The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 23

In an instant, Dande’s energy, beyond Golther, enveloped Deren with intent.

Deren, sweating coldly, yet remained standing.

“….”

Dande, momentarily subdued.

“It’s the witch’s prophecy.”

Following Deren’s words, the atmosphere froze momentarily.

Despite having significant authority in Demorus, the name “witch” held great weight.

“Arlin… are you referring to the prophecy?”

“Yes.”

“Speak, Dande.”

Golther said.

“If your words are false, Borfeo will vanish today.”

A city with a pretender claiming the name of Demorus.

And if they were also impersonating a witch’s name.

Kwong!

This city deserved to be erased, for harboring such sinners.

“Chapler is dead.”

“….!”

“Moreover, Saint Demorus won a legitimate candidate duel against Bova Demorus….”

Deren, enduring pain and energy, spat out his words.

“Saint Demorus claiming the name of Demorus is guaranteed by the witch.”

“….”

Silence.

“Evidence?”

Only then did Deren take something out from his embrace and handed it over.

A paper with small bones drawn on it.

The moment it touched Gouler’s hand.

Boom!

Gouler’s hand turned black, emitting an aura of death.

“Truly, the power of that being.”

There was no choice but to acknowledge.

“Is that all the witch’s message entails?”

Gouler asked.

As the witch was involved, Borfeo’s matter had to be passed over.

“Saint… has a message to deliver.”

“What?”

However, Sobian was surprised, his eyes widening.

Even though it could be passed with Arin’s guarantee, the position of the judge was not low enough for a mere candidate to deliver a message.

“Borfeo, do not touch Deren.”

“….”

“If you dare, I’ll tear you apart and feed you to the goblins.”

Deren’s voice spat out resolutely.

Unlike conveying Arin’s words, it was a voice filled with firm belief, conviction, and self-assurance.

“Madness.”

Sobian raised his sword, exclaiming.

“What in the world are these lunatics saying?”

“Sobian. Enough.”

Mediating Gouler.

“The candidate guaranteed by the witch. It must mean they have some worth.”

The witch who had not chosen a candidate for a long time.

There had been times when the current lord had pleaded to become the witch’s candidate, but Arin did not choose the lord.

Such was the witch.

However, they were the judges of Demorus.

“If, Saint Demorus cannot become the successor.”

Gouler warned in a calm voice.

“Do not let today be one you regret to death.”

A power not only in words but in truth.

Deren trembled for the first time.

“Then there will be nothing to regret.”

“You’ve managed to acquire quite a good subordinate.”

The turned Gouler.

“Are you going to go like this?”

Dan-de and Sobian followed, speaking.

“It is a confirmed fact that Sein Demorus has the bloodline of Demorus.”

Since Demorus was watching where the seed was sown.

The reason the judges had all gathered was because Demorus, who had not yet borne fruit, had dared to claim that name.

But even that had the witch’s guarantee.

“However.”

Gouler, cold and indifferent, had a slight smirk on his lips.

“It would be a shame to go back like this.”

A step forward was taken.

Especially if the candidate was even throwing warnings at the judges.

“I must meet him.”

On the way back, facing Sein would be quite an enjoyable experience.

After the downfall of the Empire, the continent was corroded by darkness.

The Dark Zone, where humans could not set foot, constantly tried to invade the human realm, and the New Empire, along with the Three Kingdoms and the Three Dark Lords, unfolded barriers to stop the erosion of darkness.

There were boundaries within the barrier, and as one went further beyond, the power of the barrier weakened, dividing it into zones.

– Zone 7.

Sein was currently in Zone 7.

Crossing another boundary, it was noticeable that the erosion of darkness had slowed down.

But the biggest change was.

“Haha!”

The density of magic.

The density of magic, which had been miserable compared to the past.

That’s why even though Sein successfully imitated mana manipulation, it took over a decade to manifest an aura.

Zone 10, where the barrier’s power was the lowest and the density of magic was also low.

Because he was a Chichiron by birth.

However, the magic density in Zone 7 was completely different.

“This is insane!”

Escaping from the building forest filled with pollution and smog, it felt like entering a lush nature deep in the mountains.

No, even more than such ambiguous expressions.

Crack!

The sensation felt in his body was beyond imagination.

Advancing like an arrow, Sein decisively surpassed the Lizardman.

The sensation in his hands was different.

The feeling of stepping on the ground was different.

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If Sein Demorus’ life had been in Zone 7 instead of Zone 10, Chichiron.

“Five years, no, three years would have been enough.”

The difference was so severe that it felt unjust.

Moreover, by moving to Zone 7, Sein gained advantages.

“Keyee!”

The Lizardman screamed as he thrust his spear.

With strength and agility greater than an orc, and a power that doubled near the water, the Lizardman was treated as quite a formidable monster.

“Oh, Angel, must I once again stain my hands with the blood of my kin?”

