The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 73

“If you have any questions, feel free to ask at any time.”

With that, Ferio and the maids left their seats.

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Demorus was more like a small country than a single family.

A heavenly fortress erected on a sheer cliff.

With the size of a castle, inside it existed a village for the main Demorus family and the families of the servants.

Clang! Clang!

The clear sound of metal and sparks flying.

The first facility in Demorus that the Lord visited was the blacksmith.

“Wow.”

Looking at the unfolded appearance of the grand forge, Sein couldn’t help but be sincerely impressed.

It reminded him of Domordafa, once one of the greatest forges of the Empire.

Dozens of furnaces were constantly spewing flames, and mithril and the like were rolling on the floor carelessly.

“Quite impressive.”

As he examined the completed and displayed weapons, praise came naturally to his lips.

“They say the Empire’s technology seeped into the Dark Lands.”

Indeed, those traces were clearly visible.

Especially the Empire’s refining techniques that were said to have greatly influenced Demorus.

Clang!

The sight of the forge was quite astonishing even to Sein.

“What are these?”

From unfamiliar ores to weapons in shapes he had never seen before.

What was also intriguing was that despite newcomers entering the forge, no one paid them any attention.

Clang!

They just quietly went about their business.

“It’s all within Demorus, anyway.”

The ability to focus solely on their work without worrying about anything else here would be the trust and stability Demorus provided them.

“Hmm.”

Although he had intended to just watch, his blood stirred.

Sein loved the craftsmanship itself, as well as the thousands of lives present there.

But among them, there existed lives that captivated his heart even more.

Whoosh!

Watching the flames attached to the furnace brought a sense of comfort.

Clang!

Upon hearing the ringing of the hammer by his ear, all other thoughts vanished.

-The life of a blacksmith.

That unremarkable life held boundless possibilities and was the life Sein had played the longest.

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“It’s been a while since I properly wielded a hammer.”

No one’s permission was required.

Before he knew it, Sein had a hammer and a piece of metal in his hand, kneeling on the floor.

Whoosh.

Watching the flames burn, he calmed his heart.

Clang!

The crisp sound of the hammer echoed.

At that moment.

A twitch.

The artisans, who had been hammering away, stopped for the first time.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The echoing sound of the hammer spread.

“…….”

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Sein, who was focused on his work within the safety guaranteed by Demorus, was unaware.

Clang!

At that moment, the sound of a hammer echoing in the blacksmith shop reminded him that there was only his hammer.

Clang!

Clank.

The small, clear sound of the hammer marked the end of it all.

Thud.

Sweat dripped down Sein’s forehead and face.

Despite Sein’s high resistance to flames, the heat emanating from the forge in Demorus’s blacksmith shop made even him perspire.

“…….”

Sein’s expression upon finishing everything was dry.

It was not a forced fake smile but Sein’s original face.

Hmm.

What Sein was holding now was something that could unleash everything he had.

“I’ve never felt like this before.”

Sein, who had been obsessed with enjoying speculative adventures through games, had never experienced anything like this.

The intense sense of reality, coupled with emotions from back then, led to the creation of something unimaginable that gripped Sein’s hand.

A small dagger.

Engraved on it, the intricate pattern of a long dragon.

“…….”

Unconsciously gazing at the etching, Sein spoke.

“How long are you going to keep doing this?”

It had been quite some time since he noticed.

No matter how focused he was, there was no way he could have completely lost himself in Demorus, which was essentially a battlefield.

Yet, sensing their desire keenly through their eyes, he had let them be.

“Sein, the successor candidate….”

A voice whispered softly from somewhere.

“Who exactly are you?”

Sein slowly turned his head.

The aged blacksmith, whose strength with a hammer was uncertain, continued speaking, his Adam’s apple trembling as he moved.

“Who on earth are you….”

“What are you talking about? You just said it yourself. Sein, the successor candidate.”

“Well….”

It was the blacksmith shop of Demorus, regarded as the best on the current continent.

Of course, there were one or two other blacksmith shops at a similar level, but many considered Demorus’s shop the best.

Naturally, the blacksmiths within it could also be considered the best on the continent.

Clank.

Someone clashed a hammer against an anvil.

Clang!

It rose like a chain reaction, stirring the hearts of other blacksmiths.

Clang clang clang!

It was a sign of respect and awe.

A congratulatory gesture unique to blacksmiths when one crafts a masterpiece that will be remembered for a lifetime.

“Give it a name….”

The old man spoke to the young man.

“Would you give it a name?”

The old man asked the young man, who held a short sword, to name it.

“Semoral.”

The young man said.

“The name of this sword is Semoral.”

Klang!

Upon hearing the young man’s voice, the old man, too, raised his hammer and struck the anvil.

“Another legend is born in Demorus’s forge.”

All the blacksmiths listened intently to the softly spreading voice of the old man.

“From today, we will close the forge for two weeks and extinguish all furnaces.”

They knew it was also a congratulatory gesture for the birth of a new legendary-grade item.

“Will you join us?”

