The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 61

“Well then, enjoy your meal comfortably.”

As Alman’s words fell ominously, everyone started eating.

“Ridiculous.”

Seeing that scene, Sein also spoke while putting a piece of meat into his mouth.

“It’s amusing how those who are about to die, and those they’ll kill, peacefully share a meal.”

It was a statement devoid of any emotion.

“…….”

In an instant, the atmosphere in the dining hall turned tense.

“Unlucky.”

A voice came from Dante’s side.

“There’s no need for that.”

It was Domos who swiftly put an end to the tense atmosphere.

“Do we really need to be angry when those who are about to die are enjoying their last supper?”

Clatter, a laughter came from Dante’s side.

This time, it was Lasciel’s side where the atmosphere sank.

It was clear to everyone that Domos’ words were talking about Lasciel’s defeat.

“Well, that’s true.”

At that moment, Sein’s voice chimed in.

“It must be so unfair for those who will soon become corpses, having lived on combat rations only.”

“Clatter….”

“We should eat a lot and build up our strength. That’s the only way….”

Sizzle.

“We can enjoy ourselves a bit too.”

Crash.

The sound of tableware breaking came from Dante’s side.

“Ouch, our master cherishes that. If they die, we can sell it as an heirloom to pay off debts. Won’t that fetch a good sum?”

Watching Sein, who spoke with a bandana tied around his head, Dante’s candidates grumbled.

They had no intention of getting involved in the kids’ fight.

“Don’t you think so?”

There was nothing as entertaining as the kids’ fight.

“Right.”

“Hey, looks like today’s meal won’t even be worth the price.”

But it wasn’t just for that simple reason.

“You guys.”

The grandeur of Dante seen in the garden of Rasiel.

“Let them feel intimidated by those bastards once more.”

Though brief, Rasiel’s candidates were overwhelmed by that grandeur.

It was something that neither the experience of battle nor the challenge of death could overcome.

A longing that any human would inevitably possess.

Dante had the power to provoke that.

“I’ll split your skull open.”

But there was someone who surpassed all that, Saint.

“…W-What are you talking about? Who got intimidated?”

“They all chickened out. Sons of bitches.”

With that one word, even the slightest unease held by Rasiel’s candidates vanished.

Flinch.

Damos trembled as if unable to contain his anger.

“Go have your meal.”

Rohan suppressed those candidates of Dante in such manner.

Saint, who had hoped for a brawl, soon lost interest.

“It’s not just for now anyway.”

The interaction with Dante had only just begun.

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As expected, Saint’s prediction was accurate.

After the meal came the free time.

“Those rascals were quite the talkers earlier.”

Energetic young men.

Moreover, those who would soon be enemies had even had a bit of alcohol?

“Say that again.”

To avoid a fight was impossible.

“Wow, this guy’s insane.”

Rasiel’s candidates countered.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“…?”

“You and your dad are just like our dads.”

…!

“Referring to the esteemed Demorus’s lineage as rascals, are you a traitor?”

Days spent with Saint.

Experiencing all sorts of misfortunes and temptations without faltering for a month, they were.

And of course.

“I must inform the Masters of this fact, we must eliminate this traitorous scum.”

What the candidates learned was not just battle, but also Saint’s eloquence and rhetoric.

The candidates of Rasiel blushed at the words of Dante’s candidates.

To deny it now would be like spitting on their own faces.

Yet to apologize or defend themselves would be like spitting phlegm on their faces.

“Tsk, tsk.”

The overwhelming rhetoric of Rasiel’s candidates made a tsking sound.

“These bastards!”

In the end, what Dante chose was force.

Among Demorus’ candidates, Rasiel’s candidates were the weakest.

Like typical inhabitants of the Dark Alley, they knew that strength was most effective in such situations.

Gooo.

The tense atmosphere suddenly overheated.

The magical heat emanating from Dante’s candidates heated up the training ground.

Kukuku!

They began to press heavily on Rasiel’s candidates.

Ssik.

Dante’s candidates, sensing victory, smiled.

“Punks like you need a lesson…”

As they confidently threw their words,

Dante’s candidates realized something was amiss.

“What are you doing? You fools.”

Rasiel’s candidates, unaffectedly, stood with calm expressions, directly receiving the magic.

Not a drop of sweat, not a tremor in their bodies.

Gooo!

They had to draw out even more magic.

At that moment,

Ssik.

With a laughter reminiscent of someone,

Kwaaaa!

Rasiel’s candidates released their magic.

Engaging in a showdown of magic and power with Dante’s.

