The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 55

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 55

“Come back later.”

“A guest? Who is it?”

The Rasiel member raised the question about the guest.

Few were worthy of such attention.

“The headquarters?”

Was the guest from Demoras?

Or perhaps…

It was time for Sein to carefully consider the guest’s identity.

Creak.

The door to the master’s room began to open slowly.

“…….”

Sein’s eyes sank.

Gulp.

Beside him, Vallak swallowed nervously.

Alman, with an appearance more of a scholar or politician than a warrior, was the complete opposite.

A warrior, a fighter, through and through.

The appearance itself evoked that.

The numerous scars on his face made one wonder what kind of life he had lived.

“So, you must be Sein.”

The man directed his question at Sein.

“That’s right. And you are?”

“Quite the arrogant one.”

Indeed, his demeanor reflected that.

Unlike Alman, who calculated various strategies to gauge his opponent, this man expressed his displeasure directly.

“Is Alman putting his trust in a guy like this?”

The man who casually called Alman, also Rasiel’s master.

“He must be capable. Stop meddling in others’ affairs and step aside, will you?”

“You.”

It was the moment when the man twisted his face, trying to assert his dominance.

“Stop your useless antics and make way. Rohan.”

Rohan.

“…!”

Valac seemed to recognize that name.

No, Sain felt the same way.

‘This man.’

Information about Demorus.

Sain, who had gathered information about the current world in his head.

The name Rohan.

‘Rohan Demorus.’

Guilds under Demorus, known as the Three Great Organizations.

Apart from Rasiel, another of the Three Great Organizations…

“Oh my. A giant, indeed.”

It was Dante, the guild leader.

“Sain Demorus, you should watch your arrogance. Unlike me, Rohan isn’t so merciful.”

A voice came from inside.

“Understood! Uncle!”

Unlike his usual self, Sain passed by Rohan with a cheerful voice.

In an instant, Rohan and Sain’s shoulders touched.

“….”

Rohan hesitated for a moment.

“Still, seems like a skilled guy.”

Muttering to himself unheard by anyone, Rohan passed by.

Sain entered the master’s room.

“….”

Facing him was Alman with a bland expression.

“Un…cle?”

“If you look at the bloodline, isn’t it so? Seems thicker than water.”

Alman with a bewildered face.

“Hehehe.”

He let out a small chuckle.

“Indeed, Sain Demorus, you’re an interesting one. Right. You’re here because of the return report, right? Did you rest well?”

“Thanks to you.”

“I suppose.”

Certainly, a smile spread across Alman’s face.

However, it felt more terrifying than anything Seyne had ever seen.

“Seyne Demorus, this is the last chance.”

“….”

“They say your vacation in Contrà was your final opportunity.”

Ignoring Rasier’s information seemed unwise.

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– Don’t even think there will be another chance next time. You’ve already gone beyond the authority of a candidate.

Alman, who had so far just let Seyne be.

He issued a stern warning.

“Whether you like it or not.”

Before the mumbling Seyne, the candidates were gathered.

“Tell Balac about any updates in my absence. And from now on, report to him for missions…”

Thud.

Today, Cessil was also present in this gathering.

“Just tell this little one here.”

“What…?”

The candidates grimaced.

Candidates who were forced into loyalty through magical contracts.

They had no choice but to follow Seyne, but they didn’t have much complaint.

Seyne had already proven his skills and was recognized by all the candidates.

But not Balac or Cessil.

Especially not Cessil.

“… Seyne, this doesn’t seem right.”

However, they were also owners of the name Demorus.

It seemed uncomfortable to report to Seyne like he was some girl of unknown origin.

“Oh, don’t misunderstand. If you say so, I’ll do it. It’s just a matter of respect…”

As they had all experienced Seyne by now, the candidates took a step back.

“No.”

Seyne said, his jaw clenched.

“It’s a reasonable request.”

“R-really?”

“If you don’t mind your pride being hurt, that is?”

“…?”

The candidates felt something was amiss.

But it was too late.

“The five of you. Face off with Balac.”

“….!”

“And you five…”

Snick.

“Going against this little one.”

“?!!”

Silence descended.

It was possible for Valac.

After all, he was a candidate.