Upon the old man’s question, the young man finally smiled faintly.

“Let’s do it.”

For the next three days, the young man did not leave the forge.

Demorus’s servants continued to bring him food and drink.

“I said I had something to show him?”

Access to the forge was restricted even to Demorus’s acolytes.

“I need to make sure if Sein, that guy, is in there.”

Even the entry of Jhagar, one of the potential successors, was restricted.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t enter.”

“How dare these blacksmiths….”

Jhagar shouted as if he would break down the forge’s door, but it was to no avail.

“This is a promise given to us by our benefactor.”

In front of the benefactor’s name, Jhagar was nothing more than a lowly creature.

Crash.

The only thing he could do was turn around.

However, the only one inside, apart from the blacksmiths, was Sein.

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For a few days after leaving the forge, Sein observed Demorus’s facilities and craftsmen.

Nothing like the forge happened.

That day, as if Saint had unleashed something, an incident occurred.

Despite creating a potion in the alchemy room of Demorus to permanently enhance vitality, there was no particular reaction.

That was.

“Except for the forge, it’s just average.”

The inability to gauge what Saint had created.

It was because they couldn’t realize its effectiveness without Saint appealing to them by mentioning it.

It was an accidental event, yet its effect was significant.

“Lord Durte has requested an audience with Saint.”

Ferio spoke in a polite tone.

“Durte?”

“Among the divine of Demorus, he leads the 13th Legion.”

The explosive increase in interest towards Saint.

The reason was simple.

“Are they asking for something from the forge?”

Being the best in their field, the pride of the blacksmiths of Demorus soared high.

It was also a promise made when Demorus accepted the blacksmiths of the fallen empire.

Although the blacksmiths provided their skills to Demorus, many were dissatisfied as they were not receiving any special requests.

Then Saint appeared.

-We, the Dark Steel of Shadows, will prioritize the requests of Saint’s successor.

The forge made such a sudden declaration.

It was practically a declaration of support, making other successors uneasy and earning favor from those leading legions.

If their legions could be armed with better equipment, reaching higher positions was also possible.

“I decline.”

However, Saint was rejecting all their proposals outright.

“The harder the fruit is to reach, the more desperate you become to taste it.”

As time passed, their value would only increase.

“I will convey that.”

Having finished the conversation, Saint looked ahead.

There stood two individuals, a man and a woman, with tense postures.

“So, what do you want to say?”

Saint, who deliberately avoided face-to-face meetings, accepted them.

“The Great Steel, granddaughter of Pargen, Parfira.”

The woman, giving off a strong impression, spoke like a soldier.

“Pargen, you say.”

The senior blacksmith of the Dark Steel, who was once that old man.

He was the son of Jurgen, the empire’s top blacksmith, and the most highly recruited talent by Demorus.

It was said that if he hadn’t been there, Demorus might not have secured a place among the three dark families.

“But?”

“Your grandfather has requested your presence, Saint. Learning from you is…”

Silence.

Finishing her sentence, Parfi gnawed on her molars.

Seeming somewhat wounded in her pride, she continued speaking.

“It seems better than learning from that person….”

Having to deny the figure she admired the most, how vexing it was.

“You don’t seem to think so?”

In response to Sein’s words, Parfi fell silent for a moment before speaking.

“No, I do not. I saw the dagger made by Sein that day.”

The dagger crafted by Sein, Semoiral, was adorned in one of the highest places of dark steel.

“Just that my mind comprehends it, but my heart does not.”

She was an unusual person.

However.

“Honesty is appreciated. You pass.”

“Thank you.”

“So, what about you?”

A young man with a fragile impression.

The dark circles under his chin indicated that he was not ordinary.

“Tuki…. Diark…. Origin….”

Seeing the lad who appeared half out of his mind, Parfi, who stood stiffly, furrowed her brows.

“If you’re Diark, it’s the Alchemy Chamber, why you?”

“…Created it….”

The one introduced as Tuki said.

“Enhancing regenerative ability…, permanent….”

A low voice.

“You pass.”

Sein immediately granted him approval.

They were to enter the Alchemy Chamber of Demorus.

Naturally, there had to be at least one talent.

“From today, you are my syndicate….”

Sein addressed them.

“The founding members of Semoiral.”

“Thank you!”

“Thank you….”

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The successor candidate of Demorus was in a position equal to or superior to the heads of the three sub-organizations.

As such, they received many privileges, one of which was the founding of the syndicate.

And another one was.

“What’s that over there?”

“…A carriage?”

In the lower area of Zone 3 where the main house is located, free movement was always possible.

“The carriage is quite elegant, isn’t it.”

“It looks rather sophisticated, doesn’t it?”

“It’s black.”

The guards standing in front of the wooden gates spoke with a sense of curiosity.

This place they were in was Zone 10.

It was the lowest area, often referred to as the garbage dump.

Occasionally, merchants would visit, but those who came to Zone 10 did not arrive in such elegant carriages.

“Halt right there.”

Naturally, they cautiously halted the carriage.