The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 41

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 41

It must be harder to erase than to create.

“Pesky brats. Why don’t you show some determination until the end?”

With those words, Sein headed back to the lodging.

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Sys might not want to admit it, but what Sein said was true.

Their first mission in Vais.

With that, the competition for Rasiel’s candidate tilted drastically.

Nearly half of them met their demise.

Among them were those who harbored animosity towards Sein.

The survivors were swayed by Sein and knelt before him.

Blaming it on the magic contract, but ultimately, it was because they saw the gap with Sein.

“What you will learn today is to concentrate magic to strengthen your body.”

After the first mission, training commenced in Rasiel.

Starting with the basics of controlling magic, as if only the survivors were the real deal.

“Choose the weapon you desire.”

Even weapon skills.

It could be said that the genuine candidate training in Rasiel had begun.

It might seem meaningless to have training after sacrificing numerous casualties for the mission.

“They’re working hard.”

It was precisely because they faced the reality of being special yet inadequate.

The fact that life could slip away at any moment.

What they needed was…

Boom!

They realized it was just strength.

“Yes, they’re putting in the effort.”

Not only the instructors but Sein himself was watching over them.

Participation in training was voluntary.

‘What, are they only teaching this stuff?’

Just in case, Sein participated for a day or two, but from his perspective, it fell far short of the standards.

He was the one who had mentored those referred to as the best in Sorcery.

“Because the rules of the game have been going on until now.”

All his teachings still functioned properly even now, far superior to Rasiel’s training.

That was how it was.

Even the most basic magic operation could yield results if from Rasiel.

“Sein Demorus. How remarkable must you be to not participate in training?”

“Wanna see?”

Sein’s.

Koong!

At least three times.

The serious level differences were in the range of five to ten times.

“… You don’t have to attend the training.”

So, all of this might be meaningless.

Or at least what had developed over time.

“You don’t learn about blessings?”

“The power of blessings lies only in Demorus’s blood. Rasiel does not teach about blessings.”

He occasionally tried to understand the basics related to blessings.

“Well, then, everyone should learn diligently.”

Each of them might be a valuable slave of their own.

Grin.

Well, if they prove more useful, they might be willing to share what they have.

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“Stop eating snacks.”

“….”

Sesil, setting down the cookie she was eating at Sein’s words.

But with an unjust and poignant expression.

“Sigh. Keep eating.”

In the end, Sein gave his permission.

As if saying, “When did this happen?” Sesil, with a pouty look, picked up the snack to eat.

“Calling her a saint.”

She was more of a fraud than a saint.

Time in Rasiel kept passing.

Rest and training time given after the first mission.

And just recently.

Knock.

Another set of missions had finally begun to be assigned to the candidates.

“Come in.”

“I-I’m back. Sein.”

The group of candidates were standing nervously in front of Sein’s door.

Seisil gestured quietly towards them and then sat behind Sein.

“I reported to Alman and came straight here.”

These were the candidates who had recently received their second mission.

Starting from the second mission, teams were assigned at Alman’s discretion, not with all the candidates.

“No one died… “

“What’s with the bandage?”

“…Listen, take off the bandage.”

“The wound won’t close properly, what should we do?”

They were reporting to Sein after Alman.

“It seems that guy was lacking in training.”

A candidate with bandages on his arms pondered Sein’s words.

Since the beginning of the recent missions.

“Go run five hundred laps around the training ground.”

“P-Please! I just got back…”

“Should I send you back out?”

“I’ll go and come back!”

Some training was happening alongside the missions.

“No special information, and it seems Borfeo doesn’t have any major issues.”

And they were given a few tasks before leaving for their missions.

“A letter from Antara.”

Finally.

“You said you sent us from the mission site. If it wasn’t for Sein Demorus, things could have gone wrong.”

Even mentioning honor.

“When reporting to Alman, I made sure to mention your name.”

“Well done. You have two days of rest.”

“T-Thank you!”

“Ah, darn. I should have reported.”

Indeed.

*Click.*

The factory was running smoothly on its own.

Sein was simply passing time with Seisil, not doing anything.

But the candidates who received their missions were enhancing Sein’s honor and reputation, contributing to their own achievements.

The candidates who had left after receiving different missions in Lasiel would likely be the same.

“I thought I was done for.”

As time passed, Sein’s position and public standing would only become more solidified.

“Go on.”

“Thank you!”

*Knock knock.*

The echoing sound of knocking.

After that, some candidates who returned from their missions were reporting to Alman and were on their way back to report to Sein.

Sein, who was the Prince and Emperor of the once mighty Empire Archipald.

Exhausting.

Handling such matters was nothing more than a snack.

Nonchalantly.

