Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 493 I make the Waste land your graves

At the moment, the memories of those that Victor had stolen from the wall, as well as their pain, fluttered through his mind.

Deep down within his soul, he could still hear their ceaseless begging, pleading for him to take justice for them.

After all, he might not have been sewn completely to the wall, but at the same time, he was still a part of them.

The old woman raised her head to the towering figure that had now become Victor.

Only moments ago, she had been in a position where he was nothing but another statue on her never-empty wall, and now he was so much more.

The threat he posed was not just his size but also the obvious killing intent that seeped through his skin.

He had acquired quite a lot from those on the walls.

The old woman immediately changed direction in fear as she sought an escape.

Unfortunately, Victor was now at a level many times her strength.

This time around, he did not let her attempt another mistake.

Like a hungry glutton feasting on a buffet, he opened his wide mouth, revealing his uneven rolls of razor-sharp, unblemished teeth.

And before Moses's eyes, Victor chowed down, ripping the woman apart into pieces.

Moses had not thought that Victor would do it; after all, the Victor he knew would never do such a thing.

He was usually kind, loving, and caring. But this Victor, in a word, reminded him of... he turned to Lenny, who was smiling like a proud father.

In no time, the old woman was nothing but blood and paste on the ground, or at least, that was what was remaining of her.

After the act was done, Victor HOWLED loudly to the sky. His howl, if listened to properly, was very different from the norm. It was deeper and bolder and gave the impression that submitting was a requirement. This was what Moses thought the instant he heard it.

At the same time, deep in a pocket space, a beast opened an eye red as blood, and it seemed as if that eye could pierce through the veil to observe this world. However, this eye only looked at the city of milk and honey and not beyond.

Seeing that things were in order, it slowly closed once more.

Meanwhile, after that howl, Victor suddenly felt relief and fatigue wash over him.

His eyes became misty, and then he swayed to the left and right, and his body reverted back to his human form as he fell to the ground.

However, before he would touch the ground, Lenny, like a gust of wind, suddenly appeared, catching the young lad.

"You did well, boy!" Lenny commented with a smile.

"I... I have people to set free on the walls," Victor muttered.

Lenny nodded at this. Suddenly, he got several alerts from the system.

<Alert>

<Congratulations Host! Fate Mission Completed: What Makes a Leader a Leader>

<Two weeks of the host's punishment have been removed.

Although the reward for this mission did not look like much, it actually made Lenny very elated.

After the battles he had engaged in so far, the usefulness of magic was becoming more apparent.

Besides, the tournament was fast approaching.

Lenny had a feeling that he would need his magic during those battles.

There was also still that person that he needed to fight. Of course, it was none other than Riff.

He was half-born, unlike anything he had ever fought.

Although Lenny wanted to assume that he was not bothered about it, no one knew more than him how much it bothered him.

Luckily, the tournament would not start for another week.

He still had six more days until that time.

Lenny already had plans for these seven days. Of course, a majority of it meant that he would need a lot of significant training in the Satan system.

That would be a problem for another time. For now, however, he had other things that he needed to deal with.

After all, his perception could already sense the arrival of danger on the horizon.

Victor, with Lenny's help, sat upright.

One look at him, and Lenny could tell what he wanted.

With a wave of his hand, some demon meat appeared. This one was already well roasted.

Immediately, Victor set his eyes on it, he gobbled it up. Apparently, the old woman was not enough to calm his appetite.

One look at Victor's kind of transformation, and he could tell that he was going to have a very big appetite. Of course, this was true for most werewolves, but Victor's would be way worse.

After all, his transformation involved actively shedding his skin.

Victor's hair was no longer as white as it used to be. It was now red. It had basically turned the same shade of color as his mane in his werewolf form.

As he chowed down on his food, Moses, with much effort, was finally able to stand to his feet and struggle over.

Lenny looked in his direction and threw a limb at him.

After a while of eating, Victor had recovered significantly.

"Thank you!" Victor whispered.

Lenny nodded. He now saw Victor in a better light.

Victor suddenly stood to his feet, and then he walked towards the wall with the sewn people still on it.

As he did, their heads turned in his direction.

He raised his hand and pointed at ten individuals. "These ones are still new, and we can still save. the rest, he turned to Lenny... We burn!"

Those words were said without feeling, and yet with so much of it!

Moses nodded.

A while later, the ten individuals had been brought down.

Lenny brought out a large wheelbarrow from the storage and placed those that Victor had pointed on it.

Afterwards, the warehouse was set on fire.

By now, it was already evening, and after the good work that had been done here, it was time to leave.

Victor and Moses turned to leave. However, Lenny did not

"Lenny! Is there a problem?" Victor asked.

"No, it's not me that has the problem. Its them...!" Lenny frowned. "Or am I not right? Demons sent by Cuban for my head. Are you going to wait until I go back to the city, or would you prefer I make the wasteland your grave...?"