The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player
The Successor of the dark family is a Cheat Player Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Three days had passed since Sein regained consciousness.

“Ugh! F…uck! I thought I was going to die.”

It’s like mistaking the horse’s mane for a lantern.

To claim to have seen it without leveling up is like putting the cart before the horse—it’s truly a dreadful thing”

Cyclops greeted Sein as he got up.

“Boss! Are you awake?”

He was middle-aged and had lost an eye to the Ogre, but he had a surprisingly bright gaze even with an eyepatch over it.

“Where is this?”

“It’s my hideout.”

It seemed like a good place to keep Sein safe while he was defenseless.

“But that’s unexpected.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you had killed me while you were sleeping, you would have been the new owner of the back alley in Borpheo.”

Sein made a gesture to cut his own throat.

“Ugh! What do you mean!”

The Cyclops shouted.

“Hans knows what gratitude is.”

“Hans?”

“Did you not know? It’s my name.”

His voice sounded a bit off.

“Hmm…”

Sigh.

He guessed he should give him some credit.

“Well done.”

Of course, the Cyclops, or rather Hans, would not have tried to take advantage of him when he was defenseless.

If even a hint of doubt had crossed his mind, Darren wouldn’t have let him do it either.

“It’s a shame. If you had tried to kill me…”

Sein’s smile grew wider.

“Pfft! I would have been able to see your body explode.”

“A…are you serious?”

“If you’re curious, why don’t you try it?”

Sein got up.

“…Damn.”

His condition was indeed the worst it could be.

The reason was simple.

‘I overdid it during the battle with the Ogre.’

He had used the power of Dragon Heart excessively and violently.

His current body was still not strong enough to handle that violent power.

‘I should have been at least level 10 to use it properly.’

Otherwise, he would have needed to use a different perk to counteract the side effects.

Without such a device, he had used the power of Dragon Heart to its fullest, and he had even used Ironclad.

Sein had already experimented with this before he realized the name Demorus.

Using the skills he had learned in his previous life to manifest through magic.

It was a shabby Core Barrel, but he thought he could mimic a few skills.

“Seven days and nights? I was unconscious, right?”

Due to not having learned the skill, or perhaps due to it, not only did it consume an immense amount of mana, but it also burdened his body, leaving him bedridden for a week.

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

‘And…’

Another thing.

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

“Three days, Boss!”

If it was three days, then…

“Then I have four days left.”

His heart had now stopped.

It was an emergency first aid performed by Arin to stop the so-called blessing and the backlash from Dragon Heart.

With his heart stopped, it was strange for his body to function properly.

It was only because Arin was such a great necromancer that he was able to breathe and talk like this.

“Still, four days should be enough.”

Sein left Hans’ hideout.

* * *

*”P…lease spare my life!”*

Short hair, one ear covered.

She was a woman with an alluring appearance who seemed to be in her late twenties.

“She’s the fox.”

It was Fox, one of the owners who had divided the back alley of Borpheo.

“The Ogre only cut off one ear.”

Sein was genuinely surprised.

While she couldn’t be compared to Arin, Fox was a beautiful woman.

“Is this because city girls are different?”

“T…thank you.”

“It’s not a compliment.”

“S…sorry.”

Fox, completely terrified, was shaking uncontrollably with her head on the floor.

The reason was simple.

‘He had thrown the Ogre’s body into the back alley.’

It was Darren again.

After Sein collapsed, Darren had collected the Ogre’s body and left it in the back alley for a day.

It was a warning to everyone in the back alley to watch how Sein’s enemies ended up.

On top of that.

Darren had brainwashed Fox while he was sleeping.

“Well done.”

On the surface, it didn’t show, but the time Fox had spent in the past three days must have been truly terrible.

Even though she might have been a seasoned ruler of the back alleys,

“You have a lot of money saved up, don’t you?”

“I gave it all to Lord Darren!”

“Are you somewhat skilled at making money?”

“I am confident!”

Fox straightened up, her posture suddenly rigid like a new recruit.

“I can do anything you ask!”

“Hmm.”

Seeing Sein seemingly lost in thought, Fox’s head shot up anxiously.

“I, I am good at many things!”

Sein was the one who had slain Wolf, Frog, and even the Ogre. The nickname ‘Mad Dog’ was spreading fear like wildfire in Borpheo’s Back Alleys.

“Nighttime activities as well…”

Fox said this as she reached towards her clothes.

Sein cut her off.

“We can discuss your nighttime skills later. The important thing is that you’re demonstrably good at making money.”

“I can vouch for that!”

The Cyclops, Hans, also spoke up in support of Fox.

“She may be a sly fox, but her skills are undeniable. And to be honest, she’s not exactly crossed any lines.”

