Devil Slave (Satan system)

<Alert>

<10 more seconds until the arrival of the vengeful Nether creature>

Only ten seconds were remaining.

Lenny instantly doubled his efforts. Only a bit of time was left, and the Nether would arrive.

However, Goodness was smart, and her ability to work strategically with the Nether Creature she summoned ensured that Lenny was always on his toes.

Besides, he was badly wounded already.

What had been a saving grace for him was the fact that the amulet made his body tougher.

If not, it was safe to say that by now, he would have been torn to shreds. At least theoretically, this was true.

<5 more seconds until the arrival of the vengeful Nether creature>

<3 more seconds until the arrival of the vengeful Nether creature>

Lenny instantly knew that he had to give up this one—at least temporarily. He had to give it up.

Instantly, he waved his hand, and the amulet disappeared into his storage unit.

The moment it did, his body instantly reverted back to its normal state.

Goodness had been sensitive to the battle’s progress.

The moment the last few seconds were about to pass, she knew it was time.

It was going to be one of two things.

Either Lenny died from the arriving Nether creature or he died at her hands.

After all, stubbornly keeping the amulet on would spell his death as the nether creature with a vengeful vendetta would eat him alive, or he would revert back to his normal state, and she as well as her nether creature could consume him.

Either way, he was dead meat.

However, what she did not know was that a mind like Lenny’s was as devious as his killing techniques.

The moment the amulet disappeared, she dived for him.

Goodness was also smart. She noticed that Lenny waving his hands could let weapons appear. ｂｅ𝚍ｎｏｖｅ𝚕．ｃｏｍ

She was not going to let him display such skill. The last time he clashed with her using a sword, it hurt like hell.

The mouths on her hands instantly bit his hands. Holding them in place firmly.

This way, he was not going to move his wrist and therefore summon a weapon.

The moment she did, she chuckled.

“I have got you now, Vermin.” Her voice echoed like the reverberation of a drum against the wall, a result of her many mouths engaging in speech at a time.

“For what you did to me and my sisters, I will enjoy feasting on your flesh.”

The smile revealed on the closest mouth to his head was menacing, a revelation of her pride in the fact that she had now captured him and was about to feed on his flesh.

Lenny, on the other hand, chuckled lightly.

“My dear ugly harlot, let this daddy educate you a bit about killing. The easiest time to kill a person is when they assume they’re winning.”

Lenny instantly burned a good amount of magic points as his hands went up in white flames, and then instantly, he concentrated all of that power from under his elbow to his palm.

He shrugged his shoulder lightly, but just this movement gave a sharp cut, tearing through her teeth holding his hand in place and all through to the side of the mouth on hand.

“Hmmm, so it works. That’s good.”

This particular move, Lenny had learned from seeing the giant monkey fight.

All he did was compress his magic flames into a concentrated, thin line and finely dice the opponent like a hot knife going through cheese.

The more fine and concentrated the magic power, the sharper the cut.

Basically, Lenny did not need to wave out a weapon from his storage unit.

Right now, his body has become the weapon.

This is a regular assumption for an assassin, but a literal statement for Lenny.

The moment he cut her, she attempted to back off again.

However, Lenny would not let this happen.

Even though the Nether creature she summoned was trying to swallow him,

Lenny had only fought with goodness for a few seconds before he managed to grasp her fighting dynamic.

Hers was really easy.

I fight if I am at an advantage, and I run if I am not.

Basically, she adopted the rules of cowards.

The first time they engaged in a fight, she did not mind Baddieness throwing her at Lenny because she thought that he was just a small fry, but he had proven himself stronger than that, and therefore, in this fight, she employed the use of the Nether creature so that she could attack from the cover it provided.

This system of fighting she employed had one fatal damage that Lenny suspected Goodness herself was not aware of in her psyche.

It was simple. When she was running or escaping, her mind did not think of anything else except escaping.

In other words, even if there was a method of countering Lenny, she would not be aware of it.

Also, if Lenny was bluffing, she would not know.

All she would see was the fear that she was about to get hurt.

This fear was a pricey downfall.

If she had so much as looked properly, she would have noticed that Lenny only barely used the skill once before it vanished.

He was unfortunately not able to maintain the skill for more than two seconds.

Apparently, the technique that the monkey used was a complicated one.

But her moving away from his hand was enough for Lenny to move his wrist, and a Katana blade appeared.

Lenny forced White Flame through it.

This attack was just too close and precise for him to miss.

With a stab into her chest, where her heart was supposed to be all the way to her neck, and then her nose, eyes, and finally her brain, dividing them into two.

Blood splashed everywhere, and Goodness’s head was split open like the offering of bread to homeless people.

Blood went up into the air; she had met her end.

Such was the result of her cowardice. If only she had been more observant. However, cowardice was an instinctive habit only tamed by self-discipline.