Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 694 How did You do it?

Chapter 694 How did You do it?

Agent 'X' leaned over. "Tell me, any last words?" he had a menacing but very confident smile on his face. After all, for years now, he had been trying his possible best to out best lenny and now, although in a very strange world, he could finally fulfill that dream. 

He could finally get rid of him. As he placed the blade broken from a sword against lenny's neck, ready to cut it open, he looked at lenny with his eyes red and obviously in pain from the burn. "Any last words?" Lenny whispered some words lowly. Even though it was just the two of them in this place, Agent 'X' could not hear him.

Agent 'X' loomed over Lenny, the broken blade at Lenny's neck, his red, pained eyes filled with a mix of hatred and anticipation. He was moments away from achieving what he had long sought: the end of Lenny Tales. But as he leaned in closer, eager to hear Lenny's supposed last words, he was met with an unexpected whisper, "You are poisoned... you won't react in time!"

Confusion and a flicker of fear crossed Agent 'X's face as Lenny suddenly pointed the gun, still firmly in his grip, up at Agent 'X's jaw. The confidence that had just been radiating from Agent 'X' wavered slightly as he let out a dismissive chuckle, "You have already wasted your bullet!" But the smile that crept across Lenny's bloodied face told a different story.

"Have I?" Lenny retorted through gritted teeth. With a deliberate movement, he rotated the chamber of the pistol. The distinctive sound of the chamber moving was subtle, but to Agent 'X', a trained assassin with years of experience, it spoke volumes. In that split second, his heightened senses and keen understanding told him everything he needed to know: the gun still held one bullet.

His body, already compromised by the poison Lenny had mentioned, couldn't react in time. His muscles, usually so quick and responsive, betrayed him, moving too slowly as realization dawned on him.

Lenny didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, the sound marking the decisive moment of their confrontation. The bullet traveled from under Agent 'X's jaw and through his brain in a fatal trajectory.

Agent 'X' froze, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he looked at Lenny. In his last moments, as his life ebbed away, he tried to piece together how Lenny had outsmarted him, how he had been bested in their final encounter. But the answers eluded him, his fading consciousness unable to grasp the cunning and strategy that had led to his downfall.

With a final, disbelieving gaze fixed on Lenny, Agent 'X' collapsed to the ground. His body lay still, the life once animating it gone. In the dusty, mirror-filled salon of the Old West town, Lenny Tales had emerged as victor, his survival a testament to his resilience, resourcefulness, and unwavering will to live.

As the echoes of the gunshot faded, Lenny, despite his injuries and exhaustion, knew he had overcome not just Agent 'X', but the game itself. He had survived the Red Sands of the Nether Region, outlasting and outwitting one of the most formidable opponents he had ever faced. 

And as he gathered his strength to stand, Lenny Tales knew that this victory, hard-earned and fraught with danger, had not been an easy one, but at the same time it might have been.

As the world of the Old West town dissolved around him, Lenny found himself back in the familiar, yet surreal, setting of the game show studio. The transition was disorienting, the cheers and claps of the audience a stark contrast to the life-and-death struggle he had just endured. The Magistri, ever the showman, wasted no time in capitalizing on the moment, his big smile and enthusiastic approach revealing his delight at the spectacle that had just unfolded.

"So tell us, Lenny Tales, 'cause the audience is just dying to know how you did it. Tell us how you defeated an opponent like Agent 'X'," the Magistri asked, his voice booming through the studio as he thrust the microphone in Lenny's direction.

Lenny, battered and bruised, with only one hand remaining, looked out at the eager faces in the audience and then back at the Magistri. He was tired, in pain, and the last thing he wanted was to relive the brutal moments of the game. "Do I really have to?" he asked, his frown deepening.

The Magistri's chuckle echoed through the studio. "Well, if you want to get that 3000 magic points, you have to," he replied, his tone leaving no room for disobedience or negotiation.

Lenny explained that it had started from the very first commercial break. Back then, he had noticed that the commercial break had subtle messages that helped in the next round.

However, another thought came into his head. What if the commercial break was also an hint to the remainder of the game. 

And therefore, his mind, ever so sensitive to the things around him took note of every minute detail. From the first commercial, he could already tell that a battle would most likely ensure between himself and the magistri. 

Secondly, at the time that Agent 'X' offended by accusing lenny and lenny was told to pick organs that he wanted him to lose, lenny had thought hard at this. He had intentionally not picked any other one. 

After all, even if he had picked a lung to be removed, Agent 'x' with incredible control of his body would have made up for it with his other lung. 

And any other part like ears or even the liver would not do critical damage. 

Therefore, Lenny decided to take out the Kidneys instead. 

The reason for this was something no person would have expected, and it was not just because without the kidney's urea would poison the blood, but rather, it was because of a particular gland that played a very pivotal function in the body. 

Yes, it was because of the Adrenal Gland.