The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Not long ago, the odds were against her.

But now, it’s different.

“As you wish.”

Crackle!

Sparks flying.

The moving spider legs deflected Sein’s sword filled with energy.

Another bridge shot through the gap.

Not reinforced by the power of healing, but by the power of death.

Yet, Sein did not try to avoid it.

Because now he possessed the power opposite to that of a necromancer.

“Turn Undead.”

Once a common power in the past, now a rare one that was hard to come by.

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“Ah! Insane. Doesn’t know when to stop.”

Sein groaned.

“Are you okay, Captain?”

Deran asked Sein.

“Do I look okay to you?”

The first duel with Arin was both threatening and safe to call it a duel.

An overwhelming gap in skill.

Arin, seemingly merciless, aimed for fatal strikes while sparing Sein’s vital points.

-He’s taken an elixir, so even if his arm gets cut off, he should be fine for a while.

Saying such grim words.

Arin was serious.

But Sein was also serious.

“Kick.”

Sein chuckled, thinking back to that moment.

“Unable to use the bone spider like my limbs for a while. Must be painful.”

Arin’s traces of research and study on the Destroyer were abundant over the years.

But it was only about the Destroyer.

Sein did not know every detail of the hundreds, thousands of lives he had passed through.

Among them.

‘He didn’t even realize it himself, that there was such a weakness in the bone spider.’

The knowledge Sein had about strategy surpassed even Seymour.

He would never win or surpass it.

What Sein possessed was not only what he had passed through but also the collective intelligence of millions of players.

“You seem fine, Captain.”

Deran said.

“You look fine too.”

Deran.

“Thanks, Captain.”

He succeeded in creating an aura that could be deemed Sein’s true limbs.

Easier said than done.

-Insane. Damn it!

Cyclops screamed in horror at the sight.

– What in the world is in Chichiron? Can I become like Deren if I go there too?

– No way. And Deren is younger than you.

– If you puff up, you’re the elder.

Cyclops, who led the mercenary unit and admired knights.

Not even in the upper zone but just in Zone 10, at the back alley of the remote Chichiron, the appearance of two Aura users seemed to shock him.

“Deren.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Deren lowered his head at the voice, different from the playful one.

“Since I can now puff up to Aura, I could leave Borfeo to you for the time being.”

“Of course.”

“This will be my first stronghold.”

The seeds have been sown.

“Fully assist Aeria. The same goes for Aaron’s inspiration. You know my style.”

Deren, who had been by Saint Demorus’s side since the beginning of his life.

That’s why he could be trusted.

“I will ensure there are no concerns.”

“Of course. If not you, who else can I trust?”

It was sincere.

Even Arin doesn’t trust him, but he can trust Deren.

“Well then….”

As Saint left Cyclops’s hideout, Deren bowed even deeper.

“Go and return safely, Captain.”

In the corridor Saint walked out from.

“Go and return safely, Captain!”

Cyclops said.

Upon reaching the stairs at last.

“Go and return safely, Captain.”

The surviving Fox said.

As he descended the stairs and went out.

“Go and return safely-!”

Every individual in the alleys of Borfeo bid farewell to Saint.

Today, Saint leaves Borfeo.

The guards protecting Borfeo were dozing off as usual.

Though Borfeo was called a city, there were few who roamed the dark continent at will, and even if there were, they were just familiar merchants.

“Haahh.”

Their negligence was somewhat understandable.

“Hmmm.”

The guard who was dozing off almost collapsed, woke up abruptly.

“Sigh. It’s damn boring.”

Just another mundane day.

Recently, there have been rumors of chaos in the alleys, but that’s the usual in the dark streets.

The guards didn’t bother to interfere.

If only there was one regret.

“I would have received gold coins then.”

A guest who had been away for a long time in the city.

It was Sein.

When he handed over the permit and gold coins for the first time, I hesitated a bit, thinking of devouring him as a stranger who had come after a long time.

“Asera. You are a Demoros, right?”

By invoking Demoros’ name, the gates were forcibly opened.

Among the guards of Borfeo, none had the audacity to take a bribe in the name of Demoros.

“I don’t know that either. There was a rumor about a Demoros among the ogres before. Are there really two great Demoros in Borfeo?”

“Go whisper that in the alleys.”

“Sigh.”

They were guards maintaining the city’s security, but they couldn’t be reckless in the alleys.

The lord is far away, but the alleys are close.

“Grab anyone. I’ll strip them down to their underwear. I will.”

“That sounds good.”

The guards chuckled as they exchanged their usual meaningless banter.

“Hm?”

Suddenly, they noticed something and raised their heads.

In no time.

Snick.

