The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

The upper regions retain much of their past appearance and are maintaining it.

“It’s said that over eighty percent of the purification power remaining in the continent is concentrated in the upper regions.”

Clean air.

Abundant magic.

Above all else.

“…….”

The azure sky.

The blue sky untouched by darkness seemed to proudly display its beauty there.

Roberta, who was wounded by that sight, was left dumbfounded for a while.

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That day was no different.

Days spent trapped in the castle, merely observing.

However, Sein understood the intention behind it.

“The purity of magic is increasing.”

Those from the lower regions have lower purity of magic.

In other words, even with the same amount of magic, the destructive power that can be wielded varies.

It was known to be an innate trait depending on one’s origin, with no way around it.

“Is there a special magic array in this castle?”

It seemed that there was a special power in the area where they resided, and where Demorus’s headquarters existed.

Although Sein purified magic through the Dragon Heart, impurities were inevitable.

“Not bad at all.”

Having a plan to enhance the purity of magic in the future, for Sein, this effect was not a bad thing.

Moreover, he felt the blessing getting stronger.

“I understand why those from the main family are so different.”

If it weren’t for Sein, the successor candidate in Rasiel would have been Sis.

While Vallac and Roberta had outstanding potential, Sis was different in terms of physicality.

Demos of Dante, Kimo, and Vita were the same.

When other candidates were busy trying to keep up, the reason some could reach the level of a master was this.

“I thought I was the only one using cheats.”

A child of Demoros.

It was also a cheat, there was no choice but to admit it.

There was a lot to realize.

Even though he said he was studying, there were still things in the world he didn’t know.

“….”

At that moment, Sein stopped.

A different gesture than usual.

“Has our busy planting machine finally appeared?”

Someone revealed themselves at Sein’s mutterings.

He looked like a peer of similar age to himself.

And.

“You seem too young to say that.”

A young man with white hair and red eyes like himself.

An existence with a strange aura.

“You’re Sein Demoros.”

The returning voice was unexpectedly cheerful.

“Yes. My father sent me. Was it considerate of you?”

But there was something broken about him.

“Nice to meet you, Sein.”

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“Introduce yourself first.”

“Oh, sorry. I…”

The young man stepped towards Sein and extended his hand.

“I’m Varje.”

“Varje?”

Varje, who seemed to be smiling.

“I’m from the same three major organization candidate background as you. Different from the high-nosed gentlemen from the main family.”

Sein’s eyes narrowed.

– You’ll meet when you go to the main family.

There was a story that Almani specifically shared.

– Cain’s candidate. That guy is….

They shared stories envisioning the future.

– A monster.

It’s him.

“Is he a candidate from the Cain?”

“That’s right. Did you receive support from Rasiel and Dante? That caused quite a stir even back at the main house.”

Eyes met.

“But how long do you plan to leave things unsettled?”

Barzé shook hands again.

The moment Sain slowly clasped that hand.

Whoosh!

It felt as if the air was being sucked towards them.

Kukuku!

His voice trembled.

But Sain and Barzé just faced each other.

“As expected of you…”

Barzé’s gentle and playful face was gone.

It was the face of a sharp hunter.

The gaze of a monster who had been through countless battlefields.

“You have awakened the blessing of the ancestors.”

The moment they released each other’s hands, everything that had unfolded seemed to peacefully turn false.

“If I were to kill you here, would it be a problem?”

Sain kindly asked Barzé.

-If I were to kill you here, would it be a problem?

In response to Sain’s question, Barzé answered.

-I was also considering that.

That was the extent of their brief encounter with Barzé.

-It was a joke, right? You were joking too, weren’t you? Let’s get along well in the future, both from the three major organizations!

Barzé, completely transformed as if wearing a mask, left even Sain unable to catch the right timing.

“Barzé Demorus.”

There was something about him.

Something that only Sain could feel.

“He said he awakened the blessing of the ancestors.”

It had been mentioned that he awakened the blessing of the ancestors just like himself.

However, it was also said that it might not be the same kind.

-The ancestors of Demorus had three great blessings.

The blessing of the ancestors was not a singular entity.

-The blessing of the ancestors is…

That was the moment.

Kiiiiing-!

A thunderous noise, as if the heavens and earth were splitting, began to resound.

The massive door in front of Sain began to open its mouth.

“Are you nervous?”

Sein asked Roberta.

On the day Barzé came, Sein, Roberta, and Cecil were allowed entry outside the castle.

And now, it was their first true entrance into the ancestral home.

“….”

“I am nervous.”

Roberta’s eyes widened at Sein’s words.

But soon, her trembling subsided.

