The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 50

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 50

As far as I knew, it referred to the four most famous black magicians on the continent.

One of them had long hidden his traces and refrained from external activities.

“Oh, damn. We’re screwed.”

Sein muttered with a smirk on his face.

“Finally revealing your true colors.”

Kwooong!

The magic circle’s restraint pressed down on Sein even more.

“You…”

Suddenly, a figure in a robe approached Sein’s face.

“You must confess everything. Especially about how you possess the magic of purity.”

Thud!

Once again, the strengthened magic circle finally crushed Sein’s entire body to the ground.

That’s why he couldn’t have seen it.

Snick.

The smile that crept onto Sein’s lips.

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Sein was completely restrained.

His mouth, eyes, nose, and ears.

His whole body was bound by chains of magic, and even cursed cloth was not enough.

To anyone who saw, Sein appeared more like a monster than a human.

“It will take three days for the curse to seep into your bones.”

A faint voice was seeping in like a dream.

“Until then, keep a close watch without distraction. He’s someone we know nothing about. Remember that.”

“Understood.”

The presence was fading.

“This guy possesses the magic of purity?”

The lone remaining figure muttered towards the restrained Sein.

“Nonsense. Those above must have gone senile. Ugh, things just keep getting worse.”

Even in dreams, it would be unknowable.

That Sein was sensing a presence, hearing a voice right now.

It was something entirely impossible to think of, considering the restraint Sein was under.

The fact that it was possible.

Swoosh.

Originally, a sound that wouldn’t affect Sein.

Sein possessed the heart of a demon, and the demon was the king of all curses.

Furthermore, Sein bore the ring of a saint, a collection of blessings.

To bind such a saint with a curse.

“Shouldn’t it be more divine?”

A voice was heard.

“…?”

The man tilted his head.

That can’t be true.

“Have you overdone the potion?”

No voice except his own can be heard in this place.

Yet, for some unknown reason, the man felt restrained by the saint…

…!

There was nothing.

The heavens of the curse were torn, and the chains of the curse were unshackled.

“Emergency…”

The man shouted as he tried to activate the magic circle.

Before his eyes, a face was pushed in upside down.

With feet on the ceiling, the saint bound by his arms.

And then.

Whoosh!

The very chains binding his arms were spontaneously released.

Crack!

The man’s neck was twisted at an angle it should never be.

“For now, it’s a success.”

All of this was part of the saint’s plan.

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– Sector 6… Contra…

– Arcane…

– Demon…

Information obtained by the saint.

It was acquired from Tanba, who was trying to make a magical contract.

‘Demon.’

That name couldn’t be easily brushed off.

Find the byproduct, find the one who brought it, and enter there.

What he was after wasn’t where the demon was.

Step by step.

Because the goal was to steal.

“It’s been a long time since I felt such dark magic.”

Every hair on the saint’s body seemed to stand on end.

It wasn’t due to the eerie grimness felt underground, but the pleasant exhilaration.

The upper body was exposed due to being restrained.

A peculiar pattern was drawn on his chest.

Furthermore, Seyin’s fingertips were dyed black, and the patterns extending from the dyed fingertips continued all the way to his wrists.

What was currently possessing Seyin was not a dragon’s heart.

“Haah.”

A demon’s heart.

That’s why this dark and sinister magic…

Saaa-!

It was being sucked into Seyin and giving him strength.

“Hweeii.”

Seyin whistled as if in a good mood.

“….?”

A robed figure guarding the corridor noticed Seyin and looked puzzled.

No one unauthorized could pass through here.

Especially…

“….!”

It was even more unbelievable that a white-haired man wandered around half-naked.

It wasn’t an illusion.

Hwaaah!

He immediately began channeling magic to activate the alarm spell.

“What’s the rush?”

But the magic didn’t respond.

And only then did the man realize.

Everything around him was black.

“Are you talking to me?”

Right in front of him.

“….”

Even though the white-haired man stood there, he couldn’t do anything.

It was the look of an absolute predator.

A sense of despair similar to when a human faces a giant of several meters barehanded.

“Do you know where the demons are?”

“I… do… not… know.”

Struggling to speak.

“Is that so?”

