The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 10

“The epitome of defeat, Cyclops, isn’t it?”

Small stature, repulsive appearance.

With bulging eyes, he was Frog, also known as the Outlaw.

“They said you were torn apart by some lunatic, but you look intact.”

Chin.

Frog said, propping his legs on the table.

Given his already short legs, it looked quite comical.

“…And that ridiculous lump of a nose is still there, Frog.”

“What?”

At Cyclops’s words, the atmosphere turned hostile.

Here were Cyclops and his two subordinates.

And Prog and his fervent followers were also present.

“There’s no point in digging into me. I’ve already grasped my point clearly.”

“Oh. After being roughed up by the ogre, you still couldn’t pull yourself together. Seems like the crazy dog’s bite was fierce.”

“Indeed.”

As Cyclops acknowledged it as a matter of course, a glint appeared in Prog’s eyes.

Cyclops was a man of strong pride.

As the leader of a renowned mercenary group, he had quite a bit of pride.

For such a man to admit it so casually.

“So, why did you want to meet? I met you out of respect before, but I won’t see you again. You’re nothing now.”

“I know.”

Cyclops.

Chin.

He placed a lump of gold coins on the table.

It seemed like it could easily amount to a thousand gold.

“Let’s make a deal. You grotesque frog.”

Prog licked his lips as he looked at the gold coins on the table.

As greedy for money as a fox, Prog was a frog with just as much greed.

“A deal?”

The one who seemed ready to kill moments ago now spoke with curiosity.

“Yes. A deal.”

“What’s the deal?”

Saying so, Prog toyed with his dagger.

“…….”

Cyclops couldn’t easily continue speaking.

“…Let’s hunt down the crazy dog together.”

That was Cyclops’s offer.

Snickering, Prog smiled.

“After acting all noble for so long, is betrayal all you can think of?”

“Betrayal, you say. Watch your words, frog.”

Cyclops slammed the table as if feeling unjust.

Bam!

“Even if the ogre is a monster beyond the norms, that crazy dog is not!”

It was a voice filled with anger.

“Are you telling me to submit to someone who steals by force?”

“So, you’ll pay a thousand gold for catching a mad dog?”

“It’s a deposit. Catching a mad dog will bring more than that.”

“Ah.”

Prog wore an even more despicable smile.

“Did you have quite a sum of hidden money? I didn’t know you were so capable.”

“So, are you going to do it? Or not.”

Swish.

Without a reply, Prog continued to sharpen his dagger.

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“I decline.”

That was the final decision.

“…Why? I thought someone crazy for money like you would surely accept.”

“I’ve heard rumors about the mad dog too.”

“What?”

What’s this about now?

“There’s a subordinate from Chichiron. He said something about it.”

Tap.

“He mentioned that the mad dogs from Chichiron are extremely vicious, never know when to let go.”

It was quite an impressive story.

A subordinate who claimed he would do anything, even run away from a mad dog.

“But in the end, it’s still a ‘dog.’”

Swish.

Prog rose to his feet.

“I thought he was just a guard dog, no need to worry. It was surprising to see him leave the house.”

“You’re giving up three thousand gold just for that petty reason? You?”

“What are you talking about, Cyclops?”

Shuffle.

Suddenly, a dagger was inches away from Cyclops’ eyes.

Snick.

Prog’s torn lips seemed to hook onto his ears.

“There’s already a thousand gold on this table, right? The remaining two thousand gold, I’ll find out where it is from you through torture. You probably haven’t handed everything over to the mad dog yet.”

“…”

“It’s best not to run or cause trouble. My men are already surrounding the area.”

The sharpening of the dagger was a signal.

Don’t give him a chance to escape.

‘Thank goodness.’

Since the appearance of the Ogre, Prog had kept his subordinates on standby out of fear.

An inescapable swamp.

Cyclops had fallen into a trap.

“So…?”

But something was off.

“Smile?”

Cyclops was smiling as if it were his own.

“If you heard rumors about me, that’s good.”

A voice came from behind at that moment.

Swish!

Without hesitation, Prog rotated his body and brandished his dagger.

Shiver!

Prog’s dagger, obstructed by something, was trembling.

“A finger…?”

A finger.

Someone’s outstretched index finger was blocking his razor-sharp dagger.

“You crazy bastard!”

“Since that crazy bastard escaped outside, it might be fun to let him bite once.”

Crash!

Due to Sein’s kick, Prog’s small new shoe went flying helplessly.

“You hardly ever step out of the house, so I tried something annoying.”

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“Boss!”

As Prog was being attacked, his waiting subordinates began to rush in.

