The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 40

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 40

“I heard he has a cousin.”

It was inconceivable that another lord could inherit the territory without any issues.

“Though Bice was Rasiel’s domain, there were problems like a noticeable decrease in tribute recently.”

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Sys spoke quietly to Sein.

“Not from Rasiel’s combatants, but from when we were dispatched….”

“It seems it was planned from the start.”

Sein chuckled at Sys’s words.

At a time when Otomeo was not fulfilling her role properly, Sys was quite a reliable source of information.

“Or maybe.”

It could have been part of the Dark Orc’s plan.

But that was too far-fetched to mention.

While Bice was in chaos, the candidates set out on the path back to Rasiel.

The candidates who were excited about their first mission.

Only barely half of them returned alive.

Most of them, especially those exhausted from battles and poisoning, were collapsing in the carriage.

Impressive was the fact that despite that, they would snap to attention at the slightest change around them and immediately assume a battle stance.

They were rookies.

They had transformed into quite convincing combatants in just one mission.

It might have been because of the blood of Demorus.

Or perhaps due to the harsh mission.

“Relax, everyone. It’s all good.”

They didn’t know, maybe it was because of Sein.

The candidates, feeling reassured by Sein’s words, fell into a deep slumber without any further guard.

Those same individuals returned to Rasciel three days later.

“Welcome back. Candidates.”

Alman was there to greet the candidates.

“What’s this gentleman doing here with no tasks as the master of Rasciel?”

Even the crackling in Sein’s calm voice was brief.

Swish.

Alman scanned the candidates.

“I’ve heard about what happened in Vices. Suffered at the hands of those uncouth rogues.”

Nearly half of the candidates died.

And Alman knew all of that beforehand.

“Still, thanks to you, things in Vices were neatly dealt with.”

Now, not only Sein but everyone would know.

“Good job.”

There’s no warm and fuzzy academy water here.

“In a while, the next mission will come down, so rest until then.”

It’s a ruthless and cold noir world.

Swish.

Having finished speaking, Alman turned away.

Crack.

Candidates starting to clench their fists.

They must have felt a lot.

Learned a lot too.

And all of those…

Grin.

Sein, it will be beneficial for him.

“What were you expecting?”

Candidates looked at Sein upon hearing his voice.

“Our esteemed father, a sowing machine planting over hundreds of seeds, did you think you’d get special treatment?”

“….”

“Do you have any sympathy for those who are doomed?”

Sanctuary was an extremely realistic game.

Numerous lives.

Even relationships with numerous NPCs were crucial within that.

“Laughable. Those who have passed away are nothing but rotten seeds. All Demorus desires are temptingly ripe fruits.”

That experience still proves helpful.

Sachuri was truly everything to him.

“Are you upset?”

“……”

“Then it’s simple.”

Sain said with a smile.

“Just become stronger.”

The greatest power in this world.

It was quite literally the power itself.

“Everyone, come here for a moment.”

Leaving only those words behind, Sain got up first.

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Sain gained quite a lot from Byss.

He could grasp what a blessing was, how to handle the blessing planted within himself.

He honed a few more skills hunting Dark Orcs, awakened a special ability from his ring, and even obtained fragments of blessings.

Rasiel should know everything about Byss, so he must be aware of Sain’s achievements leading the candidates at the forefront and saving them.

Now, Sain would likely be the most anticipated figure among Rasiel’s candidates.

But that wasn’t all.

“Alright, is everyone here?”

In the dark night.

Most of the candidates were gathered in the training ground rarely used in Rasiel.

“Some may not be visible, but it doesn’t matter.”

At Sain’s words, the candidates gathered.

Thud.

Sain sat on a pedestal, observing the candidates.

Faces showing complex emotions.

They must have been shaken once again by Alman’s words today.

But, words aside.

“Does anyone know why I called you here?”

Such things were of no importance.

He had already given them the necessary carrots during the day.

So now.

“What’s going on?”

“When you were addicted, remember we made a contract forcibly?”

Even if he were to whip them without hesitation, they were innocent.

“……? Weren’t those contracts all annulled?”

“Why suddenly bring up that contract?”

A Forced Contract.

It was a well-known fact in the world how harsh and disastrous the consequences of a magical contract could be.

Therefore, when they were forced into the contract, it felt like the world was crumbling. But when the old man snatched the contract away, they felt as if they were saved.

