The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Even though nobles compete among themselves to divide their power, ultimately, even the one at the very bottom was a noble.

Just like Harcom, a servant in front of him, there needed to be beings below to satisfy their self-esteem.

So.

“Good slaves for sale.”

The city’s citizens were merely slaves with better circumstances.

They might trample upon others, but in the end, they were considered the lowest in this place.

Indeed.

“Stop.”

Another inspection followed.

“Pass.”

The world that unfolded from within.

“This is insane.”

Truly, it was out of this world.

A sight smeared with all the gold and wealth of the world.

Competing to see who had a bigger house, who had a taller building, it was all haphazardly displayed.

Ironically, in terms of aesthetic unity and beauty, the area outside the inspection zone was better than inside.

-Noble City, Labor.

A city coexisting within the imperial capital, Labor.

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“He was singing so vibrantly just now, why is he so quiet?”

Sein’s puzzled voice received no response from Remi.

Gulp.

He was just drinking wine.

“Do you know how much this one costs?”

Remi chuckled as he spoke.

“It’s free.”

Back in the lower district of Borfeo, one would have to pay 100 gold for the same wine.

The monthly tax revenue of an average lower district territory would amount to that.

“Money isn’t a concern here.”

In a world where wine like this could be free without a care.

That was the central point.

Lemi’s mansion was dazzling beyond comparison to Borfeo.

But even this must have come at some cost.

“I never imagined a world like this.”

He heard stories.

So he dreamed.

But experiencing it was something else.

“I regret it.”

Sain reclined on the sofa, raising a wine glass to his lips.

“Why? Want to go back?”

“Want to go back?”

Lemi, who had been expressionless, cracked a faint smile.

“It’s just regretting not coming sooner.”

Chuckling.

Only then did Sain smile too.

“That’s right.”

If he had been overwhelmed by disappointment at the existence of such a crazy world, Sain would have regretted it.

Yet, Sain chose to be human.

Because he saw the potential.

“Sain Demorus.”

Lemi calling Sain’s name. It was the same in Borfeo, but the current feeling was different.

Back then, it might have been a forced word to not seem condescending, but now she seemed to feel her position was somewhat similar to Sain’s.

It wouldn’t be wrong.

That’s what nobility in the center was like.

“Do you know what I can’t stand?”

“Don’t beat around the bush. I don’t want to hear it.”

“The fact that I was just a mere monkey!”

Ugh.

Sain covered one ear with his finger.

“I just called you here to see the monkey from the 8th district who dared to imprison a Demorus.”

Is this a drinking game?

It didn’t seem like that in Borfeo.

Thud!

Lemi slammed the table hard.

“That hurts.”

Once the sightseeing was over, all that remained was indifference. They could let you pass through the center, but that was it.”

It was clear that something was wrong.

Looking at how his voice had sunk.

“They just smile, crack jokes to impress them.”

Beyond that.

“They’re no different from the slaves with good fortunes.”

Even among the nobles, there was a hierarchy.

Those beneath were just another set of slaves with good fortunes, as Remy had put it.

More slaves, each one higher than the next.

“What can you do.”

“It’s my fortune.”

Borfeo had sorted out everything and come to the center.

The money given to the nobles for maintaining dignity in the center was more than Borfeo’s annual tax revenue.

“I emptied my entire fortune to hire you this time. I’ll have to tighten my belt now. But still, I’m lucky. Wine is free. Just drinking this should keep me alive, right?”

On and on.

If it’s not the alcohol, then it must be this city that’s the problem.

“The market is not good. Not good.”

“What you desire is surely more than just that, Saint Demorus.”

Remy’s gaze.

In one corner of it, what she knew had emerged.

No, she had been obsessed with it from the start.

“Make me the protagonist.”

Madness.

“How dare the monkey from Zone 8, who dared to confront Demorus, bring her as his escort and partner to the party. To show that I am more valuable than those old, decrepit monsters think….”

Remy said.

“You are the proof of that.”

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Since Sanctuary was an extremely realistic game, it caused a syndrome.

However, even in such a realistic Sanctuary, there were flaws.

-Why are the nobles like that?

-Oh, damn. Couldn’t hold back, killed someone, now there’s a bounty on my head.

The nobles in the game set in the medieval era.

People found them so unrealistic that it created a sense of alienation.

However.

-What nonsense. It’s authentic.

They knew one thing but not the other.

-They probably did more in reality.

-That’s nonsense, how can a human do that.

– Watch TV.

When I think about it.

– Ah. That’s right.

There was no difference in reality.

Just the thought of being exposed to the public made me nauseous, so how much worse would it be to delve into their private lives and innermost thoughts.

That’s how humans were.

