The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

Chapter 94

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 94

“Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”

Sein said.

“You were attacked like a dog by them, weren’t you?”

What is she talking about?

“Aren’t you going to seek revenge for being treated like that by that white-masked bastard?”

“…!”

“Seek revenge. I’ll heal you. I’ll even give you strength.”

And.

“You said you’ll save me?”

That was a credible offer Sein could make.

Anything more would not be believed.

“….”

There was a moment of silence.

And finally, Jhagar spoke up.

“Tymphea is strong.”

One of the successors, Tymphea.

“Colan, of course, needs no mention. He is the closest to the elders.”

Jhagar tried, but ultimately, they were obscured to them.

That day, what attacked Sein was their will.

“I was already a bastard.”

“Yes. I was a bastard. Finally….”

Jhagar said.

“Barje, he too has something to offer.”

All potential successors.

Jagar must have been feeling it.

His own shortcomings.

“Can I trample over them to become the leader?”

Jagar said.

“Do you believe you can become the shining sun?” he asked.

A blockhead.

But he was also a demon.

“Do you think it’s impossible?”

“I believe.”

That was Jagar’s response.

“If I’m going to end up a bastard anyway, it’s better to have a master who can definitely feed me. Should I bark, then?”

The deal was struck.

“No.”

When Sein came today to propose a deal, it was also to gain Jagar and his power.

But before that, there was something more fundamental.

“I’m just like you.”

“…?”

“It’s about not being able to endure.”

The biggest bastard he had ever seen that day.

“The white mask. What happened with that bastard. Tell me everything. That’s the first order I give as your master.”

Chuckle.

Finally, a smile crept onto Jagar’s lips.

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Jagar’s wounds were so severe that Cecil had to work on them for a long time.

If Sein were to step in, the healing process would accelerate, but there was no urgent need for Jagar to recover quickly, nor for Sein to unnecessarily exert himself.

Crack!

It was a new beginning for Jagar.

Sein had always looked forward, but he had been cautious about many things.

Crack!

Numerous calculations.

Crack!

But this time, he realized that it could be a problem in some aspects.

Whoosh!

Sein was looking too far ahead.

As the final round began, what he had pondered over and over before leaving Chichiron.

Crack!

It was imprinted in Sein’s mind like a seal, controlling everything about him in a moment.

-The Grand Purpose.

Sein’s ultimate goal.

Kkaaah!

But I realized this time.

“I shouldn’t just look too far ahead.”

That unknowingly, I was restricting myself in my actions.

“I have to admit it once again.”

This place is different from the Sanctuary that boasted knowing everything.

“I must not forget.”

Kkaaaah-!

I am a cheat player.

An existence with greater potential than anyone else, with superior latent abilities.

That’s why, even though I used to move forward while looking too far ahead, not anymore.

“How many hours has it been?”

Right now.

What mattered most was the present moment.

Right now, I cannot even confront Tejera.

“It has been thirty-two hours…”

If Tejera suddenly feels bad and tries to kill me, I will fight with all my might, but I must die.

“You’ve been hammering away for thirty-two hours…”

What about Arin?

Although she became my partner, she too was the monster Sein saw.

As I am now, I will never be able to overcome her.

What about Demorus?

What about Immortalis?

Kkaaah!

I am weak.

I was calculating, trying to earn their favor, avoiding their wrath.

Kkaaah!

That’s not who I am.

“What on earth are you trying to create?”

I was someone who moved and acted as I pleased, enjoying the game called Sanctuary.

So now I had to decide.

‘What this world is.’

The boundary between reality and the game.

I had to admit that I was wavering between the two.

“Are you going to eat?”

“No, thank you.”

So, I decided.

The current world was a game and reality to me.

Both of them.

Without needing to choose one, I will accept both.

Kwaaaaah!

The fire in Demorus’s forge did not go out.

Seign Demorus, there were rumors circulating that he hadn’t come out of the forge.

And finally.

“Put out all the furnaces.”

The master blacksmith, Pargen, ordered.

It had been only seven hours since Seign Demorus had entered the Darksteel.

Thud, thud.

Seign was lying on the ground where he had been hammering, snoring.

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“Ha, finally feel like I’m alive.”

