The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 44

“Kwaaaaah!”

Valac, succumbing to madness, drew upon the power of demonization.

But it only led to a slight increase in physical abilities.

No more dramatic changes were evident.

“If that’s all you’ve got, let me help.”

Sein distanced himself from Valac.

“Show me what true power you possess.”

At that moment.

“….!”

Valac twitched and came to a halt.

“Feeling it now?”

Sein said with a smirk, and in his grasp.

“Huuuurgh-!”

A child from the orphanage was held captive.

“Se…Sein…. What are you doing….”

Valac offered himself to Sein.

This was a test to protect the orphanage.

Yet what Sein was doing now was destroying the orphanage.

“If you can’t prove your worth, I have no reason to protect the orphanage.”

“Se…Sein…. Se…Sein…!”

With a hostage in hand, Valac couldn’t move easily.

Yet his eyes glowed even brighter with a deep crimson hue.

Crackle!

The red lightning bursting from his body was becoming even more intense.

Finally.

“So, we need to make a good show, right? Since it’s the two of us next.”

Crack.

It was the moment Sein snapped the little one’s neck.

Valac’s lightning, which had been a mere spark until now.

Kwaaaaah-!

It began to skyrocket explosively.

At that moment, it seemed like time had slowed down.

But within that moment.

Boom-!

Balrak’s greatsword seemed to maintain its timing, or rather, accelerate even more as it swung towards Sein.

This was it.

Kwaaaah!

Unleashing the potential to move beyond the novice stage.

Balrak possessed it, and he demonstrated it.

“The subject to become a master.”

Two swords clashed.

Sein’s longsword.

Clang!

A crack began to form.

“Kraaaaa! You’re deeead!”

Balrak’s beastly scream, his lightning, his eyes growing even darker.

Crash!

Sein’s sword bursting out.

“Yeah, this should do.”

The greatsword coming down as if to crush Sein’s skull.

Seeing that, Sein smiled.

And in his right hand.

“Passed.”

Bastion’s voice echoed.

Growl!

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Step, step.

The path leading to Tanba’s castle.

Step, step.

The heavy footsteps echoed.

Alone in this city tainted by darkness at this hour, one couldn’t just leave him.

Step, step.

Quietly observing, avoiding contact, no one dared to approach him.

Understandably so, as the man was covered in blood.

Squelch.

He was dragging two bodies like sacks in his hands.

And finally, the man reached the entrance of the castle.

Gulp.

Even the guards swallowed their saliva in the tense atmosphere.

“Who, who are you?”

Imagining the dreadful consequences of not completing my task, I barely managed to speak.

“Open the door.”

The voice that reached me was sharp.

“Who….”

“You came to see your lord. Open the door.”

Moonlight streaming down.

Amidst the gray clouds, a figure with white hair emerged.

“De, Demorus!”

It was Sein.

“Open the door-!”

The guards shouted, beginning to open the sturdy castle gate.

As if it were only natural.

Creak.

Sein entered the castle with two bodies in tow.

The soldiers who noticed the commotion rushed out to surround Sein, but no one dared to approach easily.

“Stand aside-!”

Parsha, who appeared at that moment, shouted at the soldiers.

“The honorable guest has brought a gift, why do you interfere?”

Truly a steward of the lord who had ruled for many years.

He understood the situation by looking at Sein’s determined expression and what he held in his hands.

“Is it already over?”

“How would I know?”

“The lord….”

Parsha was about to say that the lord had retired for the night.

But given the circumstances and the person he was facing.

“He is waiting. Let us go together.”

The soldiers’ commotion would have reached the lord and Sur.

If they were astute lords, they would have sensed that something was amiss.

Sein, carrying the two bodies, entered under the escort of Parsha and the lord’s soldiers.

“You all, step back.”

At Parsha’s command, the soldiers and knights made way.

“You seem to be seriously injured. You should receive treatment first….”

“It’s not my blood.”

“Ah.”

Parsha nodded in understanding.

“Then…?”

There was too much blood for two people, so I inquired.

“Some bloodthirsty creatures were howling around, so I had to tear them apart.”

“Oh! Is that so?”

Sura and Parcha were both irked by the mere existence of the Gropha Orphanage, so if Sein was willing to take care of dirty work as well, they were grateful for it.

“As expected of a demon.”

But even so, it sent shivers down Parcha’s spine.

