The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Sein’s silhouette blurred.

Stomp.

He slowly paced through Tonba’s streets.

Bubble, bubble.

Despite it being late at night, along with the decent security of the Fifth Zone.

“Another territorial battle?”

“How many more will die this time?”

Those who couldn’t sleep, worrying about the impending territorial battle.

Stomp.

Tonba Castle, where Sein had arrived without realizing, had a completely different atmosphere from the streets.

“Hahaha!”

A loud laughter echoed even outside the castle walls.

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The shadows flickering in the bright light seemed to indicate how deeply they were indulging in pleasure.

Sain walked on.

He understood what the lord of Carmille, who had hired him, wanted.

And he knew that it was a pact of black and white that usually came down to the same meaning.

“So?”

Now a habit, talking to oneself.

“So, what do they want?”

Grin.

Should he do as they wish just because they want it?

No.

From the outset, what they wanted from him was Carmille’s victory in the territorial war.

Various ways to win in the territorial war.

“Stop.”

Sain was only trying to provide the fastest and surest way among them.

The guards of the castle who stopped Sain.

Most of those who came to the castle were noble, and Sain’s appearance made him seem noble, so they showed respect.

“Have you come to the party?”

Tonba was the same.

Calling upon the Immortal lineage, mingling with him at the party every day to build a relationship.

“Yeah.”

Sain said with a bright smile.

“Right.”

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“You’re a bit late.”

The guard, upon Sain’s explanation of coming to the party, relaxed.

Indeed, at this hour, there was no one coming to the lord’s castle unless it was for the party.

“May I know your name and lineage?”

The guard asked.

“Or you can show the invitation. I understand it might be annoying, but we do have procedures.”

“Procedures, important.”

Sain rummaged in his bosom.

And then.

Thud!

The dagger that flew from Sain’s bosom lodged between the two guards’ brows.

“This is my procedure.”

The fallen guards.

Sain could enter the castle by avoiding them.

It was far from perfect.

But this was the reality at hand.

Everything moves like a system, in a world that values mutual promises.

It may seem ideal, but not for those outside that system.

“I was going to skip the party because it’s a hassle.”

Just then, guards were approaching from a distance, ready for the shift change.

Thud! Thwock!

More daggers thrown by Sein struck them between the eyes.

“You can’t resist a party like this, can you?”

From the 5th zone onwards, the moonlight struck distinctly.

Amidst it, Sein smiled and proceeded.

“Huh? Who’s there?”

Even the guards patrolling the zone.

Thud!

“Lost your way?”

Even the approaching knight, kindly.

“Ugh!”

Sein treated them all equally.

It was regrettable.

To see such kind individuals easily perish at the hands of a villain like himself.

“Damned….”

But who would know.

Perhaps these kind souls had their own vile secrets.

And to some, they might have been unknown entities like themselves.

“Intruder…!”

So, there was only one thing he could do.

“I’ll treat you fairly.”

The knight shouted upon discovering the bodies.

Unaware that it was Sein’s trap, the startled victims met their demise.

Yet, others who heard the noise were approaching this place.

Perhaps that was Sein’s trap as well.

Thud thud thud thwock!

Daggers launched from the traps embedded themselves in the knights’ and guards’ throats and foreheads.

Clang!

Among them was one who deflected the dagger.

Swish!

It only prolonged their life by a few seconds; they couldn’t evade Sein’s approaching blade.

“What a waste, it would have been easier if you were an assassin, not a thief.”

If the ego Sein found this time had been an assassin, things might have been simpler.

But the ego was just a means to assist himself.

“Intruder!”

Sein didn’t care if it was absent.

Among the abundant corpses, the torches in the castle finally began to illuminate.

Rumble, rumble.

The once joyful party quickly turned into chaos.

Chuckle.

Sein laughed amidst it all.

Those living in peace would never understand.

The intensity and fear.

“Who goes there!”

He spoke towards Sein, surrounded by knights.

“Don’t know and asking?”

Sein was met with a sense of disbelief instead.

“You’re in the midst of a war. Who do you think sent me?”

Swoosh.

He drew his longsword.

“Karmil?”

“Yes.”

Flash!

Sein’s silhouette vanished like lightning, appearing before the bewildered eyes of the vice-captain of the knights.

“They call me Sein of Demorus, Demorus.”

Swish!

The vice-captain had no choice but to succumb to the unexpected attack.

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It was a fact that the higher one went, the higher the standard became.

The amount and quality of magic possessed differed, as did the equipment provided.

But one thing was certain.

