The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 72

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 72

Black hair like jet-black obsidian, black eyes, and a demeanor that exuded the gravity of middle age yet concealed his true age with a refined appearance and the solid muscles visible even under his clothes.

“Sein Demorus, I permit you to become Demorus’s final successor candidate.”

Everything about Demorus.

It could only happen with Tezera’s consent.

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“Uweaek!”

Sein, stepping outside the capital, couldn’t hold back the urge to vomit.

He expelled not only the steak he had just eaten but also the snacks he had enjoyed last night before finally catching his breath.

Roberta fainted as soon as they left the capital and was carried to the infirmary.

“…Insane.”

It was beyond expectation.

As one of the absolute rulers encompassing the current world, he had thought he would be a monster by nature.

However.

‘Tezera Demorus.’

The master of Demorus was truly beyond imagination.

“Really….”

Wiping his mouth, Sein muttered.

“It’s a whole different world.”

He had to once again acknowledge that the world had changed completely beyond what he could have imagined in his past conjectures.

Sein wrinkled his brow as the bile rose in his throat once more.

“I expected more as the first candidate to win the support of both Rasiel and Dante.”

Approaching footsteps and a voice.

“It’s less than I imagined.”

The face was familiar.

One of the four at the bottom of the table where the head sat.

“Sneaking around to vomit in secret, huh.”

With a skeletal face and a body reminiscent of a snake, he was a guy who exuded a bad vibe even in his eyes.

“Are you getting senile like Almani and Rohan?”

He sneered at the struggling Sein.

“To think I supported someone like you.”

“…….”

“I mean…”

It was when the lad was about to utter more words.

“Uwek!”

Sein poured out everything that came out of the lad’s mouth in front of him.

“Uh, uh….”

It seemed like a situation even the lad hadn’t anticipated, as he stammered in bewilderment.

“Waek!”

“This, this rascal!”

Although the lad tried to break free, Sein grabbed his shoulders and emptied everything out.

“Ha…. Now I can survive.”

Sein’s voice, as if barely taking a breath, flowed out.

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“You son of a b*tch, I barely held it in, but because of your bad breath, I spilled it out again.”

“What…?”

Bewilderment, followed by the inevitable.

“You b*stard!”

Anger.

The lad with a snake-like face pushed Sein away and vented his rage.

“B*stard? Did you just compare our father to a dog?”

Even in Rasiel, that wouldn’t be tolerated.

“Well, I mean….”

It wouldn’t fly in Demorus either.

“Father! Are you still there! This lunatic just called our father a dog…!”

Sein dodged the flying punch with his mouth shut.

“…that’s what I said.”

As Sein finished speaking, a drop of blood formed on his cheek.

The seemingly random punch from the lad pierced through Sein’s magical barrier and left a wound.

“Why? Was I wrong?”

“Eeek!”

The lad’s furious energy began to pour out even more.

“I was curious but didn’t confirm.”

However, Sein facing this was unfazed to an extreme degree.

“What would happen if I killed you here?”

It was different from before.

Roar!

Sein’s magic, mixed with genuine intent to harm, instantly ensnared the lad with a snake-like face.

“…Ugh!”

Startled, trying belatedly to free himself from the binding, it was too late.

Umph.

Sein’s magic-infused palm was touching the lad’s neck.

Just a little more here, if he moved his hand, it would be over.

But he couldn’t.

Thud!

Taut strings were wrapped around Sein’s hands.

“I will give you the answer. Sein.”

The thin threads enveloping Sein’s body were not ordinary.

They were crafted from thinly drawn mithril, an item that only master blacksmiths could create.

“I will give you the answer. Sein.”

Sein looked at the owner of the voice with narrow eyes.

Men wearing white masks.

‘Delran.’

They were the guardians of Demorus, protecting his lineage and followers.

“Well, I was curious. Tell me.”

“If the successor candidate Sein kills the candidate for Jugar, it’s a death sentence.”

Huh.

Sein let out a bitter laugh.

“Handling candidates’ lives like flies?”

“Because candidates and successor candidates are different.”

The voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Swoosh.

The silver threads enveloping Sein began to loosen.

Sein thought he would stop here upon learning the price.

“…!”

But Sein wouldn’t stop here.

Whoosh!

Blood sprayed like a fountain.

“Aargh!”

Jugar, in pain, screamed.

“Now you look worthy of attention.”

A straight scar cut across his vile snake face.

“Faces like yours should look more sinister by nature.”

“You bastard!”

Jugar, emanating a strong aura, unleashed all his power.

“You’re too harsh on someone who gave you a free facelift. But…”

Grind.

Sein smiled.

“Are you okay?”

Jugar tried to strike Sein down in one blow but couldn’t achieve his goal.

Jugar stood frozen, his fist poised mid-strike.

“You heard earlier, right? It’s a death sentence.”

