The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

In contrast, Sein’s face darkened slightly.

‘He’s a professional.’

Not just any wandering mercenary.

His gait.

His stance.

The sword he wielded.

‘Didn’t notice.’

Above all, the fact that he hadn’t even noticed such an individual existed until Thomas called him out was what troubled him the most.

“Oh?”

The mercenary marveled at Sein.

“You read him?”

The mercenary had also picked up on Sein’s hinting at his skill.

“Your agility and dagger skills are impressive, and your eyes are sharp. A waste to rot away in an alley.”

“Did you come here just to compliment me?”

Even at the thug’s tone, the mercenary looked at Sein and spoke up.

“Are you coming with me?”

“What?”

“What?”

Thomas and Sain were equally bewildered.

“What the hell are you saying right now!”

In response to Thomas’s curse,

Thwack!

The mercenary used his hand to silence Thomas.

Crack!

In an instant, Thomas’s sturdy jawbone shattered.

“Ugh, ughh…. ughhh!”

Thomas started screaming in agony, writhing in pain.

“Wow! After being a cripple, now a mute. What should I call you next?”

“He even has a backbone.”

The mercenary seemed satisfied with Sain’s reaction.

But the mercenary knew.

No matter how shady the alley thugs were, they had their own sense of loyalty.

“Boss!”

“Kill him!”

The blade that was heading towards Sain suddenly turned towards the mercenary.

The remaining subordinates of Thomas.

Swoosh!

Before they could even close in on the mercenary, they were shattered into pieces and scattered.

In the moonlit alley, blood turned into rain and fell.

“You bastard.”

That’s all Sain could say.

“Called a tiger to catch a dog.”

Sain’s cold gaze.

‘He’s knight-level.’

The author was not just any mercenary rolling around anywhere.

At least knight-level.

Considering the move just now, he was skilled enough to be at the level of a commander in a knight order.

“Did you see that again? It’s beyond expectations.”

Thud.

The mercenary, advancing through pools of overflowing blood.

“So, are you coming?”

It was not a suggestion but a threat.

If he didn’t comply, he would end up like Thomas, or like those subordinates.

“I would love to, but circumstances…”

“Are you refusing?”

The mercenary cocked his head in bewilderment.

“Surprising. I thought I knew better than anyone how precious my life is.”

“It’s because of that life.”

That moment.

“…!”

The mercenary, sensing something, reached out his hand.

Boom!

The explosion that erupted in front of the mercenary’s nose caught everyone off guard.

Whoosh!

The smoke that followed quickly filled the alley.

“The dragon’s breath…?”

In the smoke, the mercenary muttered in confusion.

The destructive power, and the smoke.

It was a bomb known as the lost secret of the empire, the dragon’s breath.

“This….”

With a glint in his eye.

“I now have more reason to capture it.”

The mercenary began to move.

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“Heuk! Heuk!”

Sein was running and running.

Now in a back alley of Chichiron that could be called his home.

“Heuk!”

He knew better than anyone where to run, how to escape.

But even for Sein, the situation was daunting.

“Darn it. Crazy bastard.”

The mercenary who had been called in to hunt him.

But the reality was not a hunter, but a tiger.

“Why the heck did that guy come to this alley?”

Chichiron was a small territory on the border.

Even at the level of a back alley, it was the same.

“Damn it!”

Even the guards’ level was the same.

No.

“He’s even a match for the lord’s knights.”

So it was inevitable to feel helpless.

There was no one to stop him no matter where he ran.

“There’s not much time left.”

Frustrated and resentful.

This dog-like life.

I was certain the sun would rise if I waited a little longer.

“Over there.”

Instead of the sun, I was drawn into the dark, grim abyss.

Along with a voice echoing from a distance.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The buildings in the alley Saint was running through began to collapse.

“Insane!”

That’s a monster.

Trapped with no escape from the rubble of the collapsed buildings.

All I could do was stop.

“You run like a scared mouse. I thought I got rid of you by now, but you look quite good squirming.”

“Hah… hah….”

A mercenary stood before him.

“Where did you catch the dragon’s breath?”

“……”

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

I can be sure.

‘There’s nowhere to run.’

Swish.

I gripped the dagger.

“Oh… seems like you know what the dragon’s breath is. Your curiosity is piqued.”

“I’ll follow.”