And that was it.

Pweoak!

The man’s final utterance.

The man’s head burst like a watermelon.

Sizzle.

Seyin smiled satisfied.

Sector 6, Contra.

This was another realm of the Immortal Dark Guild.

Hence, one couldn’t recklessly leap around.

“It should be fine here.”

A place where demons were imprisoned, and above all, security was tight.

That’s why, in a way, this place was…

“Now, who might know about the demons?”

Even if Seyn were to rampage as much as she pleased, it would become a prison.

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All those here were practitioners of black magic.

Black magic, with a system different from white magic.

There were some individuals of quite a high caliber as well, but…

“Don’t know?”

“I…don’t…hmm…!”

Boom!

Seyn’s opponent couldn’t stand a chance.

The heart of an awakened demon king.

“The domain of curses.”

Within Seyn’s radius, the absolute ability to neutralize those with weak magical powers was being demonstrated.

This, too, was one of the special rewards Seyn had gained from leveling up at Jumadeng.

“And you?”

“…Save me…!”

Boom!

The absolute power of black magic.

It consumed immense magical energy, a burden even for Seyn now, but here, it was manageable.

“Ugh! Ha!”

The dark magic filling the underground was supplying Seyn with endless magical power.

“Okay, okay.”

In the past, it was just a game.

Debuffs could only manifest by forcibly blocking senses or altering figures.

For example, something like a frenzy would make characters move involuntarily, causing devastation around.

However…

“This feeling.”

This place was no longer a game.

Even when feeling magic, it wasn’t like this.

The exhilaration, overflowing with a sense of becoming divine, was incomparable to any other freshness.

“Esca…pe.”

It felt like something had abruptly snapped.

A sensation of losing something that defined humans as humans.

An old memory.

[Being consumed by magic.]

I knew there were such side effects, but…

“Keehah!”

I never imagined it would be like this.

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The whole world was red.

Shyaaa!

That’s why the blood splattering on my face was the same color as the world.

The slightest hint of discomfort I felt, even the slight restraint I had imposed on myself, seemed to have shattered.

Tatatatat!

Drawing the sword was futile.

Shyaaa-!

I won’t feel the sensation of splitting flesh with my hands.

“Are you a demon?”

“What nonsense are you spouting!”

I didn’t even bother with the care I took in wielding the sword.

“Kuaaah!”

“It’s not.”

Disappointing.

“Whether demon or not. What does it matter.”

If I can’t enjoy this pleasure anymore.

Sanctuary was a game enjoyed by millions.

There were those who delved deep into the game, researching everything.

– I’ve been thinking for a while now, what does being a demon mean…

A race intertwined with slaughter and madness.

Why does a race keep repeating acts that are incomprehensible from a rational standpoint?

– Isn’t it like a virus? Their existence is solely about destruction.

Those who debated the setting of Sanctuary.

– Or perhaps they could be the vaccine.

– Sanctuary was created by humans to survive among those who destroy the world!

In a game created by humans, those who ponder and research such matters were oddly amusing.

“It suddenly occurred to me.”

Also, understanding that it’s not important at this moment.

Just.

Swoosh.

If demons live in a world like this every day, it’s only natural for them to be like this.

It must be the only way for them to feel alive.

“Hee, heehee!”

I kill, I keep killing.

This world is like a game.

Everything except oneself is an enemy to be brought down.

Shyaaa!

One life is the score.

Serk!

Another life determines one’s own worth.

“Damn it.”

The raging Saint abruptly stopped.

“This is dangerous.”

When was that moment?

Naturally, the Saint’s ring that had been suppressed emerged, driving out the devilishness that had consumed him.

Sensations and emotions that had been suppressed in a corner of his brain began to boil up.

“Ptuh!”

Blood mixed with saliva he spat out.

It seemed like even bits of his bitten tongue were mixed in.

“But it doesn’t seem like they’re all dead.”

Sein looked around.

Some of those he had toyed with seemed to still be alive and groaning.

“Live… please…”

A glimmer of hope was visible in their eyes.

Sein, who had lost his sanity, seemed to think that now that he had regained his senses, the slaughter would stop.

But.

“What are you talking about?”