Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 4 To Survive By The 'Balls'

The image staring back at him from the blade's surface was far from what he had anticipated.

This vessel he now inhabited was in the most pathetic condition imaginable.

In a realm where Half-borns usually possessed a slight physical edge over ordinary humans, he appeared to be the weakest of his kind.

His complexion was sickly and drained of color. He was so incredibly pale that he would have been mistaken for a chronic invalid in his previous life.

Fine, colorless scales peppered his skin, glinting faintly under the light. Accessing the memories of this body, he realized these scales only manifested when he was gripped by mortal terror.

Furthermore, he was painfully thin and small in stature.

His soul had taken residence in the body of a child who was scarcely thirteen years old.

Aside from a handsome face and vibrant golden hair—features that served only to make him a glaring target in this brutal environment—he possessed nothing of value.

Recalling the past, he knew some Half-borns inherited formidable powers from their demonic progenitors, but he was not among the lucky ones.

He was as worthless as the corpses littering the ground. The sole distinction was that he still drew breath.

The man who had just strangled another prisoner with a length of intestine began walking toward him.

Clutched in his grip was that very same intestine he had used as a lethal garrote.

As the killer approached, he rhythmically swung the makeshift weapon in his hand.

"Shit!" Lenny hissed, cursing repeatedly.

The figure closing the distance was a man easily three times his own size and height.

The behemoth, however, gave no thought to the disparity in their sizes.

This was never meant to be a fair fight. It wasn't one now, and it never would be.

This was a raw struggle for survival, a match where the top ten killers were promised rewards.

Physical stature was irrelevant.

In the eyes of the advancing giant, Lenny was nothing more than an easy kill to pad his tally for a prize.

Events were unfolding at a frantic pace, yet Lenny did not succumb to panic. Having faced death countless times before, he had developed a mental immunity to the shock of such life-threatening moments.

He immediately attempted to roll toward the blade to arm himself.

However, he had misjudged his current physical state. This body was far too frail, possessing no muscular power whatsoever.

Confident in his impending kill, the large man did not feel the need to rush toward Lenny.

As the other massive Half-borns watched him approach, they stepped aside to clear a path. None of them wished to be added to his kill list; they avoided him as if he carried a deadly contagion.

Lenny scanned his immediate surroundings. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a potential weapon.

Specifically, it was a jagged, broken femur bone.

He lunged for it instantly, curling his body into a tight ball.

The two burly men who had previously been debating Lenny’s chances of survival looked back at him.

"Yep! He's a goner!" one declared, while the other nodded solemnly. "Nobody gets caught in number D4023's sights and lives to tell the tale."

"Hmmm!"

Other combatants paused to glance in Lenny's direction, and many reached the same conclusion: he was a dead man walking.

In this arena of survival, concepts like honor and dignity were as mythical as a Unicorn's horn.

Lenny remained crouched on the dirt like a coiled donut.

To D4023, Lenny was merely an insect to be crushed, and like anyone about to step on a bug, he had completely lowered his guard.

He didn't even look down as his foot prepared to stomp on Lenny’s frame. To him, this was as effortless as taking a walk.

But the very instant his foot made contact, Lenny moved before the giant could apply any weight.

The maneuver was lightning-fast. It was a feat difficult to execute, but Lenny was an assassin with a lifetime of experience.

He rolled directly between his enemy's legs. Using every ounce of remaining energy he could muster, he thrust the hand gripping the broken femur toward the loincloth covering the man's groin.

*Swash!*

He sliced through the fabric, severing one vital testicle from the scrotum.

But he didn't stop there. He followed up with a relentless barrage of stabs.

D4023 let out a harrowing scream of agony as he doubled over, yet Lenny was merciless. Even when a long, fleshy structure fell away along with the other testicle and the remains of the sack, he continued his assault.

Blood from the man's lower region sprayed across Lenny's face, drenching it in crimson, but he did not cease.

D4023 collapsed to the earth, yet Lenny didn't quit. Instead, he seized the chance to climb onto the giant's torso, stabbing again and again.

Most Half-borns possessed the tenacious will to live inherited from their demon or devil parents.

Lenny had no intention of giving this man a second chance to kill him.

Having effectively turned the man into a eunuch, he now drove the bone into his chest.

Despite wielding nothing but a jagged human bone, his precision and cutting skills remained untarnished by his reincarnation.

D4023 swung a hand up to tear the boy off him, but Lenny would not permit it.

He immediately shifted his focus to the man's throat and carved into it.

Warm, fresh blood erupted from the neck, coating his face once more.

"F999!!! F999!!!" one of the men who had been betting on Lenny's death shouted several times. It took a moment for Lenny to realize they were calling out to him.

In this world, the luxury of names had been stripped from humans long ago.

Lenny had momentarily forgotten this reality.

He ceased his movements and lifted his head.

*Silence!*

The Arena fell into a state of total hush. From the spectators in the stands to the Gladiators on the floor, everyone froze and stared at him in utter shock.

The only sound reaching his ears was the chime of system notifications.

<Congratulations! Daily Quest Passed>

<+5 Exp>

<+1 Agility>

<+1 Strength>

<Congratulations! Bonus points>

<+5 Exp for 1 Bonus Kill>

<+5 Exp for bathing in Blood>

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