The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 45

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 45

“Hey, Balrak. That guy is insulting our father.”

Ssik.

“Ask him.”

Kwajijik!

Cracks began to appear in Su’s shield magic.

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“It’s worse than I thought.”

Black and white treaty.

Now that black has engulfed the world, one reason why white could survive was because they possessed what black did not.

-Magic.

The magic that serves as the foundation of this world.

Those tainted by darkness, flowing with the blood of the dark realm, were unable to use magic. It was said to be a privilege only for those with the empire’s lineage and those in the domain of white.

Thinking back, it was true.

Except for Arin’s dark magic, I had never truly witnessed magic before.

Surr, the magician.

So I had expectations.

“About Level 3.”

His power and skill were far from praiseworthy.

Sigh, sigh.

Balrak, exhaling rough breaths.

Surr lay beneath his feet.

“You guys….”

Surr’s breath was still hanging on.

“Can… I handle… this.”

Was it to survive?

Or was it simply a desire to unleash a curse?

“Hey, are you being merciful? Or is it that your leash is long?”

At Saine’s words.

Crack!

Balrak exerted force with his foot, shattering Surr’s skull.

To Balrak, who had mastered intermediate demonization, a Level 3 magician was nothing but a snack.

“…Ending with this level of pain is disappointing.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Saine waved his hand.

“You probably don’t understand the abilities you possess. From now on, Surr will live on as one with you.”

“……?”

“You might have to endure pain for a long time, so don’t worry.”

And then.

Crash!

All three agreed-upon minutes had passed.

The doors of the mansion opened, and soldiers and knights rushed in.

“My Lord!”

Parsha screamed in panic.

“Saine. What Surr said is true. This is….”

What they had caused.

“It’s not something we can easily move past.”

I leaned on Sain, and that’s why we got into this mess, but Balak knew it too.

What they had done was never something easily bearable.

Hence, the gambling.

Just blind faith.

And…

“I know too. Kid.”

A glimmer of hope.

“But listen.”

Sain approached Balak and lifted the headless body of a fallen Sur.

“I’m a far greater person than you think.”

“…?”

“Watch closely from now on.”

Sain said.

The romanticism of the weak was nothing but folly, not romanticism.

However.

“I’ll show you what it means to have power.”

Sain was confident in showing romance as romance.

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Sain and Balak, suddenly surrounded.

Fortunately, the corpse of Gropa was just a straw dummy created by Sain with the power of demons and saints.

“What are you doing!”

Parsha trembled with anger and betrayal.

“How dare you treat the lord like this!”

But Sain, who received that, was…

Stubborn.

He just shrugged indifferently as if it was bothersome.

“You!”

“If anyone moves, they die.”

At that moment, everyone’s movements ceased.

The rest sent by Rasiel through Sain.

It was a rest that wasn’t really rest, but a way for Sain to harness his energy, amplify it, and hone the new skills he had acquired.

A shudder.

Right now, in this moment, the terror caused by Sain in this space.

– Dragon Fear.

The Dragon Fear enveloped and bound them.

“Why the hell are you all acting like this.”

“…Wh… What…?”

“Took on a mission and completed it.”

Sein spoke confidently.

Though Gropha was not dead, he looked like a corpse lying there.

“You saw it too, didn’t you?”

“….”

Parsha couldn’t easily respond to Sein’s words.

Even at this moment, behind Valak, Gropha’s body seemed to exist prominently.

“The rest wasn’t part of the mission details, I simply carried out the mission as instructed.”

“But-!”

He killed Sur.

“Oh, this?”

Sein shook Sur’s body like a doll.

“I completed the mission….”

Grrrrr.

Sein’s voice rumbled low like an animal’s cry.

“What can I do when Demorus’s money was at stake.”

“What!”

Nonsense!

Parsha wanted to shout.

“Don’t deny it. I want him dead.”

“….”

But in Sein’s lively voice, Parsha could only remain silent.

“Parsha. What do you have in your hands?”

The jewels and coins meant for Sein.

“Sur, this madman tried to steal Demorus’s fee and split it with me, the evidence is right there.”

“W-what!”

In that moment.

Swoosh!

One of Parsha’s arms was severed.

Sein’s sword, which moved without warning, had cut off Parsha’s arm with a swift strike.

“I’ll say it again, you bastards.”

