The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 96

The boundary between the game and reality.

The moment that dilemma crumbled, they realized.

“I am a player, yet I am not a player.”

The thought that the training methods that only worked for NPCs would also work for oneself.

The advantages of NPCs and players merging into one.

“I must reach that level to be a cheat player.”

That’s what they believed.

“I understand where you’ve reached.”

Arin said.

“But this alone won’t make you the heir of Demorus.”

What the being showed was the power of an absolute ruler.

No matter where they went, they would be greatly recognized, and thinking about their future potential, it was truly astonishing.

However, the being was the bloodline of Demorus, the one who would become the heir.

“The story has been heard.”

Arin spoke.

“Awakening to blessings.”

The awakening of blessings.

“…I must have asked you to come at me with all your might, right?”

Arin’s momentum shifted.

The recent sparring seemed like a favor to the saint.

Kukukuku-!

A surge of magic began to emanate, shaking the very foundations of the castle of despair.

“Yes. They called it the ancestor’s blessing.”

“So, the rumors were true.”

Only a few had seen the saint’s blessing.

It was all because Lashiel, who knew the truth, controlled the information about the saint’s blessing.

The ancestor’s blessing was a great power, but it could attract too much attention.

“Why aren’t you using it?”

“To be honest, it’s hard to control.”

That was why Saint hesitated to use the blessing.

Even though they trained, using the blessing felt like going berserk, destroying everything in their path, including Saint.

Uncontrollable power was nothing but poison.

They thought it would take time to use it properly.

“Bring it out.”

Arin was telling Saint to bring out that blessing.

“Because as your guardian, that’s what I should do for you.”

Woong!

The storm that had been raging entered Arin.

Eyes sinking even deeper.

They had to admit it.

“I will guide you in the proper use of the blessing and even its release.”

Arin made it clear that even with Saint at full power, they couldn’t defeat them.

Gguggeuk.

Darkness emanating from under Saint’s feet.

‘Corruption.’

Saint unleashed the blessing.

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Arin, who was incredibly busy, sparred and conversed with Saint without rest, catching up on the lessons that had been neglected.

It was what Saint had hoped for too.

“I thought it would take… a month.”

Arin chuckled unexpectedly and said.

The Opening of Blessing.

It was to fully open the power of blessing, bringing it into contact with the darkness that was already creeping into the world.

Granting the nature of darkness to the blessing, enhancing its abilities.

– Awaken the blessing before turning twenty if you have the blood of the Dark Family.

As possessors of great blood, awakening the blessing was easy for them.

However.

– Among them, succeeding in opening the blessing is a rare occurrence.

Among them, very few succeeded in opening the blessing.

Only those who succeeded in opening the blessing were considered qualified to be successors from the main family.

It took over ten years for those who were born under the influence of the blessing, awakened to it, and trained to finally achieve the opening.

However, Sein.

Exceptional.

“How do you see me?”

Succeeded in opening the blessing in less than three days.

“Is there a next step?”

“That’s something I can’t teach you. You have to achieve it yourself.”

“Fine then.”

As long as it exists.

“Well then….”

Arin shared many stories.

Blessing, Demorus, Gaju.

“If it’s about the New Empire.”

Secrets.

Arin straightforwardly told Sein things that even other guardians wouldn’t dare to mention.

She was Sein’s guardian and partner at the same time.

“Well, it seems like you’re treating it like homework.”

Sein noticed something in Arin’s attitude.

Also, being Sein.

“How long will it take?”

He was aware of the reason as well.

“It might take at least a year.”

The time Arin needed to empty.

“Sein.”

Arin called Sein.

“The situation on the continent is not looking good.”

“It’s been messed up from the start, hasn’t it?”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Arin said.

“The rise of the sect, the people you mentioned with the white masks.”

“….”

“The secrets hidden by the Darklings are increasing, and the movements in the Dark Zone are ominous.”

Things that Arin, who roams the scene, can know.

“Something massive is about to begin.”

“Exactly as I hoped.”

Sein replied.

“To uproot a firmly rooted tree, you must first shake it. If others take care of that for you, you should be grateful.”

“That’s true.”

Swish.

Arin pulled something out in her own space.

“…What is this?”

An item even Sein had never seen before.

Resembling a small bead, it held an indescribable vast magical power, seeming to contain something unspeakable on its own.

“It’s rare even for me. It’s called a Soul Stone.”

“…!”

“It’s the final gift I give as your sponsor. You’ll understand its value perfectly. Next time…”

Arin smiled subtly.

That smile seemed to radiate light.

“Let’s meet under different circumstances.”

Not a successor candidate, but a successor.

Above that.

***

“Allow the return of Jhagar.”

