The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 92

“Don’t worry. I drugged the food. Even an elephant would pass out, right?”

He had put sleeping pills in the food he sent up earlier.

“Hmph. Good job.”

“What about the promise?”

Desera frowned at the innkeeper’s words.

“You have to confirm before giving.”

“Really?”

“I’m Desera. If you keep annoying me…”

Desera’s face twisted.

“Break the dancing inn and me?”

“I only ask for certainty.”

“Got it.”

A sleeping pill strong enough to knock out an elephant.

“If any issues arise with the young one, the promised money is off the table.”

“No problem since we gave separate meals.”

Desera signaled.

This caution was what had elevated Desera to the position of the head of the Gramma family.

“Kiki, Papa. You go in first.”

“Got it. Boss.”

“Tutu. You enter through the window.”

“Okay.”

Mission accomplished.

Desera, along with his subordinates, ascended to the second floor where the fugitives were staying.

Thump, thump.

Desera’s heart raced like mad.

But it wasn’t out of fear; it was the heart pounding with the thoughts of the wealth and woman he would soon possess.

‘Please.’

Just let him have ten gold coins.

Desera stood quietly in front of the door, sending the signal.

And finally.

Creak.

The door began to open cautiously.

One by one, Desera’s men entered through the now-open door.

Everything went according to plan.

However.

Kwaaang!

At that moment, the door closed on its own.

“W-What?”

Dazed, Desera tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Kiki! Papa!”

Desera called out for the subordinates who had entered first.

But all that echoed back was an eerie silence.

Then.

Squeeeeak….

The once-closed door creaked open cautiously.

Gulp.

For some reason, tension gripped her.

“If this is a joke, I won’t forgive it.”

Two fugitives, drugged and asleep, lay inside.

Dozens of subordinates were deployed for them.

Only when a problem arises….

Thud.

Desera’s shoes squelched on a sticky puddle as she entered the room.

“A puddle?”

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Even though it was the highest-grade inn in Grema’s 8th district.

Moreover, the fugitives had rented the best room in the inn.

There shouldn’t be a puddle like this, much less one that sticky.

“It’s too late.”

The voice that reached her seemed to freeze her heart.

Only then, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the now-open window, did the scene inside the room become clear.

Her trusted subordinates.

Those who could do any dirty deed for her.

“Huuh…!”

They all lay collapsed on the floor.

“Where should I cut?”

A beast.

The gaze was unforgettable.

“Neck? Waist?”

Even if it meant her own death.

“Decided. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury of asking the others.”

It was a beast, no, a monster.

Desera, in her final moment.

“Guards, you damn bastards.”

She could only blame the guards who spread false rumors.

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Grima was in complete chaos.

“Huh, huh.”

It was because a noble being, never seen in Sector 8, had visited.

“I, I greet Demorus-!”

“I greet Demorus!”

Everything happened in an instant.

As the castle gates opened and they entered, the lord came out to greet.

“Sincere thanks for visiting Grima…”

But they were ignored.

“Do not interfere.”

“Yes, yes!”

Demorus’s visit.

With a single word, the entire city could be obliterated.

Everyone watched their every move with bated breath, them.

No.

“Why on earth have you come here?”

They speculated why he had come to this place.

Grima was a city of little significance.

Unlike Borfeo, which had much to offer.

But there was one suspicious thing.

“Is it not because of that?”

Even before Demorus’s bloodline reached the city, Grima had already been in a huge uproar.

The largest Desera Family, boasting in the back alleys of Grima, was wiped out in just one day.

And the Rose Inn, which had a relatively good reputation in Grima, burned down, with its owner found burnt in the street.

That alone was already shocking, but the real problem began the next day.

“Aren’t you here to catch the fugitives?”

Grima’s back alleys were cleaned up in less than an hour.

The story goes.

-Bring all the brats living in the back alleys.

At the word, families gathered.

That day, for the first time in decades, Grima’s back alleys were united.

A fugitive with no name.

He became the leader of the back alleys.

Step by step.

Demorus’s footsteps had a clear destination.

“That’s right! Exactly!”

The back alleys.

To the Desera House where the Desera family resided.

“De, I meet Demorus!”

The families in the back alley who had heard the news were already gathered, lying flat on the ground.

“I meet Demorus!”

The rumors about the presence in front of them had spread.

