The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 366 Third Shadow Slave!

Damien had come into this world, or possibly many worlds, with only one goal in mind: to gain the last Crystal God Stone. He felt a surge of excitement as he examined the Dragon Slaying Bullet, which he suspected contained traces of the precious stone.

"Can you disassemble this bullet?" Damien asked, turning to Prince Zokaka.

"No," Zokaka replied. But when he saw Damien's frown, he quickly added, "These bullets are made by Grandmaster Grumdoc Flintstone. He's the only one who can take them apart."

Zokaka was only seventeen years old, but he possessed a shrewdness that belied his youth. He had quickly assessed Damien's capabilities and decided that the giant before him was not to be trifled with. 'I should count myself lucky to be in one piece,' he thought.

He approached Damien and knelt before him, placing his forehead on Damien's dusty boots. "I can take you to Grumdoc Flintstone, but I have a condition," he said. "Take me as your servant...or even as your slave, if you wish."

Damien didn't respond immediately. Instead, he studied Zokaka's facial expressions and listened to his heartbeats, trying to discern his intentions. He concluded Zokaka was a cunning dwarf with lofty ambitions.

The silence stretched on, and Zokaka felt uneasy. After five long minutes, Damien spoke. "Very well. I sense your sincerity, but I have a few questions for you first."

"Please, ask away, master! I'll do my best to answer," Zokaka replied, relieved that his offer had been accepted.

"I've heard that you're a prince," Damien said, his first question cutting straight to the chase. "So, why is a prince here in these remote areas with some useless guards? They don't seem to listen to you."

Zokaka's emotions suddenly overwhelmed him. He took a deep breath before replying, "I am the Seventh Prince of the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom, born out of wedlock between King Ragnar and my mother, who was a former maid of Queen Kudini Lavabane."

Zokaka continued, "Until now, I have been looked down upon and bullied by my brothers and sisters. Even other noblemen didn't take me seriously. I am just someone with the title Prince. Nothing more. However, a month ago, the king announced a decree of selecting the Crown Prince. Before that, all the princes had to join and command the troops around the borders of the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom for thirty-four days. And that is why I am here in this remote place with these worthless guards."

Damien raised another question, his interest piqued. "Good! I can make you the Crown Prince... No, forget that. I'll make you the King of the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom. But what can you offer me in return?"

Zokaka's eyes briefly twinkled, and he responded without hesitation. "Oh great giant, I have nothing to offer you other than my absolute loyalty until my last breath."

"Hmm, you passed the test," Damien said with a jovial smile. He tapped his forefinger on the dwarf's forehead and said, "Don't move! Let me check your physique." Damien then infused a thread of his soul consciousness and carefully scanned Zokaka's internal body condition for the next twenty-two minutes before retracting it.

'Interesting,' Damien thought to himself. 'He has a similar physique to that half Titan fatty. Maybe my new serum could work on him.'

Damien then transformed into his Satanic Form, causing Zokaka to shudder in fear. However, the prince was wise enough not to react outwardly.

Damien chanted a spell in Sanskrit and began to dance in a pattern around the kneeling prince. After a few minutes, he stopped and bit his thumb, smearing the blood over the Dwarf Prince's forehead in the design of a Swastika with a lotus on top. "If you wish to become my slave, repeat each of my words correctly," Damien said.

Prince Zokaka nodded in agreement, and Damien chanted a series of mantras while the prince repeated them flawlessly. At the end of the ceremony, Damien shouted, "From this day forward, the little dwarf named Zokaka will be my slave. His future sons and daughters will also be my slaves. In return, I grant you my first vial of True Titan Serum."

Damien held out a glass bottle containing a colorless liquid and said, "Drink this. It is your first reward for pleasing me with your loyalty." Zokaka timidly took the bottle and uncapped it.

"But remember this," Damien warned in a serious tone. "You have already made a blood contract with me. If you ever betray me, the drop of my blood on your forehead will explode, killing both your soul and body."

"I understand, master," Zokaka responded, before gulping down the liquid in one fell swoop. Almost immediately, he wailed in agony.

"Endure it. The pain will pass soon," Damien said, tapping his finger on Zokaka's forehead. "I'm passing you a method to digest it. Use it to focus the baptized Origin energy inside the chakra just below your navel."

After an hour and a half, Zokaka had fully integrated and formed a dantian. Damien inspected his body and saw that he now had a Titan Physique as his Third Shadow Slave.

Zokaka sprang up and pulled a large hammer out of nowhere, starting to hammer the monstrous rocks. His movements in breaking each large stone were like a dance, swinging the hammer that was twice the size of his body. After clearing the way, he scuttled forward and knelt before Damien.

"How do you feel now, Prince Zokaka?" Damien asked. "You can stand up now."

Giving the customary dwarf salute, Prince Zokaka answered, "I feel great!" Then he started raining down words of praise for a couple of minutes, making Damien cringe.

"Alright, enough with the sucking up," Damien said, taking out a pigeon egg-sized red crystalline ball. "Have you seen something like this before? It's called the God Crystal Stone."

Prince Zokaka observed the stone in his master's hand meticulously and responded, "Oh, my master! If you're looking for it, then you came to the right place. I'm certain there is a stone exactly like this attached to my father, Ragnar's crown."

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