The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 62

“…”

A question asked despite clearly knowing about the clash between Dante and Rasiel yesterday.

Unlike Dante’s uncomfortable reaction, Rasiel’s response was explosive.

“Yes!”

A voice filled with tension.

“Good.”

Alman seemed satisfied with that.

“Dante. I doubt you slept deeply.”

Rohan, too, spoke with a low, solemn voice.

“It’s hard to control the excitement the day before going out hunting.”

Chuckle.

Rohan smiled.

It gave Dante a strange resonance and Rasiel a strange tremor.

“Hunters do their best even when catching prey. I think you are warriors different from hunters.”

Thud!

Dante stomped his foot.

“You are the true warriors, the true heirs of Demorus.”

“Sure.”

A voice of someone.

Nevertheless, Rohan said,

“Victory is truly yours.”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The reverberation of Dante’s footsteps seemed to destroy Rasiel’s garden.

Though they shared the same roots, they were so different.

“Well then.”

And today, they would become enemies, aiming their weapons at each other.

“I will announce the rules of the Exchange Match.”

Traditionally, the rules of the Exchange Match were determined by the organization that received the request.

In cases like this, it was common for Rasiel to decide on the rules of the Exchange Match.

“As you know, this time Dante has decided on the rules of the Exchange Match.”

But this time was different.

Rasiel hoped to give the candidates time, while Dante decided to determine the rules of the Exchange Match instead of giving that time.

It was a method that felt somewhat disadvantageous yet balanced strangely.

“What should we do?”

“Team battle?”

“Individual battle?”

“Tournament?”

People whispered as they anticipated the rules of the Exchange Match.

Gulp.

At this moment, all the candidates, except for Domos and Sain, were looking at Rohan with tension.

Just two.

Grin.

Except for Domos and Sain.

“It’s a Labyrinth Conquest Match.”

“…!”

Labyrinth.

“Labyrinth…?”

“Are you telling the candidates to conquer a labyrinth?”

There was a commotion among the ordinary members.

The labyrinth was a place that even multiple armed forces from their own three major organizations had to be deployed to conquer.

It was not a place where individual candidates could easily conquer.

The atmosphere around Dante had indeed grown heavy.

A labyrinth is a name that suits it well.

Not because its interior is as intricately tangled as a labyrinth in reality.

– A place where once you step in, you can’t escape.

It was called so due to the danger it posed.

But something was different.

“Cook.”

“Kiki.”

Laughter coming from one side.

“Are they nervous?”

Dante’s candidates frowned at the reaction of La Ciel’s candidates.

Had they been filled with fear just by the name of the labyrinth?

“Kukuku.”

La Ciel’s candidates let out strange laughter, struggling hard to endure it.

“Dante!”

Rohan shouted.

“Not confident?”

And the answer to that was already decided.

“I am confident!”

The lives they had led, the time they had spent.

Everything they had received from Dante.

With that in their possession, there was nothing they couldn’t overcome.

“No complaints in La Ciel?”

Rohan asked towards La Ciel.

“Well, I suppose going through hell several times might be better.”

“…?”

Someone among La Ciel’s candidates muttered an incomprehensible sound.

Clap!

Almani clapped, silencing the chamber.

“Well, then let’s depart for the labyrinth selected today. Everyone, finish your preparations and gather.”

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The labyrinth conquest battle had rarely occurred in the history of Demorus.

Or more precisely, it was rare during the exchange battles.

The three major organizations made efforts to resolve their disputes, and one of the methods used at that time was the labyrinth conquest battle.

Hence, the labyrinth conquest battle could be considered a profound and meaningful method.

“I can already hear screams.”

In front of the labyrinth.

“If you’re going to make a fuss, it’s best to do it now,” Dante said to Rasiel’s candidates.

“Once you’re inside, it’ll be too late.”

“What are you talking about?”

The candidates pricked up their ears like deer.

“Oh, he’s back again.”

“Again? Those guys have been pretending to explore the labyrinth since earlier.”

“It’s absurd.”

Dante thought Rasiel’s reaction was a bit too irritable.

“What’s the grade here?”

“It’s gray.”

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“Ah… It might take a month.”

“But maybe it’ll come out faster this time?”

To Rasiel, Dante was already a nonentity.

“…”

Just babbling among themselves, uttering incomprehensible words.

“Don’t get excited.”

Damos chided them.

“Have you forgotten what trouble you faced due to such provocations before?”

“Damos…”

“It’s inevitable.”

