The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 32

“Don’t make a face like you already own the world, Sein.”

“I know that too.”

Understood it wasn’t everything.

Even though the max level was 30, knowing that it was never the end.

And having conversations with Arin, knowing the current level of the world.

“Still, it won’t work on me anyway.”

Despite that, he could be confident.

He would become the strongest, and no one could stop him.

“It will be like that in the future.”

Arin said.

“But for now….”

Finally.

“It’s better to hold back your body.”

They arrived.

Zone 5.

They arrived at the midpoint of the continent divided into ten parts.

“As I mentioned before, it’s farewell here for a while.”

Arin said.

-Once arrived, you should stay away from me for a while.

Arin, a reliable supporter and backer.

-There, you have to prove yourself without the help of a backer or other supporters.

The role of a backer was primarily two things in the beginning.

One, selecting the candidate they would back.

Two.

“In Pain, you will have to handle it alone.”

The gathering place of the candidates.

Guiding the candidates to the middle organization.

Pain.

It was the city of Zone 5 that they had just arrived at, the middle organization of Demolus where Sein would stay.

Under Demolus, there was a place known as the Three Major Organizations.

– Dante of Vilmao.

– And…

Here.

“Rasiel of Pain.”

It had been that way until now.

Knowing that what he was familiar with was different in many ways, and that new things were unfolding.

But from now on, it would be even more so.

From the start, in his own world, there was no dark underworld or Three Major Organizations like Demolus.

“I can handle it, right?”

“You crazy bastard. What nonsense are you blabbering about?”

Sein said with a smile.

“Have you forgotten who I am?”

The Harbinger of Destruction, Sein Archipald.

The man who brought about the downfall of the immortal empire Archipald, and brought destruction to the world.

“Yeah. There’s no one else who fits in here better than you.”

In front of Sein were massive gates like nothing he had seen before.

It was as if they were not gates protecting the city of Pain, but rather guarding the world beyond Zone 5.

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Sein, with his silver hair, headed towards that place.

“Follow me.”

The golden-haired Cecille walked alongside.

Finally, Sein stood in front of the gates.

Countless gazes were fixed on him.

There were few who trembled.

Those who had made it from the Infernal Realm to the gates of this place.

Especially at a time like this.

“Open the gates.”

There was no room for trembling.

It was different from before.

From now on.

“Please reveal your identity.”

Click.

Sein with a smiling face.

“Sein Demolus.”

It was permissible to speak the name of Demolus.

He is the candidate for Demorus, the one who will become the successor. So, don’t annoy him and open the door.

The Path of the Candidate.

To the one who arrived at the midpoint, the right to speak Demorus’s name was granted.

Creak!

The massive castle gate began to open with a sinister creaking sound.

“Welcome to Pain. Young Demorus.”

Numerous guards bowed towards Sein and spoke.

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Rashiel.

They were known as the three major organizations under Demorus, a massive organization that could fit within ten fingers when considering the entire continent.

They were also one of the final gates that candidates had to pass through.

If one crossed Rashiel and arrived at Demorus, they would no longer be a candidate but a successor who had to compete with other successors.

“A new guy has arrived.”

“Is this the last one?”

Many people had gathered in Rashiel’s garden.

Different appearances and atmospheres.

If there was one thing similar, it was their age group.

All in their twenties, men and women.

“Do you have any guesses?”

They were none other than.

“Boba Demorus.”

Among Demorus’s candidates, they belonged to Rashiel.

“Boba? What kind of name is that?”

“Even though the name may be, he’s not someone to overlook. I’ve heard.”

A scruffy young man spoke.

“Barvik offered to be his sponsor.”

“The Crimson Warrior?”

The name Barvik stirred up the crowd.

Barvik was one of the recognized warriors even in Demorus.

“From what I’ve heard, it seems to be him.”

The one with Barvik as his sponsor.

Opinions leaned towards the possibility of Boba becoming the final candidate.

“We’ll see.”

A red-headed woman.

“An unexpected character might show up.”

He scanned the crowd with a cold voice.

“Roberta was right.”

The scruffy young man chimed in.

“We’ve seen each other for the first time here many times. There have been times when we only recently discovered that we share Demorus’s blood.”

The young man’s name is Sis.

He was the first of Rasel’s candidates to come in, also known as the eldest.

“There’s a possibility that an unexpected existence might appear.”

Potential.

“But there probably aren’t many who qualify as guardians.”

