The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Something was tightly gripping their arms and legs.

A strength that seemed futile to struggle against.

The saint could recognize what it was.

‘The legs of a Bone Spider.’

The legs of the superior undead, the Bone Spider.

And its owner.

“You’ve awakened.”

The black woman who saved him.

In a world where he finally found his light, the woman who now faced him was radiating a beauty even greater than before.

Within the brilliant moonlight.

Swoosh.

Sein was suspended in mid-air, bound by her.

“…Isn’t your taste a bit too radical?”

Those were Sein’s first words upon awakening.

“Is this a joke?”

The woman spoke to Sein as if in disbelief.

“You don’t plan on killing me, do you?”

“Why would you think that way?”

Though time had passed in solitude, Sein remembered the previous events.

The woman had clearly stated, “I am your business, as you have given me your essence.”

Sein Demorus.

“Demorus.”

That was the title he had been given, the starting point of his fourth life.

“You are here to take me as the successor to Demorus.”

It was a world shattered by Sein.

A name that even the creatures of the Dark Sanctuary could not ignore.

“Surely you don’t intend to kill the successor candidate of Demorus?”

Demorus.

They were one of the three dark sanctuaries that divided the world.

“….”

The woman fell silent.

“Your mind is quite sharp.”

Finally, praise came from the woman’s lips.

Swish!

Like the legs of a spider retracting like a whip.

Having found his freedom, Sein fell from mid-air but managed to regain his balance.

“It was just a verification process. Your blood…”

Vroom!

A necklace emerged from the woman’s chest.

“Is this Demorus’s blood?”

“Was it necessary to keep it tied?”

“I like to be certain.”

Although the woman said so.

‘It’s suspicious.’

Sein did not withdraw his gaze of suspicion towards her.

Only not so foolish as to give it away.

“Aren’t you surprised? That you are a Demoros?”

“I already knew it was something special.”

Sain checked while turning his body around.

‘My past life has been activated.’

Finally, as the tutorial ended, he was given the special reward of his past life.

Originally, even that would have been random, but Sain could choose.

‘The cheat is also activated.’

That was Sain’s cheat.

Because it was a ‘choice.’

The Imperial Crown Prince, his greatest reward was….

“You knew it was something special?”

“I saw it. You’re using Ora.”

“….”

“How many at this age use Ora?”

The woman seemed to quietly nod her head.

“And you, an Ora who awoke alone in a back alley without a proper master. Do you know what that means?”

“…?”

“It’s called genius.”

Sain was confident even as he spat out the unfamiliar words.

“How did you awaken?”

“How would you explain breathing? It just happened naturally. And isn’t that evidence of genius?”

He had thought countless times while waiting for this day.

Dozens, hundreds of reasons to explain.

But the conclusion he reached was one.

“I woke up an Ora in some remote back alley. It must be proof of how extraordinary my blood is. I even thought it might be the bloodline of a fallen ancient empire.”

Forcing it.

It was more effective than he thought.

That moment.

A twitch.

At the mention of the ancient empire, there was a subtle change in the woman’s expression.

It was a subtle change that would have gone unnoticed if he hadn’t activated his past life.

“That makes sense. Then what about the Dragon’s Breath?”

“It’s the same with that too.”

That’s what she was looking at.

Yet the woman remained passive, meaning she was observing.

‘To test me.’

But Sain continued without showing his hand.

“Given by a traveler.”

“A traveler?”

“Of course they’d be fugitives. They must already know that I’ve made quite a name for myself in the alleys.”

Naturalness.

That is more important than anything.

As an alien presence in this world, one is already aware of what unfolds due to that experience.

– The absolute rule for enjoying Sanctuary.

Such words were posted on informational sites.

– Rule 1: Do not reveal your alienation.

There are penalties for that in Sanctuary.

However, that doesn’t mean one should hide themselves.

– Rule 2: Naturally reveal your uniqueness.

As uniqueness, not alienation.

If the residents of Sanctuary, the NPCs, can accept this uniqueness, the penalties in Sanctuary will be greatly eased.

“It’s not without consequences, but I can understand.”

The woman slowly approached Sein.

Swoosh.

Outstretched hand.

“I’m late in introducing myself.”

The woman said to Sein.

“My name is Arin.”

“……..”

“I’m also known as the Witch of the Legion.”

That was Sein’s first encounter with Arin.

“I’m Sein Demorus. Nice to meet you, Arin.”

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Thud!

One of the subordinates who had knelt at Sein’s feet collapsed.

“Le, Leader!”