There.

The rippling blue light waves marked the entrance to the labyrinth.

“The trouble is…”

Grin.

Damos’ lips curled in a despicably sinister manner.

“You settle it there.”

A nod.

“Refrain from anger.”

Damos passed through Dante’s candidates as if he himself had become Rohan.

Tap, tap.

Touching shoulders, speaking a word at a time.

“Anger must be unleashed in time to emit that light.”

Damos showed a satisfied expression as he passed them all.

Come to think of it, he was concerned.

Since last night, Sein hadn’t been visible properly.

“Ugh.”

Then, a yawn slipped through the ranks of Rasiel’s candidates.

“Why is he so low-energy?”

Rasiel’s candidates, even if they didn’t pay attention to Dante’s cues, were observing Sein closely.

“…Ah, nervously.”

“That’s the Rich bone you acquired last time.”

Rich bone?

“I heard a kid got sick from chewing on it…”

“The Rich bone?”

“Insane… even thinking about eating that…”

More incomprehensible words.

“They said they caught mice like crazy from evening till morning to relieve anger.”

“Ah. We’re doomed.”

Rasiel seemed to be making a decision about something.

“Let’s finish quickly.”

“Yes. Quickly.”

And then, it was time.

“Is everyone ready?”

Rohan and Alman, standing side by side, spoke to the candidates.

“After entering the Labyrinth, no assistance will be provided. Everything that happens inside will be subject to fate, and anything is allowed for the completion of the goal and survival.”

The light atmosphere became heavy.

Yes, this is it.

This is something that must not be forgotten.

“Stop beating around the bush with ‘do as you will, kill or spare.’”

Into the darkness.

Sain walking out among the candidates.

“Let’s finish quickly. This time, we’ll pluck that vermin’s hair out by the roots.”

“Starting the entry.”

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The first to enter the Labyrinth was Rasiel.

It was Dante’s consideration to turn the preliminary round into a Labyrinth conquest.

Entering first was indeed advantageous, so a little extra advantage was given to Rasiel, who lacked it.

“Rasiel’s team, entry confirmed.”

One of Rasiel’s subordinates reported.

Now.

“Dante.”

Thud!

“Entry.”

It was Dante’s turn.

A determined face.

Not a human of the dark guild, but rather a heavily armed warrior on the battlefield.

Boiling with fervor.

Thud, thud.

Dante began to move his heavy footsteps towards the maze.

“As a first priority, Kimo enters.”

All plans were already laid out.

‘Once those Rasiel guys step into the maze, they won’t know what hit them.’

The density of magic inside the maze and outside differed greatly.

A much higher density of magic was a tremendous burden for the untrained.

Sneer.

It would take time for anyone other than Dante, who had consistently undergone such training, to get accustomed to it.

Yet the reason for leading with a master-level Kimo from the main family.

“Secure the safety.”

Preparation against any possible attack from Rasiel.

“Vita takes the middle.”

And lastly, it was decided that Damos would enter.

A total of twelve.

Dante’s subordinates began to enter one by one, forming each team.

Swoosh.

Watching the disappearing candidates, he felt the tension easing instead.

This strange sense of pressure would soon dissipate.

‘That place is truly my battlefield.’

Where the existence of Damos Demorus would be perfectly reborn.

-Damos.

There was a story that Rohan, who had informed only Damos in advance of the maze conquest, had told.

-Delegating the maze to the Dark Guardian is because the maze is as dangerous as that.

The maze is not the territory of candidates but of successors.

It was a privilege given to Damos that he couldn’t learn within the organization.

-But there is a separate reason.

Thud.

-In the maze…

Yes, in the maze.

-You can obtain treasures that awaken blessings.

Woo-woo-woong!

Before he knew it, Damos was standing at the rippling entrance of the maze.

Everyone except himself had entered the maze.

And by entering the maze, he would be reborn.

By fully awakening the blessing that could be considered his final weakness.

Thud.

His steps echoed.

Damos’s world began to transcend.

Colors and lines reversed, and the boundary between life and death seemed to blur.

The faint light that was shining disappeared into the deep darkness.

Thud!

The magical power of the labyrinth pressing against his whole body could be felt.

“Ugh.”

However, like someone who had trained for it, Damos began to control the magical power and regain his senses.

And then.

Swish!

What he saw was a world ablaze.

“…?”

There are few dangers at the entrance of the labyrinth.

No monsters, no traps exist.

Which means.

“What the hell!”

“Damos!”