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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 End!

In the aftermath of the undead invasion, the territory's strongest fighters, including Crusher, Victor, and others, had leapt into action. They were determined to extinguish the fires and halt the advance of the reanimated corpses that threatened their home.

Crusher, a mountain of a man with a deep-seated loathing for the undead, plunged into the fray. His massive fists became instruments of destruction, pulverizing the skulls of the undead with each swing. His hatred fueled his strength, making him an unstoppable force against the wave of invaders.

The scene was chaotic, with fighters moving swiftly to eliminate the threat. In no time, the visible undead within the territory were dispatched. The ground was littered with remnants of the crushed invaders, a gruesome testament to the defenders' prowess. Yet, in the midst of victory, an ominous presence lingered unnoticed.