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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 · Fantasia
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1002 Chs

Achieving the Impossible is an Assassins way

Even with C888's comprehension of what had happened, he had still been behind on the truth of what was really going on.

From the very beginning, Lenny had been attacking the Devils ceaselessly.

Every attack he made with his fist would result in a loud sound that would destabilize his coordination, and the recoil would seep into his body, destroying his muscles and tendons.

This was something that could cause extreme pain and Fatigue.

However, things were not always what they seemed to be.

Every time Lenny hit, his goal had never been to hurt the devils.

Rather, in his mind's eye, he was searching for it. He was searching for the sweet spot.

He was searching for that point at which the hit went in and made its recoil.

He needed to know how the hit was absorbed and then sent back to him.

Most, if not all, assassins in his former world were good students of science.