There was nothing better than hammering to clear the mind.

The heat of the blazing furnace, the burning flames.

If you felt those, it was as if you could forget everything as if you had taken a rough medicine.

Seign looked different from before.

His long hair was being tossed around carelessly, but Seign’s attire and the swords hanging on him were different.

These were what Seign had been creating in the forge all this time.

“Seign, there’s a request for equipment production.”

Seign hid his skills.

His martial incompetence, his talents.

Excessive attention.

And to avoid suspicion.

“Refuse.”

But it was futile.

He had to do everything he could.

He had to retract what he had thought was a useless investment, considering the equipment he would obtain in the future.

He had to not fear that his talents would shine one by one and guard himself.

Even if they brought any doubts.

‘It’s still incomplete.’

The equipment he was wearing was still incomplete.

But he knew what he had to do.

With a little time, there would be results.

“Is everyone here?”

The 3rd Martial Brigade was gathered in the desolate castle training ground.

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“Are you okay?”

The rumor that Seign was stuck in the forge had spread throughout Demorus.

The 3rd Division was worried about that senior, but they couldn’t act recklessly.

“What is it?”

“Is there something bothering you?”

“Oh, my mind was a bit tangled.”

Chuckle.

“It’s getting better.”

Upon hearing that, Sienjin let out a relieved sigh.

“Still, it’s a bit complicated.”

“If there’s anything I can do to help, I will.”

“You should help.”

Sienjin smiled at that sight.

“You look good.”

The senior always wore a smile.

Mocking or ridiculing others.

But Sienjin, hailing from the East, had a deeper interest in human eyes than others.

He remembered how complex the senior’s eyes were beyond words.

“Stop the nonsense.”

The senior’s eyes now seemed much lighter.

Moreover, they appeared rather firm.

“Give me your orders, Commander.”

Thud.

Sienjin caught the flying sword.

“You’ve never faced a real opponent, have you?”

He had never faced the 3rd Division, never engaged with them.

His only sparring had been with Roberta and the youngest of the 3rd Division.

“I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.”

The senior said.

“So, let’s get to know each other. Isn’t that love?”

Chuckle.

“Forget about everything, let’s clear our minds.”

What he gained in the armory wasn’t just equipment.

It was the hearts of the blacksmiths.

And a glimmer of something profound.

“If we keep at it until we’re exhausted, something will become clear.”

The senior had no intention of missing that.

“Come in. Let’s take it one step at a time.”

At that moment.

Clang!

The senior’s steel sword clashed with Sienjin’s steel sword.

“This is what I wanted.”

The Siengin who charged without hesitation.

“Good.”

His appearance was quite pleasing to the eye.

Watching the two in combat, the 3rd Division was both surprised and amazed.

“Is this all?”

Sein Demorus couldn’t help but think that no one, not even themselves, knew the true extent of his abilities.

And soon, his heart began to burn.

After all, they were people who lived by the sword.

“Guests have arrived.”

Sein, who was dividing the swords.

“Apologies for interrupting your sparring.”

Ferio entered the training ground with a slightly different expression than usual and spoke.

Clang!

As the clashed swords emitted sparks.

“Guests have arrived.”

Ferio added the finishing touch.

Thud!

Sein, who deflected the incoming sword, lowered his stance and thrust forward.

It was a sparring relying solely on physical prowess without the use of magic.

Clang!

Yet, their movements were so fast and sharp that a criminal would not be able to follow.

Clang!

In that place filled with flames.

Sein lifted his heel, shifting his weight with perfect balance, gliding as if unaffected by gravity.

In the next moment.

“You’ve lost.”

The 3rd Division member facing Sein admitted defeat and stepped back.

As Sein’s sword had perfectly touched his neck.

“Hah.”

Ferio approached and handed Sein a towel.

Sein wiped away the pouring sweat as if it were rain.

Despite hearing Ferio’s words, he gripped the sword again.

“Next.”

Another member of the 3rd Division stepped forward.

“Sein, sir.”

Ferio cautiously spoke, wondering if Sein had not heard.

“Guests have arrived.”

“Ferio.”

Sain adjusted his posture and polished his gaze before speaking.