The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 34

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 34

Sein had originally tried to create passive skills, but had given up upon realizing the absurd amount of magic power required.

When the conditions were met, he had completed one in Rasiel, prepared from Antara.

“The tutorial is over.”

From now on, it’s the real deal.

“Didn’t they say Almani?”

Almani Demorus.

“He was a monster.”

Perhaps similar to Arin.

He found more than he thought, but it’s still not enough.

He should be.

No, more than in the past.

“The strongest.”

Because he has to become the strongest.

“Are you going to get some snacks?”

As Cecil got up to leave the room, Sein spoke.

“Get mine too on your way back.”

A nod.

Just as Cecil was about to open the door, tilting his head.

“No, there’s no need for that.”

Creak.

Sein’s door naturally opened.

A visitor.

“It’s time to gather the candidates. Sein Demorus.”

A member of Rasiel’s organization spoke through the open door.

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Like the day Sein set foot in Rasiel, candidates were gathered in Rasiel’s garden.

However, the same freedom and arrogance from that day were nowhere to be found.

– Summoning.

This moment everyone had been waiting for.

“So, this is the beginning, right?”

It was the start of the candidates’ competition.

“Finally.”

“I heard the competition has already begun in other organizations.”

“Are we the last ones?”

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They had heard rumors that the other three major organizations had already started their candidate competitions.

It was unsettling.

Though for now, it was just the candidate competition within Rasiel.

“In the end, we’ll have to compete with the candidates from the other organizations as well.”

Demorus.

They were already late to stand at the pinnacle of that name, so it was inevitable to be concerned.

“They say we have to carry out a mission.”

“What kind of mission?”

The candidates were discussing.

But even then, their eyes were focused in one direction.

*Sigh.*

Sein standing alone without forming any group.

Time had passed, yet the first encounter with Sein remained deep in their minds.

“Should we form a team?”

“Perhaps all the candidates should compete.”

“Either way is fine.”

In that manner, trying to be conscious yet unconscious.

Pshh.

A hollow laugh escaped Sain.

“Well, they’re just kids.”

About twenty or so candidates.

Most of them had only recently realized what Demorus was.

But among them, there were some noticeable ones.

“Sis.”

Sis.

“Did you say Roberto?”

Calm, yet exuding a refined energy, they seemed different from the other candidates.

“Those guys.”

I already knew.

“The main house guys.”

While Demorus’s owner scattered seeds across the continent, they also planted them in my backyard.

Success stories who had been recognized as Demorus’s children from a young age, receiving education and support.

“There’s one from the main house, Sis.”

“Huh?”

Sain turned his head at the sudden voice.

Standing there was a rather handsome young man.

“Roberta is from Zone 6. It’s rare for a main house to come to Rasciel in the first place.”

“What are you?”

“Me?”

With a sheepish expression, and even a thick face.

The guy introduced himself like this.

“Tain. I come from the lowest level like you. Not Zone 10, but Zone 9.”

“What’s your point?”

“Just.”

Tain said with a smile.

“I think sticking with you increases my chances.”

“Chances?”

In response to Sain’s words, Tain replied.

“Yeah. Survival chances.”

“This guy’s a pain in the neck.”

Sain smiled, seemingly pleased.

And then.

“Thanks for gathering, everyone.”

Almani had arrived.

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“Starting today, the candidate competition begins.”

Alman stood on the platform.

And the candidates who listened to his voice.

Alman scanned each of them and said, “You will receive a mission and must resolve it.”

Even if it’s not a game, it seems the foundation of the world is inevitable.

“Feels like a game.”

Not bad.

It was a method familiar above all to the Saints.

“By completing the mission, you must prove that you are the talent needed by Demorus.”

Alman continued speaking.

“And based on that evaluation…”

Alman seemed amiable.

“Your fate will be decided.”

But he was also Demorus.

The leader of the three major organizations in Demorus, the darkest of the dark.

Just like themselves.

‘The survivor of the candidate competition.’

That would be the proof of the name Demorus.

“Any questions?”

Someone raised their hand at Alman’s question.

“Who decides the best among us?”

“I do.”

A bold statement.

Yet, no one questioned it.

Seemingly satisfied, Alman added a remark.

“But someone might come forward to prove my judgment wrong. For instance, if external evaluations are overwhelmingly different.”

“Oh.”

“What about the difficulty of the mission?”

Alman smiled in his peculiar way.

“I decide that too.”

“…”

In contrast to earlier, the candidates’ expressions darkened.

They sensed the hidden meaning behind Alman’s words.

