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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.)

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The Game Of Consciousness And life

Meanwhile, Lenny was in the midst of a dire situation, facing a deadly puzzle that threatened his life and those behind him. 

The walls around them were closing in, a slow but relentless march toward death. Yet, despite the rising danger, Lenny remained unnervingly calm. 

The cube before him remained a complex artifact of shifting sides, each one regulating at its own unique speed, designed to test the limits of one's mental acuity. 

This was a challenge meant to break even the sharpest minds, especially with the added pressure of impending doom.

At least that was so for the normal person, but lenny's brush with death had long become a daily bread. 

The walls, Lenny had noticed, were not just Spiky walls—they were constructed from Laws, metaphysical constructs that governed the very fabric of reality within the dungeon.