Silver threads wrapped around Jugar, Delran’s guards held a dagger to Jugar’s throat.

“Shall I kill him?”

“…Sein.”

Sein turned his gaze away from Jargar, who was forcibly suppressing his anger.

There, people dressed in a mix of black and gold garments were watching the scene.

No.

‘They must be aware.’

From the start, it must have been their doing.

Testing Sein through the easiest to excite and manipulate Jargar.

Just as Sein was testing the boundaries of Demorus’s law and the power of the Ga’ju, they too must have been testing Sein’s temperament and skills.

“You must be tired of these tests.”

He spoke not to Jargar but to the others.

“Next time, instead of sending this fool, come yourself. I’m curious about Demorus’s execution methods.”

Sein stepped back.

Then Delando began to release Jargar’s restraints.

Shrrrr…

The moment when Eunsa lost strength and became feeble.

Kwaaang!

Jargar flew towards Sein like a bullet.

If killing was forbidden.

“You should suffer the same fate!”

Thinking it would be permissible if done in the same manner as Sein.

Parrer.

But Jargar’s purpose was once again unfulfilled.

This time, it wasn’t Delan.

“You thought I’d just stand there and take it?”

Sein reached out a hand, clutching Jargar’s outstretched left arm.

“Aaargh!”

An arm that did not even flinch.

When Sein slowly let go of that hand.

“Pathetic bunch from the main house.”

Sein’s handprint was clearly visible on Jargar’s left arm.

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“A pleasure to meet you for the first time, Sein. I am Ferio, your valet.”

Several individuals stood politely before Sein, introducing themselves.

“We will do our best to serve you, Sein.”

Their mechanical voices belonged to the servants assigned to Sein by Demorus.

“Sein.”

Roberta spoke to Sein.

“I think it would be best to send them back.”

“Why?”

“….”

Roberta approached slowly and whispered.

“They will be the eyes and ears of Demorus.”

After several clashes in the training ground, Roberta seemed to realize what her hometown was like.

Connected by blood but no different from others, a place akin to a battlefield where others might fare better.

“Perhaps later…”

As Roberta, who had taken on the role of Seyn’s bodyguard, prepared herself meticulously.

“Welcome.”

However, Seyn ignored her words and extended his arms towards the servants.

“I will serve you sincerely.”

“Seyn.”

Roberta, looking concerned.

“It seems you have much more to learn.”

“….?”

“Do you think they will disappear just because Demorus’s eyes and ears send them back?”

Unlikely.

“They are under the disguise of the monster Demorus. It will be futile no matter what you do.”

“I know that. But…”

The story was about being more cautious.

“Avoiding danger isn’t everything. Be diligent.”

An annoying fellow. However, Seyn decided to endure the annoyance knowing Roberta’s potential and her aspirations.

“Diligent?”

“We must make use of it.”

Roberta seemed completely puzzled.

“You have strength, but your mind is the issue. Consider dyeing it.”

Despite grumbling unpleasantly, Roberta nodded her head.

Having witnessed and understood the meaning behind everything Seyn had done so far.

“I will observe and learn.”

“Understood?”

Seyn addressed the servants.

“If my bodyguard suspects you.”

“No need to worry. As we are your servants, Sir Seyn…”

“Let’s not waste words on each other.”

Seyn said with a broad smile.

“Do your job, just remember there will be a price for your actions someday.”

A slight warning, and they would understand.

“We will keep it in mind.”

Indeed, like true servants of Demorus, they were quick-witted.

“I will explain the overall aspects of Demorus’s life to the Lord.”

Lady Han, Ferio said politely.

“As you are a successor candidate, you have the authority to establish a faction within Demorus.”

“A faction?”

“It can be used for any purpose, but it must be composed of members from the main house.”

The Lord’s eyes narrowed.

He understood what was being implied.

‘That’s competition too.’

How much of Demorus’s people within the main house can he make his own?

“What about the factions of other successor candidates?”

Ferio did his best to explain the Lord’s question.

There seemed to be quite a difference even among the successor candidates.

The most significant one was.

‘Kulan was said to be the most likely successor.’

As the eldest son of the main house and uniquely, the outsider, Vincent, who was one of the three Dark Lords equal to Demorus.

His faction was called Kularnes, taking the form of a military force with around a hundred members.

The least was naturally Varze.

One of the reasons for his entry into the main house without much difference compared to the Lord was due to the need for an exchange event, Barze who came into the main house with the Lord.

He did create a faction, but the number of members was said to be zero.

“Furthermore, as a successor candidate, you can use Demorus’s facilities, but…”

Ferio took something out of his chest and handed it over.

It was a ring shining in a bronze color.

“Currently at the bronze level, there may be limitations on usage.”

“How can I raise the level?”

“You need to fulfill the missions of the main house.”

Perhaps because it originated from a game world.

Even this felt like a game.

“Also…”

Ferio explained the things the Lord needed to know in Demorus.