Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1187: Enel’s Relentless Training

Perseus and Tomato were dropped off on a barren plane as requested, bidding their farewells to Branch and the pirate crew.

From there, they traveled across two other desolate worlds, moving carefully to cover their trail before finally returning to their base. This precaution ensured that no one could track them to their true destination.

When they stepped back into the familiar grounds of Imperilment, they were welcomed warmly by Victor and the others, though something in their smiles held a quiet awe. After all, it seemed that while Perseus and Tomato felt they had only been gone for a matter of days, over two years had passed. The revelation left Perseus stunned, until Victor explained that time in the Non-Zone followed a different rhythm—what felt like a few days for them had stretched into years on the outside.

Victor suggested they take time to relax, eat, and settle back in before debriefing.

Tomato took him up on the offer immediately, rushing off to the dining hall to indulge in her favorite pastime: eating.

Perseus, however, pulled Victor aside, leading him to a quiet room and taking no chances. With a wave of his hand, he etched rune seals across the walls, ensuring no sound would escape the room.

Once the room was securely silenced, Perseus leaned close, his voice barely a whisper. "It happened again," he murmured. "But this time, it was worse. We ran into not only fallen angels, but also demons of the Abaddon royal family. No one should have known about our mission. No one."

Victor’s face darkened, and he nodded slowly. "I know," he replied, his tone calm but laced with an undercurrent of steel. "And you don’t need to worry. I have it all under control."

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During the two years that had passed, Enel had been tirelessly shaping himself into a force to be reckoned with.

He pushed his body beyond its limits, day and night, training every muscle and refining every fiber of his being to the point of perfection. Away from prying eyes, Enel had transformed remote landscapes outside the city into his private battlegrounds.

This could not be helped as he was now in a new body.

At least the last one had been thrown into the gladiator pit and adaptation to such an intense environment was quick.

This body was however born into royalty. It was empty of true danger except for the traps laid out by his siblings. Which was practically child’s play to him.

Enel already had an incredible mind. What he needed was an incredible body and also magi. Energy.

For this reason, he trained his body, grinding his meridians so that the follow of magic be seamless.

In the desolate rocky plains where no one dared venture, Enel would sought out boulders the size of small houses, some half-buried in the ground. With gritted teeth, he would dig his hands into the rock’s rough surface and heave with everything he had, forcing himself to lift each massive stone off the ground. Muscles trembling and sweat pouring down his face, he would press the boulder above his head, challenging his own strength, forcing his core and limbs to endure. Each repetition left him battered, his muscles screaming, but he welcomed the pain—it was proof of his progress.

Not content with merely lifting, Enel developed intense routines.

He sprinted with boulders strapped to his back, racing up cliffsides in a mad dash that left gouges in the earth behind him. He would throw boulders off cliffs, leaping after them to catch them mid-air and smashing them against the ground, honing his timing and strength with every impact. These exercises went beyond physical endurance—they forged his mind into a focused weapon, where every movement was calculated, every instinct sharpened.

But it wasn’t just brute strength that Enel honed.

After alk, this body was severly lacking in muscle memory.

Whije he could train this the easy way over time, the hard way was much shorter, and this was through the embrace of seductively--violent danger.

He ventured into the dark forests and shadowed valleys of the known underworld, where monstrous beasts lurked, testing his strength and wit against the dangers within.

He would sneak past the city’s edge under the cover of night, slipping into the wilderness, where he would intentionally provoke these creatures.

In one encounter, he found himself surrounded by a pack of spine-backed lizards, creatures as fast as they were vicious, with claws like knives and acidic saliva that could burn through armor. Without weapons, he relied on his speed and grinding muscle memory alone. Timing his movements with precision, he evaded their bites and claw swipes, driving his fists into their tough hides, learning from each strike.

Enel, in his this reincarnation was part werewolf, from his mother’s side. This came with incredible advantage.

Even though he had not had his first transformation yet, he still inherited their physique, strong bones, and very sharp senses.

It was so good that he could smell the dark rising sun two hours before it rose in the underworld.

Coupled with his demon and Angel heritage, Enel was practically cooking up incredible power within his body.

No doubt, in another hundred years or so, he would become a force even the royal Demon families would fear.

But this was not time he could afford. The Morningstar was alive and growing in strength.

This was strength he was greatly lacking in. What he needed was the short cut of a system.

But before that, he would still grind his body the hard way.

Another time, Enel stumbled upon a cave bear, a colossal beast with skin as tough as stone and a roar that echoed across valleys. With a bellow of his own, Enel charged, knowing that speed and skill would be his only allies.

He slipped under the bear’s swipes, landing blows to its ribs and back, feeling his fists connect with shuddering impact. But the creature would not go down easily, swiping with furious strength. He used every tactic he’d practiced: muscle memory taking over as he dodged, feinted, and struck with precise, calculated movements until, finally, the bear fell at his feet, defeated.

It was in these isolated bouts with the beasts of the underworld that Enel began to sense his own raw power blending seamlessly with his instincts. Without relying on any weapon, just his body, wit, and relentless training, he sharpened himself into a weapon of pure energy and muscle—a living embodiment of all the trials he had endured.

And then finally, the day came....