The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 81

“As the captain, when I ask a question, you’re supposed to answer, not blabber nonsense.”

Bam.

Sein stood in front of Cyanjin.

Cyanjin seemed to have Eastern bloodlines rarely seen on the continent.

“Damn, he’s tough.”

Considering that Cyanjin, hailing from the East, received numerous bloodline buffs in Shachuri, Sein didn’t know if Cyanjin was even more skilled than the former captain, Gaill.

Moreover.

“It’s a shame.”

Such Cyanjin seemed like a talent to Sein.

“So let’s do this.”

Sein said.

“After all, it seems difficult for you to acknowledge me, right?”

“….”

They were the Dark Division.

Loyal to the commander, but above all, those who prioritize loyalty to the family.

The fact that they turned out so twisted made it hard to acknowledge the saints themselves.

“Let’s have a match.”

Sein said, pressing his forehead against Sienjin’s.

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Taming a wolf required several steps.

And Sein set his mind to tame the 3rd Brutal Force known as the Firewolf Brigade.

Harsh to the worthless.

“I’m ready.”

Sein, who gave multiple chances to the valuable, was ready.

Ultimately, the resistance of the 3rd Brutal Force ticking against Sein was also due to the respect for the former commander, Gail Demoras.

If that respect was directed at himself, it meant gaining subordinates who wouldn’t easily submit even to their own death.

“Are you ready?”

Sein addressed someone.

Although he intended to face Sienjin head-on.

– It’s not appropriate.

Sienjin rejected it.

It seemed he found it difficult to face Sein, the successor, after all.

Of course, the difference in their skills was deemed insignificant.

Hence, Sienjin proposed a pre-battle ceremony.

– I will step forward among us.

The youngest of the 3rd Brutal Force.

Still a master.

– Sein, please send one of your subordinates.

What they desired was one of Sein’s subordinates.

– Subordinates ultimately reflect their master’s face. If we are to belong to Sein, we wish to see Sein’s subordinates.

Submission through strength.

That was the first step in taming a wolf.

But it was not Sein who had to exert that strength, but his subordinates.

“I’m ready.”

It was Roberta.

Deren had yet to engage in this level of combat, and Cecil was still confined to the fortress of despair for the time being.

Considering the available combat forces, only these two remained at the main base.

“Roberta.”

Sein eventually sent out Roberta.

To properly submit them as they desired was the way to true submission.

Roberta had grown much stronger during this time.

Consistently fulfilling the tasks set by Sein and engaging in her own training in her spare time.

Normally, a training method that relies on physical exhaustion would not have shown much effect, but Cecile’s aid helped with her recovery.

Even though she became stronger.

“But she’s still not at the master level.”

She was not someone who could reach the level of a master.

“Are there any rules?”

Sain asked towards Cienne.

“You can show whatever you desire, it’s fine.”

“Is that so?”

Sain simply nodded quietly.

“Roberta.”

“Yes, speak.”

“Do as you please, go wild.”

Roberta, holding a long rapier, was ready to unleash.

But the moment Sain finished speaking.

Tock.

She let go of the rapier she was holding.

“….”

Was it truly the experienced 3rd Division that caused this series of actions?

While harboring doubts about the sequence of events, caution was not delayed.

“I’ll use my fists too.”

Yet, whether intending to provide a handicap, the 3rd Division member also lowered their weapon.

“Do as you wish. Don’t complain later.”

Even so, being a candidate, understanding her lack of experience, it was a display of tolerance and arrogance.

Roberta, who wanted to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

Her skills, honed through countless training with various weapons including the rapier, were exceptional.

However.

“Let’s begin.”

Kwaaang!

Sain corrected her misconception.

The resounding explosion.

Roberta rushing forward and the 3rd Division member’s fist colliding produced a thunderous sound.

“You.”

Sain spoke to Roberta.

“Don’t pick up weapons.”

Up until now, Roberta had been on the wrong path.

Her magic, her movements, the blessings she possessed.

They were.

Kwaaaang!

Qualities of a monarch.

With another thunderous sound, the 3rd Division member staggered back.

Intense?

That word couldn’t express it.

Desperate.

Yes, that word seemed appropriate.

“Cough. Cough.”

Roberta’s beautiful and healthy appearance was filled with blood and flesh, making her look like a leper patient.

In contrast, the three members of the Powerless Unit were only drenched in sweat, with no visible special wounds.

Drip.

Except for a few scratches on the cheeks and forearms.

It was natural.

“Master level.”

They were real masters unlike Dante’s fake masters.

Born with a different bloodline, blessed differently, made with different elixirs and drugs.

Hmm.

Real ones born after battles crossing life and death, after efforts that wore down their bones.

Every year, thousands of humans enter Demorus wanting to become members of the Powerless Unit.

However, among them, less than fifty survive, and only a dozen can enter the unit.

