Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 672 The second Question



However, for Lenny, the Magistri's words were more than just a dramatic narration. 

They struck a chord, awakening memories that he had long tried to suppress. The mention of his past, of love lost and betrayals endured, sent a jolt through him. 

His expression hardened, a brief flicker of pain and anger crossing his features before he regained his composure. The memories of what he had lost, of the love that had been taken from him, were wounds that had never fully healed. They were scars that told a story of love, loss, and the steep price of his position as the number 1 assassin.

As the Magistri continued to build the excitement and tension, setting the stage for the next round of the competition, Lenny's mind was momentarily elsewhere, lost in the past that the show's host had so casually evoked. 

The game, with its deadly challenges and the promise of magic points, was a battle on many fronts. For Lenny, it wasn't just about winning the game or surviving the physical trials; it was also about confronting the ghosts of his past and the emotional turmoil that came with them.

The audience, oblivious to the storm of emotions within Lenny, watched with bated breath as the Magistri prepared to resume the competition. The stage was set, the contestants ready, and "HOW TO BE THE DEVIL'S SLAVE" continued, promising more thrills, more drama, and more revelations in the quest to become the ultimate victor.

The stage was set, the lights focused intently on Agent 'X', the spotlight of anticipation shining upon him. The Magistri, with his characteristic flair, once again recited the question that had left everyone on the edge of their seats before the commercial break. His voice, clear and resonant, filled the room.

"The Devil comes to do which of the following?" he began, the audience hanging onto every word. "A. to kill, B. To steal, C. to destroy, D. none of the above."

The room was silent, every pair of eyes turned towards Agent 'X', whose figure was illuminated by the focused beams of light. The tension was palpable, a collective breath held in anticipation of his answer. The question, seemingly simple, carried the weight of 3000 magic points and the fate of the contestants in this perilous game show.

Agent 'X', standing confidently, yet with the slightest hint of pressure visible in the set of his jaw, prepared to respond. His mind had been racing through the options, analyzing the implications of each choice. The answer he was about to give was more than just a response to a question; it was a strategic move in the high-stakes game they were all a part of.

As the audience watched, a mix of curiosity, excitement, and a touch of apprehension filled the air. The Magistri, a master at maintaining the drama and suspense, gave Agent 'X' a nod, signaling him to proceed with his answer.

Agent 'X's response, delivered with a surety that reflected his experience and status, hung in the air. "The answer is C. To Destroy." His voice was firm, betraying no hint of doubt. The Magistri, ever the orchestrator of drama and suspense, turned to Lenny with a chuckle, the transition smooth and practiced.

"Lenny Tales, please tell us, what do you think is the answer to the question?" he prompted. The lights, like spotlights on the main performer in a play, shifted their focus to Lenny. 

Despite his recent ordeal and the loss of his hand, Lenny's demeanor was calm, his confidence unshaken. He understood the game's nature, the psychological warfare layered within each question and answer.

"The answer is..." Lenny began, his voice steady. He paused, a strategic moment of silence that heightened the tension in the room, drawing the audience to the edge of their seats. "...D. None of the above." His answer, contrasting with Agent 'X's, added another twist to the unfolding drama.

The Magistri, a smile playing on his lips, nodded and turned to the paper in his hand to confirm the correct answer. The room was filled with a drumroll, the sound amplifying the suspense that had taken hold of everyone present. "Ladies and gentlemen, the answer is..." he paused for effect, then announced, "D. None of the above."

At that moment, the audience erupted into cheers and applause, the excitement and joy palpable. Lenny's correct answer was a victory, not just for him but for the captivated viewers who had been riding the emotional rollercoaster of the game show.

Meanwhile, Agent 'X', a figure of composure and control, was visibly taken aback. His surprised expression, a rare crack in his usually unflappable demeanor, spoke volumes. He couldn't believe that he had been outplayed, that Lenny, even in his weakened state, had bested him. The revelation was a bitter pill to swallow, a moment of defeat that would undoubtedly leave its mark.

As the applause continued, the dynamics of the game had shifted. Lenny, with his calm and calculated response, had proven once again why he was a force to be reckoned with. 

The game show, "HOW TO BE THE DEVIL'S SLAVE," was a battleground of wits and wills, and Lenny had just secured a significant victory. But the game was far from over, and as the next challenge loomed, the question on everyone's mind was what lay ahead for the contestants in this unpredictable and perilous competition.

"But that is impossible!" Agent 'X' screamed at the Magistri.

However, the Magistri frowned, "My Agent 'X' are you doubting the answer as proposed by our sponsor's?" The question hung heavy in the air.

Agent 'X' frowned, but he did not dare doubt the Magistri's words. After all, he was the person in charge of this crazy show.

Lenny chuckled as he turned to Agent 'X'. "Its only natural that you will not know this one. but don't worry, I don't mind explaining..."

(Author's note: Don't worry, the action shall return soonest. It's just going to be a while. I want to enjoy this a bit more... LOL)