The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 91

Zeeeing!

Red lines began to appear all over the Titan’s body.

“…!”

Sein was genuinely surprised.

“…Is this your doing?”

He spoke towards the white mask behind him.

“…You even know the meltdown code?”

Not only did he know how to properly operate the Titan, but he also knew how to trigger a meltdown.

It was clear.

-Deal with these disgusting things once again.

Those were the ones Sein had personally eliminated.

However, a considerable amount of time had passed, and now there could be someone who had grasped the Titan’s operational mechanism.

If only that was the extent of what unfolded next.

Uuuung.

Finally, the white mask moved.

A raised hand, where a cluster of golden lights began to gather.

Kakakaang!

The masked figures rushed forward as if waiting for that moment.

In the following moment.

Whoosh.

The white mask extended its palm towards Sein.

Gwoong.

Golden lines.

Drip.

Blood trickled down Sein’s cheek.

There was a slender hole pierced through the dark thorn Sein was holding.

If he hadn’t been prepared for what the white mask was about to do.

Drip.

Where blood flows, the forehead must have turned into a battlefield not one’s cheeks.

“…I’m going crazy.”

It was sincere.

How many times has he been this surprised starting the final chapter?

As surprised as when he saw Tejera?

“A Divine Punishment…?”

What that guy just wrote was for the Paladins.

Or.

Zing!

It was the top-tier sacred attack magic that only saints could use.

Once again, a golden laser flew towards him.

Urgently, he rolled his feet, creating multiple layers of dark thorns.

But that was all it could do, barely grazing his trajectory.

Drip.

Sein’s breathing became heavier.

As if the cooldown was short, Sein adjusted his stance at the reckless divine punishment flying towards him.

“Ha.”

Once again, he could only let out a bitter laugh.

As if he knew what he was going to do, how he was going to think.

Wooooong!

In the white-masked hand, a vivid golden light gathered unlike before.

That too was a divine punishment.

But unlike before.

Kwaaaaah!

The destructive power was qualitatively different.

The golden light that approached Sein, despite his efforts to twist his body and cast a barrier all over him, was in vain.

Kwaang!

Avoiding a fatal blow was all Sein could do.

Thrown back by the immense power of the golden beam, Sein was pushed out until he felt like losing consciousness, only then could he see clearly.

Clang.

He was holding the Tundra embedded in the Titan’s body.

Normally, he would have laughed.

If one were to grab the Tundra without proper preparation, the body would burn in resistance to the Holy Sword.

But because of what he had just experienced.

“…Damn.”

Sein couldn’t help but curse.

That white mask.

“This is screwed up.”

Saint.

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Feeling like his arm was about to be ripped off.

It hurt as if his back was being torn apart by a troll.

“….”

Squelch.

In reality, Saint was being dragged by someone.

“What are you doing.”

Saint asked with a hoarse voice.

“Are you awake?”

An irritated voice.

“What are you doing.”

Upon Saint’s words, Cecile released the arm she was holding onto.

Thud.

Saint fell to the ground without resistance, feeling even greater pain in his already hurting back.

“Son of a…!”

In his heart, he wanted nothing more than to smash Cecile’s head with his fist right then and there.

But his body did not move as he wished, and at most, leaning against the rock was all he could manage.

And.

“Why are you in such a mess.”

Seeing Cecile’s appearance, the thought of hitting her head with his fist disappeared.

Covered in wounds.

Like poisoned, with bluish veins running through every part of her body, and a face filled with bruises and swelling.

“Don’t… stand up….”

As Cecile, who was standing, collapsed before him, he barely managed to catch her.

Saint looked around.

“….”

An unfelt darkness.

It seemed that Cecile had taken care of him and managed to escape the turmoil while he was unconscious.

Unconscious.

“…Damn it.”

Saint, who knew better than anyone how dangerous it was to lose consciousness, even more so than entering Demorus and facing the trials by sheer will.

But this time….

“Damn it…!”

He genuinely lost consciousness.

Faint memories seemed to float up like fragments.

When the white mask pulled out Tundra, the Titan began to rage completely.

A raging Titan was a daunting presence, wearing down Blackgana and Palladium relentlessly.

Moreover.

Blaze!

As the white mask effortlessly conjured flames into the world, it seemed as if it had been using Tundra all along.

His own downfall.

The memory ended there.

What happened to Immortal.

What happened to Palladium.

“Kick.”

The one thing that seemed somewhat certain.

“Jagar, you’re halfway gone.”

Seeing Sesil, who had faced Jagar, in such a state, he was sure that Jagar wasn’t unscathed either.

Yet, Sein’s expression was dark.

