The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 75

When that day comes, Sein will rule as a greater presence with unrivaled power.

“I will remember…”

Remy’s tone changed.

“Hey, let’s not talk like this between friends.”

Sein said with a smile.

With that, Sein, who was still just a successor candidate, became the one who inserted a human into the center.

As we move forward, turning Lemmy into the perfect subordinate.

The next stop for Sein was the back alley where Deren was.

“Borféo has completely become my territory.”

As long as Sein doesn’t die, the whole continent will acknowledge that Borféo belongs to Sein.

“From now on, Borféo’s back alleys will be patrolled by outsiders.”

“Me, really?”

Cyclops was taken aback by Sein’s words.

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

Of course, he didn’t.

Thanks to Sein, Borféo held an overwhelmingly dominant position even in Zone 8.

The flourishing business, trade with Antara, and even the occasional confrontations with the nobles all implied the complete autonomy of the back alleys.

To those who embraced the darkness, Borféo was nothing short of a mithril mine.

“And Deren is coming with me.”

Sein was now taking care of the tasks he had postponed as the heir apparent.

– Deren is coming with me.

Originally, the idea of leaving Deren in Borféo to rot was never considered.

Deren was one of the treasures Sein possessed.

Leaving Deren in Borféo was solely for the purpose of protecting her.

Now that she had become Demorus’s heir apparent, it was time to bring Deren back.

– Parfi will stay here.

Furthermore, Sein had brought Parfi, Demorus’s master blacksmith, to Borféo this time.

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Parti seemed full of discontent.

Having grown up in Zone 3, breathing clean air and eating good food, Borféo in Zone 8 must have seemed like hell to her.

-Understood.

However, she obeyed Sein’s orders.

Entering Sein’s organization, Semoral, she vowed to endure any hardship and learn something from Sein.

-Aaron, you take charge of teaching her.

-But…

Aaron seemed extremely flustered.

Teaching Demorus’s master blacksmith.

That too.

-You mean Parfen’s granddaughter!

Being mentioned as the granddaughter of Parfen, known as the greatest blacksmith on the continent.

Though Aaron had regained his determination and youth, for a moment he seemed to age again.

“Aaron’s skill is incomparable to Demorus’s master blacksmiths.”

His skill was indeed remarkable, but it couldn’t be compared to the continent’s top class.

However, Aaron had his own uniqueness.

Struggle and collapse.

To overcome that, they started from the bottom.

In truth, there was a bigger reason than that.

– Extracting top-quality ore like in the upper districts of Borfeo.

The reason Borfeo became a great city even in the 8th district is that the stored mineral resources were quite excellent.

But Lord Remi of Borfeo would not know.

Sneer.

That there were minerals deep underground in Borfeo that they had not yet discovered.

It was something that could be felt due to the many experiences and skills possessed by the Sein.

Yet, it was something they had not yet revealed to anyone.

“Who would have known.”

That Orharcon, which received a unique grade evaluation as a mineral itself, was buried deep underground in Borfeo.

“Been a while since we traveled together?”

“An honor, Captain.”

Sein set out on the road again with Deren.

And where they arrived was.

“Open the gate! Lord Demorus is approaching!”

Antara.

It was the last city touched by Sein.

The experienced guards of Antara did not dare to block Lord Demorus’s carriage.

From the moment the carriage was seen in the distance, they had the gate open and ready.

Swish.

Before leaving for Chichiron, Sein had sent Sesil ahead to Antara.

Entering Antara like that.

“Nice.”

Tarrian firmly held the business district, and Oltomeo was once again spreading its wings here.

It seemed to have undergone greater changes and developments than before, perhaps due to Sein’s touch.

Swoosh.

The groom tried to rise, but Sein raised his hand to stop him.

“Welcome back to Antara, Sein Heir Candidate.”

The man who approached the carriage and bowed his head was familiar.

“Long time no see, Dokjong.”

Palu.

It was none other than the low-ranking intelligence officer of Oltomeo who had not shown respect even when slapped like a dog.

“Looking good?”

“Heh. All thanks to you, Sein. It was unfair to be slapped back then, but thanks to that, I’m here now.”

It seemed Palu had been promoted through several experiences with Sein.

He now held the role of Sein’s exclusive contact point at Oltomeo, a position that seemed to rival Oltomeo’s chief, Britz.

“Britz must be jealous.”

“He has also been promoted. Of course, thanks to you, Sein.”

“So.”

Sein’s voice remained the same, but his eyes sank.

“Why have you come all the way here?”

“Shikchungi-nim has been kidnapped.”

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Shikchungi.

A term referring to Cecile.

It was Palu who first suggested it after seeing Sein use it several times.

– Shall we use that as the code name?

Sein agreed, thinking it wasn’t a bad idea, and from then on, in Otomeo, Cecile was referred to as Shikchungi.

“It’s been a while, Barus.”

“No pleasantries.”

Barus, the top aide of Tarion, said, bowing deeply.

