The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Kuooooo!

The outcome could change by looking at the expressions on Rasiel’s candidates right now.

Darkness.

It was by no means lighter than Damos.

Rather, denser and darker.

Squelch.

It crawled on the ground like a liquid, submerging Damos’ feet.

“…!”

A superior blessing.

No, even more.

“Did you think the only reason I bowed my head to Sein was because of the deal?”

It was Sis’s voice.

The heart that had not yielded to Damos broke.

“He is the real deal.”

The previous labyrinth.

“The awakening of that guy is the blessing of the ancestors.”

Sein awakened the blessing.

“Nonsense-!”

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“That’s impossible!”

Damos clenched his fist.

For a moment, light shone on the black gauntlet.

Thump!

Damos rolled his foot.

A reddish light enveloped Damos’ leg.

In the following moment.

Kwaaang!

Damos flew towards Sein as if shot out.

Utilizing rebounding force, Sein’s praise was not false.

Expelling energy condensed in his feet for propulsion.

Kwaaang!

He clenched his fist as if to crush and unleashed the power obtained.

An explosion bursting from Sein’s cheek.

However.

Kwaahk.

The Saint with dark-stained hair held onto it.

But the terrifying aspect of the anti-tank gun started here.

The gauntlet clenched by the Saint was ominously gleaming.

The collision generated by the attack was also energy.

Boom! Boom! Crash!

It could endlessly explode, annihilating the opponent.

A hazy explosion filled the path of the labyrinth.

“Khh! Khehk!”

Demas spewed blood.

“That ability is formidable, but it comes with significant side effects. If you had obtained it through a blessing, it would have been a bargain at just half a penny.”

“…!”

Clearly, the voice of the Saint, who should have been shattered into pieces, was heard.

“You must first acquire the Diamond Sutra to enhance your physical endurance.”

Ripple.

In front of the eyes.

“Otherwise, your body will break first.”

The Saint gazed down at Demas.

“Well, there’s a lot to explain, but you hate long-winded explanations too, don’t you?”

Even though it was obvious he had received a considerable shock, the Saint looked perfectly fine.

The black obsidian gazed down at Demas.

The owner of the obsidian quietly reached out his hand.

“It’s my first time using it properly too, so please guide me well.”

The Saint’s awakened blessing.

– That power is…

It was a power known by Sisman, the original source.

The ancestor who established Demoros.

The blessing that Alphine possessed.

– Corruption.

The dark-stained darkness engulfed everything about Demas.

A darker darkness than Demas’ armor engulfed everything about Demas.

Silence settled in the alley of the labyrinth.

“….”

Everyone watched the scene while being engulfed by silence.

In that moment.

Thud.

A faint vibration began.

Thud! Thud!

The vibration started to grow louder.

Boom!

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It soon deteriorated into a drunken brawl.

From within the darkness that engulfed Damascus.

The concrete of the burning red darkness.

And then, the following moment.

Kwaaaa-!

As the darkness that had swallowed Damascus shattered, for a moment, everyone’s vision was plunged into darkness.

When they regained their sight.

“Cough!”

In tattered armor, Damascus, covered in wounds, appeared.

“I… won.”

Staggering.

Saint staggered.

It seemed like Saint’s blessing had not overcome Damascus’s blessing.

The emotionally intense blessing seemed to have triumphed over the artificially manifested Saint’s blessing.

Wooong!

The red-hot armor of Damascus.

Releasing all the accumulated shock from just now.

Whiiing!

It was a moment when it was about to be released.

“Fool.”

Saint’s voice.

Pffft!

A cheerful sound as if piercing through the skull.

The Bastion that Saint held pierced through Damascus’s armor and reached his heart.

“…!”

Condensed to the maximum, Damascus’s defense, pouring all his strength into the counterattack, was at its peak.

Even if it could withstand a dragon’s claw, he thought.

Grrr.

As if Saint’s Bastion was sharper than a dragon’s claw, it twisted effortlessly, inflicting pain on Damascus.

“Krrraaagh!”

“The reason why the counterattack is frightening is because it has no weaknesses.”

Becoming a shield with his whole body, absorbing and releasing the shock.

Truly, it was an awe-inspiring ability.

But there were many ways to counter it.

“Now a new weakness has been added.”

Saint attacked the counterattack in an entirely undisclosed manner.

‘Called corruption.’

The blessing he had awakened.

