Devil Slave (Satan system)

Victor screamed throughout his journey through the air.

lenny had not been forgiving in his throw, literally flinging Victor tens of kilometers into the harshness that was imperilment.

*BOOM!*

Victor smashed through a floating island.

Such a hit should normally kill him, but with the armor Lenny had adjusted with runes, it was no problem to absorb such an impact.

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

Victor smashed through two more Floating islands and then he plummeted straight to the ground.

It was a very rocking landing that created a small crater on the ground.

Although most of the impact had been absorbed by the armor, Victor still had an uncomfortable landing.

The armor glowed in a low golden light about his body.

Slowly, Victor stood to his feet, “that fucking Wanker!” he cursed at Lenny. He stretched a bit as he looked around him.

It was night time in imperilment and in a world without city lights, the stars were most bright and beautiful.

However, the tall trees around did not look any nice or cozy.

While Victor looked around, a certain mutated creature caught sight of him.

It stalked him from behind.

this was a creature that was practically a giant centipede the size of a bus.

However, even with its hundred legs, it moved with such grace and stealth that its carapace made no noise whatsoever.

Apparently, this was a very experienced hunter.

It went in a zigzag motion as it drew closer.

And then it finally made it close enough to him.

The Centipede-like creature towered over him and then it launched for him in an attempt to swallow him.

However, the hair on Victor’s skin swayed a bit and Victor smiled, “Got you!” immediately, he leaped off the ground and into the air in a somersault.

It was an incredible move.

Werewolves were by nature very flexible beings carrying in them the natural advantage of their other nature.

the speed with which he jumped allowed Victor to suddenly appear over the creature just as it had been above him.

And then his claws shot out of his hands, beautiful obsidian claws that seemed to reflect the light of the stars above.

Victor’s body moved like a motor in the air, making him look like the running teeth of a chainsaw.

And then he dropped down with force, instantly, grinding into the neck of the creature and cutting off the neck.

Victor landed and rolled over to the side. As he landed, so did the head of the creature, landing just beside him.

Blood shot into the air from the body that had been left behind like an erupting volcano.

Victor stood to his feet and turned about.

The body of the creature fell not far from him.

The sight of this made him chuckle a bit.

Victor was one lucky fellow. After that incident on the wall that almost assimilated him, he had now been blessed with the memories and therefore the experiences of a lot of people.

These were people of the Bitter Street. They all had their method and pattern of battling. Many of which came with very interesting methods of killing.

there was also a wide range of fighting techniques involved.

Of course, there were many of them that came incomplete and the majority of the people on the walls were just very useless.

However, he easily mixed up the fighting styles and techniques in his head in other to produce his own unique style of battling.

This was also very good for him because he could easily remove the weak points of one battling technique and replace it with yet another.

As he was, he was really a force many should not mess with, an incredible contrast to the person he used to be.

Victor felt quite good about that move he just made.

However, the hair on his skin swayed again and he raised his head to look around himself.

He could see pairs of eyes that glowed lowly in the dark of the trees.

They were all of different colors, red, blue, and yellow.

Many of them, he could feel that their strength level was very far from his own.

“Fuck!” he cursed as he stepped back.

The moment he did, he jumped into the shadows. His body instantly blending into the darkness of the night.

The beasts in the shadows rushed for the dead that Victor left behind.

Gawking at its flesh, breaking and crushing sounds that Victor heard behind him as he fled even deeper into the night.

In his heart, he hoped that the mutated beasts would settle for the dinner he left behind and allow him.

However, he was greatly mistaken.

A few of them rushed in the direction he had moved in.

This was Imperilment. The less powerful creatures in this world had four basic methods of survival.

The first was to live in a colony where safety was not all that guaranteed. However, with speed and luck, one would not be easily picked off.

The second one was to attach one’s self as a parasite to a stronger creature or at least have a symbiotic relationship with the stronger creature.

The third was to have incredible stealth that could either help to easily deceive one’s enemies or to confuse them.

The fourth was to have a weapon, in most cases poison that made predators fear and stay away.

Of course, there were animals that had more than one or even more of these advantages.

However, right now and here, Victor did not.

He was a foreign entity in this strange world where creatures had developed incredible adaptive features for survival.

Features that he did not have.

Even Lenny who was at a superior level of strength found it difficult to survive in this place when he first arrived.

Victor was definitely going to have it worse with his lesser demon rank strength.

However, Victor’s problems were just starting. Because right now, Curtin was rushing towards his location, charging through the forest like a blur…