“Please spare us!”

The ones kneeling were not just one.

At least six.

And they were the very ones.

“Even the raised mutt recognizes my master.”

They were traitors.

“Feed them, shelter them, and they wag their tails happily.”

Sein sat askew, looking at them.

“But what are you all about?”

“Leader!”

“Feeding, sheltering, clothing, protecting from other town mutts trying to bite. Yet you bite the hand that feeds?”

“Captain! That’s not…!”

The assault of the clumsy Thomas.

It was clearly a strange sight at first glance.

Especially considering the situation of being under attack.

It was definitely a planned event, and if there were no traitors within, it would have been impossible.

“Derren.”

At Sein’s call, a furry ape approached and bowed its head.

“What do we do if those guys are not the traitors?”

Derren was a special guy.

“Are you lying? Or are they lying?”

Since Sein opened his eyes in this unfamiliar body, Derren was like a guardian who raised and nurtured him.

Although Sein was the captain now, the only thing he could trust in this back alley was Derren.

“No evidence?”

“I’ve seen those guys meet with Thomas several times. And they were paid quite a sum.”

“That, that’s!”

“I’ll stake my life on it.”

With Derren’s firm voice, the verdict was final.

“No, not the captain!”

“Captain, please!”

Swish.

But Sein had already drawn his dagger.

“What is betrayal in this sordid alley?”

Sein stood up.

“Death. Captain.”

Shwok!

Sein’s dagger pierced one man’s throat, signaling the start.

“Aaargh!”

The men, desperate to survive, tried to resist somehow.

Shwok! Shwok! Shwok!

Sein’s subordinates, who were already waiting, mercilessly eliminated all the traitors.

The back alley fell silent in no time.

Swoosh.

Derren, having dealt with the last man, wiped the blood off his dagger and said, “But, Captain, what about her?”

In a corner of the alley, in this place so inhospitable to anyone not of the same ilk, there was a strange woman.

“It doesn’t seem like the captain has brought a woman in before.”

A beauty rarely seen in these parts.

But more than that, she exuded a strong scent of danger that made everyone cautious.

“She goes by Arin.”

“Arin…?”

It was a name she heard for the first time.

“They say she’s called the Witch of the Legion.”

It might be a notorious name that echoes across the continent.

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

It was a name that hadn’t spread to this rural area.

Swoosh.

As Sen sat up, he said, “The Lame is dead. Take care of the kids and secure the Lame’s territory.”

“…!”

“And Arin.”

Sen turned around and said, “She’s a woman from Demorus.”

“…!”

At that moment, the back alley froze.

Even in this rural area where not even the infamous name of the Witch of the Legion was heard.

“…Demorus, you say?”

The name of Demorus was powerful even in such a remote village.

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“The three did not lie.”

At Arin’s abrupt words, Sen, who was drinking beer, stopped.

This was an inn managed by Sen, a graveyard for mercenaries.

“What?”

“Of the six you executed, three were not traitors.”

“Ah, that.”

Sen seemed to understand only then, smiling slightly.

“They were problematic even though not this time. It’s better to make sure when there’s a reason.”

“Problematic?”

Clunk.

Sen roughly set down his beer.

“You’re quite interested in other people’s territories, aren’t you?”

“Haven’t I introduced myself yet?”

Still, Arin didn’t bat an eye.

She was a woman who could easily tear through mercenaries of knight-level.

It would be easier for her to handle a fledgling than swallowing cold soup.

“I am your guardian.”

“…Guardian?”

“It means I watch over you and assess if you’re fit to be a successor.”

“…Aren’t guardians supposed to be people who help you?”

“Let’s call it even.”

In the expressionless gaze of Arin, Sein eventually turned his body around.

“One guy touched a woman with a husband. And another one… did something to a child.”

“Deserved to die.”

“Well, something like that. I could have written a novel about it, but when it came to dealing with cripples and territory disputes, I was short of a hand.”

“Is that why you spared them?”

A slightly contemptuous gaze.

But.

“For that reason?”

Sein’s face twisted instead.

“Is there a reason more important than surviving in this damn hellhole? To stay alive, I had to take them with me no matter what. The esteemed Demorus’s guardian might not understand.”

An alley like hell.

There was nothing as difficult as surviving there.

“Well….”

Sein muttered quietly.

“The guy who touched a woman with a husband never dared to mess around with a woman again, and the one who did something to a child…”

Thud!

“I made sure he paid back in kind as much as he hurt the child. In my territory, you can’t just get slapped for stealing.”