A broad smile spread across their lips.

“It’s a guest.”

Far away, figures clad in black were approaching Borfeo’s gate.

“This month seems lucky.”

Foreigners visiting Borfeo in a month were rare, and there was no guarantee they would come during the guards’ shifts.

Foreigners coming to Borfeo were truly a golden opportunity.

New traders or fugitives seeking refuge.

“Let’s prepare for the guest.”

In any case, they would be able to secure their share for the month.

“Halt!”

The guards pointed their spears, halting the black-clad individuals.

“What’s happening in Borfeo? Do you have a permit?”

The seasoned guards, as if familiar, confronted the black-clad individuals.

In Sein’s case, he missed the timing to act due to the exquisite Arin being too captivating.

But this time, he vowed not to make the same mistake.

“Borfeo is chaotic. Foreigners without permits cannot enter.”

Furthermore, unlike in the past, there were now over ten guards standing.

An overwhelming atmosphere that could subdue anyone.

“If you don’t have a permit, we could… accommodate you.”

The guards couldn’t hide their smiles, imagining their bulging wallets.

“Step aside.”

The voice of the Ebon.

“What…?”

“I said move. Vultures.”

The guards couldn’t finish their words.

A thin, drawn line.

Blood seeping from there.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the guards surrounding the Ebon were shattered and scattered.

Yet, what was astonishing was not a single drop of blood stained their Ebon.

“Ha, hack.”

One guard survived, scanning his surroundings.

Only one.

Breathing was his sole occupation.

Swish.

The Ebon slowly removing his robe.

Only then did the guards realize.

A half-black wing.

“D-Demorus…”

It was Demorus’s emblem.

A black blade cutting through the air.

That was…

“Judicator…!”

It meant the Judicator of Demorus.

It was real.

Unlike others who had only called out the name.

“If you recognize, open up.”

The gates of Borfeo began to open.

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“We might die from the disgusting aura of magic.”

The Ebon entering Borfeo.

One of Demorus’s Judicators spoke as if displeased.

“But, I’m on a mission. Don’t complain.”

Beside him, a woman’s voice echoed.

“Soviang. Keep your mouth shut. You’re just as unpleasant.”

Soviang was the one who carved the gatekeepers of Borfeo.

“Both of you, be quiet.”

Despite DanDe and Soviang grumbling at the words of the Black One at the front, they kept their mouths shut.

“We’ve confirmed that there’s someone in Borfeo claiming to be Demolus.”

DanDe, who had momentarily left his seat, said.

Blood, of unknown origin, dripped from his hand.

“There are two claiming to be Demolus.”

Borfeo.

This was Demolus’s territory.

Before the Ogres, the owner of Demolus’s back alley had volunteered for tribute and sought protection from Demolus.

Due to its remoteness, tribute was accepted, but protection was not provided.

“One is dead.”

The death of the Ogre was confirmed.

“Only one remains.”

The judge of Demolus.

They were the ones who wielded the blade of condemnation against those who violated the laws and rules of Demolus.

“Soviang.”

“Speak.”

“The trail…”

As the leader of the judges who were about to speak, Gowler raised his hand.

“Captain?”

In the moment Soviang called out to Gowler.

Crash!

Somewhere, the sound of steel breaking echoed.

Following belatedly, there was Gowler holding a sword and another figure kneeling, holding onto his arm.

“…!”

“What is this?”

DanDe and Soviang could only be astonished.

Looking at the situation, Gowler swung the sword.

However, what was surprising was…

“He’s not dead?”

“What’s going on there?”

The fact that the opponent didn’t die from Gowler’s sword strike.

Of course, if Gowler had intended to kill, there would be no one in Borfeo who could survive, but at least it meant passing Gowler’s test.

In other words, at least an Aura user.

Despite the low density of magic and being in the heavily polluted Eighth District, it was possible due to being a city.

However, Gowler’s sword was not something that could be blocked just because someone was an Aura user.

“What are you?”

Golther asked.

“…I am the representative of Mr. Borfeo’s alley in the back.”

A man who spoke slowly.

“Oh.”

Golther sighed once again, clicking his tongue.

Surviving his sword, overcoming his energy, he spoke.

Not begging for mercy, but rather giving a quite composed self-introduction.

“If you are a saint.”

“That’s him. Saint Demorus, the mad dog of Chichiron.”

Dande, who approached closely, said.

“Where is the saint?”

“He left Borfeo a few days ago.”

“Oh! That guy, leaving with my subordinates to save his own skin.”

At Dande’s mocking tone, the man, Deren, frowned.

“He is not that kind of person.”

“Really?”

Kwong!

Dande’s energy surged.

“Are you insane?”