The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 99

Sein gently laid her on the bed.

Just as he was about to get up from the spot.

“In times like this, don’t you know it’s impolite to touch?”

A somewhat hesitant voice, but it seemed that reason had returned.

Thud.

Leemi wrapped her arms around Sein’s neck.

The approaching breath warmly touched his face.

“Am I nothing to you?”

“I tend to think it’s cowardly to touch someone who’s drunk.”

Just as Leemi was getting closer.

Tap.

Instead, Sein pushed his face forward and bumped foreheads with her.

Grin.

“Aren’t you nothing special either.”

“What…!”

Trying to quickly pull away her flushed face, Leemi.

But.

Crackle.

This time, Sein grabbed Leemi’s waist and said,

“Here, I do not know, but in the world I lived in, mutual agreement was important, you know.”

“……”

“Speak.”

Remy lay back on the bed, pushed.

“Or leave.”

“Stay with me.”

Thinking back, it had been a long time.

No matter how much he roamed the alleys, his own body was that of a young boy.

But not anymore.

“That’s right. Know that I won’t take responsibility.”

“…Next time, we might need to write a contract.”

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As expected.

“I’m a DeMolus too.”

Saint briefly recalled that crazy son of a bitch.

“Up already?”

At Saint’s signal, he spoke to Remy.

Remy, feeling embarrassed, turned the blanket inside out.

“Come on. Why act so innocent?”

The Lord of Zone 8.

To understand how the lords lived, what pleasure they found.

To Saint, Remy’s actions were simply amusing.

“…The first time.”

“Nonsense about it being the first time, say that to your future husband.”

“You bastard.”

Only then did Remy pull himself out from under the covers.

“You must have heard by now, I even had the bed brought over, so it’s an additional bonus. Deposit it yourself.”

“Wow. Really.”

Saint got up.

“You’ll have it. From me.”

“…?”

“Soon, you’ll be begging me.”

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“Hah.”

Saint’s forced laughter.

“Even if I have to hold the center and fight DeMolus, I’ll have it, I will.”

“Are you sober?”

“I will have it-!!”

Ignoring Remy’s shouting, Saint slipped out.

Plop.

A chuckle escaped.

“How long has it been?”

It wasn’t about discussing the night with Remi.

“Seems like you needed it.”

As if truly taking a break, the body felt refreshed.

It was partly because of Remi.

And partly because of the air in the 2nd District.

“Have you been coughing?”

Harcom greeted Seine and asked.

“You must have a bad hangover, so bring me some tomato juice. Oh…”

For a moment, he remembered something but shook his head.

It couldn’t be the first time, really.

As Seine was about to pass by Harcom.

“So, got something to say?”

Realizing Harcom was still there, staring at him, he asked.

“A letter has arrived for you, Seine.”

“A letter?”

It was last night when they attended the party.

And returned to the mansion with Harcom.

“From Demorus?”

Thinking of where the letter could have come from.

But.

“Hand it over.”

Demorus wouldn’t bother writing and sending a letter.

Finally, Harcom handed him the letter from within his embrace.

A crimson letter, sealed for sure, evoked thoughts of someone.

“This is a letter sent by His Grace, the Duke of Canima.”

The brief encounter of last night.

And the intense connection.

Seine unsealed the letter right there and read it.

-Will see you again soon.

Did he really write a letter just to convey this short message?

No.

Smirk.

Canima is flaunting his influence.

Someday.

-It would be nice if we were on the same side!

For a fleeting moment.

“It’s amusing.”

The New Empire, shrouded in mystery, finally made contact with them.

A strange New Empire where uncovering it might unearth nothing but a sweet potato.

“Deliver this to Count Carnima. Contact through Remi.”

And this was a gift for a night.

“Count Remi will be pleased.”

Will he, indeed?

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There was still some time left on the mission.

Returning to Demorus first wouldn’t be a problem, but Zone 2 wasn’t easy to access.

Wouldn’t it be a waste to just turn back?

“I’ve been thinking.”

I wondered if remnants of the past still lingered.

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Not ideal to dwell on memories, but from Zone 2 onwards, there were quite a few pieces of equipment I hadn’t retrieved.