Soldiers and knights.

He addressed everyone gathered here.

“This is Demorus’s rightful exercise of power. If anyone dares to interfere….”

Swish.

As Sein took a stance, his aura burst out explosively.

The absolute authority that even the knights of Tanba couldn’t resist.

“You all will perish.”

With that, Sein glanced at Valak.

His eyes, expression, and posture seemed to convey this message.

-The name Demorus is spelled like this.

Even if bestowed with power, he was different from those who didn’t know how to use it.

Sain was someone who knew exactly what he possessed and how to wield that power.

Demorus was his name.

A name that held absolute sway in this world.

?Bang!?

Knights and soldiers dropped their weapons.

“Right.”

Sain finally corrected his stance.

“…this easily.”

Even Valac seemed surprised.

Thinking that he might have to face the entire territory, or perhaps even more, made himself seem pitiful.

“Not yet.”

“…?”

“You thought things would unravel so easily?”

But Sain continued to observe.

The true thing to fear wasn’t Tanba or the like.

“What’s this about, Sain Demorus.”

A figure cloaked in black was walking through the ranks of soldiers parting like a crimson sea.

One of Rasier’s military commanders, Campe.

Sain, Valac, and Rasier’s guide who came with them.

“What’s this about?”

Beside him stood another of Rasier’s military commanders, Campe, whom he had seen before.

“Now you show your face.”

Sain had already noticed Campe’s presence.

The observer who had been discreetly following them.

Because it was Campe.

“I knew you’d pull something like this, Sain Demorus.”

Campe and Sain.

The surroundings were eerily quiet as if no one else existed except them.

Daring.

“You not only failed your mission, but also killed the client?”

No one dared to intervene in their grim atmosphere.

It felt as if a storm of blades was raging.

One wrong move could result in being torn apart, a vivid image of death looming.

“You’ve tarnished the reputation of Demorus.”

Swish.

A dagger in Campe’s hand.

“Seems being a Rasier military commander isn’t just for show.”

A well-organized energy pressed against the skin like a blade.

“Level must be at least 20.”

It was still quite difficult to gauge Campe’s true ability with a seemingly significant difference.

Swoosh.

Valac tried to approach Sein, the scent of an impending battle lingering in the air.

“Asera. Stand down.”

Sein halted Valac.

“I’ve said it. The whining of the weak is mere noise.”

Although Valac had achieved intermediate demonization, he was not a match for Campe.

“And power…”

Sein’s voice sounded like a whisper.

“It’s not just about powerlessness.”

Sein looked straight at Campe.

“Any excuses? Sein Demorus.”

“There are.”

Kwaaaah!

Sein pushed aside Campe’s energy as he spoke.

Campe, momentarily startled, twitched.

“Smearing dung on Demorus’s name, that’s what you’re doing.”

“What nonsense…”

“The mission was successful.”

Having been in charge of surveillance, Campe would know.

Gropah is alive, and the body before their eyes is just a doll.

But.

“You’re the one denying Demorus’s claims.”

If you don’t acknowledge that, then so be it.

“….”

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Campe seemed to finally realize the truth now.

“Wasn’t Tanba’s lord trying to embezzle Demorus’s tribute? There should be clear evidence, right?”

It was an added layer, but originally, it went against Demorus’s rules.

Tribute is tribute.

“Sein Demorus.”

“Yeah. You bastard. I am Sein Demorus.”

Sein walked away without hesitation.

Not even drawing his sword.

“In the name of Demorus, the event was carried out….”

Face to face.

Sein and Campe locked eyes.

If they reached out, they could snap each other’s necks.

But Sein would not do so.

“Who do you think you are, huh? You’re out of your mind.”

Kampe would not yield.

“Does the powerless commander of Lasciel raise a flag in the name of Demorus?”

He is not Demorus.

Although the candidate’s position is low, this place is for external events.

It was a mission carried out in the name of Demorus.

“Do you think you can handle it?”

“……”

“You bastard. Do you think you can handle it?”

Sein grabbed Kampe’s hand holding the dagger and brought it closer to himself.

If you can stab, then stab is the intention.

A distant look.

Kampe, clenching his teeth.

Only then did a smile appear on Sein’s lips.

“Sein Demorus was right. It seems there was a mistake.”

So.

Fwoosh!