Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

– Keep this in mind.

Arin had warned.

-The fact that I’ve come to find you means that the successor war of Demorus has begun.

Successor war.

It meant the beginning of the war to select the successor to the position of the next Demorus.

– Your path to Demorus will be your test.

This is a test.

No.

It’s the ‘main quest’ of the life of the successor of the dark family which will be his last life.

– The skilled ones of Demorus have the qualifications to become successors by inheriting Demorus’ bloodline.

That’s why.

– You might encounter another Demorus on the road to Demorus.

Arin had clearly warned.

– Another Demorus similar to yourself.

Someone similar to him, someone who inherited the power of Demorus.

Ssik.

But Sein laughed.

“If that’s all.”

Step by step.

“Daring to compare themselves to me.”

They and he would never be similar beings.

Kwaak.

He tightened his grip on the sword.

Yet, he didn’t completely ignore Arin’s warning.

This place was similar to the world he knew yet different.

He couldn’t be sure what differences existed, and those differences might be dangerous.

“Even if I say so, nothing will change.”

Suddenly, Sein’s eyes were calm.

“I…”

He stopped.

“Will survive.”

He would survive.

He would survive and eventually move towards his goal.

Once a world he loved so much.

Now, a world that had become his prison.

“If where I live is hell.”

A world where he must endure punishment if it’s hell.

“If so, I’ll turn it into heaven.”

Where Sein stopped was the rugged mountains of Borpeo.

Once known for producing iron ore enough to sustain a kingdom, Borpeo Iron Mine.

But after the fall of the old empire, it became infested with monsters, making iron production impossible.

“Hey!”

Said Demorus, the heir to the Dark Family.

“Welcome the guest.”

The point where his successor’s war would begin.

Kwurung!

The iron mine began to shake.

Kurung! Kurung!

Loud noises echoed from inside, indicating something tumultuous was happening.

“Good thing. If you kept me waiting, I would’ve broken the door and gone in.”

Sein’s voice echoed.

Thud!

With another resounding noise, someone revealed themselves from the iron mine.

It was a giant, to say the least.

Towering stature, hair cropped short.

“Are you a little thief?”

A voice like tearing.

It’s him.

“I thought you only plucked out Cyclops’ eyeballs, did you pluck out yours too?”

They advanced towards each other.

“Do I look like a thief to you?”

“No.”

Sein looking up, Ogre looking down.

“You seem like a lost dog without a master.”

Finally, they faced each other.

Thunk!

With a loud noise, Ogre’s fist slammed down where Sein had been.

Rustle.

Amidst the scattered smoke, a slight tremor was visible.

“So, you’re really Ogre?”

Sein’s sword blocked Ogre’s fist.

***

A man known as Ogre.

One day, he came to Borpeo and single-handedly took charge of the back alleys.

He dared to challenge others and took someone’s eyeball, someone’s arm, someone’s leg, someone’s ear.

Thud!

He truly possessed the strength and physique worthy of being called Ogre.

“Ha.”

Sein chuckled.

Rumble.

Standing in the distance, Sein held his sword.

But his sword was trembling.

The impact from the recent clash.

Crash!

And suddenly, Sein’s sword shattered into pieces.

“What kind of power is this?”

He didn’t hold back.

This was just a greeting.

However, despite his constantly trained physique, the legacy of past capabilities inherited through the end of tutorials.

Wobbling.

It was difficult to withstand Ogre’s strength.

“You endured that.”

Ogre’s voice echoed.

“I wonder if you could have endured that?.”

Sein responded.

Thud, thud.

At that moment, Ogre’s attention was drawn to the sound of droplets hitting the ground.

Blood droplets were dripping from the fist that had just struck Sein.

“It’s you.”

Ogre spoke as if he had realized something.

“The Mad Dog that’s the talk of Borpeo.”

Sein drew another sword.

There wasn’t enough time to properly craft a sword, so he had hastily prepared a longsword.

“Is that all you heard?”

“…Are you really Demorus?”

“I’m the one who finds it hard to believe.”

Sein adjusted his stance again.

“You….”

Before Sein could finish his sentence.

Swoosh!

Sein’s new form appeared before Ogre as if it had been fired.

“You have the same blood as me.”

Thud!

The sword slammed down.

It was different from before.

Unlike the greeting earlier, there was a clear shining aura of magic, enhancing the durability and cutting power of the longsword.

However…

Rumble!

Ogre blocked Sein’s sword.

Boom!

The immense force emanating from Ogre’s fist.