And even among them, only those with skills and experience who are chosen.

-Upper Powerless Unit.

The 3rd Powerless Unit.

Even if she was the youngest among them, Roberta, who had already transcended being a mere candidate, would find it challenging to face.

Even if she had the potential of a king, it was still an unawakened potential.

“You should stop here.”

Sienjin said in a cold tone.

Roberta’s prowess was truly surprising, but it didn’t meet their standards.

That alone earned her some respect.

“Hey.”

At that moment, a colder voice from Sienjin was heard.

“Shut it.”

“…?”

“You think you can just glare at us like that with those eyes? It’s better to shut your mouth before your goodwill towards us turns sour.”

The impudence of a young successor?

It wasn’t that.

Eyes filled with firm belief and trust.

That was Roberta.

No.

“Can a mere successor candidate have such eyes?”

Belief in oneself.

“The training I gave that guy was simple.”

Every day.

“To shed my own life, and spill blood to the limit.”

Roberta’s martial arts had already reached a significant level.

What she needed was the evolution of the blessing she possessed.

In that moment.

Gwoong.

As Roberta’s energy changed, the gaze of the 3rd Legion also changed.

The wounds that were killing Roberta just moments ago began to heal.

If that was all, it wouldn’t have been so surprising.

Having seen countless blessings that could be considered powers while in the Dark Land.

Kwaaaa!

But what truly astonished was the magic that surged explosively.

And the blood Roberta spilled began to rise and envelop her.

That was it.

“There’s no rule saying you can’t use blessings, right?”

The royal qualities she possessed.

It wasn’t just a 4th-grade royal life.

It was more than that.

-3rd grade.

A life even Saints had not experienced.

“Hemohorse.”

The destroyed East, among them, the bloodmares known as the worst.

A life of someone who could turn the world into a sea of blood with just one fist.

Kwaduk!

The arm bone of the 3rd Legion member who blocked Roberta’s fist twisted.

There was a reason Sein took Roberta.

Especially because Roberta deserved respect, even if she wanted it, and did not properly make any agreements.

‘If one is worthy of respect, they should be respected.’

It was because Roberta’s value was worthy of respect to Sein.

Even though she awakened the blessing, Roberta only knew about improving regenerative power and physical abilities.

Sein realized that she had received the life of a bloodhorse as a blessing.

Chyaaa!

He made efforts to nurture that.

A life of a whopping 3rd grade.

But that was why Roberta was unable to use even a tenth of her abilities.

That alone was sufficient.

One day, when she could fulfill her role, she would be qualified to stand by Demorus’ side.

“Heuk…. Heuk….”

Roberta, breathing heavily.

Under her feet, the ground was soaked with thick blood.

Thud.

She finally collapsed.

On the other side.

“Heuk…. Heuk….”

The youngest member of the 3rd Unit also gasped for air, exhausted.

Unlike when they didn’t use blessings, the youngest member, bearing many wounds, was now panting heavily.

“Let’s call it a day here.”

Sain said.

“I’ve lost.”

“……”

“You’re still lacking. It can’t be helped.”

No one could speak up against Sain’s confident voice.

“……”

Roberta’s fierce fighting spirit, leaving everyone in awe, made them ponder deeply.

Roberta, who charged forward relentlessly.

Every move she made seemed dedicated solely to this moment.

Even in mere sparring, even in a battle for Sain, her nobility shone through.

“We’ll call it a draw.”

Enough to impress the 3rd Unit.

“No, a win is a win.”

But Sain was resolute.

“You’re free to disobey orders until you properly concede.”

Taming the wolves.

“But do me a favor, just one thing for the family.”

The 3rd Unit might not understand.

Sain using the word “favor” acknowledged their skills.

“Better than my former personal knights.”

Despite their shortcomings, the youngest member who defeated Roberta, utilizing the power of the Blood Pact, proved their worth.

“Today, we disband here.”

They showcased all they had to offer.

Today ends here.

“Everyone, get to work.”

As Sain turned away so nonchalantly, the 3rd Unit, rather than feeling relieved, stood rooted to the spot for a while before disbanding.

After receiving the 3rd Division, a few days later with them and the trackers.

“What’s going on?”

One of the members of the 3rd Division came to see Sein.

His name was Indus.

He was one of the senior members of the 3rd Division, having climbed from the bottom to a considerable position.

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It was said that he used to be a slave employed by Demorus’ users.

“I’m finally here to greet you.”

Indus bowed deeply towards Sein and spoke.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Sis.”

“….”

Images of Ichae came to Sein’s mind.

“I knew Sis had excellent intel, but you seem to have even better connections than I thought.”

To think that the supporter of Sis, who was treated as a half-breed in the main house, was a member of the 3rd Division.

“Are others like that too?”

Sis had mentioned some supporters, but said the rest would come on their own.