The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 9

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 9

“Welcome to Borfeo. You mad dog.”

With a smile full of kindness, the outer eye extended a handshake towards Sein.

Clang!

“Oh, I was about to cut your wrist, but you’re quite nimble.”

Sparks flew upon impact.

The flash of Sein’s dagger meeting the outer eye’s sword was dazzling.

“Where did you pick up that dirty trotter?”

“…Someone who can’t accept kindness as kindness.”

The outer eye and Sein had unknowingly created a distance between them.

“In back-alley fights, there’s something crucial.”

The outer eye spoke.

“Legitimacy.”

Just as important in the back alleys as it was for nobles.

“I extended kindness to you, yet you repaid me with a blade. That’s my legitimacy. What’s yours?”

A fight unfolding according to rules.

Sein twisted his lips, smiling.

“I don’t have such a thing.”

“…What?”

“Oh, maybe I do.”

A fierce gaze.

“You stood in my way.”

Clang!

Another burst of flames erupted.

“Truly, a mad dog.”

“So, you lack legitimacy?”

Beyond the clash of their swords, they both laughed.

“No. It’s sufficient.”

The first battle in Borfeo.

Though it was a city square, there were no guards intervening.

Because it was a battle unfolding in the darkness shrouding the city.

And later on.

“I apologize.”

The outer eye knelt, facing Sein.

Sein sat crookedly at the table, resting his chin on his hand.

“Recite the alphabet!”

Starting with the outer eye, the cycle of Cyclops.

“Recite the alphabet!”

The repentance of those with missing teeth echoed.

This is the headquarters of Cyclops.

Sain.

– “Mon, it’s a monster!”

Because they took over their territory.

It was a simple matter.

Half-killing the visible Cyclops, dragging their ankle while half-killing their subordinates.

“Why are you blocking the way of people walking quietly?”

Numerous rules and regulations in the back alley.

But there was always one standing above them.

“Recite the alphabet….”

It was power.

“Do you have any complaints?”

“No! Not at all!”

Cyclops immediately responded to Sain’s question.

“That’s right.”

Eyes sinking low.

“If you wanted to use Demorus, you would have to pay the price.”

Hmm.

It was a different reaction than before.

“Why did you think I wouldn’t know?”

A Cyclops who came out to meet as soon as he heard the news.

Although he seemed to be extending a hand as a favor, there was clearly a cunning calculation behind it.

“Do you also have raggedy people in the alleys of Borgheo?”

“….”

“The territory has shrunk, and the members have probably defected.”

“Yes….”

It was a predictable story.

Chichiron’s lunatic, Sain Demorus.

Being the first to mention that name indicated an urgent situation that required action from them.

If the Cyclops gang had power, they would have quietly watched and waited.

“You probably thought that if a few subordinates came to campaign with little resistance, if I scratched a bit, you would move as you wished.”

“No, no!”

Thud!

Sain raised his foot and struck Cyclops on the head.

“Not what? It’s not not. If I had provoked you, I would have half-killed you and tried to use you somehow.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

In the end, Cyclops had to admit it.

“But why are you all so intimidated?” Sein, with his chin up, said again.

“It was quite something.”

The Cyclops before him.

He possessed skills that didn’t quite fit the back alleys.

Considering he was a city dweller from Borpeo, it was somewhat understandable.

“Three times.”

Although he hadn’t demonstrated his true skills, the Cyclops had managed to block his sword strikes three times.

There must be a reason why a guy like him had a presence in such a small place.

Especially.

“His eye hasn’t been lost for long.”

The Cyclops seemed unfamiliar with his own square.

If losing an eye had been a while back, he should have been accustomed to it by now.

“The organization crumbling, losing an eye, all recent.”

So, there must be a reason for that.

“T-That is…”

The Cyclops said.

“Because of Ogre.”

Borpeo, despite being on the outskirts, was still a city, making the owner of the back alleys a known figure.

The four divided districts were under the absolute control of the ruler, Warbear.

Behind him was a formidable figure, almost reaching the level of one of the three dark forces, rarely seen in the outskirts.

It had been a month since his sudden appearance of Ogre, who had appeared out of nowhere.

“Cyclops lost?”

A new rumor was spreading through the alleys.

“That idiot, no matter how much he’s beaten, he’s not one to be underestimated.”

“He may have been beaten, but still.”

The owners of the other three districts, excluding Cyclops, had gathered to discuss.

“He was bound to be eliminated soon anyway. We had already agreed to divide his territory fairly among the three of us.”

“He was the one who challenged Ogre.”

Ogre.

At the mention of that name, the owners of the three districts fell silent.

They knew better than anyone else the ferocity and cruelty of the being that had suddenly broken through the gate.

