The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

But he was different from those designated as successor candidates.

“Peperonga or whatever got beaten badly by me and ran away.”

“….!”

Unbelieving faces.

There might be questions they wanted to ask, but they couldn’t.

Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff-boom!

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The dark ball split by Sain erupted and exploded.

“Aaargh!”

In an instant, Tonba’s castle anger turned into a sea of fire.

He had been gathering strength to target Sain, but the explosion, born out of lost control, was a disaster.

Those who were reveling and playing like madmen.

“G-gurk, g-guurg….”

“Gyaaargh!”

They screamed with black flames all over their bodies.

“What’s happening…! Uwaaaah!”

Tonba’s lord was no exception.

But Brando, whom they should blame, couldn’t bear their accusations.

“G-guh! G-guurg!”

He suffered the most from the dark ball’s eruption.

A face melting in flames.

Clothes stuck to the skin.

Eyes dark and prominently visible within.

It seemed like he was seeing something distinctly different from a human.

“It was you!”

Brando shouted towards Sain.

“The demon the master was looking for!”

The story had spread.

Since that day, Pepero had been interrogating about himself.

However, because the witch was involved, it was not easy to reveal and find, as there were rumors that she had committed a sin and moved cautiously.

“Too much, a demon.”

A man with a smiling face.

Brando finally opened his eyes and reached out both hands.

It was when the rapidly surging dark magic was about to turn into a massive dark ball again.

“Would you prefer to be called a demon king?”

The man who was already in position.

He lowered his body, held the sword handle at his waist.

A stance of readiness.

Only a very small number of people would be able to properly recognize this.

Goooo!

Anyone could sense how dangerous and powerful the magic surging through the man’s body right now was.

“Die!”

As the dark ball created by Brando flew swiftly towards the man.

“Chamsal.”

The man’s sword also emerged from its sheath.

Wooong.

A faint resonance echoed.

The dark ball stopped in mid-air, and a long rift appeared horizontally there.

However, the power of Chamsal was barely at that level.

Swish.

In front of the man, beside him.

A long line was drawn in all of it.

Kwaaaaaang!

As the dark ball exploded, the Tonba castle began to split in half.

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“Arrogant bastard!”

The drunken lord of Carmel, Campegi.

His face was flushed with intoxication and anger.

“Who does that candidate think he is!”

He knows that even candidates have Demoras blood flowing in them.

They too are Demoras, so they cannot be ignored.

So, what should be done?

“Damn you!”

He is the lord of Zone 5.

Not the owner of the lower ranks, the lord of Zone 5! Campegi!

He had requested Demoras for half a year.

“Do you find it annoying?”

Arriving at the estate, Sein Demorus was insufferably arrogant.

Not only did he disregard the sanctity of his title, but he also spewed vulgar language.

“How much money have I spent!”

Because of that, even the enjoyable party couldn’t bring him joy.

“Where is the successor candidate of Demorus?”

“Where is the person you mentioned, my lord?”

Everyone inquired about Sein and searched for him.

“He will arrive soon.”

His grandiose assurance made him feel so miserable for the first time.

“Sein… Sein!”

That insolent kid.

Snicker.

“Well, he’s just a candidate after all.”

But soon, he thought of a plan and smiled.

“Well, he’s now the newly appointed successor candidate. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

A knight supporting the campaign replied.

“The one summoned by Tonba is the youngest of the Immortal.”

The Immortal, considered inferior to Demorus but with a subtle difference.

“Although the youngest of the Immortal, being from the main family and having been on the front lines for quite some time.”

Campaign sighed.

“Who do you think will win?”

The knight hesitated.

If someone were to hear his answer now, Demorus or the Immortal might not take it lightly.

But ultimately, the knight’s lord was Campaign.

If he didn’t answer as desired now, it might be hard to think about the future.

“I, I think the Immortal will prevail.”

“Is that so? Really?”

Anyway, the territorial dispute was just a game, and although pride might be hurt depending on the outcome, it wouldn’t be as bruised as during this party.

“I should inform Tonba. Tell him to crush Sein Demorus’s spirit mercilessly.”

“…!”

“If luck is on our side, that arrogant fellow might even meet his end at the hands of the Immortal’s youngest!”

“My lord.”

“I should give the tribute meant for Demorus to Tonba. I was already considering switching sides.”

“My lord… It’s too risky.”

At the knight’s words, Campaign’s face flushed again.

“You! Are you disrespecting me too?”

“N-No, my lord.”

Despite the knight’s apologies, Campaign reached his chambers.

“Ugh. Useless! Utterly useless!”

If I were born in a place like Demorus, the sky would have been extraordinary, and even the Imperial Empire might have crumbled.

