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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 Lesson learnt

The King gave. Loud wild laughter that echoed in the garden.

But most of all, left lenny speechless.

The king smiled, "You passed the test. After all, every man should pick his path. That is the true essence if a man. Pick your path. If you had simply agreed with my words, I would have looked at you like a fool."

The king suddenly waved his hands showing a part of the garden with golden stature of men and women frozen in time all these were those that dis not pass the king's test.

They now serve as trophies in the garden.

The revelation that followed, illuminated by Solomon's wild laughter, was as unexpected as it was profound.

The garden, with its golden statues of men and women frozen in time, stood as a testament not to failure but to the inability to embrace one's own path with conviction.