Therefore, they had no choice but to bow their heads in even greater fear.

But at the very end, there was a young man sitting on a box, chin resting on his hand, staring straight at Demorus without even daring to greet him.

And then, something incredible happened.

Thud.

A small vibration.

“…!”

The eyes of everyone present there seemed to widen as if about to burst.

In fact, some of them did burst, and some even stopped breathing.

It was no wonder, as Demorus, the grim reaper, had arrived.

“Captain.”

He was kneeling before a strange fugitive who had taken over the back alley.

He…

-Sacred Saint!

Demorus, referred to as the sacred saint!

“I rushed here as soon as I received the letter. I apologize for taking so long.”

“No need.”

They couldn’t even catch their breath.

They couldn’t imagine what would happen if this conversation was interrupted.

“But I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

Everyone present wanted to dig out their own eyes and ears.

“Are these the Captain’s people?”

“No. They are dispensable.”

The price to pay for seeing and hearing what they shouldn’t have.

Swish!

It was nothing but death.

In an instant, everyone present here shattered into pieces.

Those who had been gathered in the first place were likely to be happy to hear the news of their deaths.

“I’ve been under a bit of stress.”

The fugitive stood up, stretching.

No, the Saint was facing another Saint, Demorus in front of him.

“It’s somewhat tolerable as long as I do some garbage cleaning.”

He said to Deren.

“You weren’t discovered?”

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“No. I completed the mission and avoided contact with others as much as possible.”

“The mimicry is still at a low level, unavoidable.”

Sein said as he walked out with Derun.

There was no one on the street.

Sein had already driven them away.

“I didn’t want to complicate things further, so I didn’t take any action.”

“You did well.”

“However.”

Abruptly,

Sein stopped and said,

“What happened?”

If he had contacted Borpeo, or contacted Oltomeo, he could have obtained some information.

But Sein didn’t do that.

The disturbance in Grimma could be easily covered up, but there was a high chance of unnecessary suspicion since everyone knew it was Sein’s territory.

“The theft of the Holy Sword failed. Jazgar, who was on a mission from Demorus…”

Derun said.

“Lost one eye completely and is under strict supervision, they say.”

That’s how it turned out.

“And Immortal?”

“Pefpero went missing.”

And then,

“The Order has raised its flag.”

Finally, the Order was mobilized.

The Order raised its flag.

– Angel looks down on the continent.

The appearance of the Paladin.

It was a sudden revelation to the continent.

The Order, thought to have been destroyed, was mobilized again.

Though many on the continent still held grudges against the Order, which they believed caused the world’s demise, and the Purge who was revered as a saint.

– Angel looks down on you.

It had been a long time.

Those who had forgotten that the continent’s downfall was due to the Order and the Purge.

– O Angel!

Those who longed for such an Order.

– Ahhh!

For those seeking a glimmer of hope amid harsh and painful lives.

The Order was successfully mobilized.

It might just be a name for now.

“They will soon begin their activities.”

The continent, entangled in a peace that was anything but peaceful.

Finally.

Tick, tock.

It felt as if the second hand of the clock was moving.

[Now that the tutorial is over.]

The voice of Marung actually came to mind.

The words that had been heard again.

And the Holy Sword that appeared as if on cue….

‘That guy.’

The white mask.

-Paladin did not reveal that he was holding the Holy Sword, Blackgreen did not mention retrieving it.

The fact that they, who value tradition and symbolism as much as the Empire, did not mention the Holy Sword indicated a failure to retrieve it.

And even more.

‘White mask.’

There must be a connection with that white mask.

Since he was seen wielding Tendra, it was a sight that the Saints had witnessed.

‘The Holy Empire?’

There was little known about them.

Although they were the most powerful force on the continent alongside the Three Dark Lords, they did not look down from their central position.

If it was not the Holy Empire, it could be another force.

‘White mask.’

Another Saint.

Amidst such complex thoughts that didn’t stop.

“Saint Demorus, I have returned after completing the mission.”

Saint returned to Demorus.

The wounds that had been inflicted seemed to have vanished.

The sacred power of the Saints and the Holy Maidens was never to be underestimated.

The power of the Saint, once called the strongest, not only recovered but also fixed everything for Saint and Cecile.

“Good job.”

Reporting on a trivial mission.

“…….”

The atmosphere at the council was not pleasant.