Devil Slave (Satan system)



"Good! Which of the demon families is trying to use me?" Lenny asked.

"Trying to!? Are you dumb or something? You don't even know that right now, at exactly this moment, you are already a tool for them." Mr. Martin chuckled lightly.

Lenny frowned. "WHICH family?" 

"If you don't know it by now, then there will be no good that will come out of me snitching, would there? But as a show of my generosity, I can only tell you that Lady Death is on their side." 

Those were the only words Mr. Martin said before he rushed at Lenny with an assortment of appendages, all of them forming edges like spears.

Lenny was so shocked by what he had just heard that he temporarily forgot to dodge in time, and one of the spears stabbed through his shoulder.

But it was not his fault. He could not be blamed for this.

It was because he suddenly remembered a series of things. Firstly, it was every time that he really wanted to deliver the judgment of death to basically anyone since he came to this new world.

He had assumed that their panic and fear were the result of their knowledge of their impending doom, but then he remembered that cold but warm feeling of those bony fingers embracing his existence.

There was also the most recent event with Sam, Victor's aunt, who saw him and immediately hid behind Moses. She had called him Death's engaged.

And now, Mr. Martin was saying that Lady Death was on their side.

Lenny was not so foolish that his mind could not try its best to fill in some parts of the puzzle.

He frowned deeply, and that was not just because of the spear-like appendage that had speared into his shoulder.

Lenny did not like what he was suspecting to be true. After all, the only person he wanted to work for was the Morningstar, and no other person.

However, a series of events that he could not control had been popping their ugly heads.

First was the issue with the system and the fates, and then fighting for the primordial beast, and now he was hearing that Death, an entity beyond human comprehension, was in on this.

Anger boiled within him like a river of magma.

In his heart, he had already come to a conclusion on what to do concerning each one that presumed that he was the ideal candidate to be used.

At the same time, Mr. Martin's spear appendage stabbed into his shoulder, and then, like a tree suddenly growing shoots from all sides, it busted into roots in his arm.

"AHHH!" Lenny grunted, but he immediately used his sword to cut it off and create enough distance between him and Mr. Martin.

In his arm, he could feel that the cells of the apendage were still trying to penetrate his body.

However, it was not as controlled with precision as it was when connected to Mr. Martin's body.

There was intense pain. It was as if a hundred miniature snakes were struggling for space to ride into his bloodstream.

If this were any other person, the excruciating pain from the invading snake-like extensions of cells would have tortured them to death, or at least to removing their own arm.

However, Lenny immediately used the system for this.

"System, block all access to blood vessels, and tighten muscles in the affected area."

<Affirmative: Blood vessels have been blocked, and the right lung has been temporarily stopped.>

Lenny was surprised to hear that the system immediately stopped his right lung, but that meant that his right lung was already affected.

All of a sudden, his breathing became ten times harder. It was as if he had suddenly run a hundred-kilometer race while high up in the mountains with a low oxygen supply.

He could not help but take a knee.

Mr. Martin saw this and chuckled loudly. "Are you feeling it already? My cells have been instructed to damage your lungs and heart. There will not stop until your heart is stopped." 

Lenny frowned as he heard this. He immediately stabbed his shoulder with his sword to remove the visible appendage, still wriggling about as if it were a worm trying to dig into his shoulder.

He managed to remove it and cast it aside, but Lenny still felt his body being invaded.

Mr. Martin chuckled at the miserable effort that Lenny put into this. "You, my dear friend, have already lost this battle. The moment my cells got into your body, it was already over. You might have removed the main branch, but little cells, even as I talk, programmed for your death, are still enroute. As long as blood flows within your body, then your death is assured." 

Lenny frowned. His knowledge of the human body immediately kicked in. It took about one minute for a full circulation of blood around the human body.

Immediately, he gave the system a series of instructions.

Those instructions made him cough out a mouth full of blood to the side. Mr. Martin naturally assumed that Lenny was already dying.

"If I'm going to die, then I'll take you with me. Do you remember those big guns I told you about?

Lenny waved his hands, and his katana disappeared, replaced by a very big chainsaw.

Movement with his affected hand was very difficult, especially because he had temporarily stopped the blood supply to it so as to slow down the invasion into his body.

But he advanced in strength so far that he only needed a little blood to still accomplish the task at hand.

With a steady pull, the motor of the chainsaw roars to life.

"And what the fuck do you think that will do?" Mr. Martin asked.

Lenny smiled a broad, sadistic smile. "Like a tree, I'm going to trim you down to size!"

"Trim!? I can heal infinitely." Mr. Martin spread his hand to show the many humans still decorating the walls.

"I know, I'm counting on it!"