The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 25

As if hearing Sein’s muttering, the middle-aged man cautiously asked.

Otomeo Antara, the head of the Information Store and the master, was his true identity.

Antara cautiously observed Sein.

-He came to buy information.

A young man who visited the Information Store with a nonchalant attitude.

Although he had a captivating appearance that would evoke admiration, it was not enough to captivate Antara.

His gaze.

After spending over a decade as the head of the Information Store, Antara could tell.

‘He’s insane.’

He was a madman one shouldn’t mess with.

And just now, he heard the news that a lower-ranking guild informant had been attacked.

A face seen for the first time in Antara.

Eyes.

And.

“I want to know everything about Antara’s tranquility.”

Even the content of the information they sought.

There was nothing easy to think about.

“But is it okay to do business like this?”

“…Excuse me?”

“Only a few dare to defy the Information Guild. Who would be willing to trade their secrets so easily?”

In reality, that’s why the Information Guild hides in obscurity.

“Oh, we are under the protection of Demorus.”

Brietz spoke confidently.

“According to the Pact of the Three Dark Families, the Information Guild under the protection of the Dark Families is untouchable by anyone.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Brietz maintained a polite attitude as he spoke.

“But can you really do business like this?”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

Still, Brietz felt annoyed.

Knowing the danger the other party was in, he even mentioned Demorus’s name as a warning.

Yet, the young man in front of him seemed to dismiss Demorus as if it were nothing.

“Isn’t your lack of information too apparent?”

He was even ignoring Otolmeo, which was as good as his own home.

Tsk.

It was inevitable that a cross would be drawn on the throat.

“…I don’t know what you mean, but no more….”

“Let’s settle for that.”

Sein interrupted Brietz and spoke.

Antara’s tranquility was a massive structure right in front of them.

Sein wanted to know how Antara’s tranquility was treated, what the security was like, things like that.

Then it would be enough.

‘Saving money is good, right.’

So Sein spoke up.

“It seems someone entered Antara today.”

“…….”

Brietz, seasoned in information dealings, waited for the anger to subside in silence.

“A beautiful woman with black hair, have you heard anything?”

“…This is a joke….”

“Even after hearing that, you don’t know? Otolmeo must have really gone downhill.”

Brietz felt an urge to split Sein’s head with a dagger.

And at the same time, he brought his hand under the desk.

A button that could be activated in case of emergency.

The moment he pressed that button…

“If you press that, you’ll die.”

“…!”

“One must listen to the end of what others say. It’s about information.”

The look in his eyes.

It changed.

“A witch has entered Antara.”

“…!”

If he had just been crazy, it was a bit deeper and darker.

“She’ll be at Yeongjoo Castle now. How about this? Is this enough for you?”

The gaze of a true madman.

It was the gaze of those who had rolled through the information world for many years.

“…That’s quite the news. Thank you.”

Brietz said.

“It seems difficult to pay the price for Antara’s rest alone. Do you want more information?”

“Good to hear.”

Only then did Sein smile.

“Seems like you know the value of information too.”

Sein appeared from the information world.

Snick.

A satisfying smile hung on his lips.

-All information regarding Antara’s rest.

The deal was successfully sealed.

-And information that is expected to be needed.

Even unexpected bonuses.

“I thought it was all over.”

Otolmeo, deeply connected to himself.

Sein felt disappointed in the changed appearance of those he once knew well.

“But there was one decent guy, right?”

Brietz, the head of Antara.

He perfectly handed over what Sein wanted.

If only that had been the case, he would have just patted him on the back and said well done, but Brietz fulfilled Sein’s expectations.

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-An identity pass that allows you to meet the head of any Otolmeo branch.

The ability to assess and invest in counterparts.

Information was like a business for entrepreneurs.

If Brietz had satisfied Sein to that extent.

-Is that all?

From then on, it was Sein’s turn.

Though he tried to dispel his disappointment, that was all.

– Yes? What…?

– We’ll be seeing each other often from now on, so let’s be a bit more considerate.

He even emptied out Otomeo’s safe.

Fortunately, Britz didn’t stop Sein.

‘He probably noticed.’

Sein’s unyielding attitude towards Demorus and information about witches.

Even his own identity.

“I used to just think of it as highly advanced artificial intelligence in the past.”

Sein, humming a tune, clutched his thick pockets to his chest and said, “I wonder what will happen now.”

Curiosity about the changed world.

It was a thought that always crossed his mind, but focusing on survival, he momentarily brought out the thoughts he had carefully stored away in a corner of his mind.

But that was it.

“By the way…”

Sein had to focus on his current goal.

“The slave market.”

The largest slave market in Zone 7.

