The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Yet, was that what it meant to be Dante?

Though there were injured, there were no dead.

No.

“…They are back.”

They are not dead.

The candidates of Dante, who were taking a break, quickly prepared for battle.

This was no different from their usual routine.

After a strenuous day, just like someone sinking into a soft bed.

“Did you rest well?”

Dante finished a tough day and faced another wave of attackers.

Their glossy hair and skin, different from theirs.

Shiny equipment.

Even a calm wave of magic, as if not engaging in battle.

“Damn bastards!”

Damos shouted but couldn’t move.

Those were the days of the past.

-Hello?

The fear that arose from experiencing the same routine every day.

At some point, a question arose.

‘Are they…’

The candidates of Rasiel.

‘Monsters?’

Thinking they might be true monsters unlike themselves.

But among them, the worst was that guy.

A young man with white hair, not a saint.

“…Sys.”

“Today, I will face you again.”

From the same hometown.

However, a guy who was disregarded even in his own home due to his humble mother.

When they wielded swords and blessings, Sys was the one who used to carry their baggage.

Swoosh.

Entering the maze, Damos had to face only Sys.

“I have no feelings. Damos. Raise your sword.”

“You son of a-!”

Defeat, defeat, defeat.

The moment the three master-level samurais started to fall behind.

Whoosh!

Dante’s cohesion could only crumble.

It all began on the 2nd week of entering the maze.

“Cough… Cough…”

It was an event that occurred after another routine Rasiel attack ended.

“Why do you think I spare you?”

Sain stepped on one of the candidates for Dante, who had fallen exhausted, and spoke.

“After all, we share the same bloodline. What’s so great about bloodlines?”

“…”

“We’ve done enough, haven’t we?”

The only thing given so far had been a whip.

“Leave Dante, Rasel, no.”

Snick.

“Is there anyone willing to come under me if they abandon Demos?”

“!”

“The outcome is decided. I’m just giving a chance.”

And from that day on, the additional tasks began.

In front of Dante, who couldn’t even properly wash or have a meal.

Chiiiing!

Rasel started a rather convincing meal.

Although it seemed to be the meat of the same monster, the scent and appearance were different.

For some reason, those who ate it seemed to overflow with even more vitality.

“Don’t think there will always be a chance.”

Sain spoke as he put a large piece of meat into his mouth.

“Don’t think that if you come under me….”

It had always been like this.

The hardest thing for a human to endure is hunger.

Throughout all of human history, when major events began to unfold, it was often due to this hunger.

“Can I have a meal too?”

“You…!”

“Of course.”

While watching over Dante’s candidate who had come forward earlier, at Sain’s hint, Rasel asked.

“Do you want to eat?”

The lad drooling like a rabid dog.

He could endure hunger no matter what.

But it was the monster meat that was wrongly consumed that was the issue.

Dehydration due to stomach problems, the cycle.

That was it.

“Want to bark?”

“…Woof….”

Driving the human to madness.

“You won’t bark?”

Sain shook the meat.

“…Woof…. Woof!”

Eventually, Dante’s candidate began to charge.

“Exactly.”

It was the beginning.

Collapse.

It continued from a small crack.

Moreover, the sight of a candidate whom they initially thought of as a comrade wagging their tail like a dog was truly shocking for Dante’s candidates.

“…I’ve been there too.”

Rasiel’s perspective was different.

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Ultimately, that day, Dante was the first to charge in.

Filled with anger and madness, he charged in, thinking it would be better to die.

Knowing that his heart would be broken a bit more tomorrow.

But the outcome was obvious.

“I’ll come back tomorrow.”

And the next day.

“We’ll go under your command, Sir.”

Several bodies were visible.

Perhaps it was a clash born from differing opinions.

And they would realize.

It was like a current that had already breached the dam and could not be resisted.

“Alright. So what now?”

Snarl.

“We should bark.”

Dante’s candidates began to depart.

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Once they departed once, the next time was easier.

The bigger issue was the appearance of the departed candidates of Dante.

Glistening faces, shining equipment.

“Sir! What should we do?”

Following Sir, wagging their tails.

