The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“Here, this is the Holy Sword you seek.”

Sein said, casually gripping and shaking Bastion.

The confusion and greed reflected in the eyes.

“And….”

However, Sein’s voice had not finished yet.

“How long are you going to keep this up, you pests?”

At that moment, for the first time, the sanctuary reacted.

“Pests, how long are you going to keep this up?”

Sein spoke towards the sanctuary.

Then, the sanctuary, which had been like an emotionless doll until now, finally reacted.

“So that’s why kids these days… Do you want to burst?”

In response to Sein’s words, the sanctuary puffed up its cheeks.

“What are you doing right now…”

Everyone was taken aback by the banter between the two, as if they were alone.

“Enough with the jokes. I can make you unable to chew bones for the rest of your life.”

It was that moment.

“Blood.”

The gaze of the girl, who had filled her cheeks with air, changed.

Whoosh!

A fountain of blood burst out.

“…?”

No one could easily comprehend the sudden turn of events.

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But they had to realize.

A swaying.

That a beautiful girl with a well-crafted pair of daggers was swinging in front of them.

Yet the price of noticing it too late was.

Whoosh!

Losing one’s precious head.

“Uh…!”

Even though momentarily flustered, the experienced elites hastily cast their sacred shields.

“You fools.”

Seeing their reaction, Sein clicked his tongue.

“Have you forgotten who your opponent is?”

Swish!

The moment Sesil’s daggers made contact, the sacred shield shattered into pieces.

The sanctity of the saint and the maiden was purer and more powerful than anything else.

Something wielded with the same sanctity could crush with force.

Swoosh!

Sesil moved like a cat.

One by one.

“Die….”

They had to shout as they watched their falling comrades.

“Kill her!”

They had to eliminate the maiden who was their target.

“What have you done to the maiden!”

They shouted and shouted while watching Sesil rampage as if possessed.

“What have you done to the maiden-!”

The maiden, who should have been nobler and more dignified than anyone, cutting down Angel’s followers.

Her treacherous act shook everything to the core.

Yet Sein, the protagonist who caused this situation, merely flicked his ear as if annoyed.

“Why are you babbling nonsense without even believing you’re real maidens?”

“Such….”

“People who don’t even know what maidens or saints are from the start.”

In reality, Zandark, also known as the maiden, stood at the forefront and slaughtered enemies.

The maidens and saints in the Sanctuary were no different.

Those who must stand at the forefront of the battlefield, receiving the greatest power.

It was a statement that they were not beings who should hide alone in the depths of the temple seeking protection.

Whoosh!

The accurate term for them.

“Is that guy the Angel’s killing machine?”

They felt deep despair in Sein’s smile.

From the very beginning, they were magical flyers, so it was absurd for them to confront Sessil without their magic.

Finally, when the enemies could be counted on one hand.

“Stop.”

Sessil, who was slaughtering under Sein’s command, stopped in his tracks.

Thud.

Approaching the cruel scene, Sein handed something to Sessil.

“Just five minutes.”

“Yes!”

If Barus knew that the candy in his hand was not made of sweet sugar but of Rich’s bones, what kind of reaction would he show?

“Please spare me!”

Saintri fell to his knees, begging.

“Are you guys really Saintri? It doesn’t seem like you used to be like this in the past.”

“…”

“Anyway.”

Sein crouched down and placed his hand on the heart of the one begging for his life.

Thud.

His hand went in like splitting a tofu.

“Argh!”

For a moment, writhing in pain, Sein withdrew his hand, holding something shiny and bead-like.

“As expected.”

They were not magical flyers.

Just fakes made to mimic them.

“It seems the temple is finally going to start moving in earnest.”

Muttering words that even they couldn’t understand.

“Barus, take them and extract every piece of information from them, both true and false.”

Their fate was sealed.

“Understood.”

“And Palu.”

“Yes, Sein!”

The lad who once endured beatings without raising his voice now looked at Sein with shining eyes, nodding vigorously.

“It’s a task.”

“Just tell me.”

“Spread rumors until Othomeo’s hand reaches.”

If they were going to start moving in earnest, he, too, had to follow suit.

“The Virgin is in Demorus.”

“…!”

“Sein has secured the Virgin in Demorus.”

Palu, startled, trembled.

He had indeed been promoted, showing an ability to assess the value of information.

“Othomeo will follow the organization’s fate with Sein, convey that.”

“If you’re going to do that, make yourself more useful.”

With that, the parasitic kidnapping incident came to a close.

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“Send them to Rasiel.”

In line were boys and girls.

There were not a few young men, and occasionally there were those who seemed elderly.

Sein was in the process of selecting them.

“These ones are for Dante.”

With a sweep of his white hair, he directed each one where to go.

“You’ve heard it, but you are no longer slaves.”

It was a result they all voluntarily chose.

