Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1393: The 100 Wait Begins.

Gabriel shot a sharp, fleeting look toward Raphael—a glance brimming with "you absolute moron" energy. Raphael winced slightly, his wings sagging like a child caught in a lie.

Turning back to Father Black, Gabriel maintained a voice that was composed yet curt.

"How much time is required before your combatants are prepared to challenge the warriors of Heaven?"

Father Black opened his arms wide, adopting a facade of complete innocence.

"Well, as your brother just pointed out, humans are essentially trash. Incredibly slow. You understand how it works—we have to raise the young, oversee their training, wait for puberty, perhaps even send them to university..."

Gabriel interrupted him with a deadpan expression. "You are granted fifty years."

Father Black countered instantly, a grin spreading across his face. "One hundred."

Without blinking, Gabriel replied, "Deal."

Father Black arched an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by how easily the terms were accepted.

Gabriel merely shrugged, his wings shifting behind him. "A century is an eternity for mortals. For us? It is no more than a long weekend."

Father Black let out a chuckle. "Yeah, that’s what I figured."

He then pivoted toward the distant throne resting upon the dead sun, cupping his hands to shout as if calling across a crowded room.

"Hey, Morningstar! Are you alright with waiting a hundred years?"

Lucifer reclined, stretching with a lazy grace, one leg draped over the arm of his throne once more. His gaze shifted from Gabriel to Father Black.

A flicker of understanding passed through his mind.

"I waited for hundreds of thousands of years just to reclaim my wings," he shouted back, his voice light and carefree. "A mere century? I will hardly notice it passing."

Beside him, Seraphina asked in a hushed tone, "My lord, are you certain? You have anticipated this moment for so long."

In response, he gestured toward the angelic host. "Seraphina, do you feel confident in facing them?"

She knit her brows. "The prospect of a battle in Heaven does not please me. Though we have grown more powerful through your anointing, still..." She trailed off, her eyes settling on Michael’s sword.

If any barrier stood in the way of their triumph, it was that specific blade.

While Lucifer’s Holy Tool, Anguis, was designed to siphon and destroy power or create new life, Michael’s Holy Tool served a singular function.

Its only purpose was total annihilation from existence.

It was likely the most formidable Holy Tool in the entire universe.

Because of this, it was classified as forbidden.

She was uncertain of Lucifer's ultimate plan, but she knew her master was always orchestrating something behind the scenes.

He would not agree to a 100-year delay without a specific objective in mind.

Father Black nodded in satisfaction. "Then the agreement is settled."

Gabriel looked toward Michael. The archangel’s jaw was set tight, yet he offered no protest. Biting his own thumb sharply, he drew golden ichor that shimmered like liquid sunlight. The blood floated into the air, weaving itself into radiant lines of text—a fresh heavenly contract manifesting in the vacuum of space.

Father Black scanned the document rapidly, his lips moving as he parsed the fine print. Then, without hesitation, he bit his own thumb. Crimson blood spilled out, merging into the golden script and sealing the agreement with a gentle pulse of light.

The contract was signed.

~Sanguis Foedus~ The Blood Pact.

Validated by the cosmos itself.

He moved toward the massive infernal monolith that remained hovering nearby. New clauses had already begun etching themselves into its surface—revised terms that accounted for the new three-way tournament format.

Once more, Father Black pressed his blood-stained thumb against it.

A deep, vibrating hum echoed through the void.

~Sanguis Foedus~

The pact with Lucifer was now finalized as well.

Everything was officially bound.

The countdown timer vanished.

For the first time in an entire week, the space surrounding Earth felt... peaceful.

Lucifer’s laughter faded into a pensive hum. He sat upright on his throne, folding his wings neatly, and projected his voice one last time—smooth and full of temptation.

"Regent," he called out across the void, "one final proposition. Align with me, and I shall restore the old sun. Warmth, golden mornings—the entire nostalgic experience. Earth can have its star back. What is your answer?"

Father Black didn't even fully turn around. He simply waved a hand dismissively over his shoulder, as if shooing away an insect.

"Keep it," he replied cheerfully. "We’ve already upgraded."

As though the universe had been waiting for that exact signal, a magnificent azure radiance blossomed along the horizon of the Earth.

A new sun appeared. Though smaller than the previous one, it was brilliantly radiant and a deep, impossible blue. It rose slowly, bathing the world in a vibrant, cool light. The oceans began to shimmer with turquoise hues, and the clouds were tinted with sapphire. Day returned to the planet, more luminous and alien than ever before.

Everyone—without exception—stood frozen.

Perseus’s mouth hung open. Even the blind Athena turned her head. Odin muttered under his breath, "Well, I’ll be damned."

Even Michael and Gabriel stared in shock, their wings held still in mid-air.

Lucifer’s relaxed smile vanished. A look of genuine confusion creased his perfect forehead as he leaned forward, squinting at the impossible blue star.

Near Earth, the reality of the situation dawned on Father Black’s inner circle.

Nikky, safe within one of Lenny’s concealed orbital stations, had just opened a specific gift-wrapped container following Father Black’s precise orders.

Inside was a pocket-sized star, forged in the royal smithies of Hell.

With a single press of a rune, the new sun had been deployed.

Naturally, no one else realized this was simply the King of Earth looking after his people.

The Earth had daylight once more. A superior daylight.

Father Black turned gracefully in the void and began his flight back home, his team following behind him like a triumphal procession.

As they entered the atmosphere, a rich, amused female voice crackled over their private communications channel.

"Old man," Tomato drawled from her moon-sized warship in high orbit, "if I weren't already head-over-heels for Lenny, I’d marry you right now."

Gliding next to Father Black, Demeter immediately tensed up. She pulled her blouse tight and cast a possessive look around, as if challenging anyone to agree with the sentiment.

"He is taken," she whispered, a mix of pride and annoyance in her voice. "Very much taken."

The rest of the group broke into warm laughter—Perseus, Athena, Crusher, Kanada, and even the stoic Alexander allowed a smile. Only weeks ago, they were facing certain extinction. And now?

They had a hundred-year delay, a brand-new sun, and Heaven was inadvertently scheduled for a preliminary thrashing.

They landed on Earth to a scene of absolute chaos.

Cities erupted in celebration. Every screen on the planet replayed the negotiations on a loop—Father Black’s confidence, Raphael’s breakdown, Lucifer’s amusement, and the blue sun rising like a final victory.

The streets were packed with citizens waving handmade signs:

FATHER BLACK IS THE GOAT 100 YEARS OF HOPE OLD MAN > ARCHANGELS WE THANK THE REGENT

Children sprinted about with blue paint on their faces, pretending to be the new star. Social media was flooded with memes—Father Black depicted as a grandmaster of chess, Raphael labeled as "Emotional Damage," and Lucifer shown clutching his pearls.

In every home and bar, strangers toasted to one another and embraced.

"Did you see how he manipulated them? Like they were puppets!"

"The man tricked Heaven into fighting itself first. What a legend."

"We have time now—real time. An entire century to grow strong."

Scientists were already drafting plans for orbital mirrors to harness the blue spectrum. Farmers celebrated the gentler light, and artists were inspired by the new color palette of the sky.

Years later, historians would identify this specific moment as the catalyst for Earth’s Greatest Age of Growth—a period of unparalleled advancement, unity, and power.

But in this moment, it was simply pure, thunderous joy.

Father Black touched down in the capital square, gave a single wave to the cheering masses, and then vanished before the crowd could hoist him into the air.

He had work to attend to.

One hundred years of training wasn't going to happen on its own.