The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 39

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 39

That’s why he could taste the bitterness in the food and know it was poison, and most importantly, his current body was immune to the poison.

“Amen.”

Angel’s protection.

The magic of the dragon.

The power of the demon king.

His body, imbued with all of that, was not at a level where he could withstand poison.

Especially, they had no idea that poison wouldn’t affect someone with a holy sword.

Sain scanned the candidates.

“Cease, Roberta….”

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And.

“Valac.”

They were among the candidates who were not affected by the poison.

Although they seemed to be affected by the poison, one could tell from the vigorous flow of magic and the clear pupils, though faintly glowing, that they were unaffected.

Just as Sain looked at them, they too looked at Sain.

Exchanging signals.

“You.”

Suddenly, Roland’s subordinate who had approached gave Sain a strange look.

It was because he couldn’t shake off the strange feeling no matter how hard he tried.

“Are you a bit clueless?”

And that was the worst move.

Thud!

“…!”

Roland’s subordinate would soon realize his mistake by dying.

Sain lifted the crouching figure.

“…!”

At that sight, Roland’s subordinates, Roland, and Ode all looked at Sain in great surprise.

“How… Angel’s poison…!”

“I somehow mentioned that it was poisonous.”

There was only one reason why Sain played along with this farce.

“The contract is almost over, isn’t it?”

There was no need to unnecessarily interfere with what they were about to do.

Ode and Roland, who forcibly signed magical contracts with the poisoned candidates.

Snap!

At that moment, Sain’s new form disappeared.

“It’s inevitable that a few pieces will begin.”

The magical contracts of the candidates, which had been divided and heard in Ode and Roland’s hands, were now in Sain’s hands.

“If you disobey orders, you will lose both magic and life.”

The contents specified in the contract.

Flutter.

Sain shook it and smiled.

“How long did you think this would last? Even if it’s a magical contract, unfair clauses like this won’t hold for long.”

“You!”

“Or else….”

Everyone aimed at Sain and tried to rush in, but they couldn’t.

Wooong.

The momentum emanating from Sain’s body.

It suppressed them, overwhelming even the in-laws.

Golden eyes with a glint.

– Dragon Piercer.

Enhanced abilities obtained through a special reward.

“I wonder if there’s someone who can strengthen this insane contract.”

That moment arrived.

“Kill him!”

When Roland barely escaped from Dragon Piercer and shouted, magic surged, and his subordinates regained their freedom.

Escaping from Dragon Piercer, though not perfect, was a difficult task.

“A blessing, perhaps.”

It was revealed that Roland also possessed fragments of blessings.

Roland’s subordinates charging towards Sain.

And then.

Swish!

For a moment, the sound of the air splitting reverberated.

Gradually, what unfolded was.

Pooooosh!

A fountain of blood that would cover everything.

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Those awaiting the signal.

“Screaaaam!”

Sis, Roberta, and a candidate named Valac also stormed into the chaotic scene.

“How dare you.”

Sis, from the main family, couldn’t contain his anger.

“…….”

Roberta, maintaining her cool demeanor, began to overpower Roland’s subordinates.

That Valac guy.

“Fierce.”

He was tearing through Roland’s subordinates.

He hadn’t shown his prowess even in battles with Dark Orcs, so was it a newfound growth or something he had been hiding?

Kwaaang!

Displaying exceptional combat skills, he was subduing Roland’s subordinates.

“Who are you.”

Sain looked back and forth between Ode and Roland as he spoke.

“Among the two of you, who’s the one that will strengthen this contract?”

“……”

“I will spare only one.”

As Sein’s words came to an end chillingly.

“I volunteer!”

Roland shouted.

“You, you little…!”

Odé, feeling betrayed, shouted towards Roland but it was too late.

Thud!

In the blink of an eye, a red line appeared on Odé’s neck.

Thud.

The head falling off happened just as quickly.

“T-Thank you.”

Roland still had a reason to reign over the back alleys as Vice’s long-time ruler.

His skills and wit were quite something.

Especially his ability to outsmart Odé.

“Speak.”

Sein’s voice.

“S-spare me!”

“Brother!”

“Commander-! Please spare us!”

As the slaughter of candidates, including Sis, was taking place, Sein speaks.

If they all die, you’re next in line.

Before that happens, you must spill what is desired.

“Where are they?”

Sein asked.

“In Contra!”

Contra, a small town in Zone 6.

