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Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny Tales is a sick psychopathic assassin with a twisted sense of justice who goes around the world murdering corrupt politicians. But at his latest hit, a bullet changed trajectory in mid air and ended his life. However when he wakes up, he discovers that his Death was not an accident, and he had been Employed by Lucifer Morningstar, the one known as the devil. His Mission is to have revenge on behalf of the Devil who was backstabbed, and had the apocalypse stolen from him by his own demons. But as a mere him in a post apocalyptic world filled with death at every turn, with wicked Witches, Devils, Royal Demons, and entities that feed on weak humans as per time snacks, how will he carry out such a mission? Fortunately, he is born again with the Satan System... ........ 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.) (My Discord: https://discord.gg/5Gexp9wW)

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The opportunity Presents itself

Lenny could already see it; he was going to die.

 

The sheer momentum and malice that Basit's eyes spilled were only expressed in the wave of his Darkline magic pouring out of his body, heading in one direction.

 

At this point, Lenny knew that there was nowhere to move or run.

 

He was like a planet trapped in the gravitational field of the sun and about to be bathed in horrible solar flares.

 

Even if he wanted to move, he couldn't.

 

However, just when he was about to be burned like the ant he was, under the lens of a child that had discovered a new method of killing bugs, a hand from seemingly nowhere patted Basit on the shoulder.

 

"GENTLEMAN Basit, I understand your loss, but please mourn after the event is over."

 

It was Basket Face, the butler of Lady Vinegar.

 

His smile appeared friendly but menacing, revealing his rows of uneven teeth.