Even a child, easily erasing anything that interfered with their mission.

If this person became an enemy.

If they were to receive a contract for their assassination one day.

Thud.

Parcha felt as though the end of a terrifying imagination was creeping closer.

Amidst these thoughts, they finally arrived.

“What brings you on such an ambitious night?”

At Sura’s mansion.

Sura, awake as always, welcomed Sein and Parcha.

Not a hint of surprise crossed his face as he glanced at Sein and the items in Sein’s hands.

Toss.

Sein threw what was in his hands in front of Sura.

“Indeed, it smells of Gropha.”

The target of the assassination.

And then.

Grin.

A smile that seemed to tear at the edges of Sura’s lips.

“Isn’t this Balak Demorus, by any chance?”

Sura, who had hidden his emotions skillfully.

Crack!

His lips stretched wide.

“C-Cough.”

Sura let out a stifled chuckle.

“Isn’t this Balak Demorus, by any chance?”

While still keeping an eye on Sein’s reaction, he did not forget his respect.

But it was not the same with his actions.

Toss, toss.

Approaching Balak’s corpse as if poking at trash, he nudged it with his foot.

“What has become of you?”

He wasn’t looking for a report on the mission.

“How…?”

That cruel smile spoke volumes about his feelings.

“Have you killed him?”

It wasn’t a report on the mission he wanted, but to hear their screams.

“What’s the big deal? Stabbed to death, slashed to death, beaten to death with fists.”

As Sein continued speaking, Suer’s lips stretched even further.

It seemed like they might tear completely and never return.

“Where are the other things?”

“Other things?”

“The little devils.”

Suer asked the orphans.

“They say they’ve been taken care of, bothering no more.”

Parsha replied.

“Hahaha!”

And finally, Suer couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Excellent! Excellent!”

Suer shouted as if seeing off the mansion.

“It was wise to entrust the task to Demorus. No, it could be attributed to your skill, Sein.”

Suer said, folding his robe.

“Tanba’s Suer, I will support Sein. I believe you will become the sanctity of Demorus, Sein.”

Suer’s favorability rating towards Max was evident.

It was harder to earn favor with Suer than he thought.

“What a lunatic.”

Being able to maximize favor by killing a few was a testament to how twisted Suer was.

“Parsha! What are you doing!”

Suer shouted at Parsha.

“We should bring the payment and gifts to Sein!”

“Oh…!”

“Wasn’t the payment supposed to go to Demorus?”

“Would that alone be enough to show Sein my heart?”

Suer said.

“Since you’ve put in a little more effort to open my heart, I must reciprocate accordingly.”

Directly paying the sponsorship fee excluding the payment.

Parsha rushed out as if his feet were on fire at Suer’s words.

“Sigh.”

Sein let out a small sigh.

“I feel sorry for this.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you treat me so well, I can’t help but be swayed.”

“…?”

Suer.

He was quite a shrewd lord.

Sensing something amiss, he looked at Sein.

Oh no.

He released his magic.

And only then could he know.

“What the hell!”

It was clear that Balrak’s breathing had not stopped yet.

Kwahng!

The sound of explosion reverberated.

For a moment, as Balrak sprang forward to grab Su’s face, Su countered by casting a protective spell to block Balrak’s hand.

“You’ve bitten off more than you can chew, both soldiers and knights.”

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Rampaging in the midst of enemy lines has its limits, and interference from others would only be a hindrance.

“So, who’s left alone?”

Su personally sent out Parcha as the only ally to help.

Hwaaak.

A surge of magic was felt.

Until those who understood the situation arrived.

“It’ll take about 3 minutes, Balrak.”

He had about 3 minutes.

“Do you think you can make it?”

“I am grateful for the opportunity you have given me.”

Balrak, burning with anger.

Kwajijik!

A crimson lightning bolt shot out from his entire body.

It was much thicker compared to when facing Sein.

“Su, I’m sorry it had to come to this.”

Sein said to Su, who was blocking Balrak’s anger, with a hint of regret.

“You’ve been so good to me, and I feel a bit uncomfortable. But what can I do?”

Ssik.

The smile that Su had shown.

As vivid as it was, a smile appeared on Sein’s lips.

“That mutt is more valuable than the entire Tanba.”

“You son of a b-!”

Su shouted, his magic surging.

“Can you handle it? The treaty…!”