Devil Slave (Satan system)



Lenny stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"Bear!?" Nicky could not believe her eyes. "You cheating scoundrel! Ten years ago, You said you loved me, and after our one-night stand, You left me for dead at the jaws of a mutated beast. That Beast ate and swallowed me four times. Every time, I would get digested in its stomach and then come back to life after it vomited me. I had to forge an escape through its asshole!"

Everyone heard the quick explanation and was speechless.

Truly, this girl was very unlucky to have met a fellow like this.

Even Scarface's eyebrows twitched a little, as did Lenny's smile.

However, he had already started the show; he couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to.

Lenny stepped forward boldly, still remembering the task given to him by the system.

In truth, if he had been allowed to use violence, this would have been a lot faster.

In fact, those two who escorted him into the premises would have had their heads rolling in to announce his arrival.

And by now, he would have just burned everything around him to bits, and the entire problem would have been long gone.

However, now he had to bring up a smile to fawn over the gentlemen, who obviously preferred the harsher touch.

Lenny turned to Nicky, imitating Bear's voice as best as he could remember from the man's conversation with Scarface when he was outside the cave.

"Hey there, darling! The truth about that is that I came back for you that day, but I was just no match for a mutated beast. And your father came after my head then. But that day, I prayed day and night for your return, and I have been praying ever since then for the blessings of Ciri to guide you into my hands again. And Behold, I am here for you, my love!"

Lenny said those words with such fervor that one of Scarface's eyes could not help but twitch again. He had to constantly remind himself that this was not the real Bear but rather Lenny in disguise.

And the constant Reminder that Lenny was very well capable of tearing him to pieces faster than a pair of scissors could cut paper tamed him in his spot.

Washboard Chuckled a little. "Such a loving tale of True Love. But You know, unless you are here to exchange your liver for hers, You are really in the wrong place."

In saying those words, the menacing-looking men around slowly started to gather around Lenny and Scarface.

Some had baseball bats. In their hands, some had crossbars, and some had chains.

Evidently, these men wanted to first enjoy the thrill of beating them up before harvesting their livers.

Washboard nodded, "You dear lover boy, you know nothing about what your Sweet cheeks and her daddy owe me. You see, I am owed one month's worth of Liver. But do you at all know how long that will take? A normal person's liver needs about half a year to grow back to full size after a donation. Thank heavens for the blessing granted by Ciri. It will only take you about a day. However, I will harvest you every day for thirty days straight and..."

~Sniff~

Washboard's words were interrupted by his nose. "What in Ciri's fucking kitchen is that smell!?"

He sniffed again, and then the others suddenly noticed the smell.

They too began to sniff the air, trying to trace its source.

"Is that barbecue!?"

This question was a strong one.

After all, these people were ghouls. This meant that even though they still retained their human form, they essentially were not.I think you should take a look at

Mutation by negative energy affected everything.

Even their flesh smelled spoiled and sour.

It was just that they were already used to the smell. This meant that even if one were to roast the meat of a Ghoul, it would not come out with a sweet scent.

It was for this reason that the smell of meat was so unique.

In fact, at the moment, this smell in the air is like a faint taste of heaven.

Lenny suddenly chuckled as he stepped forward. "I am surprised it took you this long to smell it. Truly, your noses have become rotten with the useless liver you enjoy so much. Meanwhile, back in MY town, we enjoy hunts like this."

Lenny stretched a hand behind his back and inside his clothes.

This action of his immediately got a reaction from the men.

It was obvious that they thought he was bringing out a weapon. After all, these people had survived the modern age and the post-apocalypse. Handguns were not at all new to them.

However, Lenny maintained his smile as he slowly removed his hand.

This was an action that ensured all eyes were accurately focused on him. He brought out a little piece of meat, the size of a chicken nugget, and then he threw it at Washboard.

Instantly, Washboard caught it.

"What the hell is this?"

"That, my friend, is EDIBLE gold. At least in these parts it is."

Washboard frowned. "Are you tryna poison me, son? You think I'll fall for your bullshit?"

Lenny raised a brow at him, "I doubt your men will let me and my FATHER in-law out of here if I do. Besides, won't you just come back to life?"

That was another valuable argument.

One that Washboard could not find any fault to argue with.

Lenny was already cursing at the man's stupidity in his head.

Apparently, Washboard was like any rich man in the modern world. They all had an incredible fear of death.

Even when immortality had been granted, he was still scared of death.

With a reminder of the information Lenny had just granted, Washboard threw the piece of juicy meat into his mouth.

Slowly, he chewed.

As he did, his eyes brightened up, and he pushed away the girls around him as he suddenly fell to the ground...