Already, including Vilmao’s Dante, the rest of the organization’s candidate slots were filled.

Even rumors about them reached Rasel.

Thinking about guardians from other organizations, no suitable candidates came to mind.

“There is one.”

If any, a few.

Among them, there is only one name that stands out.

“Arin.”

“….”

Silence settled on that one name.

“…The Witch of the Legion?”

The witch’s name was a weighty one even in Demorus, not easily spoken.

“Nonsense.”

Roberta said.

“The witch is famous for not having a guardian. If she did, it would have been done long ago.”

She seemed to have lost interest in this joke now.

“And if the witch were to have a guardian….”

The witch famous for not having a guardian, Arin.

If she had a guardian.

“He would be the most concerning one.”

That was the end of it.

Roberta seemed to rise now as if there was no reason to wait any longer.

“Did you say Bobara?”

She seemed convinced that he was probably Rasel’s final candidate.

Not just Roberta, but everyone in the room.

And then.

Thud, thud.

All eyes turned at the sound of footsteps.

“….”

Silence.

“…!”

Surprise.

“What’s this?”

Discomfort.

Eyes filled with a mix of all those emotions.

It would happen.

Step, step.

Most of them didn’t notice it while they were sharing stories.

That another person had entered this garden and was walking towards them.

The first to notice was Sis.

And Roberta.

But now everyone knows.

Boom!

A man taking steps.

The energy emanating from him.

“…Ugh!”

Suppressing the urge to panic.

“So, are you all Demorus’s leftovers?”

Sein, entering the garden with Sessil.

Sein standing in Rashiel’s garden exuded arrogance itself.

Confidently standing while welcoming dozens of candidates.

It was a sight unlike any other candidate had shown so far.

“…!”

Candidates taken aback by Sein’s demeanor.

“….”

But they regained their composure, slowly gathering their strength.

Gooosh.

Clashing energies collided with Sein’s, struggling against each other.

Candidates were surprised again.

‘Can he hold on?’

The energy opposing Sein now was from several candidates.

Yet, Sein, rather than being overwhelmed by the candidates’ energy, firmly held his ground.

‘What amount of magic power….’

Overwhelming magical power.

But what surprised Sis and Roberta was another aspect.

‘His magic control is beyond imagination.’

Most candidates had recently awakened to magic and lacked control, despite their magical power growing rapidly due to Demorus blood and support from Demorus, Rashiel, and their sponsors.

It required direct experience and familiarity to master it.

Otherwise.

“…Is he a genius?”

A genius in magic control beyond comparison.

The gazes on Sein changed multiple times in a single moment.

Another point to note was the girl standing next to Sein.

The blonde girl, despite her pretty appearance, seemed to lack anything special; however, Sein was in a fierce competition with the candidates while protecting such a girl.

“Well, I guess this much of a greeting should do?”

In an instant.

Swish!

The energy Sein had been emitting vanished.

“…Huh?”

“Ugh!”

Just like in a hand wrestling match, he nullified the opponent’s strength in an instant.

Those who had been exerting force to push the opponent back.

“Cough!”

Some couldn’t control their misplaced magic energy and ended up vomiting blood when they lost their focus or when the reversed flow of magic overwhelmed them.

“Tsk.”

Sein’s voice echoed through the garden.

“I thought you were the worst of the worst among the trash. Cancelled. Cancelled.”

Sein with a playful glint in his eyes.

But those who met his gaze.

“They’re just a bunch of trash.”

For a moment, a shiver ran down their spines.

“……”

Sein stepped into the garden, only about three minutes left.

Sein said, “We may share the same roots, but isn’t it a shame to greet each other like this?”

He was overwhelming all the candidates.

Shing.

A sword that was automatically pulled out of Sein’s waist.

It was not Bastion, but Sein, with a hastily chosen ordinary longsword.

“Show us what a Demorus-style greeting is like.”

Arrogant.

Such a person was provoking them.

They had already been overwhelmed once, pushed back by him.

“We’ll show you what a crazy bastard looks like.”

This was Demorus’s Rasiel.

They were candidates following in Demorus’s footsteps.

“Do you see me?”

One of the candidates, a young man with short hair, Kindra, took out two daggers and twirled them around.

“See you? Where have I heard that name before?”

Even facing Kindra, Sein muttered to himself.

“Ah. His mother is an ogre.”

“What?”

“Though he didn’t admit it, it’s clear that his mother is definitely an ogre.”

Sein confidently stated.