The outer city, Porishe.

Sain wandered there, searching his memories.

‘Gone.’

Gone.

Where there should have been a graveyard, there was now a road.

And where a statue should have stood, there was a mansion.

Even selling the road wouldn’t yield any equipment.

‘It’s realistic to think the New Empire has them.’

It made sense to believe the New Empire had collected the equipment left behind while tidying up.

“It’s quite refreshing, actually.”

Expecting to satisfy my greed for equipment was futile.

It was an item that shook the continent, inevitable, but there was nothing more foolish than obsessing over what couldn’t be solved immediately.

Then suddenly.

“….”

Sain, walking down the street, stopped in his tracks.

“….?”

He turned his head for a moment.

For the first time.

Ding.

He entered a certain shop.

“Welcome! This is the Walnut General Store!”

A cheerful voice greeted Sain.

“Are you… a noble?”

There are no back alleys in Hwangdo.

However, the citizens living there were just as afraid of the nobles as they were of the back alleys.

“Are you the owner?”

A bold-looking girl.

With her hair braided into two sections, she was quite a charming girl.

“Um, well…”

“What’s your name?”

Irne, the owner of the Walnut General Store, felt a strange sensation.

In the midst of idly swatting flies, welcoming a rare guest, she suddenly asked for his name in an informal manner.

‘Handsome face, but…’

His manners were crude.

“Are you a… noble?”

“It’s ambiguous.”

Since there was no specific hierarchy among the Three Dark Families.

Being asked if he was a noble from the central region left things ambiguous.

“Well, those who aren’t nobles but act like one, there must be some fallen family lineage somewhere. I’m no different. So what.”

Even if there was noble bloodline, it wasn’t the case now.

Most of Porishe’s citizens were like those.

“…?”

“Why do you need to know my name? If you’re here to buy, then buy, if not, leave.”

“Huh.”

“What? You were the one being informal first. Am I joking? Ridiculous! I’m Irne from the Walnut General Store! Don’t ignore… Huh? Huh?”

A man approaching briskly.

And then.

Whack.

The man lifted one of the girl’s braids with his hand.

“Ah! Let go! Let go!”

“Seems like you’ve seen some weird discipline somewhere, but that’s only done in places with clear laws and security. Fool.”

“Let go!”

“If you keep this up in this dog-eat-dog world…”

Shake, shake.

Irne was shaken like a reed in the man’s grip.

“This is how it feels.”

“Aaaah!”

Irne, unable to bear the humiliation, caused a commotion, but it was futile.

Even as a woman confident in her strength, she was powerless against the man who didn’t even flinch.

That’s when.

“What… what’s all this noise, Irne.”

A hoarse voice came from inside.

…!

In that moment, the man, too surprised, let go of Irne.

Chae-ae-eung!

There stood Irne, brandishing a dagger, the source of which was unknown.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Despite pointing it at Sein and shouting, it was futile.

“Step aside.”

Sein pushed Irne away, still gripping the dagger, and approached where the voice was heard.

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“What in the world are you doing…!”

Irne clung to Sein’s sleeve, pleading.

“What are you up to!”

Behind the walnut general store.

Where Irne resided.

“I told you not to go!”

Irne, with malice in her heart, lunged at Sein, dagger in hand.

Though her eyes were filled with venom.

Shake.

The trembling dagger seemed to lack experience in piercing flesh.

“I said stay back!”

Sein pushed Irne’s head with one hand.

Creak.

The door opened.

“Irne, what on earth is going on.”

The voice of an elderly man.

And then.

“……”

“……”

Sein and the old man locked eyes.

Sein had expectations as he approached the center.

And this meeting was one of them.

“It must have been fate.”

“……Irne.”

“Grandfather?”

“You have a visitor.”

Irne looked puzzled at the old man’s words.

The face of the grandfather she had never seen before.

No.

‘In the past…’

It was a face Irne had seen only once in her life.

“But, Grandfather….”

“It’s alright. He is not a dangerous person.”

It’s just like back then.

The same expression, voice, dialogue.

“…I understand.”

In the end, Irené shuffled out and closed the door of the sundry shop.