Devil Slave (Satan system)

It had been three days.

Three days of unimaginable pain.

When Lenny had used this torture method on Manta, it had only been a few minutes and she very well became mad afterwards.

However, hardship was the discipline that aligned a man to his goals.

Lenny was very aware of this.

Therefore, he did not at all spare stick nor bones for his own discipline.

The instruction to the Satan System was to ensure that the pain and Pleasure technique did not activate unless there was an emergency of sorts.

For three days straight, there was no emergency of any kind.

Even the negative Spirits did not come here.

And so, Lenny enjoyed the pain of his discipline in peace.

He did so, until these people showed up.

Lenny had estimated that his suffering was only going to last a few hours, expecting that when the negative Spirits showed up, the system was going to end it.

However, for some special reasons, the negative Spirits never came this way.

These people that thought Lenny was a beast, were of a different ‘kind’.

They were not just people but Ghouls.

The moment they noticed that the prey they were to feast on was not a beast but a human being, they instantly dropped their weapons.

After all, it would be a waste of expensive bullets to hunt a mere human.

There mouths opened abnormally as they all launched at Lenny.

All of them, except Scarface.

“Wait!” He tried to stop his own men.

However, no body wanted to be last.

With the number of people here, Lenny’s meat would not be able to go round.

In other words, it was first come, first serve.

Lenny raised his head to see human beings.

He was surprised at first.

After all, the only other people he had seen here were Athena and the rest.

The first foreign person he met, ended up being the Owner of the territory.

And now…people?

However, their mouths opened up like the beasts he had fought before, revealing unhealthy rows of sharp teeth.

Lenny was indeed tired from the hell he had just gone through.

However, more than anything, he wanted to vent his annoyance.

Bear was unfortunately the first person to reach him.

Lenny caught him by the neck, and then he slammed him to the ground, grabbing the ghoul’s head with his other hand, he ripped it off.

This was not a clean ripping off.

It was like the stretch of rubber before it had no choice but to cut as a result of tension.

However, Bear’s head being ripped off was a much faster process.

The mass of blood that shot out of his head splashed on the approaching Ghouls.

This made them pause a bit.

However, they looked at one another, and still decided to attack.

Lenny was sure he knew what they were thinking about.

They most likely thought that even though he could instantly kill any one of them, that their numbers was more than enough to make up for it.

Besides glister of Lenny’s skin was too attractive to resist.

*Rrruuuhhh!*

They dove for him.

If these guys were attacking a normal person, then their swift movements coupled with their unnatural strength granted to them an advantage that would have made them capable of slaughtering Lions in the old world.

However, what was the strength of a lion compared to a mere Gladiator in the A class.

Lenny was a hundred times beyond that level of strength.

It was like toddlers rushing at a grown adult.

Lenny waved a hand, and then it happened.

It was like the simultaneous popping of water balloons in the air.

All their heads blew up at once.

Their bodies, instantly dropping on the ground.

All of them had fallen dead.

However, Lenny was quick to notice that even though he had instantly killed these guys, their negative Magic slowly radiated from their bodies.

This was evidence in his experience with the Giant beasts he had killed earlier that they were about to heal up.

However, there’s was evidently much slower.

Lenny had not been careful in his massacre.

Some blood had stained his body.

Making him look like a very diabolical being.

The contrast between his nearly perfected skin, white hair and the ugly darkened blood of ghouls on different parts of his body was an intense sight for the eyes.

Lenny staggered out of the cave, evidence that he had still not gotten himself together.

This was something Scarface, watching had seen clearly.

Instinctively, he pointed his we Aspen at Lenny.

His hands shook ceaselessly, and cold sweat fell down his head.

“This was not Prey!” He thought to himself, “it’s a fucking beast!”

Lenny staggered at nearly every two steps.

Surprisingly, he did not slip and fall over as a result of all the blood and brain matter littered everywhere like a messy trash can.

Overwhelming fear took over Scarface’s body, and many things told him to pull the trigger of his gun.

However, his instincts cursed those thoughts in his head, shutting up before they managed to see to the end of his life. .

He was a ghoul too, and would not exactly die, but pain of getting one’s head exploded must feel like the dawn of hell.

At this point, Lenny suddenly raised his head, his deep blue eyes laying on Scarface.

Instantly, the man dropped the shotgun in his hand and raised his hands to the air in surrender.

*Wush!*

In a blink of eye Lenny suddenly appeared in front of him.

An action that nearly made Scarface pee his pants on the spot.

After all, not everyone was fond of pain like Lenny even though they would heal afterwards.

Lenny grabbed the man by his hair and pulled him closer. His voice low, but filled with the meaning of his intentions if disobedience was displayed.

“I want to know everything. Where I’m I? Who is the Witch Ciri? And what the FUCK are you and your buddies?”