The Cyclops with the external eye.

The Wolf with the missing arm.

The Frog with the missing leg.

And finally, the newcomer named Fox.

Just the thought of him sends shivers down their spines, the rulers of the three territories trembled.

“Still, that Cyclops guy, his other abilities were lacking. But in terms of sheer power, he was the best among us.”

The lone wolf spoke.

“They say he knelt after just three sword strikes.”

“…Impressive.”

A being who achieved such feats.

“They called him Chi Chiron’s mad dog.”

“Chi Chiron from the borderlands? He’s just a country bumpkin.”

“….”

The name of Chi Chiron’s mad dog was spreading throughout Borfeo.

“…If he’s a mad dog.”

Prog seemed to know something as he spoke.

“Why? Do you know the name?”

“….”

But Prog fell silent soon after.

“Moreover, the issue lies in his real name.”

Fox continued the conversation.

“They say his real name is Sein Demorus.”

“…Demorus.”

That name held great power.

Throughout the continent, there was no one who could ignore the name Demorus.

Especially in the back alleys, that name held even more absolute power.

“Also….”

The rulers of the three territories.

Those named after animals spoke in unison.

“Is it Demorus?”

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“Wow.”

At the heart of the rumors.

“He’s insane.”

Sein was truly in awe.

Shuffle, shuffle.

The scattered records of Cyclops in front of him. Every corner meticulously searched by Deren revealed things that amazed Sein.

“He’s incomparable to Chi Chiron and the rest, right?”

Cyclops’ gains were beyond imagination.

‘Compared to the past, it might not be worth much.’

Once, Sein was also a prince of the empire.

As someone who had witnessed a mountain of gold coins, it was surprising for Sein to be amazed by this amount, but that didn’t mean he was still the prince of the empire.

“Hehe….”

Cyclops, wiping his hands in front.

“If this guy, who knows nothing but to exert strength, is at this level, how about the rest? What’s their deal?”

Back alley of the city.

It was a safe with a level of wealth that could not be ignored.

“I heard that the next guy, Wolf, is twice my size.”

“Twice?”

“The most skilled Fox… “

Snicker.

“I heard it’s over ten times.”

Chime!

A flash of light sparkled in Sane’s mind.

Originally, Sane was planning to take a brief rest in Borfeo and then head straight to Demorus.

Since it was his first proper city, Sane thought he could prepare for the journey to Demorus, where his mentor would accompany him.

But he changed his mind.

‘After all, the road to Demorus is not just a road.’

The journey with a mentor by his side.

There was clearly a reason for deliberately using the teleportation array to travel a distance that could be reached in an instant by magical means, instead of traveling by land.

‘My tracks will evaluate me.’

Each of his footsteps was a direct evaluation of himself.

And if the depth or number of those footsteps is insufficient, becoming a successor would be difficult.

In other words.

‘Game over.’

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It meant failure of the main quest.

Of course, there would be routes to follow, but Sane didn’t feel the need to seek a difficult path.

‘There are alchemists and blacksmiths in Borfeo.’

So.

“Alright. I’ve made up my mind.”

Sane said as he rose to his feet.

“Borfeo is where I’m heading.”

“….!”

Cyclops widened his remaining eye.

“Are you, are you serious?”

Cyclops had clearly talked about Borfeo.

And about who the Ogre was.

So he thought Sane, the crazy one known as Chichiron, would run away.

“I am serious. Kid.”

Sane said he would face it instead.

“Why, isn’t that what you wanted too?”

Cyclops, who had come looking for Sane.

“Revenge, isn’t that what you want?”

“…!”

Cyclops, who was managing the territory peacefully.

He couldn’t be called a good guy even if you tried to put it nicely.

However.

“So, that’s why you came looking for me? To use my name for something.”

According to the information Darren had found, he was quite a decent boss.

Clang.

A sharp sound echoed from Cyclops’s lips.

“…I want to.”

Cyclops said.

Ogre made my eyes like this.

But more than that.

“I can still hear the screams of my subordinates.”

Ogre, who mercilessly slaughtered his subordinates in front of himself, who had fallen helplessly.

“I want to. Revenge! Just tell me what to do!”

Swish.

What appeared before Cyclops’s eyes was Sein’s palm.

Similar to the palm Cyclops had reached out to use Sein.

But.

“Grab it.”

The weight was different.

That of the powerless and that of the powerful.

“…Thank you. Captain.”

The difference was clear.

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The dock along the Beakul River.

Once the protagonist who turned Borfeo into a trading city, now it was a contaminated and abandoned place.

“Long time no see, Frog.”

This was the headquarters of Frog, who divided the back alleys of Borfeo into quarters.