“Don’t relax from now on.”

Sein said.

“Because this is the battlefield.”

Thud!

Finally, the door swung wide open and stopped.

“Let’s go.”

Sein, who had slipped into the bright light, took confident steps forward.

It was their first step into the ancestral home, yet there was no hesitation.

“Now, this is the real game.”

In the final act of his life, Sein was the successor of the Dark Lord.

He realized that he had finally stood alone at the starting point.

Step by step.

The bright light illuminated everything, and Sein walked out with the demons of Demoros standing on either side of him.

Some wore masks, others draped in fur.

Due to their lack of uniformity, it was clear that they were the ones acknowledged by Demoros.

Gulp.

Roberta, who had gathered her resolve, swallowed dryly.

“She’ll feel it.”

Roberta must be feeling it too.

Shooosh!

The magic of the monsters filled the battlefield.

It felt like being submerged in a deep abyss.

It seemed like one had to struggle against immense pressure pressing on every inch of their body.

Wobbling.

In the end, Roberta, unable to overcome it, stumbled.

She was on the verge of a major blunder, but Sein caught her.

Not with his hands, but with magic.

“….”

It was the first time.

The expressions of the demons looking at them changed from indifference to interest.

That overflowing interest was solely directed at Sein.

Step by step.

Sein once again confidently stepped forward.

He seemed to understand the meaning of the phrase “Bokmajun.”

A feeling as if monsters were hissing, eyeing their prey.

Sizzle.

However, as Sein walked, a faint smile crept upon his lips.

Hiss.

Slowly unraveling his magic.

Paaaah-!

The moment he unleashed it, he felt the pressure of the magic that had been suppressing them disappear.

“Even though I’ve only been taking tests so far.”

No one could not hear Sein’s muttered words.

“Tests end here.”

Sein, who had suddenly stopped, found himself facing individuals dressed in a mix of black and gold.

Even without Barje standing in the corner, he could tell.

‘These guys.’

The successor candidate of Demorus.

And slowly, Sein’s gaze moved upwards.

Dozens of women sitting on chairs, a middle-aged man gazing down at himself with a lazy face on the platform.

The author.

‘The author is…’

Thud!

At that moment, Roberta knelt with both knees and bowed her head.

Shiver.

Sein’s legs were trembling.

Thud!

Ultimately unable to endure, Sein too knelt, bowing his head.

“T-This… is… the first… time…”

Sein’s voice, almost inaudible, accompanied by a floating smile.

It was bewildering.

Even when he was the Crown Prince Sein Archipald, he had never experienced something like this.

Even in front of the great Emperor of the Archipald Empire.

“Welcome to the ancestral home.”

A heavy, solemn voice.

A voice that seemed to suck in all the darkness of the world flowed into Sein’s ears.

“My son.”

The author was the head of Demorus.

– Tejera Demorus.

The absolute ruler of this era.

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At this moment, I realized that I shouldn’t straighten my knees.

It was curiosity.

Ooong.

It was about how much power of mine could reach the current leader.

“Rasiel’s Alman and Dante’s Rohan will support you. It has been declared.”

However, Sein’s eyes widened at the voice that soon followed.

Kwoong!

It felt like Sein’s whole body was being driven into the ground.

It was a resistance that seemed futile.

Something came to mind.

“Damn, is this all?”

An absolute being deeply connected to him, one he had seen even in this current life.

“Angel-grade?”

It was the strength he felt from the weakened Angel.

“You’re arrogant.”

“……”

Sein gritted his teeth, enduring it.

Thud!

The pressure was getting stronger.

Crack!

Sein’s lips tore, blood trickling down.

The whole world, his world, seemed engulfed in darkness.

“Yet the fighting spirit is a curse steeped in Demolus’s blood.”

Whack!

That was even more surprising.

“Forgive your impudence. My son.”

He swept it all away as if it were all just a dream.

To perfectly contain what was poured out is always difficult, be it words, water, or especially magic.

Barely free, Sein slowly rose while thinking.

“Max level.”

He was undoubtedly an existence who had reached level 30, the max level of Sanctuary.

“No.”

However, in Sanctuary, level alone did not indicate strength.

“It’s an Over Level.”

A realm called transcendence, a power bestowed upon only a select few among Sanctuary’s players throughout its long history, and it was a power known as the strongest, granted to only a tiny fraction of NPCs.

“You may rise.”

Sein rose up, despite the terrifying permission from Tejera.

However, his bowed head remained unchanged.

“You may lift your head now.”

Only then could Sein raise his head and look at Tezera.

He was not like Barzenna with his white hair.