The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“You’ve got wit and skill.”

The blond young man deliberately used Dark Nail to lure Seine elsewhere.

But Seine managed to avoid it and ultimately succeeded in arriving.

“Can you be satisfied with just this much?”

Seine spoke.

“It seems you still want to see more.”

The pattern engraved on his chest.

Few in this world would recognize it.

If they did.

“I’ll show you.”

It wouldn’t matter even then.

Kwaaaaah!

The blond young man’s eyes widened at the torrent of Seine’s magic pouring out.

The quality and quantity of the magic.

“This is insane.”

It was undoubtedly a rare, highly pure magic that was hard to come by.

Shrrrrrr!

Dozens, hundreds.

No, thousands of Dark Nails embroidered the interior.

But.

“Oh, it’s not me, it’s this guy.”

Kaaah!

That dense magic was suddenly sucked in.

Behind Seine.

To the bound Mazoku.

“…!”

The young man moved his hand to launch Dark Nail, but it was too late.

“Kraaaaaa!”

The bound beast was freed.

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“As expected.”

Sein absorbed the magi.

The nature of magi possessed by demons varies greatly from one individual to another.

While it is in the nature of demons to kill and consume each other to nourish their magi, absorbing magi in this manner was a different story altogether.

Kwaaang!

The demon thrashed about, swinging its fist.

The air tore apart, and the ground shattered with that blow.

Kwakwakwa!

The pouring dark nails were of no use against this onslaught.

The demon’s fist caused the dark nails to burst, and the curse embedded in the dark nails…

“So, you extracted that from this guy? Is there any point to that?”

What originated from this demon.

The curse did not harm its master.

“….”

Sein let out a sigh.

‘He’s not at the Master level yet.’

To be a Master, one must be at least level 25.

Real monsters close to the maximum level.

The blond kid was no match for Alman, the Master of Rashiell, but he was skilled enough to catch up to Alman soon.

It was unreasonable to face such a guy at his current level.

‘If I unleash everything…’

But Sein confirmed that he was now at a level where he could gauge it.

Whatever the case, that wasn’t the important thing.

Kwaaang!

The rampaging demon.

He was indeed the Arcane that Sein had been looking for.

But what he was truly looking for was…

“Yes, keep on rampaging like that.”

Not Arcane, but the demon itself.

“Right, right.”

The demons in Sanctuary were wiped out.

Occasionally, the remnants of demons, which could still be found, were nothing more than the unspoiled corpses of demons unearthed by someone.

Otherwise, they were just a species of demons.

The true demons present in Sanctuary were only…

‘Only one, when related to a player.’

The final demons.

When their lives began.

“The dormant demons awaken.”

And Sein had already harvested them once.

However, when the lives of the demons came to an end, things were settled.

Sein acted out of necessity.

“Just like father, like son. They say the more seeds you sow, the better, right?”

By scattering the seeds of the demons into the world, they ensured their reappearance.

Always thinking they would be useful, or that their materials would be needed.

And among those pressuring the young blond man in front of them was Arcane.

Although Sein did not remember, he originated from Sein.

“Exactly! Well done, my son!”

An existence akin to his own child.

“A daughter? The appearance is so ambiguous.”

“Ugh!”

The blond youth began to retreat.

The demons who had accepted the yoke of the master mage were running wild, staking everything on life.

Moreover, the curse that had restrained Arcane for so long was now, at this moment, exploding into a source of his strength.

Creatures so robust that they were incomparable to humans, the demons.

And if various buffs were applied.

Snick.

Those were the monsters that could trample even the masters of the masters.

“Looks good! I’ve learned all I wanted to, and I’ve got what I needed.”

Sein turned his back.

“Rampage to your heart’s content until you perish. My son. That’s the first and final word from this father!”

“How dare you-!”

In that moment, flying Dark Nails.

Even as he faced Arcane without room for leisure, Sein felt the determination not to lose sight of him.

However.

Kaboom!

Sein was different from before.

He perfectly deflected the Dark Nail that he hadn’t been able to before.

The scattered fragments.

“Hey, I’m leaving because I’m short on time. Not running away.”

Because he had withdrawn the power he had left behind.

Guggeuk!

Like inscribing a tattoo, the pattern on Sein’s chest was enhanced.

Overflowing with magic.

At this moment, Sein was undergoing an evolution greater than leveling up several stages.

“So don’t hesitate, face my child, whether to kill or be killed.”

The blond youth gazed at Sein.

Before him loomed a giant fist and face.

What had been severed, torn apart, and trampled upon so far was now bearing its teeth at him.

Gate is a kind of black magic.

