Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1386: The King Gifts his Own.

Father Black remained silent.

For several tense seconds, his consciousness seemed to freeze.

Hell was far from a typical war zone or a mere lower realm. Every scholar of the multiverse worth their salt understood the reality—or at least lived in dread of it.

Hell served as an anchor.

It was a metaphysical weight to all of existence; the dark pillar that held creation in balance. It wasn't just another plane, but a conceptual engine preventing the collapse of the universe.

Heaven established the laws of order.

Reality dictated the nature of form.

But Hell governed the law of consequence.

Even Lucifer—the Morningstar, the Great Rebel, the Tyrant—had never truly mastered it as its King.

He had spent eons searching.

He had scoured every layer and investigated every throne, consuming his own demonic servants and subjugating primordial horrors, yet the Heart of Hell remained hidden from him.

Many believed that if Lucifer could not locate it, then it was beyond anyone's reach.

Others argued that Hell lacked a core entirely—that it was a boundless, contradictory primary plane that existed and vanished simultaneously.

However, Hell was unique among realms.

Its mere coronation had the potential to warp the fabric of the universe.

And Lenny—

Lenny had claimed it.

He had done so in total secrecy.

Hundreds of millennia ago.

Father Black’s hands began to shake, though not out of terror. It was pure, unadulterated awe.

The sheer magnitude of power now at his King’s command surpassed anything he had ever researched, calculated, or even dared to dream of.

Then—

He burst out laughing.

A powerful, resonant laugh filled the office.

A massive wave of relief washed over him.

"Ha... hahaha... HAHAHA!"

He wiped his eyes, still breathless from his chuckling.

"Lucifer?" he said with a scoff.

"Michael? The High Heavens? The Fallen?"

He shook his head in disdain.

"They are all insignificant. Every single one of them."

Suddenly, the orb emitted another pulse.

Lenny’s voice sliced through his laughter.

"I require more time, old man."

Father Black turned serious in an instant.

His smile vanished—replaced by intense concentration.

His mind, honed by centuries of studying cosmic mysteries, snapped into action.

"You haven't finished the Cultivation of Hell’s core yet," he noted slowly.

"Am I correct?"

A weary sigh resonated from the orb.

"...As perceptive as always."

Lenny went on, his voice sounding burdened.

"To confront them all—Heaven and the Fallen alike—I need a longer window."

He paused.

"Can you secure that for me?"

Father Black leaned back in his chair, a newfound confidence filling his spirit. His fingers began to tap the desk in a rhythmic pattern.

He was already formulating a plan.

He gave a low, self-assured chuckle.

"Naturally," he replied. "I will find a way."

Then, with calm precision, he asked, "Exactly how much time do you need?"

The orb’s light faded slightly before flickering with renewed strength.

"Long enough."

A dangerous, slow grin spread across Father Black’s face.

"Then you shall have exactly that."

Lenny spoke once more.

"The Satan System... Lucifer has tainted it. That is why I avoided using it to reach you."

A subtle ripple moved through the orb’s surface.

"I am transmitting something superior. A fresh system. New directives."

And then—

"A reward," Lenny whispered. "For a man who has remained eternally loyal to me."

Father Black let out a sudden gasp.

The new family sigil seared itself into his skin—not with pain, but with a sense of finality.

A surge of absolute power raced through his body.

Then—

His surroundings dissolved.

A flood of runes overwhelmed his sight.

These weren't static symbols from ancient scrolls or stone tablets; they were living equations—shifting, evolving, and rewriting themselves at speeds beyond human thought. Laws of cause and effect were flipped. Tactical blueprints were superimposed over cosmic probabilities. Contracts were layered within other contracts, complete with conditions, loopholes, and safety protocols.

He wasn't simply reading information.

His very being was being restructured to comprehend it.

To be exact, these were shadow runes.

For a fleeting second, Father Black stood outside the flow of time, witnessing the branching and collapsing of various futures, watching the fates of Heaven, Hell, and the various Earths.

Then—

The vision ended.

The office returned to normal.

Father Black took a sharp breath.

His eyes were now glowing—vibrant, sharp, and lethal.

"...I understand it now," he whispered.

The orb pulsed once more.

Lenny’s voice followed, sounding steady and certain.

"Athena will provide the necessary tools I have prepared for you."

Athena looked toward Father Black. He gave a knowing nod and gestured with his hand, causing the private runes in the room to dim.

These were the specific runes that prevented any intrusion or interruption within this space. They also served to block any eavesdropping on their talks.

This security was why Athena felt comfortable enough to reveal the eye of the hell beast.

Athena raised a single hand.

The fabric of space folded.

A rift opened within the room, not through force, but as if reality were making way for it.

Three entities emerged.

They were Cup-bearer devils.

These tall, robed figures possessed blue-black skin covered in infernal markings. Their eyes glowed with a faint golden hue, and their horns swept back like dark crowns. Each devil held a massive chest with two of their arms.

The chests themselves were alive.

They seemed to breathe.

Beneath the living metal, veins throbbed, and locks clicked rhythmically as if the containers were sensing their environment.

Father Black’s mouth twitched. "Couldn’t you have used something more discreet?" he grumbled, though his delighted smile remained.

Lenny’s voice continued.

"Everything required is within those chests. Armaments. Pacts. Keys. Seeds. I also included a small token to congratulate you on your marriage."

"Oh? You were aware of that?" Father Black laughed softy. "I truly wish you could have attended."

"But I was there."

The old man looked visibly confused.

Lenny let out a dry laugh. "It is somewhat complex. Let’s just say I have been present throughout. From the very start."

Lenny was telling the truth. He had been watching the old man since before his birth.

Even during moments when he should have perished long before the apocalypse of the Eighth Earth, Lenny had intervened.

When he served as a Navy SEAL and bullets whizzed past him on the front lines, Lenny had been watching.

He had been there for every single one of his family members.

He hadn't used his true form, of course, but he hadn't missed a single moment of his family's lives.

He made sure to leave the smallest footprint possible. After all, events had to unfold in a specific sequence to prevent the collapse of time itself.

Naturally, he kept those details to himself.

A brief silence followed.

"If you require more... more will be sent." The light of the orb began to fade.

However, before it went dark, Athena stepped toward it.

"Wait," she called out.

"I have a question."

There was a moment of stillness.

Then Lenny answered softly,

"Speak."