What Sein had heard about Fox beforehand was that she was rather merciful. It was even thanks to Fox that the Cyclops, who had lost his base and subordinates, was barely clinging on in the back alleys.

“Alright, you’re part of the team now.”

“Thank you!”

With Fox’s situation settled, Sein rose again.

There was still a lot to be done.

Expensively dressed merchants awaited Sein outside the building.

“We greet the hero of Borpheo!”

The merchants bowed respectfully to Sein, treating him like a legendary warrior. It made sense, since the back alleys were closely connected to the merchants.

“Alright, alright, enough with the formalities.”

Sein said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“We heard there was a war in the back alleys, and that you must have suffered significant losses.”

The merchants’ eyes widened at Sein’s words. Based on rumors, they had expected Sein to be a tyrant no better than the Ogre. But he seemed surprisingly reasonable.

“You’ll get used to the occasional scuffle. That’s the price of doing business in the back alleys. From now on, that’s the only level of disruption you need to worry about.”

“…Yes?”

“Just make sure you pay your tribute properly.”

“…! ”

Only then did the merchants realize their mistake.

“And here my right-hand man, Darren, will inform you about specific items. If you find any of the said items, bring them to me first. I’ll reimburse you for the base cost.”

They finally understood.

The being before them was a far more terrifying presence than the Ogre, the previous tyrant.

‘The Mad Dog of Chichiron’

It felt real now. A literal mad dog had become the ruler of the city.

“Certainly.”

A young merchant stepped forward, speaking with a confident air.

“If you wish, could you inform us first? We will do our utmost to acquire the items you require, Lord Sein.”

Sein eyed the young merchant with curiosity.

“Your name and affiliation?”

“Eiya. I manage the small but thriving Crow’s Perch.”

“You’re hired.”

Sein approached Eiya and spoke in a low voice.

“You’ll receive special treatment.”

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‘Eiya, was it?’

He seemed quite capable.

These back alley merchants were, in truth, nothing more than opportunists and scoundrels.

They were as much parasites as the scum of the back alleys, leeching off the hard work of others.

‘I don’t care how they make ends meet.’

Borpheo had become his domain. He had no need for such useless trash in his territory.

But Eiya was different.

‘He understood.’

He understood the meaning behind Sein’s words.

He was being challenged to prove his capabilities.

To demonstrate his ability to procure desired items.

To prove his worth.

Eiya was the only one among them who could be called a true merchant.

“This way.”

Sein walked alongside Hans and a few of his subordinates.

“…Ack!”

“I-I apologize!”

Residents, startled by Sein’s presence, either scampered away or bowed their heads in apology.

“This is excessive. I haven’t done anything.”

“It’s because of the Ogre.”

The Ogre, who didn’t seem like a particularly bad guy.

“He ordered us to sacrifice the residents.”

He had apparently demanded the kidnapping of back alley residents.

Children, old people, men, and women alike.

‘There must be a reason.’

That must be the reason.

‘He even knows how to reinforce Ironclad.’

Ironclad, and its evolved form, Bloodclad.

He had been using this method to enhance his abilities.

Ironclad imbued the metal with magic, transforming it into a component of iron.

However, to reach the higher state of Bloodclad, a crucial ingredient was required.

‘Blood.’

That crimson hue was not the color of any gemstone.

It was the deep red of blood flowing through human veins.

This method, discovered by a single user, had revolutionized the common understanding in Sanctuary, which had long believed that evolving into Bloodclad was a natural consequence of hunting monsters.

They discovered that the prerequisite for Bloodclad was blood.

Sanctuary, with its boundless freedom, was indeed another world where anything was possible.

“Barbic. That woman must have been the same.”

“Ba… Barbic, you say?”

Hans shuddered as he spoke.

“That’s right?”

“The Massacre Warrior Barbic… You mean that’s who you’re talking about?”

Massacre Warrior.

“It seems she’s of the same kind.”

Hans, oblivious to Sein’s soliloquy, continued rambling for a while, explaining how terrifying Barbic was and how many people she had killed.

“Quiet.”

However, Sein’s single word silenced Hans instantly.

The back alleys of Borpheo were surprisingly spacious for a city.

The world, they claimed, was about the size of Earth.

He once had the thought of slowly journeying across Sanctuary, but it never came to fruition.

“We’re here.”

Lost in his thoughts, Sein’s party reached their destination.

A dilapidated, decrepit building. It wouldn’t be surprising if it collapsed at any moment, and it seemed more likely to be inhabited by ghosts than humans.

“Isn’t this a haunted house?”

It was more believable that ghosts resided there.

“This is it.”

Yet, this was their destination.

“This is where Borpheo’s finest blacksmith resides.”

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