Vice was in Zone 7, so no matter how much control he had over the back alleys, crossing zones wouldn’t be easy.

“Looks like you have someone behind you.”

Means someone is aiding Roland.

His pupils dilated at the thought.

“Who is it?”

Crack!

Sein grabbed Roland’s jaw.

“A… A…”

In agony, Roland opened his mouth.

“A…Cain…”

Cain.

That’s the name that was heard.

“M…ster….”

And in the following moment.

Boom!

Roland’s head burst like a watermelon.

“Ah, damn.”

It wasn’t Seyn’s doing.

“I only heard one name.”

The price paid for revealing forbidden information about Roland.

Seyn tried to crush the golden seal with the Dragon Piercer, but all he could do was hear one name.

In the meantime, the chaotic banquet hall faced turmoil.

As Roland and Ode perished, the subordinates kneeled, and Sis took care of the fallen candidates.

“Still….”

Seyn smiled in satisfaction.

“Unexpected turn of events.”

Another group rushed into the chaotic party hall.

As the candidates barely regained their composure and prepared for battle, Seyn raised his hand.

“We’ve seen enough of this.”

Candidates stepped back at the mention of not being enemies.

“….”

Several candidates and the intruders who rushed in stared at each other.

“Betrayal of the Roland Family confirmed.”

The intruder was Campe.

A guide from Rasyel.

“Punish them all.”

The intruders were Rasyel’s combatants.

“We surrender!”

“Please…!”

The subordinates of the Roland Family, kneeling and begging for their lives.

Swoosh!

They were instantly killed by Campe and Rasyel’s combatants.

The party was not over yet.

“There seem to be quite a few who appear to be soldiers from Vice Lord Ode.”

Soldiers of Vice Lord Ode from Byce.

And their fate as well.

“Kill them.”

Not much different from the Roland Family.

Campe swept in like a wave, swiftly cleaning up the hall.

“This is ridiculous.”

But all they did was execute those who had lost even the will to fight, so such words were inevitable.

“Is everyone okay?”

Campe asked the candidates.

“….”

Naturally, there was no gaze towards Campe that could be deemed friendly.

Yet, as if expecting even that, Campe raised the corners of his mouth.

“The lead actor was… Sein Demorus.”

Campe’s voice quietly echoed.

“Well done.”

The candidates had not yet surpassed Campe in Rasiel, so it was possible to approach Sein.

Campe seemed to want to put his hand on Sein’s shoulder, as if that was lacking as well.

Clank.

Suddenly, Campe’s hand was caught in Sein’s grip.

Their eyes met.

Rasiel’s fighters behind Campe.

Swoosh.

The candidates stood behind Sein.

Although they were in a position to compete, everyone present there had, in fact, been saved by Sein.

Even if not for that.

“If you don’t like it but still want to play a round.”

Despite watching all this unfold thanks to Ballack’s words, there was also resentment towards Campe, who had belatedly rectified the situation.

Sein and Campe.

Everything was about to begin with their voices.

“Asura. You all will die.”

The tension in Sein’s voice slightly eased.

“And we’ve already seen too much blood today.”

Sein wiped something off his face, which was Roland.

“Wise.”

Campe praised Sein’s demeanor, but.

Swoosh.

Sein turned quietly, his gaze sending Campe away.

“What are you talking about.”

And in his voice.

“You all will die.”

Unconsciously, I flinched.

‘…What.’

Rasiel’s fighters.

Among them, Campe, leading the forces of powerlessness, was one of the recognized talents in Rasiel.

And he…

‘Scared of a mere candidate?’

Not even a successor, just a candidate.

Even so, to step back at this moment when the candidate competition had just begun for Sein was a retreat.

It was as they said.

-Keep an eye on him.

The command issued by Alman, Rasiel’s master.

-Sein Demorus. He is the key figure.

-Not Sysna Roberta, you say?

The command that was incomprehensible now makes sense.

Even Alman’s smile shown at that time.

“If you understood, then leave.”

In the end, Campe completely withdrew at Sein’s voice.

“Act so arrogantly, and you’ll soon get a bloody nose.”

Protecting his last bit of pride no matter what.

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Rasiel seemed to have known Roland and Ode’s plan even before the candidates arrived.

If not, things would have unfolded before a day passed.

“I will greet the candidates.”

Not only did Roland’s successor and his faction fail to settle in the back alleys of Bice.

“What happened to Lord Bice?”