That’s how power was.

It was surreal.

– It’s so brutally realistic.

It was an incredibly realistic game.

If it was like that back then, what about now?

One thing was certain, if she was anything like Remi Borfeo, she would belong to the very kind side of the aristocrats in this crazy world.

– Gladly.

Seine replied to Remi like that.

With her own stakes deeply rooted in the center, she had nothing to lose if she climbed higher.

She was burning with ambition but at the same time, she was a woman with a keen sense of reality.

It wouldn’t be easy for someone like her to betray herself.

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“When will I come out at all!”

If she had received a substantial mission fee, it was only right to oblige.

Outside, Remi urged Seine.

“You’re going to be late at this rate!”

Today was the day of the mission.

It was the day she would attend the party of the central nobles.

“You’re not going to run away, are you?”

At that moment.

Creak.

The door opened, and Seine emerged.

“You should consider cutting back on the alcohol.”

“….”

“Otherwise, I might just kill you.”

Remi looked up, and Seine looked down.

Seine had attended a few parties in the last chapter, but back then, there was no need for formalities.

But this was also Seine’s debutante ball.

The moment when Seine Demorus, a presence in the center, revealed her true self.

“…. You.”

In the silence, Remi struggled to speak.

“Are you Seine Demorus?”

Remi hesitated, taking a step back.

Her words carried a sincerity that left no room for doubt.

“… That’s impossible.”

Sein’s appearance was usually remarkable.

Close to white hair, tall stature, broad shoulders, and a robust body.

However, always roughly running his hand through his hair with fierceness and madness, his appearance was simultaneously decadent and repulsive.

But now.

“Are you drunk?”

Sein’s appearance was truly a fantasy in itself.

Neatly combing his snowy white hair, tidying up his unkempt skin.

Instead of battle-appropriate gear or uncomfortable attire, he wore a tuxedo that Remi had purchased at a high price.

Sein’s physique, face, and aura were not concealed even by the tuxedo.

“What… were you a noble?”

“I didn’t know? I’m a Demorus.”

“Ah….”

Somehow it made sense.

Remi was still staring blankly at Sein.

Sein instinctively approached her.

“Uh… uh….”

Unknowingly, Remi took a step back.

Stumble!

Her foot slipped, and she staggered.

At the moment Remi was about to fall ungracefully.

Whack.

Sein roughly grabbed Remi’s waist.

“Don’t annoy me. I feel like tearing everything apart, the mission and all.”

“…Will you marry me?”

Beautiful melodies were echoing through.

The room was filled with vibrant lights and golden walls, with a marble floor.

“Hahaha!”

Laughter was incessant, and each bite of their food was nothing short of luxury.

That was it.

“Is that true?”

“It is!”

It was a lavish party.

If the food consumed by them for a day was calculated, it seemed it could feed the entire 10th district for a day.

Luxury and extravagance.

“Your face has become more beautiful.”

“I applied a diluted elixir, is it noticeable?”

“You look beautiful, madam.”

They, who only knew themselves, were enjoying the party with faces full of joy.

“By the way, you’re absent.”

“Who’s there? If the Count is looking for you, you must be quite remarkable, right?”

“Haha. That’s unlikely. Just…”

Snickering.

An evident laughter.

It might seem initially eerie, like the laughter of a creature that could be unsettling.

“I’m here because that monkey boy is nowhere to be seen.”

“The monkey boy?”

“He’s around.”

The nobles who could advance to the center were limited.

A land only the chosen few from the entire continent could tread upon.

“It’s about the lunatic who locked up Demorus’ candidate in prison!”

Yet, occasionally, they would invite new blood for amusement.

“Ah, you must be referring to that Lemi or something.”

“Lady? Far from it. Anyway, she might not have lasted long.”

In any case.

Snickering.

“Perhaps he’s hanging by the neck by now?”

They couldn’t withstand the center.

Utter disregard.

Their own world.

Delving into it was a feat beyond ordinary abilities.

No matter how rural or provincial, a lord was still a lord.

Once they arrived in the center, those who had ruled like kings among their knights and subjects faced nothing but great adversity.

Some who couldn’t bear the noble’s plight tried to escape.

But soon, they couldn’t even flee to Poriche.

A gleam.

The city’s gleaming gold and immense wealth.

Themselves.

“Still managed quite a while, didn’t you?”

They couldn’t accept the fact of being mere villagers.

Thus, staying in the center and enduring, they would inevitably lose their minds.

It was one of the amusements for the nobles in the center.

“How long did you last?”

“About a month, I suppose…”

Suddenly, a man raised his hand.

“Are there any fainting souls here? Looks like the monkey is exhausted and about to collapse! Our victory!”