It’s just regrettable to be born in a measly 5th district like this…

“You’re late.”

At that moment, a voice sounded in his bedroom where no one should have been.

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“Who the… are you?”

Campegi exclaimed in surprise.

The drunkenness that had just reached the top of his head seemed to dissipate in an instant.

“Aren’t you the guards of Lord Saint’s successor?”

The companions of Saint who had attended the party on behalf of Saint.

One was from the 10th district, a low-born, and the other, somewhat of noble birth as the candidate.

“….”

He wasn’t pleased with the low-born from the 10th district, but the candidate wasn’t bad.

With sturdy muscles, beauty, and charisma.

There were many nobles salivating over him, and could one say the candidate could improve their lineage a bit?

“Perhaps…”

The drunkenness hadn’t completely subsided.

“Was this sent by Saint?”

The low-born from the 10th district had no clue.

Campegi was only interested in one thing, Roberta.

“Haha. You’re more respected than Saint.”

To think of his feelings and send guards to the bedroom like this.

It seems quite common to receive such gifts from the upper districts.

However, Roberta frowned at Campegi’s words.

“Why the frown?”

A new voice was heard.

“If you can’t stand cursing at me while guarding me, at least tolerate it when directed at you.”

“….”

“If you can’t control your anger and act out, you’ll be spitting on my face.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Roberta raised his voice in external affairs.

“Not just anyone other than Saint.”

Campegi spoke as if his enthusiasm had waned.

Or rather, he felt displeased.

“Why have you come to my bedroom on this ambitious night?”

Saint, who didn’t attend the party, was in the bedroom.

Thinking of it as a form of protest or disregard.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Sein, rising from Campegi’s bed, raised his hand apologetically.

“I think I might have been too harsh, I’m sorry.”

“Hmm…”

Those words slightly lifted Campegi’s mood.

“How upset you must be. Spending a large sum to bring me here, only for me to not follow your advice.”

“I, I appreciate your understanding.”

Campegi felt the alcohol slowly wearing off.

Only then could he realize.

That this situation was not ordinary.

Gulp.

The words Sein had just spoken…

“I can offend Démoras.”

The conversation about the words he drunkenly uttered.

“T-That’s not it!”

The intoxication was quickly fading.

“Oh, it’s a misunderstanding!”

He had touched something he should not have.

Maybe because he was unusually excited today, because he was angry with Sein, because he felt ignored.

No, something was off.

‘Come to think of it…’

He couldn’t remember the last time he was this drunk.

Campegi, confident when it came to alcohol.

‘Could it be him?’

If Sein had done something?

That was the moment.

“No, no. Why say that? I just came to give a gift.”

Thud.

Something fell beneath Campegi’s feet.

Something that fell beneath Campegi’s feet.

Campegi lowered his head.

“…Gasp!”

He was too shocked to even scream.

“I’m just impatient.”

Sein’s voice made Campegi’s heart race like crazy.

“After all, those who are potential successors to Démoras are busy people. They have so much to do.”

His stomach churned.

Beep-beep-beep!

It felt like he was losing consciousness.

“Ddalkkung!”

As the intoxication faded, the seemingly paused sound of a ddalkkung started to resound once again.

“Let’s consider the mission accomplished with this.”

At the feet of Campegi lay the lord of his friend, Tonba.

Precisely, it was his neck.

Just a while ago, a friend who enjoyed drinking and partying together now lay there with a face twisted in disgust.

“Oh, if you’re worried about the knights or soldiers of the territory, don’t be.”

Raising his head, Campegi looked at Saint’s face.

Rippling.

To Campegi, Saint’s face seemed to ripple like a wave.

“For a while, not only the territory but even a band of thieves won’t be able to withstand it. How many have survived?”

The playful tone made people go crazier.

“Are you listening?”

“…Immortal.”

Campegi suppressed something bursting out from his chest as he spoke.

“Immortalga’s… youngest… how is he… doing?”

There was Immortalga’s youngest who would have livened up the revelry with Saint.

“What about Brando, sir…?”

Brando.

A being who had received education and training in the Dark Tower longer than the Saint before his eyes.

No matter how much support Saint gained from Rasiel and Dante, the overwhelming experience gap would crush Saint….

“Oh, did we need that lad’s neck too?”

“……!”

“If there was an extra charge, I would have brought it.”

Shivering.

Campegi’s whole body trembled like a leaf.

“Regardless, the job is done.”

Saint said firmly.

“The law of the jungle….”

Campegi’s faint voice.

But he didn’t let it out any further.

“I’ll spare you today, Campegi.”

Because Saint’s voice flowed in.

“Roberta by my side would want to tear you apart right away, but I’ll hold her back. You need to live to be worth something.”

“……”

Swoosh.