‘Was I arrogant.’

Confident in knowing everything, he believed he could navigate the newly unfolding world just fine.

Thinking his cheat-infused body would face no obstacles ahead.

In reality.

-First defeat.

This was Sein’s first defeat.

“Ugh.”

Sein rose to his feet.

‘Let’s not dwell on useless thoughts.’

This wasn’t arrogance, he had done his best.

And he would continue to do so.

“Damn… light.”

Unlike Sesil, Sein carried Sesil on his back.

Almost as if he was sound asleep, not even his breathing could be heard clearly.

“I… “

Sein mumbled, dragging his heavy footsteps.

He may have lost this time, but it would be different next time.

Eventually, everyone would kneel before him.

He believed in himself.

“I’m a cheat… player…”

He would tightly seal away what he had hidden deep in his heart.

Sein’s eyes had returned to their original state.

“S**t. I’m in trouble.”

Though his physical condition was slow to recover.

The entrance to the whirlpool seemed to be one, but the exit felt different.

Otherwise, if one were to throw themselves into the whirlpool of Zone 7, they would not have landed in Zone 8.

Judging by the state of the room, it was impossible to think that the room had moved from Zone 7 to Zone 8.

A city they had barely arrived in.

“Stop.”

The guards blocked the way.

Ping.

Coins bounced off naturally.

The guards’ eyes gleamed at the sight.

“….”

Those who passed coins as toll without a word.

Looking at the ragged fugitives, who had not eaten or slept properly for years, one word came to mind.

‘Fugitives.’

Fugitives were nothing less than a goldmine for the guards.

“Ahem.”

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Moreover, they threw not silver but gold coins.

Fugitives with bulging pockets.

If they played their cards right, they could earn enough allowance to eat and drink in comfort for months.

“In…side.”

Carefully, they opened the castle gate to let them in.

Silently carrying the girl into the city, they entered.

After walking for a while and disappearing.

Click.

The castle gate closed its mouth again.

“….”

The guards remained speechless for a long time.

Rummaging through the pockets of fugitives was the guards’ way of earning extra money.

Though they spent all that they had, they were the ones who could afford it.

“Haa… Haa…”

There were beings that should never be touched.

“Insane. Thought I was going to die.”

Those eyes were unsettling.

The guards felt as if they had just seen a dragon.

Zone 8’s city, Grimma.

The lower district, not as dark as the three generations of the Dark City, could still be described as a city touched by the breath of Demorus.

The best inn in Grimma, the Dancing Rose.

“Hush.”

The strangers examined the inn, their fingers touching their lips.

“Did you hear about them?”

A few days ago, rumors had spread to the guards about the strange fugitives who had entered the city.

-Why did they give gold coins without a word?

Stories of a young man and a girl.

-Cough, I’m a man of integrity. If they hadn’t begged to be let in, begged to be let in, I would have taken more from them if they hadn’t cooperated.

For the ruffians in the back alleys with close ties to the guards, the rumor had already spread like wildfire.

But there was a hierarchy in everything.

“Still, they are fugitives.”

Having acquired the priority, the DeSera Family, the most influential faction controlling the back alleys.

They were now watching the Dancing Rose where the fugitives were staying.

“If they’re staying at the Dancing Rose, their pockets must still be heavy.”

The owner of the Dancing Rose had reportedly seen several gleaming gold coins.

All transactions were prepaid.

Grin.

To the leader of the DeSera Family, DeSera, they felt like golden goblins.

In the legend, the more you hit them, the more they cry, and those tears turn into gold.

Moreover.

“Do not harm the young girl.”

The guards made it clear.

-It was a disgrace, but the innocence of the young one was remarkable, right?

-Tsk.

Grin.

DeSera smiled.

A treasure among treasures.

For the DeSera Family, it was not just about being considered a significant family in Grimma, but the chance to become the top family ruling the back alleys of Grimma.

As it grew even darker.

Whoosh.

A torch was lit on the wall of the Dancing Rose inn.

That was the signal.

“Let’s go.”

The DeSera Family began to move.

Step by step.

Capturing a young girl and a young man, fugitives though they were.

Most of the fugitives were insignificant, but occasionally, there were some dangerous ones among them.

‘That can’t be. These must be the ones who dared to raid the master’s treasure chest and flee.’

If not.

Sneer.

‘Perhaps a lunatic who fled with the master’s daughter.’

If not, then why wouldn’t this pair and this city fit together?

If he were truly terrifying, there was no way he could spend days dancing like a man possessed by fear, with a rose stuck in his teeth, not even bothering to bask in the sun.

“Innkeeper.”

Desera, entering the inn, spoke.