It was a blow to one’s pride to have to face five opponents at once, but Valac’s skills were acknowledged even by the other candidates.

But Cecil…

“If this little one wins, your contracts will be terminated.”

“……..!”

The candidates widened their eyes at Sein’s words.

“But if the little one loses…”

Snick.

“Your contracts will strengthen. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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“When did this…”

The candidates who faced Valac couldn’t hide their astonishment.

While they knew Valac’s skills were exceptional among the candidates, they hadn’t thought he would defeat all five.

The other candidates, motivated by Sein, didn’t slack off in training and gained practical experience through missions, so they were confident too.

However, Valac’s transformation was truly dramatic.

“Is it over?”

Valac spoke with a heavy voice.

He looked like a dark knight protecting his lord, Sein.

“…I surrender.”

The gap in strength was too clear.

It was a role he had to acknowledge.

But.

“Insane, what’s that?”

There was something else that truly warranted surprise.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks incessantly flying.

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“Whoa…!”

The candidates were pushed back, shocked and in awe.

Swish!

Cecil, the blade and the wielder becoming one, swiftly knocked down two candidates with a single strike.

“Gah, argh.”

All they could do was groan.

The two candidates who were expelled fainted on the spot.

Only three remained.

“…….”

They simply couldn’t accept this situation.

It wasn’t a remnant of Demorus’s blood, but a child that Sein had picked up somewhere.

The candidates speculated that it was merely a ploy or Sein’s cruel sense of humor.

“This is insane….”

It was nothing of the sort.

Cecil was, in fact, superior to Valak.

Both in combat skills and in handling magic.

Kwaaah!

One could say Cecil was just as exceptional as Sein.

‘It had to be that way.’

Sein, with a smirk on one side of his mouth, gazed at this scene as if it were only natural.

He hadn’t brought Cecil along for no reason.

“Saints and holy maidens boast overwhelming power as soon as they appear.”

Players are different due to various constraints, but NPCs are distinct.

They start with tremendous privileges.

‘The holy maiden’s mark, the saint’s ring.’

Those things are connected.

And they were individuals who could only exist in that era.

The reason was simple.

“Because the previous saints and holy maidens pass everything on to the next generation.”

Power, knowledge, everything.

Sein was no exception.

Kwaaang!

By having Cecil by his side, he passed on much to her.

The only difference being.

“I don’t face any penalties.”

He was a saint yet not a saint.

The things that disappeared when passed on were easily replaced.

They were things that Galio had once handed to him.

Shrrrr.

Cecil twirled the sword around and sheathed it.

Crunch.

She took out a snack from who knows where and bit into it.

“Well, anyone dissatisfied?”

The five fallen candidates.

Their condition was much more severe than those who faced Valak.

“…….”

The answer did not come.

“What on earth is he up to?”

“What’s up. Young lady. Isn’t it? Sessil?”

A nod.

Sain rose to his feet.

“From now on, unnecessary reports will go through these two, and you will strengthen your magic contract on your own.”

“……Fine.”

Sain’s words meant he would find a way.

Candidates who eventually gave up.

“So, who knows why Dante’s Guild Master is here?”

That was the purpose of gathering the candidates today.

And then.

“I can tell you that.”

Finally, someone who knew the answer appeared among the candidates of Lashiel.

“That’s something I can tell you.”

Hailing from his homeland, Sis Demorus.

He held a wealth of advanced information through the connections he maintained back home, more than anyone else.

“Here, in this place?”

“Yes, in this place.”

Sis replied to Sain.

“Since all the candidates here are involved.”

The candidates swallowed nervously at Sis’s words.

If he was speaking to this extent, it must be something extraordinary.

“Originally selected candidates are raised by the three major organizations, evaluated to become successors.”

“Get to the point, excluding what we already know.”

Sain interrupted Sis.

“Sigh.”

Sis let out a sigh.

“It’s a candidate exchange.”

In the end, he brought up the main topic.

“A candidate exchange?”

“It’s a place where candidates from the three major organizations interact and compete.”

It made sense.

“The problem is, Lashiel is not yet ready for that.”

Sis said.

“The candidate exchange usually takes place towards the end of the candidate competition. It’s also known as….”

“A dusting-off ceremony?”

A nod.

The scene where candidates with insufficient abilities are eliminated.