The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“……!”

At the mention of Arin’s full name, Arin’s eyes shot open.

“T-that too, you knew?”

“I couldn’t… It’s me you’ve been looking for! Now that it’s confirmed, take action quickly!”

At that moment, Arin’s palm touched Sein’s chest.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

His heart, pounding like a runaway locomotive, seemed like it would never stop.

Thump…. Thump…. Thump….

Gradually, it began to calm down.

The aura of death emanating from Arin’s grip was what had stopped Sein’s heart.

“Haa…. Haa….”

Finally, the frenzy subsided.

“You….”

Arin, Arin Seymour.

“You truly are the one I was seeking.”

The one she was looking for.

“You are the Harbinger of Doom.”

The being that brought about the downfall of the old empire.

The being that destroyed the once warm and kind Chuwary.

The Last Emperor.

“Harbinger of Doom, Sein Archipald.”

“Tch! Yes…. That’s me. Senior.”

Sein, rising to his feet, spat out blood as he spoke.

Necromancer.

Not a common being in Chuwary.

The same was true for the Arachnid.

And it was evident in how they handled the Arachnid.

‘Seymour.’

One surname.

But there was no certainty.

In this world, so many years removed, limited information could be gleaned when stuck on the fringes.

So I watched.

Is she truly the being she believes she is?

If the being she believes she is is correct.

‘Why?’

Why did she come looking for herself?

And I was convinced.

She is not an enemy.

At least, she is a being with a clear purpose, seeking that from herself.

– You probably have a lot of stories you want to tell. Let’s meet again here in a week.

Arin said that.

“Damn it.”

The current state of that saint, to put it nicely, was not normal.

The clash between the Dragon Heart and the Blessing.

His heart had stopped to stop the side effects.

“Geez. This is insane.”

Right now, that saint was in a state no different from being undead.

Something he had never done despite living through countless lives.

It must be possible now that reality, not a game, had become real.

“…Captain!”

Deran, who spotted the saint from afar, shouted and ran over.

Deran looked like a mess as if there had been a fierce battle.

“What happened to you?”

“Captain, it’s not looking good.”

Indeed, as Deran said, the sight of that saint was truly dreadful.

The sword he had carried was all broken, his clothes torn, and his face covered in blood.

“Is this your blood, Captain?”

Although Deran was usually not talkative, he asked the question to the saint.

“No.”

“Captain!”

Cyclops, and his subordinates who had fought fiercely.

“It’s the blood of an ogre.”

“…!”

Everyone froze at the saint’s words.

Despite the fierce battle they had been through, looking at them, it seemed like they had emerged victorious.

And on top of that, the words the saint had just said.

“That means….”

“The ogre split its torso in half and dug out its heart.”

“…What?”

“Words are just that. It’s true when split in half.”

In other words, it meant victory for Sein as well.

“Gah!”

Cyclops tightly closed his remaining eye.

Droplets flowing from there.

“Thank you! Captain! Thank you!”

The opponent who tore through my subordinates, even gouging out their eyeballs.

Despite that, the opponent who had no strength left to resist, died.

“You bastards! We won!”

Cyclops couldn’t contain his excitement and shouted.

“We won-!”

“Woooaah!”

The alley slowly brightening.

The battle must have been long; dawn had already passed.

“The Fox woman?”

“She’s tied up.”

“Good job.”

Fox, who was the owner of another alley, was also captured.

“Many casualties?”

“They all fought hard.”

Sein said.

You’re spineless, unable to do anything because you’re powerless.

That’s why those spineless ones proved through battle that they were not spineless.

“Take care of the dead, and look after the living. We’re a family now.”

“Understood.”

Derren, trustworthy as ever, said he would take care of it.

“And….”

Sein was about to say something more.

His world was spinning, feeling his strength leaving his body.

“Damn it…. Take care of me too….”

With those words, Sein lost consciousness.

It was once again a moment when the owner of the Borfeo alley changed.

Sein regained consciousness three days later.

“Gasp! S…hit. Thought I was dead.”

A fleeting glimpse of the back of his hand.

Seeing a ghost, as they say.

If he had leveled up, it would have been different, but not leveling up and seeing a ghost was truly terrifying.

Cyclops was there to greet the awakened Sein.

“Captain! Are you awake?”

Middle-aged. Despite losing one eyeball to an ogre, the one left shone brightly with a patch over it.

“Where am I?”

“This is my hideout.”

It seemed like a decent place to protect the fallen Saint without being vulnerable.

“But isn’t it unexpected?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I had sneaked away while you slept, you would’ve become the owner of Borfeo’s back alley.”

The Saint said, pretending to slit my throat.

“Gasp! How could you say such a thing!”

Cyclops exclaimed.

