashiel’s military units needed to move in order to conquer it.

Those lunatics not only infiltrated the labyrinth.

“Casualties, zero…?”

Everyone returned alive.

“Huh.”

Believe that?

He wanted to scoff at those words.

But with the evidence right there, gathered in the restaurant, there was no room for denial.

“The candidates broke through Rashiel’s main gate.”

That alone was enough to astonish.

In any sense.

But Alman also saw.

“….”

All the candidates.

They hid their magic in front of me.

Even if not all, they learned to conceal a portion of their growing power, something they possessed.

It was by no means something easy to reveal.

It meant that the percentage of usable magic had increased, and their ability to handle it had greatly improved.

That was something not easily learned even in Rashiel.

‘Homeland.’

It wasn’t until they were at the main house that they could be taught.

The candidates had achieved that.

And of course.

“All of this, it must be that crazy bastard’s doing.”

Sain Demorus, his work was undoubtedly unique.

Alman looked ahead.

While it was a member of Rasiel’s organization who had submitted the report, what was in front of them was…

“That crazy bastard is right in front of me, I say.”

It was Sain Demorus.

“There was a time when he was called the lunatic of Chichiron.”

“……”

“Is truly everything factual?”

“Are you not even confident enough to lead Rasiel?”

Ha, Alman let out a hollow laugh.

“It’s hard to believe even after seeing the report.”

Alman’s tone seemed to have changed from before.

That was…

“I knew you were remarkable, but I never thought it would be to this extent.”

It was also a clear acknowledgment of Sain.

“Tomorrow.”

The day the exchange match with Dante would begin.

Of course, the exchange match wouldn’t start immediately the next day, but it was the day when Dante would arrive at Rasiel.

“It seems they are also prepared over there. Rasiel not only fully supports you, but also seems to be conducting special training, thinking that Rasiel will be providing full support.”

“Well, that’s not wrong.”

“Rohan is not an opponent you can easily see. Their candidates neither.”

Sain silently stared straight at Alman.

“……”

A moment of silence.

“So.”

Finally, Sain spoke up.

“What do you think?”

He’s asking.

Whether you believe you and your team can defeat Dante.

About the outcome of the contract between you and yourself.

“It will be a rare sight to see Rohan cry.”

That was Alman’s smiling response.

Early dawn.

Thud, thud.

The sound of swords clashing echoed in Rasiel’s training ground.

Boom, boom.

It wasn’t the sound of just one or two people.

Shwaaack!

The candidates who returned yesterday.

They were all gathered, wielding their swords, conducting their training.

Upon witnessing this scene, Rasiel’s organization members wondered if the candidates were tense.

Today was the day Dante was coming, so it was common to train to ease the tension before the decisive battle.

Ttok, ttok.

However, soon they realized it was not just that.

The movements and gazes of the candidates proved that today was no ordinary day.

Just as they thought.

Swish!

It wasn’t a repetition of the past two days.

Every day, every day.

Like stretching after waking up, the candidates swung their swords, thrust their daggers, and shot their bows.

Shwack!

As if the breach of Rasiel’s main gate was false, their training did not seem threatening at all.

But that one move, one move.

“Are they all the same?”

They could see the same breath and trajectory.

“I’ve seen this before.”

Someone observing the scene said.