The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 69

That they had come from the main house.

Throughout the continent, there was only one who could use a black carriage.

Demorus.

“Welcome.”

Alman personally stepped forward to greet them.

“They have come to see the successor candidate for Lashiel.”

The stern voice did not show any courtesy towards Alman.

But it was accepted.

– Main house.

Because it was the main house.

Eventually, even if Lashiel was established as Demorus’s third organization, and Master Alman had royal blood flowing through his veins, it couldn’t be helped.

That was it.

“The main house brats have no damn manners.”

Because it was the main house.

At Sein’s words, the people from the main house did not even frown.

“I like that.”

“Are you Sein Demorus?”

Sein’s status was different from before.

Now belonging to Lashiel.

“Yes.”

Upon hearing that, they knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads.

“You will be escorted to the main house, as 89.”

“You will be escorted to the main house, as 71.”

They were not given names.

Tools of Demorus.

No more, no less.

“Lashiel still had a hint of human life, but it seems the main house lacks that, huh?”

They did not respond to Sein’s sarcastic joke.

“Will you be accompanying Roberta Demorus to the main house as well?”

They spoke to Roberta, who would be heading to the main house with them, in a completely different manner.

“Yes.”

Roberta, like Sein, couldn’t treat them the same way.

A perfectly divided hierarchy.

All the candidates watching this scene realized that this was the real world.

“You ride on horseback.”

“Understood.”

At that moment.

“Saint Demorus.”

It was Alman who called out to Saint.

“Do not think that your home is the same as Rasciel’s.”

It was Alman who had already discussed this several times.

“That place is an arena and a battlefield.”

It was a gaze full of sincerity.

“…But still, if it’s you.”

Nod.

Alman placed his hand on Saint’s chest.

They couldn’t publicly announce their relationship yet.

That’s why.

“I believe the Saint’s successor will do well.”

This was the best reassurance Alman could offer.

“Go.”

There was no time for further farewells.

If he didn’t like it, he would have punched him.

“Let’s go.”

Leaving should be easy.

With Cessil by his side, Saint walked towards Roberta.

Having received permission from his home, there was no need to hesitate.

Before boarding the carriage, Saint looked back at Rasciel.

The remaining candidates, the faces of those with and without identity.

Alman Demorus.

“Don’t worry.”

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He believed in himself.

This was something he couldn’t even say to himself.

‘I’m a cheat player.’

Demorus already belongs to me.

Demorus’s home is located in Zone 3.

It was truly a top-tier area.

Naturally, when leaving Rasciel and crossing into the zone, qualitatively different gateways existed than before.

“….”

To the extent that it caught Saint’s attention and interest.

However, all of that was futile.

Hyaah!

The carriage never stopped anywhere.

Blocking the carriage of Demorus cloaked in black was someone who never truly existed.

Zone 4.

And just before entering Zone 3 where Demorus’s main residence was.

Thud!

The incident occurred at that moment.

The shaking carriage.

“Kid.”

In response to Sein’s call, now a rather ladylike Cecil looked at Sein.

“Prepare yourself.”

Nodding.

Cecil nodded her head fiercely.

Kwaaang!

Sein’s world began to turn upside down.

As if an explosion was happening beneath the carriage, it started spinning.

Thud!

In the midst of the carriage rotating in mid-air, Sein came out through the carriage door and stepped on the ground.

Thud.

Standing next to him was Cecil.

What they first saw were dead horses and Demorus’s guides.

“Ugh!”

It was the injured Roberta.

Just a few seconds ago, Sein noticed something was amiss.

All of this had happened in just those few seconds.

“Is this the end?”

Sein drew his sword.

Swish, swish.

The shadows finally revealed themselves, surrounding them from all directions.

“Are you Sein Demorus?”

The one clad in black seemed like the leader, speaking.

Sein.

Kwaaang!

In an explosively fast speed, he charged towards the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, Sein was standing in front of him.

Swa-ack!

Sein’s sword was aiming for the throat of the one clad in black.

Shrrrr!

However, a flying iron chain somewhere began to entangle Sein.

A moment.

If that time had been given, Sein would have severed the throat of the one clad in black.

But alas, that moment was lacking.

With a thud, thud.

Sein’s sword was only touching the skin of the figure in black.

“As crazy as they say, huh?”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

Iron chains that bound his entire body.

