The Supreme Satanic System

Kaboom!

After the cloud of dust and dirt settled, Damien and Kimura saw a big pit with a katana, covered with a greenish hue, stuck in the center. Damien activated the Devil’s Ocular Eyes Technique and scanned the sky with his golden eyes.

‘Ho-ho, now things are going to be a lot more interesting,’ he thought.

Miss Kimura looked up and saw fifteen ninja warriors and a man in a shinigami mask floating in the air. ‘Ah, what is this situation? Even the fifteen hidden claws and the tenth Xander Gon have arrived. I must stop them before it escalates further,’ she thought. She stood up, and pleadingly said, “Milord, the tenth Xander Gon, I’m Kimura Onsen, the captain of the Hawk Thirteenth Infantry. Please, give me a moment to explain everything.”

Damien kept looking at the man with the mask, waiting for his decision. Les Munchi, the tenth Xander Gon, snorted, “Humph! It’s too late for that. After killing an officer, you two must pay with your lives.” He then shouted, “Night Guards, start hunting and make them suffer an excruciating, slow death.”

“He-he, good!” Damien approached Kimura. “Miss Onsen, you don’t need to worry about me. You’ve done enough bringing me here.” He broke the handcuffs and placed the broken pieces in her hands. “This tech is interesting. Do me another favor and keep them safe for a while?”

“Master Damien, why don’t you reveal your real identity?” suggested Kimura.

“You know I can’t do that. First, a guard tried to force me to my knees with handcuffs. Then, that guy with the mask attacked us,” Damien explained. “Considering my identity, if I let this go then, I would disgrace my father and the Protector Family. No?”

His words made sense to her, so she remained silent.

Turning his attention to the hostile group floating in the air, Damien said, “Well-well-well, let’s begin another bloodbath for my return to my paternal homeland.”

As the sun set and the last light of the day could be seen in the western sky, the twelve ninjas vanished into the darkness. But they couldn’t escape Damien’s watchful eye. Using the Cannon Lightning Formula, he shot a thin white lightning bolt from his forefinger.

With a sizzling thunderclap, a bolt of long white lightning flashed, zapping out an unfortunate ninja lurking in the shadows. The ninja was instantly burnt to ashes with a cry of pain. The other ninjas shuddered in fear as they saw one of their own taken out so easily.

“Enough with your tricks. Come at me with everything you’ve got,” Damien bellowed as a lightning bolt flickered in his right palm. “No, killing these small fries will only diminish my status. People will call me a bully. So why don’t you come at me, Mr. Mask… uh…?”

“Les Munchi, the Tenth Xander Gon,” Kimura replied.

“Tenth Xander Gon?” Damien repeated, with a questioning tone.

Kimura explained patiently, “Because of its vast population and territory, the administration in the Infinite City is divided into twelve regions called the Twelve Districts, each with its own security measures. Xander Gon is the highest rank in each district’s defense department.”

“Oh, interesting,” Damien said with a smirk, eyeing the man with the shinigami mask in the air. “So he must be the Xander Gon of the Tenth District.”

Les Munchi had been observing all along and was intrigued by the way the captain of the Hawk Thirteen Infantry was following the youth wielding the lightning bolt. He asked, “Who are you, lad?”

“Sir, this is…” Kimura tried to respond, but Les Munchi cut her off.

“You shut up. I’m not asking you,” Les Munchi said.

“It’s okay. Leave it to me, Miss Onsen,” Damien interjected. “I’m Damien, the Crown Prince of the Werewolf Olden Family, and the grandson of the current chieftain of the Bradford Clan. Uh… I forgot his name. What’s his name again, Miss Onsen?”

“Ah, it’s John, the Grand Elder John Bradford!” Kimura briskly responded, hoping to de-escalate the situation by mentioning the Grand Elder’s name. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect as Les Munchi looked down on Bradford and his nearly collapsing clan.

“So you’re the infamous Werewolf Crown Prince who has taken over the other three Olden families, and you’re here to conquer my Protector Olden family.” Les Munchi shouted. “Am I wrong, you mixed-breed? And you had the audacity to kill a patrol officer and a night guard?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m here to unite the Protector Family under my control. The question is, will you stop me?” Damien replied in a casual tone. “Also, I needed a dramatic entrance, so I needed someone like you to make that happen,” he added quietly.

“We’ll see about that,” Les Munchi said, as he stretched out his hand and retrieved the katana stuck in the pit. Igniting his Primordial Human bloodline, he made a vertical slash in the air, but no energy was emitted from the katana, as it was hidden within the spatial law.

“Using such tricks won’t work on me,” Damien said, as he intercepted the hidden sword energy with a slash of his palm. It diffused with a loud bang. “Don’t you remember that I have the Primordial Human Bloodline, too? And it’s much thicker and purer than yours. If you want to stop me, you’ll have to give it your all, you weasel.” He taunted.

This seemed to work as Les Munchi let out a war cry and took a step forward, only to flash in front of Damien with his katana aimed at his neck. However, the expected blood spatter did not occur. Instead, an afterimage was left behind, which turned into a white lightning bolt and exploded with a popping bang.

From behind, Damien’s taunting voice came again, “You’re too slow. If this is the standard of someone in the Xander Gon position, it’s quite disappointing.”

“No matter what, I won’t give up, until I slay you, capture you, and silence that sharp tongue of yours,” Les Munchi swore.

(Please stay tuned!)