Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny planning an escape when he was away although could be considered bold, was not all that surprising.

However, what happened next was what truly shocked him.

After all, he had estimated Chiron’s strength to be at the second rank of the Lesser demon realm, or at most, at the third rank of the Lesser demon realm.

However, Lenny suddenly went on a rampage killing Magistris like he was bullying little kids.

Cuban’s blood flowed in them.

Therefore, it was easy for him to see through their eyes and feel through their senses.

Lenny had slaughted rank 3 and 4 Magistris together.

Such strength marvelled Cuban.

After all, he was aware of Lenny’s age. Amongst all the gladiators he had or had ever had, this was by far the quickest growth he had ever seen.

It was like a meteorite shot through the sky.

After all, cultivation was a very difficult thing.

It had taken him a whole fifty years from the lesser demon ranks to get to the deep level demon ranks.

That was fifty whole years. That was practically the age of this world’s apocalypse.

And many people including demons considered him to be a genius.

Some even adding that it was because of his bloodline.

It was easy to see how perplexed he was.

He had remembered when Lenny had barely killed a big gladiator in the arena by destroying his balls.

Back then, he admired the tenacity of the young boy.

However, now, things were totally different.

He was starting to think maybe Lenny found some kind of hidden treasure beneath the Arena, within the Chimera caves.

However, he quickly dismissed that idea.

Even though his pet Chimera queen was dead, he did not mind since Insect-B remained to perform the necessary tasks to be conducted.

Yes, he was aware of her’s and Crusher’s existence too.

However, he did not care who did the job, as long as it was being done.

This was a serious default on his part as a leader.

However, such was the way of the world.

Rarely, did those on top ever check out what was happening below.

Such was life. As long as it did not interfere with their direct benefits, then it was not their business.

Cuban the Blood demon was no different.

He continued to watch as Lenny faced the Magistris all alone.

Regardless of their numbers or their skills, it was all for nothing.

His skills were incredible and immaculate.

Lenny’s every move spoke for itself.

It was as if he had done every move a thousand times already.

All the flaws that would have been easily pointed out in the battle style of a typical gladiator was absent from his every move.

When he jumped in the air, he was not just doing flips.

From the moment he rose to the moment he landed, all of his moves showed incredible precision and calculation to execute the right damage.

Cuban had assumed that Lenny was just a regular Reminder. Those that had a bit of memories from their ancestors, either demon or human.

From what he could see, Lenny did not have a little bit. In fact, Lenny carried the entire damn memory bank.

It even looked as if he refined the memory bank, picking those that were appropriate and then fine tuning them.

Even though Lenny was killing his servants like they were chicken, for a few minutes, he was Mesmerised by the moves he saw Lenny display.

Even the moves he had used in the Devil Dungeon could only be described as brutish compared to the way his Katana moved when killing the Magistris.

Cuban could not control what the Magistris did, but he could see, feel and even hear through their various senses.

Depending on how strong the demon was, he could even hear their thoughts.

This was how he caught the Magistri and Lenny the last time.

However, Cuban was not at all too worried about this current attempt by Lenny.

He still had a few rank 5s that he recently upgraded and the one Rank 6 that he had, he had already broken mentally.

After the Magistri waved his hands and the rank 5s rushed for Lenny, he was sure this was the end.

Once more, Lenny chopped them down like vegetables.

Now, his anger was climbing, “How fucking strong is he?” Cuban thought to himself.

It was at this point that he saw the state of his Arena. The voice of Bedlam had done significant damage to the Arena.

Without waiting anymore to see what was going to happen, he left the Arena masters in the Auction, leaving Basit’s wife to handle the situation for him.

This was an emergency, and it would have been easier and faster to just use a teleportation device. However, he had not set one linked to his home yet, and there was no more time to waste.

Instantly, he got on the plane.

He ensured that the pilot moved as quickly as possible.

But he was too late.

He watched the Magistri get killed after Lenny had introduced himself.

“A True name?” Cuban questionef himself. 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚗ｏ𝚟𝚎𝚕.ｏｒｇ

He could not believe what he had just heard Lenny say.

If Lenny had awakened a true name, then this changed a lot of things.

At first, he was planning to capture Lenny and instantly convert him into a Magistri so that he could torture him how he liked.

However, knowing that it was a true name, was entirely different.

Of course, Lenny would not have been foolish enough to have given the full true name, if not, Cuban could have used it to hurt him even from this distance.

Then again, he did not know that the name Lenny gave was not even a true name.

The level 6 Magistri died, and the only way he could see what was happening was through Watch Eye.

Finally, he arrived. Unfortunately, he arrived at the moment the town was all but no more.

From the Aircraft, he looked below and screamed…

“LENNY… TALES!!!”