Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 673 To Steal, To Kill and To destroy

Chapter 673 To Steal, To Kill and To destroy

Lenny's chuckle, light yet tinged with a hint of triumph, filled the room as he turned to face Agent 'X'. "It's only natural that you wouldn't know this one. But don't worry, I don't mind explaining," he said, his voice carrying a mix of camaraderie and a subtle challenge.

The truth of the matter, as Lenny understood it, was nuanced. Agent 'X' had not been entirely wrong with his answer, but at the same time, he couldn't have been more off the mark. The question, much like the previous ones, was a deceptive maze of logic and semantics.

Lenny's thoughts drifted back to his encounter with the Holy Tool Anguis, a relic that had revealed to him that the Devil came to steal, kill, and destroy in its attempt to practically devour him.

But that knowledge alone wasn't the key to unlocking the question.

The eerie commercial that had aired during the break, as unsettling as it was, had inadvertently provided Lenny with an additional perspective. Initially, he had considered dismissing it as mere coincidence, an unrelated piece of the show's bizarre entertainment. But upon further reflection, Lenny recognized a deeper hint hidden within its disturbing narrative.

The Holy Tool Anguis, with its three snake heads, symbolized a unity of purposes – to steal, kill, and destroy. These actions, though distinct, were intrinsically linked, facets of the same malevolent intent. To isolate one from the others would be to misunderstand their collective nature. They were all of the same origin, intertwined in their purpose.

Thus, when faced with the question, Lenny had chosen 'D. None of the above.' To single out one aspect as the Devil's sole intent was to ignore the broader, more complex truth. Without the presence of all three elements together, any answer would be incomplete, misleading.

As Lenny shared his reasoning with Agent 'X', omitting the detail of his experience with the Holy Tool, the room listened intently. His explanation, though stemming from a deeply personal and mystical experience, was articulated in a way that was clear and accessible to all.

The audience, following along with Lenny's logic, erupted into applause, impressed by his insight and analytical skills. The Magistri, too, offered a nod of respect, acknowledging the depth of understanding Lenny had brought to the question.

Agent 'X', listening to Lenny's explanation, couldn't help but feel a grudging respect and annoyance for his rival. The answer wasn't just about knowledge; it was about perception, about seeing beyond the surface and understanding the interconnectedness of concepts.

As the applause died down and the game show continued, Lenny's victory in this round was more than just an addition to his score. It was a testament to his ability to think critically and deeply, to connect seemingly unrelated dots, and to navigate the complex and often deceptive waters of "HOW TO BE THE DEVIL'S SLAVE." The competition was far from over, but Lenny had firmly established himself as a formidable and insightful contestant.

The Magistri's chuckle resonated through the room, a sound that signaled both amusement and intrigue. "That was marvelous, Lenny Tales. Now, we shall proceed with the rules of the game. Lenny Tales, you had the opportunity to choose a weapon of your death. However, the reason why we gave you a list of pistols to pick from was because you died as a result of a gunshot." His words hung in the air, a prelude to the unfolding drama.

As he spoke, a heavy door at the side of the stage creaked open, drawing the eyes of everyone present. From it emerged a procession of men, each one an epitome of physical strength and formidable presence. They were dressed minimally, in simple pants that did little to conceal their muscular physiques, as if they had stepped right out of a bodybuilding contest. Their broad shoulders, sculpted chests, and defined arms were on full display, each muscle rippling with every movement they made.

The men's bodies told stories of intense training and dedication. Stretch marks, those silver and white lines, were etched across their skin, a testament to the rapid growth and expansion of their muscles. These marks were badges of honor, each one representing the relentless push beyond physical limits.

As they walked onto the stage, their steps were synchronized, a march of titans that reverberated through the room. Their presence was overwhelming, a display of human strength and endurance that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

The audience, taken by the spectacle, erupted into applause. The sound was thunderous, a cacophony of excitement, awe, and a touch of fear. People cheered, some standing to get a better look at these giants of men, their faces a mix of admiration and disbelief. The air was electric, charged with the raw energy emanating from the stage.

The lights played off the contours of the men's muscles, highlighting the definition and the sheer power they held. It was as if the gods of strength and vigor had descended onto the stage, a pantheon of human might and determination.

Lenny, watching the arrival of these men, felt a stir of anticipation. The game was taking another turn, one that promised to test him in new and challenging ways. As the muscular figures took their positions, the Magistri continued to speak, outlining the next phase of the game.

(Author's note: I have been using AI to test if stories could be told approapriately as I intend for them to be. the advantage with this is that there is next to no errors in the passage. But I'll like to know the ideas you guys have. Remember, this is a paid version for an AI. Do you guys like this, or I should stop using the AI and revert back to the previous style of writing. Please note that I have done this for a few chapters here and there. Especially when I have much to do. I'll just rather have your feed back on whether you like it or not. i do appologise for not informing you guys before. Of course, the experiment started with unpaid version before the current paid version.)