The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

It was still unavoidable.

Those who had already gained much had to make their own choices.

“I don’t know much in detail. Just a few of us like me have helped Sis.”

“Like you.”

“I come from humble beginnings.”

It could have been a sense of camaraderie or sympathy.

Or maybe not.

“There was a connection with Sis’ mother, Lady Boha.”

“A lover?”

At Sein’s words, Indus’ face turned pale.

“She was just a childhood friend.”

“Good to hear.”

Sein replied with a faint smile.

“Even though I felt a kinship with Sis due to our shared origins, I wondered if I was mistaken.”

“….”

“Just kidding.”

At Sein’s words, Indus barely nodded.

“So, why have you come now?”

Initially, being chosen was not a pleasant thing for Sein.

From the perspective of the one making the choice, it was nothing short of challenging authority.

So Sein was trying to suppress his pride.

“I thought you were someone worth trusting, as Sis mentioned.”

“Not the most comforting words.”

Sein said.

“You chose me, but now you’ll have to prove yourself.”

He didn’t deny his situation.

In Demoras, he was still a stranger.

It’s not easy for someone with nothing to stake their life on.

“I promise to do as much for you as you do for me.”

“Thank you.”

At least he had found someone useful.

In truth, Sein was feeling a bit frustrated in Demoras.

Lack of information.

Otomeo wouldn’t dare have information about Demoras, and now every move he made was being monitored.

“I’ve found a way through one route.”

Before making an effort for that, it would be welcomed if a good source of information came to him on its own.

“…”

Indus also seemed deeply impressed by Sein’s appearance.

Due to his connection with Sis, he had helped Sis, but he didn’t think of him as a vessel to be used.

One day, when the time came, he would help Sis, but he wouldn’t cross the line, Indus thought.

But Sein was different.

“A vessel for the master.”

This person is a vessel for the master.

More than anyone, he resembled the absolute, Tejera.

If he overcomes one obstacle.

Gulp.

He might truly become the vessel.

“I know a few individuals. I will share the story with them too.”

“Not bad. Just remember.”

A route has opened.

Therefore, it is the player’s duty to maximize the benefits through it.

“The order of those who come to me will matter.”

“…!”

“When the time comes for me not to be chosen anymore, the value will drop significantly.”

“I will convey that.”

A pounding heart.

“Alright.”

Seeing Sein’s smile, Indus’s heart beat even faster.

It felt like his fading destiny was reigniting once again.

“Then give me the information.”

“Do you need something?”

“I do.”

Grinning, Sein said, “Information on the 3 Forces, all of it.”

If you’re going to tame wolves, you should know what they like and dislike.

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“Well, I guess it was going to be like this in the end.”

Sienjin, who became the captain of the 3rd Incompetence Division, muttered with a tight-lipped face.

“I was hoping for more.”

Sienjin followed Gael, the former captain, more faithfully than anyone else.

But he could endure it because his loyalty was not to Gael but to Demorus.

However, following a young, inexperienced successor in blue was an unbearable task.

It was an impossible task unless it was Tejera, the absolute authority.

Even looking back at Demorus’ history, the Incompetence Division had never just fallen in line under a successor.

One word came to mind.

‘Abandonment.’

It crossed Sienjin’s mind that Tejera, the master, might be planning to abandon the entire 3rd Incompetence Division.

But he was swayed by Roberta’s impressive performance in the previous bet.

– One favor, please.

Saint Demorus had come to him before and made a small request.

– Fetch what’s written here. As fresh as possible.

Organs of monsters or special herbs and such.

There were things that couldn’t be easily obtained even in Demorus and had to be hunted down personally for the sake of leadership.

– I will have my subordinates do it.

– No, I asked you.

Sien knew what the request implied.

To Sienjin, being the deputy commander of the Incompetence Division was more than just about being physically strong.

In his eyes, as ordered, Sien was being tamed.

He was taming them in the darkness of Amhek, and it was almost always the same.

Crushing with force.

Trampling on pride.

In the end, they were nothing, told to lick the soles of their feet.

“Should I retire?”

He thought he had reached as high as he could.

He never thought about joining a special forces or a direct combat unit under the master.

Rather than facing such a dilemma, he thought he might as well retire.

“That’s right.”

As Sien ran errands, Sienjin’s thoughts became firm.

And finally, he managed to fetch everything Sien had mentioned.

Things that ordinary people might not know, but as the 3rd Incompetence Division Commander of Demorus, they were things he could easily obtain.

“I have prepared what you desired.”

Sienjin spoke towards Sein.

“And I…”

When he was about to talk about retirement.

“Take a walk.”

Sein stepped out of the castle and started walking.

“…”

It was the last remaining hope.

A hope that arose from the sight Roberta had shown that day.

“Well, it is the end.”

It wouldn’t hurt to have some hope for once.

And he arrived there.

“What are you up to.”

Sienjin’s aura flickered ominously.

At this moment, it seemed like there was a determination to kill Sein depending on Sein’s response.

