The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

So, it was only natural.

Shaaa!

Sein, splattering blood on his sword, stood before Boba, whose body lay dismembered, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Still….”

Approaching Boba.

“Are we brothers?”

Feeling oddly moved, Sein gently closed Boba’s eyes, who seemed to find solace in his presence.

The dignity he displayed exceeded expectations.

Those he had encountered and experienced on the streets of Chichiron and Borfeo.

Although disappointed by the shabbiness of the alleyways, Boba was real.

Especially.

“The crimson crystal.”

Blocking the sword aimed at his neck and the crimson crystal that appeared on his fist.

It was evident that his physical abilities were more than doubled just by its presence.

“Crimson Ironclad.”

By that skill, it was clear that it was the pinnacle of ironclad transformation, also known as Crimson Ironclad.

It was unbelievable.

Calling out the abilities of the ferrous armored in the stage of ironclad armor.

-Have you not heard about the blessing?

And now, it is time for you to hear the story.

“…Thank you.”

A voice was heard behind Sain.

A neutral voice.

“Was that lad impressive?”

“Perhaps….”

Sain turned around.

Looking at the orcish woman, he said,

“Is this lad’s mother an ogre?”

“…Did he call me an ogre?”

An innocent voice.

“But she is not his mother.”

He knew.

Except for a few who bore the bloodline of Demorus, most mothers were eliminated, he heard.

Moreover, the aura emanating from the orcish woman before him now.

Gulp.

It was the aura of a formidable opponent that Sain, in his current state, could never reach.

“I merely watched and guided.”

A mentor.

She must be Bobbic’s mentor.

“She goes by Babbic.”

Sain also knew.

That her armor was not ordinary.

The red crystal revealed on the armor.

‘Ironclad of the enemy.’

The pinnacle of ironclad armor, the influence of the ferrous armored.

She must have been the one who introduced Babbic to ironclad armor.

“Regrettably.”

Sain spoke as if it were someone else’s business.

“It’s inevitable. It’s the fate of the blood of Demorus.”

Conversations were exchanged.

Nevertheless, Sain did not relax.

‘How many times can I stop her?’

Repeatedly pondering and questioning, he observed Bobbic.

But the inevitable conclusion that followed.

Sigh.

To run away.

Or rather, it meant facing a force even unable to flee.

“Want to try a sip?”

“…Seems like a filthy piece of work.”

“What can you do. Grew up motherless, with a father who’s nothing but a seed scatterer.”

“Can’t even find an ounce of respect for Demorus.”

Yet, Sein could act this way because there was no enmity towards Barbic.

“Drink up.”

“…?”

“It’s a call to drink Demorus’s blood. Fool.”

A voice came belatedly.

“Enjoy the show?”

Knowing that Ari was nearby.

“Drink the remnants of blessings. Sein Demorus. That qualifies you as the victor.”

Ari spoke to Ari in a voice different from usual.

The talk of drinking.

Sein now looked down at the lifeless body of Barbic.

“Blessings flow in Demorus’s blood.”

Awakening his magic, Sein drained Barbic’s body.

“Gather those remnants of blessings to receive the perfected curse of darkness.”

It was only then that it appeared.

“The path to becoming the hero leading Demorus.”

Something foreign existing in Barbic’s heart was slowly seeping out.

It was a small black pebble.

“…”

As a blacksmith, an alchemist, a merchant, a mage.

“…That’s a blessing?”

Sein, who had touched every material existing in the world of Sorcery through countless lifetimes.

Even for such a Sein, that which was called a blessing was a material entirely new to him.

Not something from the past, but something fresh.

“Drink it.”

That it was Demorus’s blood.

“…”

Sein slowly approached it.

The black fragment he held in his hand seemed to be trying to burrow into Sein’s body as if alive.

“Do I really have to take this?”

“Do I really have to take this?”

A material never seen before.

And to top it off, something penetrating into a human’s flesh.

“Gosh, this is incredibly ominous.”

It was only natural to worry about receiving such an extraordinarily ominous object into one’s body.

“What’s going on?”

“Just keeping it safe….”

“Drink it.”

Arin was resolute.

“It’s the proof that you are a successor of Demoras. The fact that Boba Demoras could only tell a few that he was Demoras, that was the evidence.”

The truth about Ogre was revealed to Cyclops.

-Ogre said he was Demoras.

And then, Sain.

-Sain is Demoras.

Entering the gate, he confidently stated his name.

Saaaah.

The chilly air enveloped the surroundings.

“If you don’t drink it.”

The energy emanating from Arin.