‘The Iron Chains of Valdrak.’

Unlike the composure he had just shown, Sein’s heart was now heavy beyond measure.

This was no ordinary iron chain.

“It’s the Iron Chains of Valdrak. It pierces into your body, disrupting the flow of magic. I’ve heard that poison doesn’t affect you.”

“The upper levels are truly different.”

From the quality and depth of information.

The way Sein had presented himself so far, and the powers he possessed, these people seemed to be well aware of them.

Thud!

A sound came from one side as Roberta’s knees buckled.

On the other side, Cecil resisted before being restrained by them.

“Wow.”

A genuine admiration.

The guides of Demorus were definitely not weak.

Sein, Cecil, Roberta, all had grown stronger after traversing two labyrinths, and they could be confident in their strength.

The current Sein was at a mid-level, but when you combined everything Sein had, he was a master, if not more.

“Shall we show you more of what we’ve prepared?”

The figure in black spoke to Sein.

“How kind. If you don’t want to see it, we won’t force you.”

“If you follow without resistance, I suppose we can show you.”

Even for the current Sein, the Iron Chains of Valdrak were difficult to break.

‘There is a way, though.’

It bothered him that, as the figure in black had mentioned, there were more things prepared.

“Who are you? How dare you provoke Demorus without fear?”

“That’s…”

Something had unknowingly ended up in the hands of the figure in black.

Seeing it, Sein looked bewildered.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

The essence of Queen Beholder.

A legendary item known for its rarity, dropped by raid-level boss monsters in the past, with even the probability of obtaining it being extremely low.

Woong!

The moment it emitted light, Sein’s consciousness was cut off.

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“Kidnapped at last after all this time of living.”

Sein, bound to a chair.

Wrapped around his body were the iron chains of Baldurak, and the chair he was sitting on looked like an unusual object.

“Sein, are you okay?”

Roberta spoke in a faint voice.

It was all because of the Queen Beholder’s essence.

An item with a strong deceptive nature that even disregarded most resistance.

Originally meant to shatter someone’s mind and paralyze them, those guys were using it to render them unconscious.

“Who worries about whom.”

“I am, your guard….”

But even the resisting Roberta reached her limit there.

Once again, she lost consciousness.

Fortunately, Cecil was bound in a corner, clearly watching Sein.

Sein gestured to Cecil.

‘Don’t do anything foolish.’

A nod.

A turning situation.

Their situation.

When he tried to grasp it all in his mind.

“It’s really as I’ve heard.”

The figure of the Dark One appeared again.

What stood out was the gold brooch on his chest.

“To resist the essence of the Queen Beholder and still have your wits about you, impressive indeed.”

It was a voice genuinely filled with admiration.

“I excel in mental strength.”

“You seem quite relaxed.”

He brought a chair and sat down.

Meanwhile, other Dark Ones surrounded the area.

“Who are you all? How dare you provoke Demoros?”

Sein leaned on Demoros’s name.

“I heard you were sharp despite appearances, was that just a rumor?”

“Oh, pride is hurt.”

“Then speak up.”

The face drew closer.

His robe seemed like a magical item, completely concealing his face.

“What do you think we are?”

An assault from the gateway transitioning from the 4th zone to the 3rd zone.

Those who casually used items potent enough to save a castle with just one.

Boldness in provoking Demoros.

“……”

The Golden Brooch.

As Sein silently glared at the figure in black, a smile finally crept onto his lips.

Sneer.

A smile.

“The rumors of your brilliance were indeed true. Rumors are trustworthy after all.”

“Weren’t there rumors that say otherwise?”

Standing up, the figure in black taunted Sein, but it was futile.

“If you’ve figured out who we are, then you must have also guessed what we are capable of.”

Other shadows approached Sein.

“It’s disappointing that you are immune to our venom. We could have had more fun if that weren’t the case.”

The shadows produced jet-black daggers.

“From now on, we will thoroughly dissect you.”

The figure in black spoke with delight.

“Identifying your weaknesses and what you possess.”

In an instant.

Thud!

One of the shadows plunged a dagger into Sein’s palm.

“Ughhh!”

Sein groaned, his eyes wide open in pain.

“It’s going to be a very enjoyable time.”

And so, hell began.

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There was no day or night there.

Crack!

Sleep was not allowed.

Eating was forbidden.

“Hah!”

Breathing was not permitted.