Saint spoke.

“Please spare me.”

“You said you wouldn’t go earlier?”

“Not right now. I have to stay in Chichiron for a while. But I’ll follow if it’s okay.”

Saint’s eyes didn’t seem to be lying.

However.

“That’s not possible.”

Damn it.

The reason Saint rejected the mercenary’s offer from the start was this.

At least a knight, or even a commander, posing as a mercenary had come all the way to the back alleys of Chichiron.

That meant.

‘A fugitive.’

He was running away from someone.

So, no matter how much he wanted, he calculated that he would leave this place immediately.

“One month, no, a week will do.”

He tried to bargain somehow.

“There are too many conditions. Since I can’t cut my tongue, I guess I’ll have to start with arms and legs.”

The mercenary had approached the lord’s face in no time.

The mercenary’s hand heading towards the sword.

“I must know your secret.”

The moment it touched the sword, the lord was about to end up like Thomas’s minions who were cut into pieces.

Luckily, he was still breathing, at least.

Finally, the moment the mercenary’s hand reached the sword.

Crash!

What burst out was not the sound of the lord’s body being cut into pieces, but flames.

“Oh… what?”

The mercenary’s face showed confusion.

This was the only chance the lord had been waiting for.

“Yes. Oh, you bastard!”

The lord, who had let go of the mercenary’s sword, stabbed a dagger towards the mercenary’s throat.

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“Really….”

It was a genuine voice.

“I can’t believe it.”

The mercenary, with a face that just couldn’t comprehend, was looking down.

“Cough. Cough…. Ugh….”

In front of him, the fallen lord was coughing up rough breaths.

“In movements unseen in the back alleys, the dragon’s breath….”

The outcome was already decided.

“Up to even using magic.”

The mercenary was sincerely impressed.

“What exactly are you?”

In this rural domain, there were things unseen in the back alleys.

No matter how much darkness prevailed in the world, this place was a remote rural area untouched even by deep darkness.

“Answer me.”

“Aaargh!”

The mercenary said, stepping on the lord’s ankle.

“Who are you?”

Initially curiosity, now suspicion beyond that.

And what was freezing was greed.

“I’ll spare your life. You seem to have some utility.”

“Damn it, do you want to know?”

In agony, the lord said with a twisted smile.

“Shall I tell you?”

“Arrogant brat.”

Thud!

Finally, a roar erupted even from Sein’s ankle.

“…Kugh. I’m a cripple now too.”

Even so, Sein, who smiled, could be said to be madness itself.

“I could do without an arm or a leg. Can’t be seen dragging around a rough fellow trying to escape.”

Swish.

Under the brilliant moonlight, the mercenary’s sword gleamed.

Towards the sky-blue eyes filled with awe.

Swoosh.

It was the moment when the mercenary’s sword was about to fall slowly.

Kaboom!

Another burst of flames.

Sein wondered if he still had a move left, but the mercenary had a different expression.

Astonishment, and fear.

“Witch…! Why you!”

Awe.

Clang-clang-clang!

The mercenary’s sword still deflecting something with sparks flying.

Sein could clearly see what the sword was blocking.

Something pure white.

It was.

“I came for a reason, didn’t expect to see a wanted criminal.”

The upper undead, a leg of the Grand Spider.

Kaboom!

The mercenary who deflected the leg of the Grand Spider stepped back heavily, touching the ground.

The deathly aura of the Grand Spider infected the mercenary’s chest, making it seem as if he had died silently.

“A… reason?”

“Yeah.”

Right in front of Sein’s nose, there was a shadow looming.

It was a woman with jet-black hair that seemed as dark as a raven’s wing, with beautifully crafted curves as if sculpted by someone.

“This brat here is my reason.”

“What…?”

Beauty.

A back view that seemed to embody that beauty.

Yet within that beauty, an ominous deathly aura like no other.

“You wanted to know what this brat is, right?”

“Witch. Spare me. I’ll leave quietly.”

“It’s too late.”

Boom!

The legs of the Spider.

Naturally, one was not the entirety.

Altogether eight.

From the back of the Black Lady emerged what seemed like an unbeatable mercenary, leaving behind eight holes.

“No way…!”

The mercenary spoke with trembling eyes.

“De….”

Facing death, the mercenary tried to utter his final words as if a dying wish.