Sein tried to dodge hastily, but it was too late.

The tremendous power from Ogre’s fist…

Kwaaaang!

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Trapped in the abandoned building, as if to prove its existence as a mine, Sein found himself impaled.

“I find it hard to believe too.”

Ogre remarked, stepping heavily towards Sein.

“That someone like you shares the same blood as me.”

Ogre was like a mountain, with sturdy legs and fists like rocks.

“I’m just curious.”

“……!”

But before Sein could respond, the sound from the crumbling building caught Ogre’s attention.

“Your mother was an Ogre, wasn’t she?”

The words sent shivers down Ogre’s spine.

Thunk!

Ogre realized something was amiss and swung his fist, but it was too late.

Sein, beneath his towering figure, grinned as he dodged.

“That’s right. Your mother was undoubtedly an Ogre.”

With a swift motion, Sein’s blade finally pierced through Ogre’s seemingly impenetrable flesh.

***

‘Strength surpasses that of a Dark Hop Goblin.”

‘And he definitely knows how to wield magic.’

Among those Sein had encountered so far, there were few individuals who could manipulate magic. Darren had that ability, and Cyclops and Wolf, though to a lesser extent, could harness magic.

But Ogre…

“…How dare you.”

A being who could undoubtedly manipulate magic.

No, more than that—someone who could shape and wield magic, turning it into a tangible force.

“You dare insult my mother.”

A being capable of causing devastation.

“What’s insulting about it? It’s the truth.”

Sein said, keeping his distance from Ogre.

“I’ve never heard of a brat like you having such stature. Ignoring genetics would be unwise, so your mother must be an Ogre.”

“Shut up!”

“If you didn’t know, now you do. Your mother is…”

Crack!

The sensation of the air tearing apart.

“Ogre!”

“Shut up!”

This time, it was Ogre who moved, aiming for Sein’s heart.

‘Crazy bastard.’

He had underestimated the inhuman agility of Ogre, whose immense size and bulging muscles allowed for overwhelming agility.

Sein instinctively realized he couldn’t block it.

‘So I’ll let it flow.’

At that moment, Sein gripped the sword in reverse and twisted the blade.

Clang!

The clash between the sword and Ogre’s fist sparked flames. Their clash, already charged with magic, ignited even Ogre’s fist, a mere human flesh, with such intensity that flames erupted.

But the fact that flames erupted meant…

Swish!

Sein successfully redirected Ogre’s attack, just as he intended.

Sein moved his body as if dancing, and with one empty hand, he wielded a dagger. With a swift motion, it pierced Ogre’s back.

“This feels like a bullfight.”

Sein remarked, creating distance between them again.

“Kraaah!”

A furious roar echoed through the dark night of Borpeo.

Ogre, having turned around, exhibited an even stronger momentum than before.

“The offense of insulting my mother won’t end so easily.”

“If calling an Ogre ‘Ogre’ becomes a crime, then I humbly accept it.”

“Hmm, smooth tongue.”

Ogre remarked, his eyes changing.

“Booba.”

“…?”

“Booba Demorus. That’s my name.”

A surge of raw magic emanated from Booba’s entire being.

“What’s your name, you Mad Dog?”

“Sein.”

“Die, Sein.”

A burst of raging magic erupted, shaping itself around Booba’s body. Sein deliberately teased Booba to draw out his anger.

Encountering Demorus for the first time, Sein sought to understand their nature and capabilities. The revelation of their secrets was unfolding.

“Iron Armour.”

A rare skill indeed.

It absorbed the magic of iron and bestowed the qualities of iron onto magic, enhancing defense, offense, and physical abilities to the limit.

Boom!

Boba’s fist slammed into the spot where Sein had been.

It exploded with a shocking impact. Sein had moved away just in time.

‘That was risky.’

If he had attempted to block or deflect, he might have been the one shattered.

“You were extracting the magic of iron from the iron mine.”

Sein realized the reason why Booba, once called Ogre, had been trapped in the iron mine.

“But I’ll show you, if this is all you’ve got.”

Sein’s gaze shifted.

His sword, rotating in the air, began emitting a deeper blue hue.

The determined aura of Sein clashed with the enhanced form of Booba.

“I guess we don’t have to play anymore.”

His sword, filled with overwhelming determination, aimed straight for Booba’s neck.

But…

Clang!

“That’s my line. Sein Demorus.”

Booba, blocking the sword containing Aura with his neck, grabbed Sein’s leg.

“Ah, damn it.”

Crunch!

Sein’s body slammed onto the ground like a club.

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