The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player - The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player chapter 105

“I apologize!”

A swift response from the attending priest.

Soon after, the members of the 3rd force and Dante’s force began guarding the infirmary where the attending priest was admitted.

Once the commotion settled, Rohan began heading towards the infirmary where the attending priest was.

Inside, the attending priest lay with a pale face.

“How is the situation?”

“It’s critical. An unknown toxin has seeped into the heart.”

The head of the duty division spoke urgently.

“What needs to be done for recovery?”

“It’s a wound even the main house couldn’t heal. We… “

“Is that what you’re saying now?”

“The poisoned toxin itself is too complex. We have no choice but to wait and see…”

Clang.

Rohan clenched his fist and spoke.

“Mobilize everything. Use everything Dante has.”

He wagered everything on the attending priest.

Even if not, the attending priest was the being Rohan had been seeking.

“I will keep it in mind.”

As Rohan sat down, the duty members left.

And then.

“Did you learn smoke separately?”

Sein asked as he sat up.

“I was quite surprised. Thought I had been swapped.”

It had been about a year.

“You’re still the same.”

Rohan also spoke to Sein.

When he was a candidate and when he became the heir, it was different.

And Sein was already the one who received his loyalty.

“Finally….”

He had already exchanged words with Rohan through their communication book.

“So it begins.”

From now on, their plans and what they would do.

“Come in.”

As Sein’s voice called from inside, Deren, who was standing guard outside, entered.

“Deren.”

Calling Deren, Sein stood up.

And soon, the wound on his chest began to heal.

Sein put on the clothes handed to him by Rohan.

And.

Ripple.

Deren began to transform.

“I’ve heard the story, but….”

Rohan, who was not good at expressing emotions, spoke.

“It’s amazing.”

Rohan, who had seen and experienced many things in the three major organizations under Demorus, was still taken aback.

But this was something new even for him.

“To think that doppelgangers actually exist.”

“No need to be so surprised. Probably….”

Swish.

He put on a shirt and armor.

“Because they do exist.”

“…….”

“Just because you haven’t seen something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

Sein spoke as if he knew something.

It had been a year.

It was enough time to get to know this world better.

As Sein dressed, Deren suddenly transformed into Sein’s appearance.

Tap.

The moment Sein placed his hand on Deren’s chest.

Throb.

The wound that Sein had received appeared on Deren in the same way.

Deren had grown a lot over the year, so his abilities as a doppelganger had also developed.

His mimicry level had increased, and he could now partially copy the memories and state of the original.

“…Truly amazing.”

Before they knew it, Deren had become Sein and was there.

Sein, too, had disguised his face.

– Rogue Skill.

The ring on Sein’s index finger, the rogue.

Just like the reason he could mimic Herger in Tamphia, the rogue had a special skill called reverse magic.

Sein fed experience points to the rogue and unlocked the reverse magic skill.

“It might be frustrating for a while, but please.”

“No. Captain.”

Derren lay down on the bed.

Sein was now fully dressed.

“Here you go.”

He received the necessary documents, identification badge, and the like from Rohan.

“From now on, you…”

To disguise as someone who had to live for a while.

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Dante was all about blades, a shield-like feeling.

Sharp yet solid.

It seemed like to intrude here, one had to overcome Demorus’s sword and shield.

One of Dante’s training grounds.

“I understand the disturbance caused by the family’s affairs.”

Looking like a wandering knight.

A man who looked as if he had felled a dragon spoke.

“But family business is family business. We do what we have to do.”

“Yes.”

A respectful response.

Truly Dante-like.

“Forget all you’ve seen and heard. It’s the Master’s command.”

“Understood.”

It seemed impossible.

No matter how Dante-like, controlling information was difficult, and too many people had seen that day’s events.

As if saying, “See and hear.”

It was an unusual behavior for Rohan, but the situation was so urgent that it was inevitable.

“Today, I will introduce someone to you.”

They were Dante’s 1st Division, the Black Sword.

And the one standing at the podium, exuding the atmosphere of a wandering knight, was Balak Demorus, who had been a mere candidate until a year ago.

Dante’s mission, many real battles.

As Sein had done, Balak tried to constantly be on the battlefield and as a result, gained Dante’s true recognition.

It was a talent already awakened.

Added to that were effort and the right approach.

Demorus’s blood flows.

“New recruit.”

With that, before Balak even turned one year old, he could become the commander of the 1st Division of the Black Sword.

“Oh, a new recruit?”

“Where did this guy come from?”

“I’ve never heard of anyone being promoted.”

The atmosphere that had settled into silence at Sein’s words of ‘new recruit’ became restless.

