The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 15
“……!”
At the ntion of Arin’s full na, Arin’s eyes shot open.
“T-that too, you knew?”
“I couldn’t… It’s you’ve been looking for! Now that it’s confird, take action quickly!”
At that mont, Arin’s palm touched Sein’s chest.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His heart, pounding like a runaway locomotive, seed 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 . Senior.”
Sein, rising to his feet, spat out blood as he spoke.
Necromancer.
Not a common being in Chuwary.
The sa was true for the Arachnid.
And it was evident in how they handled the Arachnid.
‘Seymour.’
One surna.
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 co 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 et 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.
Sothing he had never done despite living through countless lives.
It must be possible now that reality, not a ga, had beco real.
“…Captain!”
Deran, who spotted the saint from afar, shouted and ran over.
Deran looked like a ss 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 seed like they had erged victorious.
And on top of that, the words the saint had just said.
“That ans….”
“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 ant 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 excitent 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 sothing more.
His world was spinning, feeling his strength leaving his body.
“Damn it…. Take care of too….”
With those words, Sein lost consciousness.
It was once again a mont 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 seed like a decent place to protect the fallen Saint without being vulnerable.
“But isn’t it unexpected?”
“What do you an?”
“If I had sneaked away while you slept, you would’ve beco the owner of Borfeo’s back alley.”
The Saint said, pretending to slit my throat.
“Gasp! How could you say such a thing!”
Cyclops exclaid.
“Oh Hans! He’s a grateful man.”
“Hans?”
“Don’t you know? That’s my na.”
A voice that seed sowhat unhinged.
“Well….”
Snick.
So praise was due.
“Well done.”
Of course, Cyclops, or rather Hans, would not have aid for him when he was vulnerable.
If there was even a hint of doubt, Deren wouldn’t have let that happen.
“What a sha. If you had tried to sneak away from ….”
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.
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“I should have reached at least level 10 to handle it properly.”
Or neutralize the side effects through other ans.
Without such a device, he had pushed the power of the Dragon Heart to the maximum, even using the armor.
Before realizing the na Demorus, he had already experinted.
Implenting skills learned throughout his life through magic.
Despite being called a pathetic core conduit, he had thought he could mimic so skills.
“Seven days, huh. I was knocked out.”
Whether due to not learning the skill or the fact that it absorbed imnse 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 sothing 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 ergency treatnt 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 !”
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 complint.”
“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 unhard.”
“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 ntal education.
“Well done.”
It might not have been apparent from the outside, but the ti 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 what to do!”
“Hmm.”
When Sein seed 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 na “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 rchants dressed in quite luxurious clothing waiting for Sein.
“We greet the hero of Borfeo.”
The rchants welcod Sein with a polite attitude, as if welcoming a legendary hero.
It made sense as the back alleys were closely related to the rchants.
“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 rchants perked up at Sein’s words.
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