The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 46

Blood burst around Kampe.

The Parsha, who was about to protest.

The knights guarding him.

The soldiers lined up behind.

Thud, thwock. Thwock….

Pieces of flesh were scattered.

“Dealing with Demorus’s mistake, truly a son of a bitch.”

Sein’s satisfied smile.

“Sein Demorus.”

“No, Kampe. Don’t speak. Let me say something.”

Sein approached Kampe and whispered.

“You are now one step closer to being the guild master of Lasciel.”

“……!”

“If you don’t bow your head, you’ll have to swim from the bottom. Remember that.”

Sein stepped back.

Kampe couldn’t even utter a word until then.

“See that?”

Sein spoke towards Balak.

“This is what romance is.”

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“The lord of Tanba will come soon.”

That day’s incident ended like that.

An attempt to defy Demorus.

With it, the deaths of hundreds of soldiers and dozens of knights.

The deaths of the lord and his steward were covered up.

“The orphanage in Grofa is relocating. Any objections?”

Grofa, with a troubled expression, shook his head at Sein’s words.

“If only they had supported the relocation from the start.”

Once known as a hero, Grofa was now a feeble old man in Sein’s eyes.

Grofa, too.

Sein continued, “I will relocate, provided with relocation expenses and safety.”

Simply following the orders of the absolute authority.

The story was simple.

“That alone won’t be the end.”

Sein was wrapping things up.

“Valak, you are now the owner of this land.”

Beneath the orphanage, a magical stone mine lay dormant.

“….?”

“All the paperwork is done. You and Grofa are joint owners.”

“Is that so…?”

When did that happen?

“Since the magical stone mine is under Demorus’s name, the new lord wouldn’t dare touch it. Especially with Grofa, the co-owner, keeping an eye on things.”

Even the aftermath.

“Thirty percent of the profits from the magical stone mine will go to Demorus.”

It was inevitable.

“With that, we can receive protection, so it’s actually a good thing.”

Grofa seemed to have caught on to Sein’s plan.

“With a lord bold enough to aim for the mine tribute to Demorus, there’s no way he’d rise to the Seventh District.”

“Exactly. Valak, this kid who grew up with you, why does he know nothing?”

Sein, appearing frustrated, spoke as Valak lowered his head.

“And then…”

It was at that moment.

“Long time no see.”

A young man with a sharp look.

His tanned skin seemed to bear witness to the time that had passed.

“Long time indeed. Your name was, uh… what was it?”

“It’s Aya. Sein Demorus, sir.”

A merchant who arrived from Borpeo.

Leading a small group called the Glass Summit, it was Aya.

– From now on, you’re special.

After Sein acquired Borfeo, the fate of Aeya and Garas’s upper realm changed.

Truly, becoming the top of Borfeo and expanding that rule.

Moreover, being able to transcend territories and domains as a merchant, he had promptly responded to Sein’s call.

“Greetings. These are the chief mana stone miners of Tanba.”

“It’s an honor to meet you. Please feel free to speak as you would with Sein’s introduction.”

Varak was surprised.

He knew of Sein’s skill and power, but to hear he was from Zone 10.

If he became a candidate and came straight here, what kind of commotion must have occurred for such people to flock behind Sein.

“Here, we’ll split three shares with Garas’s upper realm, and the remaining three will come up from Antara.”

“….”

“You sort out the remaining 10%. Whether you invest it or nurture it in an orphanage.”

“It might be good to put it in an orphanage.”

Clap.

Sein clapped his hands.

“Then, it’s all settled. Aeya, the contract.”

“Here it is.”

“I’m pleased with the work. How’s Deren?”

“He’s doing well, Sein.”

“Good.”

The mission in Tanba.

“Let’s head back. Come on, doggy.”

A new puppy, together with Varak, set off on the journey back.

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“…So, Varak’s mana stone mine will contribute three shares to Demoras.”

Varak’s heavy voice echoed.

“Three shares.”

This was Rasel’s guild house.

It was the room where Master Alman was present.

In front of Alman, Sein and Varak were reporting.

“That’s too little.”

“Is he insane? Trying to take more when there’s nothing left.”

A muttered soliloquy that sounded like informal speech.

“Demoras’ protection, above all else….”

However, Alman, unaffected by Sein’s words, continued speaking.

“To overlook the commotion in Tanba, three shares are too few.”

“Oh, come on.”

Sein spoke towards the wall without looking at Alman.

“Tamba was a young lord who, at first glance, seemed like a stubborn lad who wouldn’t listen, and upon checking the documents, he was a guy who was stingy even with the protection fee.”

The voice of Sein poured out without hesitation.

“By seating a new lord at Demorus’s whim, Demorus’s dominance will be firmly established. Three to one, not a bad deal.”

This was the basis of negotiation.

