Devil Slave (Satan system)



Once upon a time in Lenny's former world, Lenny had read on a newspaper article that talked about what many considered to be an absolute miracle.

If he was one of the 'normal' masses, he might have also considered this to be a miracle. However, Lenny was cut from a 'different' cloth.

The article talked of a young woman that had saved the life of her father and uncle in the most surprising of ways.

She was an Ambulance nurse and had been on active duty for at least fifteen years at the time. 

Throughout her many years, she had attended to many many men and women, most of which because of the city she worked in had a usual occurrence of coming down with Stroke because it was a high business area that dealt in the Stock markets. 

When she went back to her small village, a small celebration in her honour happened as she had not been back home for many years. 

During the party, she noticed something very strange with her father and one of her uncles. 

According to her, it might have been their eyes, or skin tone in relation to the weather. 

However, the only thing she knew was that when she looked at them, she was very sure something was wrong. 

Even though they looked alright.

Even though they laughed and danced all night, she was sure that something was definitely wrong with them. 

When she approached them, they both said it was nothing, and that never in all their years had they felt so strong. her father even claimed that his activities in the bedroom now were twice as vigorous as those in his younger years. 

However, due to her continuous insistence for them to get a check-up, they finally promised to go do the check-up. 

To their surprise, the results came out and they both had very high BP. It was so high that the doctors predicted that they might have had Stroke attacks anytime within the week. 

Treatments were immediately put in place to save their lives. 

Many said that the Ambulance nurse had superpowers, and some said it was a gift.

The truth was that it was really a gift. But it was not a gift one was born with. 

It was a gift one developed much like they did a skill. 

After fifteen years of attending to stroke patients on a daily basis, she had slowly but surely developed a sixth sense for detecting a Stroke patient so much so that she could tell one about to have a Stroke just by looking at the person.

Many such Miracles had happened in many other fields. 

Like how an old experienced architect could tell that a particular building was off in its foundation by a few inches or was bent a little to the side even though it appeared straight, further predicting how long it would last before it fell to the Weather or it fell on itself.

Yes! It was a gift, but it was a gift only meant for people that had given their lives, joy, sorrow, satisfaction and much more to a particular field. 

It was a gift that one could only acquire in their field once their lives had been given to it. So much so that they closed their eyes and dreamt of it.

It was the reason why a Swordsman could parry an attack behind him without looking. Or a veteran soldier dive out of the way of a bullet, accurately predicting its trajectory.

All Professions, and ways of life came with this gift. 

As a man that had killed and sacrificed his life for his goals for as long as he could hold a knife, Lenny too had been given a gift. 

At that moment when Manta had looked at him and smiled, even though she gave no killing intent whatsoever, that gift had raised its head. 

That gift that could never be wrong in its prediction had saved his life. As a man that trusted his own intuition as much as he trusted his stomach to digest his food, Lenny followed its guide.

Just before Manta moved, his instinct had dealt him the arrival of danger. Maybe it was a twitch of the finger that gave her away, or the way her eyes focused on him, or even her smile or playful attitude.

The one thing that was sure was that she was going to kill him. 

His heart at that moment seemed to have slowed down. In fact, the entire world slowed down. 

It was as if he had been plunged into an Icy depth. 

This was Killing Intent, but it was not from Manta. Even though he had felt she was going to kill him.

No!

This Killing Intent was from Death itself.

  Its cold, creaking fingers seemed to slowly and gently reach into his chest and fetch his heart like one would ice cream with a deep spoon, Scooping it gently so as to fill the deep spoon and avoid spillage.

In Lenny's head, those dreaded fingers scooped his heart away.

The Illusion had only been an instant, but all the muscles in his body had taunted at the Scene of it. His back had developed cold sweat, and the hair at the back of his neck had stood on high alert.

Immediately, he made a surprising request to the Satan System.

It was one he had never done before.

But considering how the system could make him stronger, then it was definitely a possibility.

"Satan System, Shift my heart as hard as possible by six centimeters to the right!" 

<Alert>

<Moving heart will reduce HP by 2000 Points and is not advisable>

This was a very dangerous place. Losing that amount of points in his HP was same as asking for a quicker death. 

He was rank 3 of the Lesser Demon rank. This meant that he had 3000 HP.

  2000 was more than half of his HP, but Lenny trusted his Instinct more.

After all, if he was dead, he would no longer have HP to spare.

It was a little after the exact moment the Satan System moved his heart as ordered did Manta's hand Perforate his chest, making a hole so deep her hand went out of the other side.

When Lenny coughed up blood, it was not just because of her hit. It was because of the sudden loss in HP. This was HP that even after shifting his heart was still falling.

He was truly dying...

(Author's note: This is a real gift. Stick to one thing and become a god in it. Thanks for the gifts by the way)