Upon awakening, she had a vague sense of the meaning and power behind it, even though the information was insufficient.

A faint mist enveloped her, giving off a sense of providing only the necessary information.

But now, she knew for certain what she had done.

“It will be very painful.”

Corruption.

Another name for it.

“Since the absorption of Bantan.”

Reversal.

“…!”

Damos, sensing Sein’s words, tried to open his eyes wide and struggle.

But by then, it was already too late.

Wiiiiing!

Damos’s armor blazed even redder.

And the condensed power within.

Thud!

It began to erupt from within Damos.

Kwakwakwakwakwak!

Like the Big Bang that birthed the universe.

The tip of the sword Sein had thrust in became a focal point, releasing all the energy condensed within Damos’s body.

Kwakwakwakwak!

In the deafening noise, Damos’s pupils slowly flipped.

And soon, only white remained.

Thud.

Damos collapsed to the ground.

That was the end of it.

“Wow, this monster is even worse than Bastion. If I use it wrong, I’ll be sucked in and die first.”

Was she unaware of what she had done?

The candidates stood silently, watching Sein nonchalantly.

“What’s next?”

Or maybe.

“I’m already sick of this maze. Let’s finish up and go eat.”

Was Sein so broad-minded that she could consider it nothing?

Whatever she had become.

Step.

Sein moved forward, followed by all the candidates.

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It had been quite a long time since the candidates entered the maze.

During that time, Alman and Rohan waited at the entrance to the maze.

They were busy individuals, rarely taking direct action in the front lines.

“Now, it seems the candidate competition for this term is coming to an end.”

They knew that with this exchange event, Demorus’ candidate competition would finally come to a close.

“I suppose so.”

Although Alman and Rohan didn’t engage in many separate conversations, their time together increased as they continued to navigate the labyrinth.

“Who do you think is the most likely to win?”

Even though they considered each other rivals, it was possible due to their shared roots.

Alman asked Rohan, “Do you really think Demos will emerge as the victor?”

Demos, the strong contender Dante had invested everything in, and whom Rohan also had hopes pinned on.

“I doubt it.”

However, Rohan shook his head.

“Demorus has exceptional skills and potential, but his capacity is limited.”

Rohan said, “He may possess outstanding skills and potential, but his capacity is limited.”

Rohan was no fool; he knew about the family affairs.

It was the natural order of the world for the strong to oppress the weak, so he could see how it could happen.

But Rohan believed it should be fair.

“I just wanted to give him a chance.”

“A chance?” “Even if it may not be right, a chance to use that power for Demorus.”

That was it.

“An opportunity to let his arrogance and stubbornness, that small vessel, contain only Demorus.”

In Rohan’s mind, there was only Demorus.

“But that’s not an answer to my question.”

Alman was aware of this fact.

What he truly wanted to ask was, “Who is the most likely candidate?”

The contender with the highest probability of becoming the victor.

“Perhaps even those from the main family who did not enter the candidate competition have a high chance.”

Because they were recognized to the extent that they didn’t need to participate in the competition.

“However, the most probable one is…”

Rohan’s gaze became serious.

“That guy.”

“That guy?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You must think the same way, Alman.”

Rohan and Alman locked eyes.

“The candidate of Cain.”

“Yes.”

Rohan looked outside the barracks.

The undulating maze.

Within it, the victor will be revealed.

“His awakening is the blessing of the ancestors.”

“……”

“Do you understand the significance of that?”

However, it is but a momentary victory.

In the end, they will face an even greater wall.

“The most rigorous candidate selection for Cain ended in less than a year. A monster. Truly a monster.”

Rohan, who isn’t one to give praise easily, went as far as saying this.

Alman, seemingly aware of the news, nodded in acknowledgement.

“He is undoubtedly the most promising candidate for the next head of the family.”

Just as Rohan was about to finish his answer to the question.

“My thoughts differ.”

Alman raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

“You don’t know what kind of man that lunatic is.”

“A lunatic?”

“I intend to walk. In that madness.”

……

Alman no longer resembled the master of Rasiel from the past.

No longer the comrade who had promised to lead Demoros together.

“It might be hard to believe. I felt the same way.”

As if on cue, the two rose from their seats simultaneously.

“It would be wise to think carefully. Considering the current outcome.”

The maze.

Wooooo!

The entrance of the maze began to resonate.

It meant that finally, the victor had been determined.

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The once verdant maze’s gates began to darken.