Knowing exactly what to gain and what to give up.

“Three to one.”

“Okay.”

Sein responded without hesitation.

-Well, doing it like this won’t make it right, just give up from your end, Eya.

Sein, who had already foreseen this situation, had adjusted the contract.

“Make sure to do it. Demorus Mine.”

“Will do so.”

In an instant, it all unfolded.

Balak was honestly taken aback.

Sein, though, faced the situation in front of him like a neighborhood uncle.

Gooo!

In the eyes of Balak and other candidates, Alman was truly an imposing figure.

An entity that one couldn’t touch or defy.

That’s why, even though things had gone well in Tamba, there was concern about how Alman would react.

“The profit is substantial. The payment is planned to be received properly by the next lord of Tamba.”

“Just give me my share accurately. Oh, this lad too.”

“Will do so.”

There was chaos, but it turned into an advantage.

And that was.

‘Sein Demorus knows exactly Alman’s intentions.’

It must have been because Alman had perfectly executed one of the plans he had envisioned when receiving this assignment.

The best course of action where both parties could gain the maximum benefit.

That was it.

‘A powerful one.’

Exactly what Sein referred to as a truly powerful individual.

What such a person could accomplish was precisely this.

“Excellent.”

Even when causing trouble, Sein received praise.

“However.”

That was the moment.

Thud, clatter.

The sound of something falling and rolling on the floor was heard.

Sein and Balak, with Campe standing behind them.

It was his throat.

“Being too forward may not be as favorable as you think.”

It was a warning.

Daring to mention the Guild Master of Lasciel.

And a warning from Alman, who already knew everything.

“Keep that in mind.”

At Sein’s response, a smile spread across Alman’s face.

“Still, given the significant benefits to Lasciel and Demorus, a reward must be given, right?”

-But considering the substantial benefits brought, a reward must be given, right?

Alman was certainly not a bad boss.

Clear in rewards and punishments.

-You have a 15-day vacation.

Vacation.

That was the reward Sein managed to secure.

“Ah!”

It was said that very few candidates managed to get a vacation around the time of the candidates’ competition, especially in the early stages.

“What a damn fine morning.”

They who were delighted to have acquired the name Demorus realized the harsh reality that they could flee at any moment.

Moreover, there were rational reasons to be involved in some incidents, to be sacrificed, or to fall into the hands of enemies.

Sein received such a vacation.

Abruptly.

“Do you eat cookies from the morning breeze.”

Seisil approached Sein by the window, chewing on a cookie.

“Give me some too.”

Sein snatched a cookie from Seisil and stood by the window for a while.

“Even though I got the vacation….”

There was nothing particularly special.

He wasn’t already dedicating himself to training like a madman, and the odd jobs given to candidates were being volunteered for by others, covering Sein’s share.

With missions and terms, he could even refuse if it wasn’t a designated task.

“What are you doing.”

He didn’t know how to spend the vacation.

“But now that I’ve got it, I should use it.”

Sein was Korean.

If given, he had to make use of it somehow.

“Hmm.”

Tap, tap. Tap.

Sein stood by the window, tapping it.

“What?”

Seisil grabbed Sein’s collar.

“The cookie.”

“Want to go get some snacks?”

A nod.

“We’ll go with Varak later.”

Varak, after the incident at Tanba, pledged loyalty to Sein.

Varak’s loyalty was different from the other candidates who used magic contracts.

Rather, Varak was the most trustworthy being, excluding Deren, so Sein occasionally entrusted him with tasks like Cessel’s safety.

“Oh, what should I do now?”

Should he search for the lost items?

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If Rasel could help, he might be able to visit a few places to trace the items.

Or perhaps trace of useful human presence, or skill books….

“Ugh, Asra.”

But Sein sighed, shaking his head.

Though Rasel seemed peaceful and serene, right now all eyes would be on him.

Especially.

“That nobleman won’t just give a vacation, no way.”

Almani’s vacation reward wouldn’t be pure.

Where he was heading.

What he was doing.

He would observe, evaluate, and uncover all his actions.

“Seichung.”

“….?”

Sechil looked up at Sein at his words.

“Want to go on a trip?”

At that, Sechil, who had been absentmindedly eating snacks, brightened up.

“Yeah!”

Plop!

Sein fed honeyed nuts to Sechil, who was like that.

“Why are you using informal language?”

“Aw.”

“Get your things ready.”

Even if he felt offended by the kid’s informal speech, it was only for a moment.

“It’s a trip.”

He had decided how to use the vacation.

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“Long time no see.”

With no mission at hand, there was no guide from Rasel.

Traveling alone.

Yet, thanks to the top with Rasel’s emblem drawn on it, Sein could reach his destination without any issues.

“So, here’s the thing.”

The ones engaged in conversation.

They soon spotted Sein.