Boom!

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The magic emitted by Rasiel’s candidates rebounded Dante’s magic, suppressing them.

“Ugh.”

Some of Dante’s candidates groaned at the unexpected counterattack.

As if raising their spirits to draw out even more magic,

“Magic?”

Dante’s candidates realized.

Their magic wasn’t even flinching.

Only now could they see Rasiel’s candidates again.

They.

“What are you doing?”

It seemed so huge.

‘How?’

Rasiel’s candidates were clearly the weakest among Demoros’s candidates.

Especially considering the information they had compiled.

Just a few months ago, these rookies didn’t even know if they were Demoros.

Even if it had been a few months, it was a period that would end after a few missions.

“What. Are. You. Doing?”

How could this be happening?

The approaching candidates of Rasiel.

Dante’s candidates unconsciously swallowed hard.

Swish.

The force that came rushing in dispersed the aura emitted by both Rasiel’s candidates and Dante’s candidates.

“What are you all doing here?”

“Damnos….”

Approaching was Damnos of Dante.

“Tsk.”

He seemed to understand the situation as he clicked his tongue.

“The Master calls. Stop messing around and follow me.”

The appearing Damnos quickly organized the situation.

The backs of the Pasen soldiers.

Yet Rasiel’s candidates couldn’t follow them.

“That one, he’s a real monster.”

Damnos, overwhelmed by just one of them.

But he didn’t lose his composure.

“How do you think he compares to that one?”

A question arose among the candidates.

“Make some sense.”

Shiver.

Some candidates even trembled.

“That guy’s seriously messed up. Seriously.”

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Bam!

The sound of a slap echoed.

“Fools.”

Damnos muttered, unable to contain his anger.

“Why bother with those punks when there’s nothing to show off?”

“…Damnos. That’s not it.”

“If you pick a fight, you should see it through to the end.”

Dante’s potential candidates fell silent at Damos’s manic eyes.

“Just to suffer such humiliation from those insignificant fools!”

Crack!

Damos’s energy poured out.

Thud, thud.

The candidates, as if overwhelmed by Damos’s energy, grimaced.

Yet, seemingly not satisfied, Damos trampled the fallen candidates.

“It doesn’t seem like their fault.”

A shadow by the window spoke to Damos.

“The candidates from Lasel, their story differs from what we’ve heard.”

Another shadow revealed itself.

“They were not mere novices unable to handle magic properly.”

They were the ones who had scrutinized Lasel’s candidates since their arrival.

“Especially that guy named Sein…”

“Enough.”

Damos said.

“They’ve just turned from trash that should’ve been discarded to pests.”

Damos was resolute.

“So, you lack confidence?”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Even then, they are just candidates.”

As light streamed in, their faces were revealed.

All of similar age.

But these were different.

“We don’t consider ourselves just candidates, do we?”

They were those who could boast of Dante.

Hailing from prestigious backgrounds.

Having handled magic from a young age, forced to use it like their own bodies.

Those who wielded daggers rather than playing with toys.

“By the way, that kid seems to have joined Sein.”

“A nobody. From a prestigious family to serving under someone.”

Finally.

Snick.

A smile spread across Damos’s lips.

“Yes, pests indeed.”

Though hidden, Damos was the one who sensed it the best.

A hint of unease.

Something primal and instinctive felt since entering Lasel.

Yet, it was something he couldn’t acknowledge.

‘I.’

From the original family.

The most likely successor of Dante.

He received Rohan’s approval, so there was no reason for him to be afraid.

“Well… they are just vermin.”

Damos stood calmly by the window.

“After all, they are just vermin who will be trampled and crushed to death.”

It’s just a matter of time.

Now that he thought the candidate competition would soon be over, he realized he had momentarily thought wrong.

‘I am strong.’

The strongest of Dante.

‘I am…’

Eyes gleaming with determination.

“I will become the successor of Demorus and take on the role of the leader.”

That is the reason for his existence.

“Yes, you will become the leader.”

“We will assist you and eliminate the three major organizations.”

It was decided.

“The candidates of Rasiel. Soon, they will all be buried.”

The method of interaction was to be determined by Dante.

And Damos…

“From the labyrinth.”

He already knew that method.

Rasiel’s garden. Everyone who resided in Rasiel seemed to have come out.

Among them, standing out uniquely, were Dante.

On the pedestal in front of the splendid fountain, there were Alman with a gentle demeanor and a sharp-looking man, Rohan.

“You must have slept well last night.”

Alman’s voice echoed through the garden.