There might be monsters in the upper levels, but that was it.

Thud, thud.

Most were rookies immersed in peace, lacking even proper experience, according to the knights of Tonba.

Around level 50.

Among the knights, there were quite a few skilled individuals beyond experts.

Moreover, they…

Whoom!

Could effectively wield aura, even controlling its intensity.

But that was all.

“Gah!”

“Ugh!”

Their lack of experience was glaring.

With a good sword in hand, what could one do? Not knowing the proper way or courage to wield it.

What would a soldier who had been raised at great expense do?

“Help, save me!”

“Run away!”

If one is paralyzed by fear and unable to do anything, they might as well be no different from a civilian.

But what if they were to aim higher?

The standard in Zone 5 was precisely that.

A saint who had entered the castle alone.

“Stop!”

The one to halt him.

“Who… told you to stop him!”

Since there was no one there.

Blood was pouring.

Though the saint advanced slowly, there was no one to delay his steps.

“…This!”

Even for them, it was an unprecedented situation.

“This shouldn’t be happening here!”

An ambush and assassination attempt in the war against Carmel, of all places.

In an unimaginable situation, consumed by fear, shouting out in frustration was all they could do.

“What’s wrong?”

The saint treated them all fairly.

At that moment, a black sphere approached right in front of the saint.

Slowly raising his sword, he cleaved it in two.

Boom!

The black sphere exploded, spewing flames more intense than all the torches in the castle combined.

“Dark Ball.”

A form of dark magic, merely a basic offensive spell, but the quantity and quality of magic contained within, coupled with a slight formula distortion, led to this outcome.

Whoosh!

A large blaze erupted where the saint stood, illuminating the castle brightly.

“Lord Brando! Please be careful! The whole castle might burn down at this rate!”

Finally, he appeared.

“Hah, and you’re making such remarks even after seeing that? Behold.”

Two men, followed by people and knights trembling with fear, were there.

“He didn’t even flinch after taking my Dark Ball head-on.”

In the blaze, the unharmed saint stood.

“There must be a mistake! Lord Campesji wouldn’t stoop to such deeds!”

Lord Campesji, the ruler of Carmel.

And the man was the Lord of Tonba.

That was what he said.

That this territorial battle was just a game, with no intention of truly harming each other.

“Is it really from Carmil that you received this?”

Even in this situation, the Lord of Tonbar shouted.

He must trust the young man by his side, Brando.

After all, he was the youngest of the three Immortals summoned by the Lord of Tonbar.

“Just…”

At that moment, Brando frowned and said to the Lord of Tonbar.

“Silence.”

“…!”

“If you dare utter another word in this state of mind, be it about the mission or whatever, I’ll start with you, burning you from the inside out.”

Gulp.

Brando must have given him a hard time for a few days.

Given Brando’s reaction, it was no wonder he was surprised.

But Brando, seemingly unfazed, raised two Dark Balls in his hands and approached Sein, saying,

“Are you Sein Demorus?”

“Are you Sein Demorus?”

Even at this moment, the Dark Balls floating in his hands were absorbing Brando’s magic, enhancing their destructive power.

“I heard the rumors that Carmil summoned the successor candidate of Demorus from you.”

Brando was relaxed.

“He’s said to be the first genius in Demorus’ history to receive simultaneous support from Rasiel and Dante.”

“…!”

Those who were unaware of this fact widened their eyes.

They realized that Sein in front of them was more formidable than they had thought.

“But what in the world is going on here?”

Brando’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you disregarding the rules of engagement?”

It was no secret that this was a game for the lords.

Such incidents were common, where they would enjoy themselves while gaining some benefits; there was no need to escalate matters unnecessarily.

“Hey.”

Finally, Sein spoke.

“Who do you think you are to talk to me?”

“What…?”

“What makes a mere Immortal’s trash like you think you can speak to the successor candidate of Demorus?”

Of course, Immortals also decide on successors.

But their methods were not the same as Demorus’.

“No.”

They did not share the bloodline.

“How dare a non-human creature like you speak to me?”

They are created.

At that moment.

The dark ball of Brando spewed even darker flames.

“Demorus’s successor candidate, daring to cross the line…”

With a flushed face, uncertain if it was anger or embarrassment, Brando spoke.

“Regret….”

But Brando couldn’t continue his words.

Shoaa!

A tiny crack forming in the dark ball he held.

And the face of Sain right in front of his nose.

“Hey.”

The youngest in the Immortal family, the child of darkness created last.

His skills could rival a master’s.