In the 1st Division, it was rare for a new recruit to arrive, and most of the time, they were transferred from other divisions.

But Balak was an exception.

Moreover, being a candidate, it was unreasonable for Balak, who had the blood of Demorus, to receive special treatment as the youngest.

“He really is the youngest!”

“The youngest has arrived!”

Since it had been five years since the last youngest member of the Black Sword, it was all said and done.

Eager eyes turned towards the entrance of the training ground.

“Youngest! Youngest! Youngest!”

Even the imposing Black Sword of the heavy Danté.

“Youngest!”

They were also human beings.

However.

Thump, thump.

As the young man entered the training ground, the members of the Black Sword gradually fell silent.

The Black Sword was a division that even Danté boasted about.

Their skills and experience were at a level that was never surpassed even in their homeland.

That’s why they could tell.

“…I thought he was the youngest.”

His stride.

The aura he exuded.

Even the intervals at which the sword shook.

“He’s a secondhand new recruit.”

Not someone to be underestimated.

Gulp.

As they gripped their swords and ate their meals of steel, everyone had the same thought.

‘Can I really win?’

That much.

Thump.

The youngest entering now exuded an overwhelming aura.

Slowly climbing onto the platform, he smiled as he took off his robe.

“Nice to meet you all. My name is Jain.”

“Nice to meet you all. My name is Jain.”

Jain, the new recruit of the Black Sword, finished his introduction.

“……”

The eerie atmosphere emanating from Jane froze the onlookers.

And then.

“Well….”

Jane, who was about to step down from the platform.

Slip!

He stumbled clumsily and fell with a thud.

“……?”

Naturally, Blackblade couldn’t help but be taken aback by his appearance.

Could someone of that caliber make such a mistake?

“Oops… Sorry.”

Jane tried to get up.

But this time, as he tried to stand up, his legs got tangled.

Thud!

Now, suspicion turned into certainty.

Clearly, the new recruit had the skill to join the Blackblade.

But there were those like him.

Skilled, yet lacking in some way.

Crooked geniuses.

“Pfft.”

One of the Blackblade members burst into laughter at Jane’s appearance.

Only then did Jane manage to get up, scratching his cheek as if embarrassed.

“Hahaha! A crazy one has joined us!”

“Hey! Newbie! Welcome aboard!”

The reactions of the Blackblade members were explosive.

“Today, we disband.”

At Balrak’s words, the Blackblade members began to disperse one by one.

“The newbie stays.”

Balrak left only the newcomer.

Alone in the empty training ground.

“What… What are you doing?”

Balrak asked, looking down at the slumped Jane.

“Well….”

He had been feeling it since earlier.

That Balrak, emitting an aura honed like a sword, had a faint quiver at the corner of his mouth.

“Ridiculous….”

“If you want to laugh, go ahead and laugh.”

Jane spoke in a blunt tone.

He was a new recruit of the Blackblade.

Balrak was the leader of the Blackblade.

However, now the two seemed to have switched roles.

“How could you possibly understand my true intentions, you blockhead.”

“Cough, cough.”

Jane even went as far as teasing Balak.

It was possible because his true identity was Sein.

A fake identity was necessary to operate in Dante.

It had been prepared for a year.

“I will handle the talent I secretly nurtured.”

The talent secretly nurtured by Rohan became Jane.

There were no issues.

In fact, Sein had used Barus to send capable slaves to Dante and some of them were already assigned to lower military units.

“Have you been preparing since then?”

Rohan was surprised by Sein’s plan.

He had only thought of expanding his power and increasing Sein’s people, never considering using their status.

“It’s difficult to hide the aura of a Black Sword. Even if concealed, it subtly emanates.”

It could be done, but it would seem awkward.

It would be troublesome if those who had to live together for a while began to suspect Sein.

“It’s better to reveal one and conceal the other.”

That’s why Sein revealed the aura.

But by showing another side, he deceived them.

“If people think everyone is inferior to them, they can’t feel humanity. They become aloof and suspicious. Jealousy is natural.”

At that moment, Demorus’ gaze, Tezera, came to mind.

“But somewhere, do they seem inadequate compared to themselves? Do they seem insignificant?”

Pat, pat.

Sein brushed off the dust on his clothes and said.

“Then you’ll appear like a decent human being.”

“…”

“Do you feel like I’m becoming long-winded when I’m with you?”

Sein looked at Balak as he spoke.

Grin.

Balak smiled back.

It had been almost a year.

Balak.

“You’ve become quite useful now.”

He had become a pretty decent sword.

“Welcome to my ranks.”

“I’ll have to be a bit subservient for a while.”