Even if one couldn’t find the entrance, creating an exit wasn’t difficult.

Kwahng! Kwahng!

Explosions echoing from one side of the city.

“There it is.”

It was probably the very place where Sein had been just moments ago.

Magic hidden beneath the broken ground was boiling and rising.

In the past, a ground where magic surged would turn into a land of death, making it uninhabitable for humans.

“I know my stuff.”

Sein wasn’t interested.

If it belonged to another clan’s territory, it was even more irrelevant.

But things wouldn’t go as planned.

Black magic users who knew how to control magic would consider that magic like a gold mine.

“It’s going to be chaos for a while, and in the end…”

Sein leaped into action.

Everything in Contra was done.

Leaving only one thing.

Blame.

The rampage of demons intensified, turning one side of the city into a sea of flames.

Creak.

A door opened with an unpleasant sound.

“What’s all this commotion! Surely, it’s not related to that guy?”

An old man muttered to himself while gathering his belongings in the shop.

“Darn it! It’s got nothing to do with me! Nothing!”

The old man seemed ready to grab his belongings and leave the city at any moment.

“Why do black magic users mumble to themselves like me?”

The old man stopped in his tracks at the voice that reached him.

“Unpleasant talk, isn’t it?”

“Hiiiiiiik!”

It was him.

“You, how are you?”

“That? The demons hidden underground are rampaging, that’s all. Don’t worry too much.”

“D-Demons?”

It seemed like he knew nothing beyond that.

Perhaps those who had followed the High Priest to save the blood of the clan, leaving behind the pure magic intentionally, were the ones who had acted.

“My son. Or daughter?”

“….”

It seemed he didn’t know beyond that.

But it didn’t matter.

“I have to pay the price.”

“It’s not me! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Believe me.”

A large shadow fell over the old man’s face.

Thud!

A shadow flickering in the blazing flames outside.

Sein looked down at the old man.

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“Even if it was a setup by me, it could still feel unpleasant.”

“Pl… Please! Please!”

“So, understand.”

Thud!

One of Sein’s daggers pierced the old man’s heart.

“This is the end.”

With this, Sein’s business in Contra was over.

No, there was one more thing.

“You’ve made quite a show of it.”

There was another customer in the shop.

To be precise, Sein’s guest.

“Long time no see. Partner.”

Arin Seymour.

The witch revealed herself in Contra.

Contra, the territory of another family.

Even for Sein, stepping into enemy territory like this was a risk he wouldn’t normally take.

“You’ve made quite a show of it.”

She was Sein’s insurance.

“Long time no see. Partner.”

Arin Seymour.

Having heard that she was in a nearby city.

Before departing from Borfeo, Sein contacted Arin.

“Come before Contra explodes.”

“Why do you like it so clean?”

Arin tilted her head at Sein’s words.

“Because it’s actually exploding.”

Boiling magic and flames.

Contra had quickly turned into a vision of hell.

“Is it all over now?”

Arin’s commentary as she looked at the corpse with a pierced heart.

“Everything ends here.”

“If something troublesome comes up, we should leave before that.”

Arin took the lead and started moving forward.

Fortunately, the magic was boiling up due to the rampage of the demons.

Thanks to that, even with Arin’s minor magic, the humans of Contra would never dare to imagine that a witch was present here.

“Aren’t we taking the slave trader with us?”

“I didn’t expect to take care of that.”

Arin didn’t respond to Sein’s words.

“So, that’s part of the plan too.”

Barus.

Leaving him behind in the chaos, the owner of Tarian and Sein’s collaborator, was also part of Sein’s plan.

“He’s a merchant, isn’t he? There will be plenty to pick up in the chaos of war.”

“Many will die, so there will be a need for slaves.”

“Wouldn’t it be beneficial if our people infiltrated the Immortal’s territory?”

Pause.

Arin paused for a moment and looked at Sein.

“……”

“Why are you so surprised?”

There’s a reason even for minor actions.

Pursuing multiple profits for a single purpose.

“I feel it again. That you are the harbinger of destruction.”

But because all that remains on that path is destruction.

“Is there still something left?”

“Well.”

Sein’s face showed uncertainty.

“There was.”

Arin slowly looked back at Sein.

“Did you think you could survive this chaos in Contra?”

Near the outskirts of Contra.

There was a blond young man.

Along with dozens of individuals wearing robes.

However, they were different from the powerless individuals seen underground.

Growl!

The quality of the magic they emanated was different.

Moreover, unlike the robes without patterns, their robes had distinct symbols.

“…The Thorns Legion.”

There was no doubt if it was Arin’s words.