“Oh Hans! He’s a grateful man.”

“Hans?”

“Don’t you know? That’s my name.”

A voice that seemed somewhat unhinged.

“Well….”

Snick.

Some praise was due.

“Well done.”

Of course, Cyclops, or rather Hans, would not have aimed for him when he was vulnerable.

If there was even a hint of doubt, Deren wouldn’t have let that happen.

“What a shame. If you had tried to sneak away from me….”

The smile on the Saint’s lips deepened.

“Phew! You could have seen your body explode.”

“R-really?”

“If you’re curious, give it a try.”

The Saint got up.

“……Geez.”

His physical condition could indeed be described as dire.

The reason was simple.

“I pushed too hard during the battle with the ogre.”

The power of the Dragon Heart is vast and violent.

His current body was far from sufficient to handle that violent force.

“I should have reached at least level 10 to handle it properly.”

Or neutralize the side effects through other means.

Without such a device, he had pushed the power of the Dragon Heart to the maximum, even using the armor.

Before realizing the name Demorus, he had already experimented.

Implementing skills learned throughout his life through magic.

Despite being called a pathetic core conduit, he had thought he could mimic some skills.

“Seven days, huh. I was knocked out.”

Whether due to not learning the skill or the fact that it absorbed immense magic, it burdened his body, leaving him bedridden for a week.

It was only because of the Dragon Heart that he attempted it again; it was not something to be taken lightly.

‘And….’

One more thing.

“How many days has it been since I woke up?”

“Three days, Captain!”

If it was three days.

“Only one day left.”

His heart was currently stopped.

The emergency treatment done by Arin to stop the backlash of the damned blessing and the dragon heart was the reason his heart had stopped.

With his heart stopped, it was strange that his body was functioning properly.

Even being able to breathe and speak like this was possible because Arin was an exceptional necromancer.

“Still, one more day should be enough.”

Sein left Hans’s hideout.

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“P-Please spare me!”

A short bob covering one ear.

In her mid-twenties, the exceptionally striking girl was the one known as the Fox.

“She’s the one they call the Fox.”

Fox was one of the owners who divided up the back alleys of Borfeo.

“The ogre only cut off one of her ears.”

Sein was genuinely surprised.

While she couldn’t compare to Arin, Fox was the owner of remarkable beauty.

“Indeed, city girls are different.”

“T-Thank you.”

“It’s not a compliment.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Terrified, Fox was shaking on the ground, bowing her head.

The reason was simple.

‘Because I dumped the ogre’s body in the back alley.’

It was indeed Deren.

When Sein collapsed, Deren tidied up the ogre’s body and left it in the back alley for a day.

It was a clear warning for everyone in the back alleys to see what happened to Sein’s enemies.

Furthermore.

“Deren, did you tamper with her? She looks too unharmed.”

“I was worried her value might drop. I took care of it.”

“Your skills have improved.”

“Hehehe!”

While Sein was asleep, Deren had given Fox a mental education.

“Well done.”

It might not have been apparent from the outside, but the time Fox had experienced in the past three days must have been absolutely dreadful.

Even if he was the master of a skilled back alley.

“You say you’ve amassed a lot of money?”

“I’ve handed it all over to Mr. Deren!”

“Do you have a knack for making money roll?”

“I’m confident in my abilities!”

He looked as stiff as a newly enlisted soldier.

“Just tell me what to do!”

“Hmm.”

When Sein seemed to be contemplating, Fox, perhaps feeling rushed, raised his head.

“I, I have many skills!”

Sein, who could handle wolves, frogs, and ogres, was confident.

The name “Mad Dog” was spreading like terror in the back alleys of Borfeo.

“Night work as well…”

Saying so, Fox reached out to his clothes.

“Save your night prowess for later; what matters is that you can make money.”

“I guarantee it.”

Cyclops and Hans vouched for Fox.

“She may be a fox-like woman, but her abilities are solid. She hasn’t crossed the line of leadership, that’s for sure.”

The stories they had heard about Fox were quite impressive.

Cyclops, who had lost his base and subordinates, barely clung to the back alleys, all thanks to Fox.

“Alright. You’re part of our family too.”

“Thank you!”

Sein, having decided on how to treat Fox, got up once more.

There was still a long way to go.

Outside the building, there were merchants dressed in quite luxurious clothing waiting for Sein.

“We greet the hero of Borfeo.”

The merchants welcomed Sein with a polite attitude, as if welcoming a legendary hero.

It made sense as the back alleys were closely related to the merchants.

“Ah, that’s enough with the greetings.”

Sein waved a hand as if annoyed.

“It’s understood that there were significant losses due to the war in the back alleys.”

The merchants perked up at Sein’s words.