Sein muttered such words.

Swish!

From bottom to top, the sword was raised.

The spear coming towards Sein, the arm holding the spear.

Up to the legs and torso treading the water’s edge.

Whoosh!

The Lizardman cleanly split and fell to both sides.

“Though you are human, with the heart of a dragon, lizards are truly your kin.”

To Arin’s words, Sein proudly puffed his chest and replied.

“…If a wyrm hears this, it will be terrified.”

“That’s what I hope for.”

Sein placed his hand on his chest.

“A contract was made, so one should know what to expect.”

The contract he made with the wyrm granted Sein tremendous power, but there was one bothersome aspect.

“It’s a contract, right?”

One thing that irked him was the contract he made with the wyrm.

“What does that little reptile want?”

Surely, it desired something from him.

Having granted him this much power and unlimited potential, the wyrm would have its own price to ask.

“…I don’t know either.”

Arin said, then and now.

“The talk I shared with the wyrm leads to meeting the human who will make a contract with it.”

Arin, too, made a contract with the wyrm.

That was the price the wyrm wanted.

Arin obtained power beyond limits and a life close to immortality through that.

“…Surely, it must desire something immense.”

“I don’t know.”

Sein replied.

“What the great wyrm desires might not be much to me.”

However.

-Reincarnated, Kim Sein.

The fact that the wyrm knew his true identity.

That did bother him.

It was then.

Ripple.

A faint ripple of Arin’s shadow.

It wouldn’t have been noticed without heightened senses.

“Looks like we’ve arrived.”

Sein spoke to Arin, who nodded.

“Deren made contact with Demorus.”

The proof Arin had given Deren had burned away, sending a signal.

“Deren should be fine.”

“The judges may hold high positions, but they shouldn’t be able to touch me.”

“Right. You’re exceptional.”

“Childish.”

Though he said that, Sein was certain.

Deren would be fine.

“By the way, wouldn’t it have been better to move with the judges anyway?”

Sein had already proven it to himself.

Heading to Demorus, with Arin’s testimony and guarantee, they could have safely reached Demorus with the judges.

But the hasty Sein.

“Preparations ended sooner than expected.”

While trying to gather the necessary strength to advance towards Dark Lord from Vorteo, it was easily solved thanks to Arin.

And another thing.

“There are many inconveniences in moving together, right?”

There was a place to be heard.

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The hundreds, thousands of lives Sein had experienced were not melted into the present world.

Those lives of Sein had become separate from the current world, past worlds.

But the third life was different.

The fourth life, connected to the successor of the Dark Tower.

“I’m still here in this world.”

From the Empire’s prince to the last of the Maak, and even the Saint of the Rising Angel.

“So, did the Empire’s treasures all disappear that day?”

Sein had many conversations with Arin while traveling.

Before, they were subjects to be wary of.

“Now the positions have changed to colleagues who need to be cautious.”

Moreover, Arin was unique.

“Tell me straight. I was the Harbinger of Doom.”

Knowing his identity, even from his past life.

“That’s right.”

“But did all those treasures really disappear?”

Arin said.

“The day the Cataclysm brought down the glory of the Empire, the magnificent imperial relic, Zigvalt, vanished with it.”

“But still…”

He muttered.

“It’s true. The remaining treasures were scattered across the continents, with the most seen in the Three Dark Territories.”

“Damn thieves.”

The treasures that upheld the Empire, the great nation of Sanguinary, were shamelessly looted.

“It was a vault of the Empire that should never have been breached.”

Arin seemed to gaze at Sein.

In the end, it was the Cataclysm’s fault.

The Empire’s vault, Vigor, was a grand safe boasting centuries of security, but the Empire, unable to guard its doors in the face of the threat of continent-wide destruction.

“And what about the Demonic Foot?”

“I haven’t heard any news since it crumbled during the Empire’s fall.”

“The shrines? The Holy See? The Holy Kingdom?”

“You should know well.”

The conversation between Arin and Sein.

“Shi*tt!”

Sein groaned.

Trapped in Chichiron, he made promises over and over again.

If he ever escaped this place, he vowed to find them all.

Like a great pirate who left everything behind, Sein also left his treasures in various places.

He planned to retrieve them in his next life.

But they were gone.

Of course.

“It’s my fault. Shi*tt. Who else can I blame.”

It was his own mistake.

“Who would have known there would be a fourth.”

When he became the third Cataclysm, he thought it was the end, destroying the world for the ending.

So not preparing what was left behind, not having a way to find them, was only natural.

“My Needhog….”

The Empire’s famous sword.

“My Seraphim….”

The armor that protected him.

“My Holy Swords….”

Not a single one remained, unable to be retrieved.

“I know some traces.”

“….!”

“But for now, they won’t be found.”

“Damn.”

It was a disaster.

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Of course, it wasn’t a total disaster.