His demeanor spoke volumes.

As if he had been through fierce battles, his clothes were all torn apart.

“Recovery?”

“Not yet.”

Even with his bishop-level sanctity, wounds that refused to heal lingered on him.

“You as well.”

At Sein’s words, Barus bowed even deeper.

“Location?”

Sein spoke towards Palu, seemingly indifferent.

“We are tracking it, seems to be in Anshik.”

“Cross or those guys.”

Why do they keep hiding there?

Well, the reasons are quite obvious, aren’t they?

“What about what we discussed before?”

Sein asked Barus.

“They have been selected.”

Barus, who posed as a slave trader.

His influence, already substantial at the top, grew even more thanks to Sein.

Especially after the events in Contra, where he profited greatly from the demon incident, he had expanded his influence not only in Antara but in other regions as well.

Sein had told him something.

– Buy all the slaves with speaking abilities.

Slaves.

– Even those who have completed their education.

What Sein desired in Antara were people.

Barus was in the process of gathering the people Sein wanted.

“…Sein-nim. He’s not an easy opponent.”

Varus spoke in a cautious voice.

“You must move right away. The Saint is in danger….”

But Varus closed his mouth, looking at the yawning face of Sein.

Distant.

Varus clenched his teeth.

Was the Saint’s value to Sein really only this much?

Despite knowing that, he had accepted the proposal.

“Hey. Look at your expression.”

It was indeed somewhat resentful to know that was the only way out.

Thud!

Varus hit his head on the ground and said, “She is as precious as my life!”

The girl entrusted to Sein, who was practically his father.

And it was Varus who took care of everything about that girl and spent the most time with her.

In essence, a presence no different from a father.

-Dad.

In fact, when Cecile, who suffered from aphasia, first spoke to Varus, that was what she said.

“Please! I will obey all your orders in the future! I will do anything! Save the Saint…! Save Cecile!”

Knowing his position, Varus simply begged.

“Hey.”

Sein said to Varus.

“Don’t worry.”

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Cecile kidnapped by gangsters.

It was obvious who that force was.

And where they had hidden afterwards was also the same.

“Not bad.”

The Inquisition interrogator, the Iron Cross Knights, had been annihilated by Sein.

However, the Inquisition interrogators in the temple were not the only ones, and among the temple forces, there were others who remained and targeted Cecile.

The situation where the presence of the Saint had already been revealed.

“How many times?”

“This is the second time.”

The second time since the Iron Cross.

The previous time was well blocked on Varus’s side, but this time seemed different.

The front of the collapsed sanctuary.

The sacred magic circle spread there, preventing outsiders from entering.

Pazhit! Pajizhit!

A mid-level sacred magic circle that would bring divine punishment if touched by an unauthorized person.

“Here.”

Sein sighed as he looked at it.

“With the authority of a bishop, how can you not handle this as well?”

Barus just nodded at Sein’s words.

It was inevitable.

The temple’s power, completely divided, could only lead to their own destruction; there was no continuation for them.

“I will send you the materials related to the sacred magic circle, study them.”

“Thank you.”

Sein said so, slowly taking out Bastion and placing it on the sacred magic circle.

The magic circle that had not allowed any approach until now.

Crackle!

In an instant, it vanished and disappeared.

“…!”

Barus looked at the sight in astonishment.

“Saintline.”

Saintline.

“Isn’t this the temple’s magic barrier?”

“They are the only ones who use this kind of magic structure.”

Sein took the lead as Barus and Tarian’s forces finally entered the sanctuary.

In the distance.

“The Holy Sword must be here!”

A voice was heard.

“The maiden can find it!”

“Though the sanctuary has crumbled, the Holy Sword cannot be destroyed!”

Voices pleading.

Their desperation was palpable.

“If only we find the Holy Sword….”

“Oh, maiden. Please believe in us, not the false ones.”

Voices praying towards the sanctuary.

Sigh.

If no laughter comes out, it must be false.

Each of their words.

“It’s ridiculous.”

Indeed, it was ridiculous.

“Who are these people!”

“How did they break through the sacred seven barriers?”

The look of surprise and confusion was priceless.

“You!”

Even the reaction shown towards Barus.

Someone who once ran away after defeat had made it all the way here.

In front of them stood a stranger.

“…!”

Clad in black attire, with a pattern drawn on the chest.

“Demorus!”

It seemed they thought Barus had brought Demorus along.

Those who had just been kneeling and pleading towards the sanctuary moments ago.

Clang!

Thrusting the sword towards the sanctuary while embracing it.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Intimidation.

“If you come near, I’ll slit the saint’s throat.”

Initially, they wouldn’t have seen the sanctuary as a saint.

They probably viewed it as evidence to gather the power of the temple.

Facing death and willing to abandon everything to save their own lives.

“Well, this is a mess.”

Though it’s an inappropriate statement as one of the causes of the mess, what can be done?

“Are you here to find the Holy Sword?”

“…! How did you know?”