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Devil Slave (Satan system)

{Warning: Mature content} The World called me an abomination, a freak of nature, a stain from my mother's legs. Even after righting their wrongs with my blade, it was still the same. However, in the midst of my despair, one person reached out his warm hand for me. Lucifer Morningstar. Even though he is the Devil spoken of in Legends, I shall take the leap of faith and do his bidding. To take breath in reincarnation in another world and Slaughter my foes: Demons, Angels, Devils, gods, and everything I consider EVIL in my PATH Don't get me wrong, my blade is a respecter of neither man nor beast. All that stand in my way shall FALL to the recreation of a world in the image I see fit. ............ If you want to know how sick this book is, read the first chapter. I still don't know how the idea for this book came out of my head. (Heaven! please forgive me) ..... Demons, Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, Soul Eaters, Cursers, Witches, Dark elves, Hell beasts, Heaven Beasts, Death Beasts... Practically, Every sick, both rosy and terrible thing of the underworld will be found in this book. My research is deep. (Note: Sick Shit happens here. If you don't have stomach for it, please run. You still have time.)

Dere_Isaac · Fantasy
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1220 Chs

A Burdened People

An Old Memory suddenly popped up in lenny's mind. This memory had come along as a result of his body remembering this feeling of pain. 

After all, it had happened before. 

Back then, it had been when Lenny had gotten to the finally boss of the first dungeon he had ever entered. 

his strength was so little then that manta had gotten rid of him with one move. Her blade had punctured his heart and back then, if not for a particular skill, he would have died. 

"A skill!" Lenny whispered to himself. "...What Skill!?" The Statan system as a result of his situation being an emergency had popped up his skill list. 

Before Lenny's eyes was the Skill list. However, the method on activating them was nearly foreign to him. 

Slowly, he continued to bleed towards his death. He could already feel his body turning cold, and a certain kind of fear enveloped him.