Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 3 Survive The Coliseum

//Welcome to the Satan System//

<User> Lenny Tales

<Race> Half born-Human

<Level: Nil>

<Rank: Nil>

<Strength: 3>

<Agility: 8>

<HP 10/10>

<Exp. 0/10>

//Daily Task = Survive the Coliseum//

Upon regaining consciousness, Lenny was greeted by these lines of floating text.

The interface was strangely reminiscent of the retro RPG titles he used to play.

In the background, muffled voices began to drift into his ears.

"Look at that! I told you he wouldn't make it through day one. You owe me ten points."

"Ten points!" a second voice barked back. "That is blatant highway robbery. Besides, you're the one who finished him off the second the round began."

"So what? Nothing in our wager forbade me from attacking him! Look around, idiot; we're in a fight for our lives here!"

While the two men continued their dispute, Lenny squinted as the harsh glare of the sun hit his face.

He attempted to sit up and survey his surroundings, but a piercing migraine forced him back down.

He let out a low, pained grunt.

"Hold on! Is he still breathing!?" the first man exclaimed, sounding shocked.

"Ahh! It looks like he is. That means you're the one who owes me ten points now."

"What!? No way. You didn't agree to pay up when we thought he was dead, did you?"

"How dare you? I only refused because I sensed he was still clinging to life."

The argument persisted until the clash of steel provided a final resolution.

The jarring ringing of heavy blade meeting heavy blade forced Lenny into full alertness.

Lifting his head once more, he finally took in the scene around him.

Everywhere he looked, the area was packed with men and women so heavily muscled that some of the females would have easily been mistaken for men in his previous world.

Their attire was minimal, barely covering their most private areas.

Every single person was locked in savage, gore-filled combat against one another.

The air was thick with a foul stench—a mixture of rank body odor and the metallic, sickening aroma of fresh blood.

Severed limbs littered the earth like overcooked noodles drenched in a thick, crimson sauce.

Internal organs were strewn about the dirt as if they were discarded scraps no longer required by the human form.

Stunned, Lenny cast his gaze upward toward the high stands.

There, he witnessed a variety of monstrous beings.

These were creatures he had only encountered in myths and legends. Some possessed crimson skin, others bore jagged horns, and many sported obsidian wings.

Most of them were half-clothed, shamelessly howling with delight at the carnage unfolding below.

Lenny's mind was sharp. He realized instantly that this was the realm Lucifer Morningstar had described.

Simultaneously, a flood of memories from the body he now inhabited surged into his brain.

This arena was a Coliseum, a place where devils and demons gathered for sadistic amusement.

And the main attraction?

Humans!

Or, at the very least, Half-born humans.

From what Lenny could piece together, an apocalypse had devastated this world roughly five decades ago.

A thunderous trumpet blast had echoed through the sky, followed by the sudden disappearance of countless people.

While many assumed the Rapture had occurred, that turned out to be the least of humanity's problems.

It was a catastrophic era for mankind. Rifts to other dimensions tore open without any forewarning.

Abominable creatures poured out like bile from a drunken man. Humanity naturally united to repel the invaders, but every attempt was futile.

Swords were useless, as were guns and every other weapon that man had once prided himself on.

Even after several countries were nuked, the hides of these beasts remained impervious to modern tech.

At best, their efforts only served as a temporary distraction.

In the meantime, these monsters slaughtered, violated, and toyed with humans like children crushing ants on a playground.

Despite their supposed intelligence, humans were humiliated and crushed without a fight.

Masses were slaughtered, while others were herded into cages to be used as livestock.

The invaders treated people like swine—fattening them up before sinking their fangs into their meat.

The common folk perished first.

The elite and the wealthy had retreated to bunkers the moment the disaster struck, but there was a limit to how long one could hide from reality.

Yet, even within this nightmare, a twisted form of order emerged. New developments took root.

Though rare, some human women were impregnated by their monstrous overlords, resulting in the birth of Half-borns.

The new masters of Earth weren't surprised; they had anticipated this outcome.

While humans tried to train these Half-borns to be their legendary saviors, the reality was much darker.

Demons and devils began breeding with their slaves specifically to produce more Half-born offspring.

The reason?

In this new world, Half-borns were viewed as a gourmet delicacy.

They were a refined, sought-after dish for the high-ranking members of the new society.

The more potent the demonic blood within a Half-born, the more exquisite the flavor. They were seen as a spicy alternative to the bland taste of standard human flesh.

As the years passed, the rulers devised cruel new ways to utilize Half-borns.

The Coliseums were one such invention.

In these pits, Half-borns were lured with the false promise of freedom if they could survive the cycle of mutual slaughter.

Lenny peered at the faces of the cheering spectators.

He could see some of them literally salivating at the sight.

Formal education had long since vanished, and these fighters only knew the lies they were fed.

However, Lenny was an outsider. He was clever enough to see that this wasn't just a stadium; it was a display case for meat.

"Ahhh!!!" A man's agonizing scream snapped him back to the present.

The victim was fighting for air as another man strangled him using a length of discarded intestine found on the ground.

The man's struggles were useless. Moments later, he went limp.

The killer smiled at his gruesome success.

Suddenly, the murderer turned around, locking eyes with Lenny.

In his past life, Lenny had been a "sword for hire" to the polite, an "Assassin" to the professional, and a "murderer" to the honest.

He recognized that look perfectly.

The man began to charge toward him.

Instinctively, Lenny scrambled backward. It was then that he caught sight of a blade lying nearby and saw his own reflection in the steel.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"