“I will have no choice but to dispose of you.”

“Damn.”

Even Bobavic alone was an absolute powerhouse that his current self couldn’t handle.

Moreover, Arin.

‘Even Bobavic would be just a spoonful.’

Even such a Bobavic was a force that could easily be dealt with.

To provoke meant being able to handle what comes.

“Haha. Just kidding, just kidding.”

Sain, who said so, quietly gazed at the black fragment.

‘I won’t die.’

As the designated successor of the dark valley, what was naturally given to him would become his special advantage on the path to being the successor.

He just had to be cautious.

But when necessary.

Swoosh!

The need to challenge was a truth learned through experiencing many lives.

The moment he absorbed the dragon’s power coiled around the black fragment, the black fragment was absorbed through Sain’s palm.

Thump!

As the black fragment melted into it, the dragon heart began to beat violently.

“Argh, augh!”

The excruciating pain he had never felt before.

“Aaargh!”

The agony felt as the dragon’s power combined with the black fragment and surged was unbearable.

“…As expected.”

Arin’s voice sounded as if she had foreseen this situation.

“Son of a biiitch!”

Sain, screaming in agony, fell to his knees.

Struggling with all their might to resist, the pain they were feeling now was definitely beyond what a human could endure.

Their vision gradually becoming blurred.

“Babvik. It is time to determine your fate.”

In the midst of it, facing Arin and Babvik, a voice was heard.

“Glory be. Witch.”

Kwwoooosh!

A surge of magic, as if shaking the entire Borfeo, erupted from Babvik’s body.

The armor she was wearing clinked once against the plate armor.

Clank.

Wrapping around the red plate armor once more, every ability of Babvik was strengthened several times over.

The skilled individuals of Demorus could choose a successor when they wished.

However, the skilled ones never chose successors lightly.

“Babvik. Your flesh will be used where my desires dictate.”

“And also….”

Guardian and candidate.

As their destinies were decided together.

Despite choosing the blood of Demorus, to those who failed to protect the blood of Demorus.

“Glory be.”

Deeming life unworthy.

Kwaaang!

Babvik unleashed explosive power, wielding a greatsword made of plate armor.

Creating not just a body but a weapon signifies the pinnacle of plate armor.

However.

Shuuurrr!

Suddenly, white bones entwined around Arin’s hands and arms emerged.

And within that, a black longsword revealed itself.

Slash-!

It cut through everything.

“Glory….”

Babvik’s voice reverberated.

“….be.”

Her greatsword, plate armor, entire body.

Shooosh!

Turned into black dust, scattering.

That was the witch known as the Legion, determining destinies.

“You did well. Babvik.”

It was Arin’s strength.

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“Argh! What the hell! Damn it!”

Sein screamed and screamed again.

“What is this! Aaargh!”

The agony that was felt from the heart spread throughout the body.

Losing consciousness and regaining it multiple times.

Instead of subsiding, the agony continued to intensify.

The pain felt like insects gnawing at the whole body, not just the skin but also the internal organs and blood vessels.

“This is maladaptation.”

In the midst of unbearable pain, in a blurred vision, Arin’s face appeared.

Her face seemed calm as if she didn’t care about Sein’s pain at all.

No.

“Your Dragon Heart is rejecting the fragments of blessing.”

“…!”

As if she had been waiting for this situation.

“Ke. I knew this would happen.”

Sein smiled.

He knew Arin was hiding something.

She appeared at such a perfect timing.

That.

“Did you watch over me?”

He felt like she had been watching over him for a long time.

It was the same when he met her.

She seemed to be constantly hiding something.

To uncover it, he had been subtly provoking her.

“You crazy… woman….”

A dangerous existence.

In Sein’s mind, Arin was already such a being.

“You knew, right? Yet you accepted the blessing.”

“Guh…. Cough.”

But Sein accepted the blessing.

“Why didn’t you run away?”

“…Did you think I wouldn’t know? That you had attached a minion to me, subject to…”

“You knew that too.”

Sein gritted his teeth and glared at Arin.

“Enough! You damn bastard!”

Sein shouted.

“…There must be a way… Guh! There must be a way, right?”

But if he wanted to break free from Arin’s grasp, he could have done so.

Even though there might be a move unknown to Arin, who had passed through hundreds, thousands of lives without winning a fight.

Yet Sein remained.

“Stop and fix it quickly!”

Because she knew she wouldn’t harm herself.

Her curiosity about herself, knowing she would never drive herself to death.

“Arin-!”

Sein shouted.

“Arin Seymour-!”