The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 390 Gaining Another God Crystal!

Ding! With a familiar dinging sound, a series of notifications popped up in his head.

[Target X Scanning Completed!]

[Warning! Warning! A Malevolent Dark-Fiend Detected!]

[Species: Unknown; it has nearly 33% similar DNA sequences to that of the human species. The best possible theory is that it was exposed to a most corrupted Yin entity.]

[Bone Age: 4345 Earth Year!]

[Energy Level: Level 549!]

Seeing the status bar, the first fleeting thought that crossed his mind was to escape the place as far as possible. However, Damien was still interested in exchanging a few with the juvenile Fiend.

Knowing his intention, Cynthia complained telepathically in his head, “Oh, common boss, you’re not really thinking of facing that funny face.” She continued ranting. “Sire, after Level 500, each level has a gigantic gap, increasing as it goes on. And on account of all the records and data I found as the System Guardian was that if you consider facing someone with Level 549, I hardly believed you could even take a single strike. I’m pleading with you, please get your ass out of here,”

“Enough with the nagging, as far as my memory serve; you are neither my wife nor my mother to nag on me. And it’s already decided.” Damien muttered under his breath. “Since, you say so, then let’s make a bet, if I can receive a strike then you better share some of your secrets, I mean about your origin, no?”

“If you so wish to die, don’t drag me along. Well, we can always come back here after I gain my physical body.” Cynthia complained, her eyes narrow mad.

“Shut up! I know my limit. There’s no way I’m dying here.” Damien then activated his second form and then his Third Satanic Form. Mystically, he earned another three feet as his body morphed, his skin more tanned with more luster like a black marble. And a pair of bloody red bat-like wings protruded out from his back.

Flapping those wings, he took flight in the air and stopped as soon as he was at a level to that of the Fiend who was hovering in the air, observing the strange thing it’d never seen before with half hatred half surprise. As if it was getting bored, it made a heart-wrenching cry and darted toward Damien, with its sharp black claw, aiming for his neck.

Damien felt a suffocating aura just from the claw. It was as if a looming feeling of death was approaching him and he was at the mercy of that being. Other than his mind, his whole body was trapped within the aura of that claw. So, having no choice, he activated his Third God Eye. And the next instant, a vertically pitched black eye opened in his forehead. By that time, the tips of the claw were three inches away from his neck. Without further ado, he spent One Million Years Worth of his life essence as fuel for his third eye, and in the next instant, a darkish hue monochrome sphere, appeared around him, freezing everything inside it, even stopping the time. With every second, another Million Years of his essence was burnt. Even though the Shadow Fiend was trapped inside the time-freeze monochrome, somehow it moved. This intrigued Damien as this was the first time he’d ever seen something he deemed impossible.

Taking out his black katana, he tried stabbing it on its belly but failed to pierce in and even failed to leave a dent. Frowning, Damien considered draining its life force. Therefore, he chanted a strange mantra in a strange tongue while making a series of hand seals and clasped over the Fiend’s head. “Life Drain, activate!” he uttered. With a throbbing sensation, a strong suction force manifested from his palm and started sucking life essence out of the Shadow Fiend and it worked.

Ding!

[+1 Million Year Life Essence Gain!]

[+2 Million Year Life Essence gain!]

With each ding, the amount of draining its life increased, and this continued for the next ten minutes until it became a dry husk. Only then did Damien deactivate his life-draining ability. Just as he was planning to deactivate the time Monochrome too, a strange thing happened as the Shadow Fiend’s dry corpse disintegrated into ashes, leaving just a reddish brown well-rounded stone, the size of a pigeon egg. “Ah, it’s a god Crystal!… Interesting!” he said while deactivating the monochrome and soon the volume within it returned to its course as usual.

Ding!

[+ 250 Million Year of Life Essence Gain!]

The sound was so comforting to him as he’d gained too much in this trip.

From the top of a tower inside the palace, King Ragnar and his son Zokaka examined the scene with full of doubts as suddenly the Shadow Fiend disappeared, playing a trick to their eyes. They don’t know that they were also trapped inside the monochrome. In a similar fashion, Ashbee who was also expecting the giant’s demise, was also affected by the time freeze. However, seeing the red stone in his hand, told him another story. So, this mystified him. Somehow, the giant floating in the sky became so big that he exclaimed in horror, “My goodness, I didn’t engage with him in all out. Otherwise, I’ll be a goner too.” Just as he wiped the drops of sweat from his face with his sleeve, a voice chimed from his behind, “Here, you are, Prime Minister Ashbee!”

Turning around, Ashbee greeted with both his knees on the ground, “Good day, Sir Alexander!”

It turned out to be a dwarf youth wearing a black tunic with designs of two white flowers on it. He wore his black lock, cascading backward, and binding with a greenish ribbon. And a pair of black boots. The look could be deceiving as he was a lot older. “Good day to you too,” he further added with a warm smile. “Just now I felt the presence of a Juvenile Shadow Fiend from this premise, and now it’s gone. What happens here?”

With a wry smile, Ashbee pointed at the giant who was now on the ground, returning to his usual form. “I do not know, how it happened. But somehow, he has killed it, sir!”… (Please, stay tuned!)