They who were once slaves could now be free.

“Who must they pledge allegiance to?”

“To Lord Sein Demorus.”

“Very well.”

To those who had to worry about just today, he gave them a future.

Loyalty obtained in exchange.

It was uncertain how far that loyalty would go, but further education would follow.

“Make sure the fees are received from the buyers, Barus.”

“I’ll see to it.”

Barus sorted through the gathered slaves.

“Raise these ones in Antara as much as possible, then divide and send them to Borfeo and Chichiron.”

How much was it that one of them was worth, just a few gold coins?

Though they were worth nothing more than snacks for the central nobility.

“Perhaps because it’s their first time, the quality seems quite lacking. Still, there might be some usable ones.”

The story was different if used by someone who recognized their value.

What Sein had told Barus was about their physical characteristics.

Or…

“It should still work fine, right?”

A magical tool created with Arin’s help by Sein.

A kind of cheat item that did not exist in Sanctuary.

An item outside the grading system that allowed players to assess the potential and affinity of magic using Sanctuary’s system.

“If you’re referring to the Scouter, I have enough magic stones supplied to charge it without interruption.”

It was akin to the one in a comic where gathering six baseballs granted wishes.

“Good.”

With just that, one could invest in achieving maximum efficiency.

“And…”

Before Sein stood an old man with a bent waist.

The drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and his vacant eyes were evidence that the old man was not in his right mind.

“I will take this one to Demorus.”

“Are you serious?”

Barus asked.

“I did ask you to find him, but…”

Even the scouters couldn’t find anything special about the old man.

Except for one thing, a peculiar mark on his fingernail.

“I have found what I was looking for.”

I can’t believe I found it so quickly.

Undoubtedly, receiving the news of the active slave market in Antara was a move of the gods.

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Having completed all his errands, Sein returned to Demorus.

Sein’s dwelling in Demorus was a small castle named Castle of Misery.

-It’s a nickname given due to the unfortunate fate of the former lords.

Though a place everyone avoided, it suited Sein’s heart.

Close to the forge yet distant from nature, his own sanctuary.

“Everyone, leave.”

At Sein’s command, the servants, the chamberlain, Deren who had tagged along as a self-appointed bodyguard, even Roberta, vacated their seats.

Now, what remained was…

“This is serious.”

Sein and the old man brought from Antara.

Sein placed his hand on the old man’s shoulder and infused him with magic.

“Ugh, ugh.”

The old man groaned in agony.

Barus had heard that the old man was found in the slums of Zone 9.

Rescued by slave hunters among the street trash.

Not in his right mind and an aged body, his market value was nothing, but they thought, perhaps a dark sorcerer or the like might have a need for him, so they brought him in.

From their perspective, even if they received just a single silver coin, it would be a gain.

But they were mistaken.

“A single silver coin?”

A smile crept onto Sein’s lips.

“Ridiculous.”

If one truly understood his value, they wouldn’t utter such nonsense.

The old man’s worth was something that couldn’t be measured in money.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh! Ugh!”

The revelation of this secret occurred five years after the release of the game Chutuary.

The fact that there was a secret undiscovered for five years in a game enjoyed by millions was astonishing.

Some called it a bug, while others referred to it as a developer’s Easter egg.

Of course, as always, the developers didn’t spare any effort on this.

However, what’s important is.

Whoa!

This is a story about something.

Something that humans can never create, something only a god can create.

Whoaaaa!

As magic was infused, and that magic flowed through the old man’s body in a specific pattern, a blue light began to pour out of the old man’s body, filling the room.

And soon, something amazing happened.

Crackle! Pop!

Gold began to appear on the old man’s skin and flesh.

It was something that could never be called human.

Pop!

Because of this, at one point, the survival of several players was in jeopardy.

Due to not knowing the conditions precisely, experimentation was necessary.

The name of this treasure that had to be pursued at the cost of ruining a life was.

“Awaken. Ego.”

Ego Item.

Growing and evolving.

An item that contained a whole life within itself.

Boom!

An explosion of light occurred.

If there had been a window, or even a crack in the door, the light that escaped might have filled the entire desperate castle with such intense light that it could have blinded eyes unaccustomed to it.

If unprepared, it could have blinded one’s eyes.

Within that.

Thud.

The old man’s figure vanished into thin air, and something was left in the hands of the sage.

It was an extraordinary ring.

But the sage knew what this was.

“Lucky me.”

He couldn’t help but feel satisfied.

“A thief has appeared.”

Ego.

A term meaning self, used to communicate intentions or refer to evolutionary equipment that grows alongside players.

But Ego in the context of survival was different.

Existing for five years before even being discovered, it was an item that held a self.

No.

Swoosh.

An item that encapsulated a life.

The sage’s figure faded away into a blur.

Magic did not escape, and the flow of magic did not occur within Sein’s body.