Seisil looked at Sein as if he was a curious sight.

“You seem like you’re going to get annoyed soon too.”

A letter from Antara.

It indicated that a faction within the organization had noticed Seisil’s presence and was beginning to move.

Despite Antara’s efforts to block information and Seisil being in Lasiel, there might not be immediate trouble, but it was a warning to be cautious.

“Don’t just snack on cookies, do your job well too.”

Nod, nod.

Having roughly finished his tasks, Sein was about to collapse back onto the bed.

Knock, knock.

“Oh, bothersome. Who is it now?”

But this time, the door opened without permission.

“It’s Alman’s summons. Sein Demorus.”

“I’ve heard of your impressive performance.”

Alman smiled warmly as he spoke to Sein.

“The candidates report to me and then rush straight to you?”

This is Lasiel.

Naturally, Alman’s eyes and ears were everywhere.

Candidates may be cautious in their own ways, but they couldn’t avoid Alman’s gaze, and Sein wasn’t particularly cautious about it either.

“I made a magic contract.”

In an instant, a spark lit up in Alman’s eyes.

“Do you know it’s a violation of the rules?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, just stumbled upon a written magic contract. Are there separate rules for loot?”

Sein muttered, whether informally or to himself.

Chuckle.

Finally, Alman smiled warmly and wiped away the spark.

“Fair point. Loot must be respected. Seems I forgot that Seisil, that child, is also your loot.”

It was a threat.

Sein may be looking after Seisil under Lasiel’s protection, but that could change at any moment.

“I don’t have much affection for loot.”

Sein’s words dismissed any threats.

With that, the tiresome exchange came to an end.

Or rather, the final one.

“If you wait a bit, it seems the candidates will come to me first.”

Sein drove in another wedge.

The members of Rasiel’s organization standing beside him twitched uncomfortably, but not a single one of them dared to speak up.

“More impressive than I thought.”

What Sein found impressive was exactly that.

Rasiel’s members didn’t hesitate because they were afraid of Sein, but because they were afraid of Alman.

“So, why summon us?”

“A mission request.”

Sein’s eyes narrowed.

“Impressive indeed. Mission requests are not typically given to rookie candidates. Receiving a mission request this quickly is…”

Alman raised a finger, counting.

“Thirty-second, I believe.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“No, it is.”

And then, it happened.

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on Alman’s door and entered.

With a sturdy build, not as massive as Boba Demorus, but agile and well-built, it was Velak Demorus.

“You called for me.”

“Yes.”

“What’s the matter?”

“A mission request.”

Sein frowned slightly.

Satisfied with his prank, Alman smiled.

“A joint mission for the two of you.”

“We will comply.”

Velak said, unable to avoid Rasiel’s mission.

Swiftly, it was clear that Sein was on their minds.

The candidate competition was already leaning in favor of Velak and Sis, Roberta not yet ready to give up on becoming a candidate for Rasiel.

“Summoned together for a mission.”

Sein muttered to himself.

“The mission is assassination.”

Nothing unusual.

In the underworld, everything that paid was fair game.

There are specialized areas as a third-generation organization, but ultimately, it was the dark organizations of the underworld that received all the guild’s requests.

“The location is Tanba in the 7th district.”

However, Alman’s voice followed.

“…!”

Balrak’s eyes widened.

‘Tanba…’

Sein alternated his gaze between Balrak and Alman for a moment.

“The assassination target is known as Gropha.”

Thud.

Blood dripped from Balrak’s clenched fist.

‘There seems to be something.’

He had simply thought it was just a mission assignment, but there seemed to be something more.

The underworld was a world that did not exist in the past.

Sein, slowly getting accustomed to the new world.

“Sein Demorus.”

All of this was an experience, a process of adapting to the new world.

“You are the second.”

Alman’s voice, full of unknown.

“You will come to know what makes you different.”

With those words, the scroll of the summoner fell.

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This mission was for Sein and Balrak.

A mission consisting of the two of them.

“I will be waiting here, so just return after completing the mission.”

The organization member Rasiel, serving as a guide, was waiting at the portal.

Sein and Balrak were left alone.

‘You are the second.’

The meaning of Alman’s words would be understood later.

-There are many reasons for the assignment, but among them, the biggest reason is…

While setting himself against her, Cys easily shared information.

-Because I consider you a strong candidate.

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Cys was not foolishly kindhearted.

-Over thirty people have received assignments since the first mission in Demorus. However, it was decided that you were already a candidate from that point, and you are the second to receive the assignment.

The meaning of the second as Alman said.

And the first was the current head.

Then what could all those assignments mean?

Sein seemed to know without Cys saying it.

‘The connections formed while living until the candidates realize they are Demorus.’