Because the place they arrived at was none other than Sienjin’s house.

“Come in. It’s humble, but…”

Sien’s words made Sienjin’s face contort even more.

“The home of a 3rd Division Commander is like this? Is Demorus being stingy?”

That couldn’t be true.

Demorus’s treatment was top-notch, even compared to the entire continent.

Especially the treatment towards the 3rd Division was at the highest level.

Living in such a shabby house in a village within Demorus’s ancestral home.

“If you feel offended…”

“Was there a shortage of money to spend?”

“…”

The door opened.

“Perhaps your grandmother is unwell?”

A flinch.

“I’m surprised. I didn’t expect such a cliché backstory.”

As the door opened and they entered, Sienjin’s grandmother was there.

She raised Sienjin, overcoming discrimination from the Eastern origins.

“I’ll fix it.”

“What did you just say?”

Chuckle.

Sein smiled and said to Sienjin.

“I’ll. Fix. It.”

Most Easterners were said to have lived as battle slaves.

Sienjin’s fate was no different.

The only stroke of luck was that he had bought Sienjin from the Demolus organization.

Sienjin was more talented than expected, leaving a significant mark despite being considered a slave.

– They’re calling from the main house.

From a slave, he rose to become the head of a district, solely due to his talent.

Upon entering Demolus, he found something he had been unable to find until now.

His own mother, whom he had lost in his childhood.

Because he inherited the filial piety and family values of the Eastern bloodline.

– I will help.

With Gail Demolus’ assistance, Sienjin found his birth mother.

However.

– It’s a pity.

The condition of the mother he found was beyond words.

Having survived as a slave for many years was an incredible feat in itself.

Plagued by various illnesses, she was not even in her right mind.

– I will help.

Gail was the one who stepped up then.

Sienjin’s birth mother, who seemed to regain her health quickly with Demolus’ support.

But.

– I’m sorry.

She had an incurable disease that not even Demolus could remedy.

Gandaric Disease.

A disease mainly afflicting slaves from the East, causing the body to decay and fall into eternal coma.

But Sienjin could not abandon his mother.

– Help me.

With Gail’s assistance, Demolus poured out a substantial sum to maintain the high salary.

– If there’s a way, I’ll find it. I will look into it.

As a result, Sienjin followed Gail like a father, dedicating his loyalty, a cliché story of such loyalty.

That was the story of Sienjin as told by Indus.

“He says he can cure her.”

Sienjin was speechless.

Hope was a terrifying thing, leading one to pin their hopes on the impossible.

The successor candidate.

A young man barely in his twenties.

“…Are you mocking me?”

Sienjin forced down the hope rising within him and spoke.

“Not long ago, you were just scraping by in the back alleys of Zone 10 Chichiron.”

He struggled to contain the profanities that wanted to burst out.

“But….”

But eventually, it exploded.

“How did you manage to fix our mother, whom even elixirs couldn’t heal!”

Shijin, who had contemplated retirement, was the reason for living for his mother alone. If something were to happen to his mother, he could comfortably consider that there would be no reason for him to continue living.

“You!”

An explosive energy emanated from Shijin’s body.

“If you truly think that way, it’s disappointing, Shijin.”

Shijin’s energy wavered at Sein’s cold voice.

“Do you really think it makes sense?”

It would break. Not with force, but with determination.

“A kid who used to roam the back alleys of District 10, swallowing Borfeo and leading the simultaneous support of Rasiel and Dante.”

Though it felt embarrassing to say aloud, it had to be done decisively.

“Becoming a successor candidate for Demorus, receiving three military units as a reward from the patriarch on my first mission… Damn.”

Sein said, swallowing the curse.

“Does it look ordinary to you?”

“….”

“Elixirs not working on you? Of course. This isn’t that kind of situation.”

“What?”

Gandarik Syndrome.

“It’s simply a case of magical flow getting tangled. Due to the different densities of Eastern and Sanctuary magic, it’s a phenomenon that occurs in those who haven’t trained in magic manipulation.”

It was one of the quests: rescuing an Easterner suffering from Gandarik Syndrome.

Naturally, the strategy was widely known and circulated.

“…Really.”

Shijin’s momentum completely vanished.

“Do you really think you can save her?”

“So what?”

Smirk.

“What will you do for me if I rescue your mother?”

“Anything.”

It was an immediate response.

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“I will give you everything I have.”

For his mother was truly everything to Shijin.

“Alright. Then let me tell you one thing.”

Sein said.

“The reason why Gandarik Syndrome manifested is because your mother is an Easterner.”

It needed to be shaken even more.

The structure known as the Engine was on the verge of collapsing completely.

“What your mother had to suffer so much for, was so that you could find her when you wanted.”

This was a secret move to shake the Engine.

And.

-…It may not be the truth.

Just a story that might be nothing more than rumors.

But what good would that do?

“It’s not a coincidence.”

“What do you mean by that…?”

“It’s Gail’s doing.”