In the once pristine Sanctuary, it seemed one might need to step into a cesspool that had never existed before.

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“Goblins for sale!”

“Freshly caught orcs for sale!”

An uneasy peace in Antara.

What had taken the place of the grand arena of the past was none other than the slave market.

Instead of the clean and beautiful streets.

“Keeyaaah!”

“Cheers!”

It was a street filled with the wails of monsters, the stench of their decaying bodily fluids.

“That bastard!”

Moreover, the most significant change from the past was the clarity and tranquility of the human mind.

Crash!

Tainted with malice.

“Disgusting.”

Sein’s brief commentary on Antara’s slave street was just that.

The novelty of the slave market was intriguing, yet repulsive.

“Are you alright?”

A young man with short hair beside Sein asked.

“Why the formal language?”

A young man who was vigorously pounding on the back alley of Antara, demanding to know the whereabouts of Ottolemo.

– The slave market must be a complex place, so you need a guide.

The guide provided by Blietz was none other than this guy, Palu.

“The guy who used informal language even when getting beaten now uses formal language, isn’t that strange?”

To Sein’s words, Palu responded with a friendly smile.

“Maybe he was just crazy back then.”

“And now?”

“He’s an exceptional guest.”

Probably warned by Blietz.

Still, he was quite something.

The fact that he could change in an instant, like putting on a mask.

No.

‘Is this for real?’

The quick calculation between what makes money and what doesn’t.

‘I thought Blietz was the only human left in Ottolemo.’

This guy Palu was quite likable.

Whether it was not revealing the base or still using informal language even in a life-threatening situation.

Even changing his attitude when he thought it would make money.

Some might curse him, but in the world of information, this was not a bad talent.

“But what’s good about it?”

“It’s what the slave market says.”

Palu walked up to Sein and spoke.

“First-timers tend to be terrified of this place.”

Streets tainted with stench, malice, and viscous evil.

“Especially those who still remember the past Antara….”

Antara’s rest.

Though the current times lacked faith in Angel, there were those who remembered the beauty of that time.

From mother to child.

From grandparents to grandchildren.

Those who imagined Antara while listening to the stories passed down.

“Uweeek!”

“It’s like that over there.”

Because they couldn’t hold back their nausea in the putrid disgust.

“Did you have some sort of fantasy about Antara?”

“You heard all the way there?”

“I am a fairly trustworthy member.”

Sein seemed to have heard about the inquiry regarding Antara’s rest.

“Well.”

It’s a fantasy.

“The reality has been so bitter already.”

And that reality was one’s own creation.

“By the way, what’s the use of goblins?”

I thought it was a slave market, but they sell all sorts of things there.

“They probably can’t even be used as labor.”

Born as monsters.

Their utility was very low.

They had enmity towards humans, and communication wasn’t their strong suit.

“Orcs might understand, though.”

Perhaps orcs were somewhat better off.

“Well, there are plenty of humans with all sorts of hobbies in the world.”

“This time, I feel like I might vomit a bit.”

As they conversed, the surrounding streets grew even darker.

Further into the depths.

They had already ventured deep into the darkest part of the damp slave district, so it was only natural to be on edge, but Sein remained as composed as ever.

Just as they were about to reach their destination, Palu greeted, “Sein. It’s been a while.”

Palu was the first to greet.

Sitting in front of him was an old man who looked like he could drop dead tomorrow without anyone finding it strange.

“Palu.”

The old man looked as shriveled as a withered mountain pine that wouldn’t be out of place in a coffin.

“Did you bring a guest?”

“No need to be too cautious. They are Master Jiboo’s guests.”

The white eyes, bleached as white as snow, glanced over Sein.

“…Me.”

The old man seemed about to say something.

His eyes trembled, his body shook.

“You may enter.”

Sein passed by Palu and said.

Chin.

Sein’s hand touching the old man’s shoulder.

As if to deny that the old man had been shaking just a moment ago, he froze in place.

“P-please… come in.”

Permission was finally granted.

“What’s going on.”

Palu followed.

The first polite speech from Galli, who had been using informal language even with the eldest in the slave district, caught Palu off guard.

“Have you finally lost your mind.”

The entrance leading underground fell silent after Palu’s voice.

Alone, the old man, Galli Yeongam, gazed at the darkening sky and said,

“Angel.”

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The world was a mix of countless contradictions.

The more it was dyed with light, the darker and more complex the shadows covering the world became.

Yet, as the world grew darker, something sharper emerged.

“Ha.”

It was a simple fact.

A territory dominated by darkness.

In the Dark Sanctuary, laws were scarce.

A justification to bind each other.

And even surpass…

“This is truly absurd.”