Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny was still in his Cocoon state, and Vandora did not for one moment, stop adding Value to him.

If it was not the mass of treasures she was pouring to add to his power, then it was specific knowledge.

lenny found out first hand that Vandora was far more knowledgeable than he gave her credit for. After all, he thought she was just a Hell beast. However, he discovered that her true name was not for fashion.

Besides, she had consumed a primordial beast of this world. Primordial Beasts were usually born in the world at the birth of the world. They were the keepers of the said world.

Although this might have been a sub-plane, being one of such size and greatness was naturally capable of sustaining its own Primordial Beast.

The things Vandora knew were a lot. And she even had her own unique bloodline.

Whether it was anatomy, physiology, or the science of the world, it was far more than lenny knew. And lenny, being a good sport that he was, shut up and absorbed everything that she had to offer.

Along the line, Lenny even asked about her pregnancy. However, she skipped the subject, saying that it was not yet time for that.

Of course, Lenny did not push the topic any further. He continued to gain from her steadily.

She was quite a knowledgeable Rank 2 Hell beast. Although her rank limited a great part of her knowledge and even Lenny did not agree with some philosophies, he still gained a lot.

She thought him about Runes, and how to incorporate them in his techniques, or at least, the theory of it. Naturally she thought him about Living runes, but most of what she thought was just around the foundation.

Although, understanding living runes was very difficult for Lenny, understanding Death runes was almost a second nature. He advanced by leaps and bounds very quickly. So much so that it was even troubling for Vandora.

In this manner, many more days passed and then the day of the Alpha selection tournament arrived.

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The day dawned in the City of Milk and Honey with a rare clarity in the sky, where the azure expanse stretched endlessly, unmarred by a single wisp of cloud.

The sun, a golden orb, cast its benevolent rays upon the bustling city, illuminating the Plaza and the Arena of Valor within it in a radiant glow.

The air, though pure and crisp, crackled with an electric energy, charged by the heightened emotions of the people.

As the citizens of the city gathered in the Arena, their steps echoed with a sense of purpose.

Excitement buzzed like a live current, binding them together in a shared anticipation. The scent of freshly baked pastries and blooming flowers hung in the air, momentarily softening the tension that electrified the atmosphere. Yet, beneath the surface, an undercurrent of nervous energy thrummed, for they knew that the day’s events would shape the fate of their beloved city.

Betting stalls, adorned with colorful banners, stood at every corner of the Arena, where eager gamblers whispered secret predictions and placed their bets with a mix of hope and trepidation. Branded Human Marked skin, gold and silver exchanged hands, and hushed conversations swirled around like leaves in the wind.

The clinking of coins and rustle of parchment merged into a symphony of anticipation.

Amidst the vibrant scene, there were those whose smiles concealed a deep-seated fear. The impending battle for leadership was no ordinary contest; it was a seismic clash that could shake the very foundations of the city. The fear of the earth trembling beneath the weight of epic combat hung heavy in the hearts of many, a silent acknowledgment of the impending spectacle’s magnitude.

In the midst of this charged atmosphere, the citizens settled into their seats, their eyes fixed on the grand stage. The arena, usually a place of joyous festivities, now crackled with an undercurrent of tension. The sun continued its ascent, casting a warm, golden hue upon the expectant faces. The City of Milk and Honey held its breath, waiting for the first clash of steel, the moment that would determine the destiny of their home.

Such a glorious event naturally permitted the gates of the city to even outsiders with a worthy enough status to come in and partake of this momentous event.

After all, this was going to be a moment many would never stop talking about. This was the Great Giant Shadow Werewolf Pack. A tribe of people that had managed to exist despite the rule and suppression of Demons in this world.

An event to name its new Alpha was surely going to pull all eyes from all conners of the world.

Everybody had their eyes on the stage as the participants took their place. Each and everyone of them, Participants, was dressed well and armed to the teeth.

And this was literally, as some carried weapons in their mouth. .

The Children who had forfeited this opportunity to rule in their father’s place joined the crowd. Some of them with anticipation for the fight to come, some with regret for not pushing through the opportunity, and some others thanking the heavens for not participating in this terrible life-or-death match.

This Arena was very spacious and also well-equipped. There were several points in the audience stand that had been made for VIPs.

Many of these points had been separated from each other as a result of rivalry of the sort and some others had been joined together at special requests.

Many sent representatives to watch this momentous event. Some were very Famous Magi schools, and Even some high-Level witches with big names graced the event.

Three of them were rumored to have their own Invitation stones.

Meaning that any one of them was capable of having their own territory.

Many wore masks to hide their identities and some others preferred that their entrances be announced to the public. Most of the Latter were, of course, very famous pirates.

In the beautiful mix of emotions in the air, one person could not help but feel down. After all, all eyes were on him. How couldn’t it be?

He was the only one standing in the Arena without a fighter.

“Lenny! Where the f*ck are you?” Victor sighed.