Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1156: The Seal Fights Back

The moment Lenny heard the voice, he felt his mind being wrenched from reality and dragged into a different realm, one that defied the laws of nature as he knew them. It was as if the Seal itself was trying to invade his thoughts, to merge with his consciousness while simultaneously resisting his own attempts to break it. They were locked in a push and pull, a battle of wills, until finally, the tension gave way, and Lenny’s awareness slipped into an altered state of reality.

This new world was like nothing he had ever seen.

Snow fell not from the sky, but from the ground, spiraling upward toward the ceiling of the world. Lightning shot horizontally across the sky, like jagged rivers of light cutting through the air. Mountains grew downwards from the heavens, hanging in space like jagged teeth, while trees still stretched upward, but their branches twisted and curved in impossible angles. Everything was a distorted reflection of the natural order, and yet, in some strange way, it all made sense in Lenny’s mind. It was as if a new part of him—a part he didn’t know existed—had awakened, allowing him to comprehend this bizarre, contradictory world.

Far ahead, he saw them. Or rather, it—the Seals. Encased in capsules of shimmering light, they stood as both guardians and prisoners of this otherworldly realm. Lenny couldn’t see all of them at once, but the one directly before him drew his attention.

It was an old man, his body hunched yet unyielding. Long, grey beards cascaded down his chest, and a deep, jagged scar marred one side of his face, slashing across his lifeless eye. His body was a tapestry of scars, wounds etched into his skin as if he had lived through countless battles, but somehow, he still stood. Beside him were two figures—both lifeless, their forms broken and still. Lenny recognized them immediately as the manifestations of the first and second Seals, the ones he had already shattered in his journey.

The old man, this third Seal, was not like the others. There was something more profound about him, something ancient and unyielding. His presence carried the weight of ages, and Lenny could feel the power radiating from him like a storm barely contained within human form. The old man’s gaze met Lenny’s, and in that moment, a deep, guttural voice resonated through the space between them.

"You seek to break me as you did the other...Me’s’," the old man rasped, his voice a harsh whisper that carried the gravity of eternity. "But I am no mere barrier like the others to shatter, no puzzle to solve. I am the harbinger of the end. I have witnessed the fall of worlds and the rise of gods. You think yourself strong, but you are still flesh and bone, boy. A privilege I choose to share with you that you may so gladly behold the hour of your end. "

Lenny’s heart pounded in his chest, but he held his ground. He could feel the pressure of the Seal’s power bearing down on him, testing him, trying to break him before the battle had even begun.

And this pressure came after he had already advanced in power.

"I wasn’t there, but I’m sure that the others said the same thing," Lenny said, his voice steady despite the weight of the words. "But they still fell."

The old man’s cracked lips curled into a grim smile. "They were children compared to me. You stand before a force that predates your understanding of time. I am the Final Witness, the third Seal. If you wish to break me, then prepare yourself... for what comes next will haunt you even after the the end of your days."

With that, the world around them shifted. The distorted reality bent and twisted further as the old man raised his hand. The sky above them turned dark, and the sound of thunder—no longer horizontal—rumbled ominously through the heavens

The old man, the third Seal, stood his ground as the landscape around them began to fracture. The snow that had once fallen upward now swirled violently in every direction. Lenny could feel the very fabric of this realm unraveling, a testament to the Seal’s sheer power.

Lenny braced himself, summoning all the Holy Power coursing through his veins, preparing for the battle ahead. But there was a part of him—a quiet, insistent whisper in the back of his mind—that wondered if he was truly ready for what was to come.

Because this time, the Seal would not simply break. It would fight back...

As the old man kicked off the ground, he launched himself at Lenny with a speed that belied his age, his gnarled fist hurtling toward Lenny’s face. Instinctively, Lenny raised his hands in front of him, bracing for the impact. But the moment the punch connected, something bizarre happened—his hands seemed to pass right through the old man’s fist. Before Lenny could process it, the punch landed squarely on his face with an earth-shattering force.

Lenny’s vision blurred as he was sent flying backwards, smashing through the trees and tearing through the mountains as if they were made of paper. His body was battered, but the pain only fueled the fire burning within him.

He was still in both Will and Berserker mode, the bloodlust consumed him, and his hunger for battle was indeed insatiable.

He staggered to his feet, his vision clearing, and a feral grin spread across his face. Without a second thought, Lenny charged back into the fray, a primal roar tearing from his throat. He swung his fists with the strength of a beast, aiming for the old man’s chest, but every strike seemed to pass right through him. His hands phased through the old man’s body again and again, hitting nothing but air.

The rage within Lenny grew, the berserker mode driving him to fight harder, but there was no satisfaction in the battle. His fists found no purchase, no resistance. It was as if he were trying to hit smoke, and it was starting to annoy him—no, it was driving him mad.

The old man chuckled, his voice low and rumbling, as if he could feel Lenny’s frustration. "You don’t understand, do you, boy?" His smile was cruel, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think you can fight me, but you haven’t grasped the nature of this world. You’ve stepped into a place where the laws of your reality no longer apply."

Lenny snarled, baring his teeth, but the old man continued. "You see, I’ve taken a part of your mind, so we no longer need to play games of puzzles and riddles. This is true combat. But combat in this realm is not as you know it. Of Laws never unrevealed, like the dirt at the crust of a plane. I choose the battlefield intentionally, Familiar but unfamiliar, reachable but miles away, because here, you are nothing more than an ant beneath my heel."

Before Lenny could react, the old man moved with blinding speed, appearing in front of him in an instant. His fist shot out, and this time, Lenny couldn’t even attempt to block. The old man’s punch tore through Lenny’s chest, his fist punching straight through Lenny’s body and emerging from his back, coated in blood.

Lenny gasped, the searing pain shooting through him as he staggered back, clutching his chest. The wound was real—too real—so real that he could see the other side through his chest by just bending a little.