“So, if the guild leader wishes, we could all perish.”

By deploying for missions of absurd difficulty that could lead to complete annihilation.

By sending only the necessary individuals on suicide missions.

Alman.

“You wouldn’t do that now, would you?”

Asserting his absolute control over everyone’s life and death.

“Idiots.”

Sein said, cupping his ear.

“If you were going to kill us from the start, why bother with all this trouble?”

It was a voice that seemed to be telling all the candidates to listen.

“Just by moving a finger, half of you would be gone.”

“……”

“So.”

There was no desire to endure any more pointless questions and answers.

Inadequacy.

‘I need to level up.’

The inadequacies Sein was feeling.

‘I need to create passive skills, gather the rest…, find equipment materials.’

For that purpose, his days in Lasel were nothing short of a bliss.

“What’s the mission?”

To the point.

Only now did the silence come.

Just being tense, everyone was actually waiting for it.

“You’re an impatient one.”

He smirked.

“Fine. I’ll give you your first mission.”

Beginning.

“All of you will participate in this mission.”

“All of us?”

“What kind of mission is it….”

The momentary relaxation was short-lived.

At the mention of everyone participating in the mission, a sense of foreboding seemed to arise from before.

“Don’t worry. I’ve chosen a mission difficulty level that you can handle.”

Thud!

Energy surged from Alman’s body as he flicked his finger downwards.

“You will exterminate the Dark Orc Stronghold.”

He smirked.

And Sein smiled too.

Extermination of Dark Orcs.

That was the true nature of the first mission assigned to the candidates of Demorus.

It was known that Orcs were hunted by low-level players in the Sanctuary.

Sein had also leveled up by exterminating an Orc stronghold on his way here.

“You shouldn’t think of Dark Orcs as the same as regular Orcs.” He said there was a significant difference between those Dark Orcs and the regular ones.

“It’s safe to say that those swallowed by darkness have changed their kind.”

One talkative candidate.

By the sound of it, he seemed to have come from an area where monster hunting was lively.

He made a living by hunting monsters until he found out he had Demonus blood.

That’s why he was quite sturdy and had sharp eyes that left an impression.

But what caught Sein’s attention wasn’t that kind of candidate.

“It’s that place.”

An area known for having many monsters.

I should remember that.

“Especially because Dark Orcs are terrifying for forming groups despite belonging to the darkness faction.”

The candidate was showing off his knowledge to the gathered candidates.

“With a tough faction like the dark ones gathering, the difficulty level of subjugation will skyrocket.”

Other candidates were listening attentively to his words.

A candidate with little experience in monster hunting.

A candidate not accustomed to fighting from the start.

Or like Sein.

“Forget about groups and nonsense like that, are they strong?”

Even candidates who were interested in monsters themselves.

“Are Dark Orcs strong? Pista.”

The candidate explaining about monsters seemed to be named Pista.

“As you know, the darkness faction achieves overwhelming physical abilities. On top of that, they have mastered the unique combat skills of orcs.”

Pista said.

“Most of all, what makes the dark faction the most terrifying is… the ability to use blessings.”

“…” Sein also showed interest.

Blessings were something even Sein himself was not familiar with.

A piece of it was passed down from Boba to Sein, sleeping inside him.

“There are various types of blessings, but Dark Orcs are said to be able to use… ‘Aura.’”

“Aura?”

The candidates buzzed with excitement.

“It’s rumored that only high-level warriors can use it. I’ve only heard about it myself. The darkness faction is not something ordinary monster hunters can face.”

“What, was this guy babbling about something he didn’t even see?” “But still, we heard the story.”

A restless atmosphere.

Sein’s commentary, observing everything, was.

“Ugh, idiots.”

That was it.

“Demorus’s future looks dark, indeed, dark.”

They weren’t twelve-year-old kids, but adults in their early twenties gathering to have such a conversation.

Seeing the candidates turn their gazes away while expressing discomfort at Sein’s muttered words.

“Tsk.” Sein clicked his tongue at their behavior.

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

Someone approached and started talking.

Looking at the face, it was someone familiar.

‘Was it Sis?’

A guy from the main family.

“There are many who lived ordinary lives before awakening their powers.”

Sis naturally took a seat next to Sein and spoke.

“They weren’t all born with a silver spoon like you.”

“What makes you talk as if you know everything?”

“I did some investigation.”

Sein glanced at Sis.

“The crazy one from Chichiron, the new master of Borfeo, the hidden talent of Antara.”

“You confidently mention the investigation.” “Do you forget where you are?”

Sis said.