Devil Slave (Satan system)



Slowly, she landed in her very mature form and in the nude.

She landed with her head bowed on the ground, and then she suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes looked as if they carried within them the negative magic fires that would burn the world.

And then she suddenly stood up and rushed at Lenny.

Immediately, Lenny brought out his blade, but seeing as she wasn't casting any spells or the like, he paused.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she leaned into him and kissed him deeply.

Her hands, pulling his head into her own.

Her tongue snaked into his mouth, and then she stepped back.

This action of hers really surprised him.

He looked at her with a brow up.

"Ciri!?"

She nodded. "Well, it's complicated. I am not the original Ciri, nor am I the Ciri with ten souls. I am..."

"One Ciri... the total merging of all ten souls together. Hammered and crushed together like the merging of ingredients to make soup, you are not one of them; you are all of them, but you're neither of them." Lenny explained.

Surprisingly, she nodded. "Well, that was easier than I thought. But I would rather you call me Glenn. That will be my name from now on."

Lenny nodded.

He soon got alerts in his head.

All of which made him smile.

Just when Lenny had wanted to cut off her head, he came to an unreasonable confusion.

It was that that surprised him greatly.

The system had said for him to see to the death of the witch Ciri.

However, that statement itself was not as straight-forward as one would think.

In fact, it was more broad than even Lenny would want to admit.

Of course, he could simply wave his sword, and it would be all over.

However, accomplishing tasks at the end of the day was dependent on the individual's perspective and definition of the task.

The reason was simply in the psychology of death.

Death was considered the absence of life, but death could also be described as the permanent change of one form to another.

It was like how a seed must die in the ground for a tree to be brought to life.

Basically, it was a word play of personal description or definition.

As Lenny grew in strength, he also became smarter than before.

This was, of course, an increase in the level he was at.

He was starting to see why it was easy for Lucifer to seduce Eve into eating the forbidden fruit in the First Garden.

Glenn was no longer Ciri, in that all the other souls in her died for her to be born.

Although it was still the same body, it was not the same soul.

This was even more so because the definition of a person was made by the accumulation and sum total of a person's experiences and environment.

It was for this reason that the pattern of speech in the same language could differ from region to region.I think you should take a look at

It happens because of the external influence of people in that region.

This is why people have an accent.

In this manner, Glenn was no longer a gathering of different souls with their own individual thoughts and experiences, but a sum total of all of them.

If a person's experiences defined who the soul was, then it was safe to say that Glenn was neither none of the ten witches inside her nor a joint product of all of them.

In theory, she was from them but not them.

It was like saying a son was from his mother and father, but that did not mean that he was either of them.

Glenn was from the dead witches, but Glenn was Glenn and remained Glenn.

Therefore, if Glenn was Glenn, then that meant that there was no longer Ciri in existence.

And if there was no longer Ciri in existence, then it meant that she was dead.

(Author's note: if this was not easy for you to understand, then you need to read more books, fam...)

Even Lenny found it incredible that he had figured that out.

If it had not worked, then he would have lost the doubling of his stats.

It made him wonder how much word play he had missed with all the other missions that the Satan System had given him.

These were probably word plays that might have had easier solutions to the problems than the difficulty he had gone through.

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Then again, he had been so focused on passing the trials and still fighting for his life back then that it couldn't be helped.

"So, Glenn, are you okay?" He asked as he shamelessly took in the sight of her nakedness.

She saw this but did not stop him.

She nodded, and then she clicked her tongue, "It's been so long, and I'm reborn. Would you like to take this body for a test drive?"

Lenny was a bit taken back by the request, but before he could, he heard a scream, "Father!"

It was from Insect-B. She ran up to him, still with little to no respect for clothing.

She jumped on him in a hug.

"Father, you came for me." She hugged him tight.

"Oh, a family man." Glenn spoke as she took several steps back.

Lenny was perplexed by this. In truth, he had forgotten that Insect-B even existed.

"Lenny!" A deep, familiar voice called to him.

He turned to the side, and there he was. It was Crusher.

While Ciri was undergoing her transformation, the lightning struck the rock that kept them prisoner, and that was how they were freed.

"Crusher, you sick bastard. I thought the witch had eaten you already."

"Hahaha!" Crusher chuckled. "That's not possible; I'm bad meat."

Glenn stood on the side, a bit offended by that statement, but she said nothing about their reunion.

However, at this time, there was suddenly a familiar but unexpected voice that suddenly happened directly behind Lenny.

It was Minnie.

"But I bet you are good meat..."