“How…?”

Meanwhile, Prog was more astonished than in pain.

He hadn’t let his guard down while setting the meeting place.

Even this pier was being protected by dozens of subordinates.

But.

‘How did he come up from behind…?’

Without a sound, the crazy bastard, Sein, had appeared behind him.

‘If he had tried to kill me, he would have been dead for sure.’

Being Prog, who had crossed the boundaries of life and death regardless of what others said.

Oh dear.

He couldn’t even fathom what Sein had done.

Of course.

There was no way even the boss of the back alleys of Borfeo would know.

The lives Sein had traversed.

Among the lives he had “played.”

“What’s wrong, why are you all hesitating like that?”

It would never be known that he was also an assassin who grasped the continent.

“…Crazy.”

“Monster, it’s a monster.”

Almost half of the subordinates who were already inside the dock had died.

It was when Prog flew and crashed into the wall, trying to assess the situation.

“No reinforcements are coming from outside.”

Perhaps everyone was dead.

Could it be possible?

Such doubts only lingered for a moment.

Crash!

Even Cyclops, who seemed to be just watching, swung his sword towards Prog’s subordinates.

“Hahaha! You sons of bitches! This is our new leader, the crazy bastard of Cyclops!”

Seeing Sein’s majesty, Cyclops became even more spirited.

Prog bit his lip.

But he had no intention of dying like this.

“Your teeth may be sharp, you crazy bastard….”

With one leg and a crutch as support, Prog, who had transformed into a standing position.

“I, Borpeo’s…!”

Click!

A change occurred in the leg that was thought to be just a crutch.

“Poisonous toad!”

Pfooom-!

In an instant, smoke filled the room.

Poisonous toad.

A name that called Prog, who dominated Borpeo’s back alleys with drugs and smuggled drugs through the river.

“Ke, cough! B-Boss!”

“Keeeeh!”

Prog’s subordinates groaned in pain as they fell.

“You damn dogs…!”

Cyclops, who had been overwhelmed by Sein’s performance, also collapsed.

“Kekeke. It’s Ormi’s poison. You bastards.”

Not leading straight to death, but a poison that brought excruciating pain leading to death.

Prog.

“Damn, I saved it to use against the ogres.”

Having survived this long in this manner.

“Since it’s come to this, you guys will have to be my outlet.”

He doesn’t kill through poison.

He keeps them alive in agony.

Rip.

And with his own hands, tearing them apart until they beg for forgiveness.

That was Prog’s way.

“Especially you, you crazy bastard….”

Advancing through the smoke, Prog clashed his dagger.

But soon, he came to a halt, unable to do anything but gaze up with a vacant expression.

“Is this all you’ve hidden?”

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Eyes flickered in the smoke.

Clearly sky-colored.

“And let’s get to the point.”

“H-how?”

If his eyes felt too crimson, was it an illusion?

“The fool is not me, it’s you. Oh, and that outsider over there too.”

“How on earth-!”

Prog thrust his dagger towards the eyes.

“Don’t worry.”

There was no way he could know.

“Whether I’m able-bodied or disabled, I never discriminate.”

Thud!

The dragon, known as the strongest lifeform.

What doesn’t affect them is poison.

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“Derren.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“How’s the sector handover going?”

It had been three days since Prog’s death.

Sein, who seemed like a wild beast ready to sweep through Borfeo, paused for a moment.

“We’ve taken over Prog’s sector too.”

“And the subordinates?”

As Sein continued his questioning.

“Aaah!”

“Help, help!”

Accompanied by screams echoing from the dock outside.

Splash!

The sound of ripples spreading in the Bysical River continued to be heard.

“I’ve sorted it out now.”

“Good job.”

Prog was a drug dealer.

Spreading drugs throughout Borfeo.

Naturally, most of his subordinates were addicted to Prog’s drugs.

“Eyes.”

“Yes… Y-yes, Captain!”

Cyclops shouted in a sharp manner.

He had never attempted such a sharp angle since his days as a novice mercenary.

“Keep it in mind.”

The grumpy old man sat askew.

“I don’t care about anything else, but drugs and prostitution are strictly off-limits.”

In the ominous atmosphere, Cyclops sealed his lips.

“Understood?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good.”

Three days.

Time passed since Frog’s death.

Sein remained still, but Cyclops and Deren were stirring up the back alleys, taking over Frog’s territory.

‘Not moving.’

For instance, it was like poking.

How would Borpeo’s back alleys react?

‘Ogre.’

To investigate how the monster, now the new boss of the back alleys, would react.

Yet, despite three days passing, they did not move.