Devil Slave (Satan system)



Lenny looked on with his heart hungry for a battle.

Just then, he got an alert from the system.

<Side Quest Opportunity Detected>

<Side Quest: Loot>

Instantly, the adventurous spirit in him was invited.

As he stood on the prowl of the Crimson ship, he watched the battle between the "Scorpion's Wrath" and the "Cobra's Revenge" unfold from a distance, unable to quell the fiery bloodlust surging through his veins.

His fingers tightened around the twin swords that suddenly appeared from the storage unit at his thought of them.

Still sheathed at his hips, their blades were etched with intricate serpentine patterns of runes.

These were the weapons gifted to him by Ella before her betrayal.

On his back also appeared two gleaming flintlock pistols; these were exchanged from the market place in the system.

They hung there, adorned with silver and mother-of-pearl.

Lenny's heart pounded like a war drum as he gazed at the chaotic tableau unfolding before him.

The fierce clash of steel and the acrid scent of gunpowder and magic wafted across the desert sands.

Pirates swung from rigging and swung cutlasses in a ballet of violence, and colossal mutated creatures raged in a brutal brawl.

It was a spectacle of mayhem and madness, and Lenny could no longer resist its siren call.

Without hesitation, he threw a fierce, determined glance over his shoulder at his crew, their faces etched with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Stop the ship; I'll be right back."

That order had been clear.

However, Captain Crimson panicked, "Hey! What do you think you are doing?

However, Perseus turned, sending crackling electricity through the air to the wheel controlling the ship.

Immediately, Captain Crimson, in for yet another surprise, backed away from it.

Meanwhile, with a defiant grin, Lenny vaulted from the "Crimson Leviathan," his leather boots hitting the scorching sand with a muffled thud.

As he sprinted towards the battlefield, Lenny drew his twin swords with a flourish, their blades catching the setting sun and gleaming like twin serpents eager to strike.

At the same time, his fingers still grabbed his flintlock pistols.

He held both pistols and swords in his arms, their barrels aimed at the chaos ahead.

His speed, like that displayed by the very beasts that caused trouble in the sands

With a deafening crack, Lenny opened fire, dispatching a trio of rival pirates with deadly precision.

On reaching, he threw the pistols high in the air as his swords moved, giving an ethereal dance.

His swords flashed like lightning, parrying blows and delivering swift, lethal strikes.

He was a whirlwind of fury and skill, navigating the battleground with the finesse of a seasoned warrior.

The sight of Lenny joining the fray as he did left the pirates aboard the Crimson Leviathan speechless.

They watched the battle unfold as the one-man army unleashed a slaughter.

At this moment, they all feared blinking and losing sight of such a scene.

After all, pirates were such a people with stories to tell.

To miss such a scene was to miss a legendary tale.

In the heart of the battle, Lenny's bloodlust found its release—a torrent of raw energy channeled into each swing of his blades and each pull of his triggers.

Sometimes he would throw the guns up and use the blades; other times, it would be the other way around.

However, there was never a time that he did not catch his weapons.

And he did this without looking.

He was a force of nature amidst the storm of conflict. Although not a pirate, he was currently driven by a thirst for unconfined slaughter and a burning desire to conquer the desert's savage sea of sand, sweat, and steel.

If only Glenn could see him now, in this state of defined bliss, his smiles nearly reaching his ears, she would understand that for all her beauty and charm, she never stood a chance in the first place against the ever seductive pull of the battlefield for Lenny's heart.

Man and beast were all made equal in rank regardless of their ability or strength, according to the fangs of his pistols and swords.

The clash of metal, the roar of beasts, and the shouts of combatants painted a frenetic tapestry of chaos.

Lenny's pistols barked in unison, their bullets finding their marks with deadly precision.

He danced through the battle, the sweat on his brow mingling with the desert dust and his heart pounding in rhythm with the relentless fury of combat.

Despite the odds stacked against him, Lenny fought on, his twin swords carving a path through the fray.

He clashed with rival pirates, their blades singing in the moonlight, and stood his ground against the monstrous, mutated creatures that roared with primal rage.

As the battle raged, Lenny's instincts, honed by years of adventure in another world, guided him.

He recognized the strategic importance of the enemy ship's mast and made a daring move.

Sprinting across the shifting sands, he lunged onto the sand scorpion that propelled the "Scorpion's Wrath." With deft slashes of his swords, he severed the creature's vital tendons, causing it to crumble in agony.

The enemy ship began to list, and chaos erupted among the opposing pirates as they lost their advantage.

Naturally, the other pirate group tried to take advantage of this, but Lenny attacked likewise.

Lenny's bloodlust had led him into the heart of battle, but it was his skill, bravery, and unwavering determination for blood ignited by their chaos that seduced him from his calm.

As the last echoes of combat faded into the desert night, the pirates of both crews, "Scorpion's Wrath" and "Cobra's Revenge," met their ancestors through Lenny's bloodlust on this ground.

The fight was over, but Lenny found himself drenched in blood.

All about him, the resulting silence of his bloodlust

This was it; this was the life he truly enjoyed.

Battle for him was another home.

As he looked around him, his smile slowly relaxed, and an overwhelming sadness that the battle had ended washed through him, and he genuinely wished it was not over so soon.

Tears fell from his eyes, and Lenny wept bitterly.

"She is gone," he muttered, mourning the loss of the battlefield he ended.

(Author's note: Thanks for the gifts and encouragement.)