Looking at their pathetic selves and at them.

“I’ll go in too.”

They began to break off one by one.

Domus didn’t stop them.

“You bastards.”

Initially, he overcame two candidates who had betrayed by saying they would go under Sir, but in the end, he yielded to the gaze and emotions he received then.

One by one.

And then.

“You are the last.”

Three remained.

Among them were those from Dante, who were the most prideful and had the highest dignity.

Candidates from the main house.

“Hahaha!”

Damos burst into a mad laughter.

“Sys, were you also part of that mess?”

“….”

“A candidate from the main house. No matter how much of a half-wit he was.”

His blazing eyes contained various emotions that could hardly be described as anger.

“Are you wagging your tail at someone who doesn’t even know your background?”

Sys remained silent.

“So, will you endure again today?”

Sein spoke as if such provocations did not affect him.

“Tsk!”

Damos spat.

“Do you all share the same thoughts?”

But that day was different.

“….”

Vita and Kimo, who always stood firmly by Damos’ side.

They were not responding.

“Vita, Kimo?”

From the same main house.

And they, who had joined forces to become prominent candidates for Dante.

Unlike the other candidates used and discarded as pawns, they truly thought of themselves as comrades.

“Sorry, Damos.”

Finally, Vita stood up from his seat.

“…Vita?”

“I guess this is my limit. I can’t endure any longer.”

Even if they reached the level of masters, they were ultimately human beings.

They couldn’t overcome their instincts and desires.

“…Kimo.”

The two masters stood up.

“Pull yourself together, Damos.”

Kimo was different from Vita.

Anger, directed towards Damos.

“Do you not understand even after all this?”

“….”

“Sein Demorus is different from us.”

“…!”

“Damos, you can’t handle this lunatic.”

The ones they trusted the most.

The moment they were betrayed by them.

“Why-!”

It felt like the dam, which had been holding on until the end, was collapsing.

“Saint Demorus-! Why! Why-!”

He screamed and wailed.

“Why go this far-!”

The proud bloodline of Demorus, trampled upon.

“If only I had killed him! Why go this far…!”

It was anger towards Saint, who even crushed his slightest dignity.

“My ears are about to burst.”

Approaching Saint, who was sitting there howling like a madman, he locked eyes with Demos and said,

“Why?”

“…Yeah. Why. Why go this far.”

Snick.

Saint seemed to smile.

“I spared Sis.”

“…?”

“Don’t get it even now?”

Suddenly, Sis was standing next to Saint.

“Sis is mine.”

“So…”

“Indeed, the bastards are damn selfish, aren’t they? Right?”

Saint mocked Demos.

But it was the first time.

That mockery felt terrifyingly serious.

“I heard about how you treated Sis at the main house. Don’t worry. Sis didn’t say anything.”

Sis bit her lip.

“I was curious why someone from the main house has such a personality, why they’ve become so weak.”

And in the labyrinth last time.

– I heard about you.

Saint proposed to Sis.

– I’ll thoroughly destroy what you hate. How about it? Will you join hands?

This was it.

“The deal is you. You bastard.”

The secret pact between Saint and Sis.

It was another deal hidden in this exchange match.

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It was hell.

For some, it might be a blessing, but for others, it was hell.

It was a life not chosen willingly, but determined by fate.

-Your name is Sis Demorus.

Born as the son of the most threatening and fearsome being in the world.

But the issue was his mother.

-Sis.

He was born from a mother who hailed from a different lineage of three dark families, yet was a child born among the rulers of the New Empire.

Not just randomly scattered seeds, but seeds deliberately crafted.

However, Sis was a creature unlike any other.

-Sis. What are you doing?

A maid.

A child of chance born from a mother whose beauty was exceptionally striking.

-My shoe got dirty. Lick and clean it.

The difference couldn’t be bridged just because they shared the same blood.

The stolen sword was sheathed.

Emotions had to be suppressed.

A life taken away against his will.

Fortunately, for the most part, others like him showed no interest.

But unfortunately.

-Sis, you bastard!

Even among them, the inferior tormented those even more inferior.