Like protruding nails, they understood and protected their fellow candidates more than anyone else.

However.

“Surely not.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

They were unaware.

Unaware of what kind of person the old man was.

What determination he had.

What he intended to do.

“The contract!”

“Why do you mention the contract?”

“Has anyone seen it torn?”

A voice.

“…!”

And the room froze instantly.

All they could do was look at the old man.

Grinning.

He was smiling.

His distinctive devilish smile was hanging on the corners of his mouth.

“No?”

“Sein Demorus….”

“…Really.”

Flutter.

Something fluttered in the old man’s hand.

“That’s correct, kids.”

“…!”

The magical contract was in the old man’s hand.

Bound by dependency and commands, even their lives at stake.

“Don’t make those faces. Whether you die this way or that, death is the same, isn’t it?”

“We believed….”

“I’ll make good use of you. I’ll try to keep you alive as much as I can.”

The old man’s smile widened.

And slowly, his voice echoed.

“Kneel. You brats.”

Thud!

Sein, who had made his move.

Casually, he walked back and forth as if on a leisurely outing.

“One.”

In front of such a saint, numerous candidates stood with faces stiffened in reverence.

“I.”

“I-!”

Candidates echoing Saint’s words verbatim.

Simultaneously, they bent their arms and lowered their bodies.

“Two, Saint’s loyal dog.”

“Saint’s loyal dog-!”

Standing tall, they shouted again.

Saint repeated it several times.

“Cough…. cough….”

Exhausted candidates.

Blessed with resilient bodies, they should not tire at this level, yet beads of sweat formed on their foreheads for some unknown reason.

“Well, this should be sufficient.”

Candidates, with a tinge of disappointment at Saint’s words.

“Let’s move on to the next.”

However, as Saint continued, their faces once again turned pale.

“You, what’s your name.”

“….”

“You might not know. Are you offended?”

“Rabin….”

“Alright. Rabin.”

Saint lifted Rabin up and pointed to another candidate.

“Deal with that one.”

“What?”

“What’s your name?”

“Kamura.”

“Kamura, you’re just here to get beaten.”

“Why….”

Saint frowned.

“What about Two?”

“Saint’s loyal dog….”

They ultimately stood in place, unable to defy Saint’s words.

“Begin.”

Rabin’s fist flying.

“Oh. You won’t kill anyone with that weak hit.”

“Do I have to kill?”

“It’s just a saying. But aim to kill, do it right.”

With the following words, the force behind Rabin’s fist changed.

And.

“…….”

Even Kamura, who usually took things in stride.

But as time passed and Kamura’s wounds grew deeper.

“You… bastard….”

There were times when Lavine attempted to block his fists.

‘This is how it’s going.’

At present, Sein wasn’t tormenting the candidates without reason.

A magical contract.

It was undoubtedly a forbidden item that existed even in the conjurer era, but its effects and power might have changed over time.

Restraining magic, commanding unwanted actions, threatening lives.

‘Understanding the item’s performance is essential.’

Sein was conducting experiments to precisely control the newly acquired ten or so slaves.

‘I still need to learn a bit more and….’

It’s still insufficient.

‘Zone 6, Contrara, was it called.’

There were other things to confirm as well.

“Today’s training ends here.”

At Sein’s words, the candidates quickly stood up.

“Rest up, and come running when I call. Understood?”

“Uh, yes!”

The candidates who answered like that quickly moved in case Sein’s mind changed.

An empty training ground in no time.

Where Sein had turned around, candidates who weren’t there before were standing.

“Why, do you want to join in too?”

Feigning addiction, Sys, Roberta, and Valac, who had avoided the magical contract.

“…….”

They remained silent at Sein’s question.

“Boring.”

Sein shrugged at them and walked away.

As Sein passed by them.

“Sein Demorus.”

Finally, Sys spoke up.

“The candidate competition isn’t over yet.”

At the voice, Sein slowly turned his head.

A faint smile on his lips.

“It’s over. You fools. Want to think otherwise desperately.”

Kwoong.

Sein’s suppressed energy burst out for a moment, dominating the atmosphere.

It was incomparable to what he experienced in Rasial’s garden.

It was an intense and solid energy that couldn’t be compared to the battle in the Dark Orc Stronghold.

“…!”

The Sys party froze in astonishment at that power.

“Shall we end it here?”

Life crawled under Sein’s gaze.

However.

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Pshh.

Sein smiled and erased it all.