In the reopened Council, Jhagar was released from probation.

With Sesil’s help in recovering his strength, and Jhagar’s support base having secured his return.

“If you have tarnished the name of Demorus, turning it into glory is also your duty. I’ll give you one last chance.”

“Thank you for your generosity.”

Jhagar, who had become a bit more solemn than before, replied with respect.

“…Regarding the Immortalga…”

The long-awaited Council took quite a while.

Sein participated in the meeting, sensing many changes from before.

The interest directed towards him, filled with deep kindness and curiosity.

“Sein Demorus. What do you think?”

The evaluation of the Council towards him had also risen.

It was not common for the successor candidate to be asked for opinions in the Council.

Jhagar had never experienced it, only Coolran or Tampia could have such an experience.

“It seems best to act first. We are none other than…”

Having the right demeanor.

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“Demorus, after all.”

I discard the unnecessary.

“Excellent. Let’s devise a plan reflecting that.”

Those present responded to Tezera’s words accordingly.

The conclusion of the Council of Elders.

“We shall resume the mission that was put on hold.”

It was a declaration by Demorus, who had been cautious since the Holy Sword incident, to fully resume his activities.

“Prove what exists before the name of Demorus.”

“It is but an honor.”

They all replied in unison.

“Before the name of Demorus, there is only honor.”

“Indeed.”

The Council of Elders adjourned.

“……”

On the way out of the meeting, the gazes of other successors conveyed their thoughts.

Coolran was indifferent.

Tampia was curious.

“Do you have something to say?”

Barje showed kindness.

“No! Not yet.”

Barje replied to Sein’s question.

“Don’t bother me, go away.”

“Let’s have a meal together next time!”

An annoying guy.

“Sein, sir.”

As they left the Council Hall, Ferio approached Sein and called out to him.

“What’s going on?”

“There have been several requests for meetings.”

“Decline them.”

It was better to keep them craving for more.

“Yes. And…”

Ferio continued.

“We have received a mission request.”

“A mission request?”

This was a vague matter.

For a successor, receiving a mission was customary.

Among the numerous requests coming in for Demorus, the Council would decide which ones were suitable for a successor to handle and assign them accordingly.

A request meant…

“A designation?”

It meant a designation.

A designation that Sein had once received.

At that time, I obtained a Valak.

“Yes.”

Feryo replied.

“Where did you come from?”

If Demorus was assigning a mission to him, it was quite plausible.

It was inevitable that some interest would arise.

And he also wanted to escape from this suffocating home.

“Zone 2….”

Feryo said.

“It’s a request from Lord Remi Borfeo.”

Grin.

The territory received from Demorus was not a nominal request.

Since he was the only one who could afford it with the money he had, Demorus had provided it.

It was like going to buy a luxury item.

– Give me the cheapest one.

It could be said that it was a story like that.

In other words, it wasn’t a nominal request.

As with anyone, obtaining what you wanted was not easy.

Obtaining a nominal request was no different from buying what you wanted, so it must have required a huge amount of money.

Moreover, with Sein’s reputation having risen greatly now, the cost would have skyrocketed astronomically.

‘He must have gone through a lot.’

Remi must have spent a huge amount of money to call himself.

“Identity verification is complete.”

Security and inspection that seemed to look into the past.

“Welcome to Poryshe, Sein Demorus.”

Sein entered Zone 2, Poryshe, without any attendant.

Unless you were a central figure, the number of guests who could be invited was limited, and Zone 2 was precisely such a place.

Zone 2 was not only a city but also the center of the empire.

“It’s amazing.”

Sein said, taking in the view.

From Zone 4 onwards, it was like that, but Zone 2 was truly different.

It was exactly as it was in the past Chutuary.

No.

‘It’s even more than that.’

The density of magic that could be felt, well-dried architectural structures.

Even the well-polished streets in the meticulously planned city.

“Nice to meet you for the first time, Sein Demorus.”

Even the gestures, smiles, and faces of the people.

“I am Harkom, the servant of Lord Remi Borfeo. I will escort you to Lord Remi’s mansion.”

It was so reminiscent of the past that it could even evoke Sein’s nostalgia.

Sein, riding in the carriage, continued to capture the surrounding scenery as he moved forward.

“There are more people than I thought.”

Although there was a perception that the Second Zone was a land where only a few chosen humans existed, in reality, the Second Zone was bustling with more people than any other zone.

“It’s a city of nobles.”

Sein nodded at Harcom’s words.

Nobles.

Those who were born to stand over someone else.

That’s why.

“Is there really no world where only nobles exist?”

Sein said, tapping his temple, revealing the essence of nobility.

If there’s no one to trample upon, what use is their power and influence?