Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 697 Their Gift Even In Death

Lenny's resolve wavered, his fingers twitching with the need to feel her, to confirm the reality of her presence, to assure himself that this wasn't just another illusion in a game that had toyed with his mind and soul.

The Magistri watched with an unreadable smile, aware of the turmoil inside Lenny. This was the moment of truth, the climax the audience had been waiting for. Would Lenny choose the magical power he had fought so hard to win, or would he choose the love that had eluded him, the chance at a life he had barely dared to dream of?

Lenny's mind raced, the decision tearing at him. Choosing Catherine meant more than just a touch; it was a step into a future he had lost once before. It meant embracing a part of himself he had been forced to lock away, the part that dared to love, to hope, to dream of a life beyond the constant fight for survival.

Yet the game had taught him the harshness of consequences, the price that came with every choice. What would be the cost of this one? What would he be giving up, and what would he be gaining? The answers eluded him, lost in the storm of his emotions.

As he stood there, his hand trembling, his heart battling his mind, Lenny knew that whatever he chose, his life would be irrevocably changed. The oasis before him beckoned, a promise of life and love, but the desert of his past, with all its pain and struggle, still clung to him, a reminder of who he was and what he had been through.

As Glenn approached, her presence added another layer of complexity to Lenny's already tumultuous emotions. Her ginger red hair, seeming to have a life of its own, and her deep dark eyes that held stories of both joy and pain, captured him just as much as Catherine's gentle grace. Glenn represented a different aspect of love – fierce, protective, and self-sacrificing. Her beauty wasn't just in her appearance but in her strength, her courage, and her willingness to put Lenny's life above her own.

Lenny's mind replayed their shared moments – the battle they fought side by side, the quiet times when they found solace in each other's company, and the heart-wrenching moment of her sacrifice. Glenn's decision to use her last breath and her magical energy to save him was etched deeply in his heart. It was an act of love so profound that it transcended the boundaries of life and death.

Standing there, sandwiched between the two greatest loves of his life, Lenny felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude mixed with an unshakeable sorrow. Why was fate so cruel to present him with this impossible choice? Glenn's sacrifice had given him a second chance at life, but at the cost of her own. And now, as if by some cosmic joke, she stood before him, a reminder of what he had lost and what could have been.

The memory of Glenn's blood, her struggle to save him even as she faced her own end, was a haunting reminder of the depth of her love. She had been willing to give up everything – her territory, her future, her very existence – just to ensure Lenny lived another day. It was a selflessness that Lenny knew he could never fully repay or forget.

As Lenny gazed at Glenn, then at Catherine, the weight of his decision bore down on him. Each woman represented a different path, a different kind of love and life. In Catherine, he found his first encounter with love, a nurturing and artistic soul who had shown him beauty in the ordinary. In Glenn, he found a warrior's bond, a love forged in the fires of battle and sacrifice.

The studio, the audience, the game – all faded into the background as Lenny stood at the crossroads of his heart. The choice before him was more than just a decision for the game; it was a choice that delved into the very core of his being.

However, he suddenly noticed that Glenn was frowning at him. And then he looked at Catherine and she too had a brow raised at him. "I don't know about you Catherine, but my lenny is not a fool! his years of discipline always overshadow is sense of pleasure." 

The moment Glenn said this, Catherine with her gentle voice spoke, "Yes, even that time, he was always so calculative with every step and well manipulative. I do not believe that he would be so foolish as to not priotize!"

The Magistri's raised brow indicated his surprise at this turn of events, but for Lenny, it was a moment of profound clarity. The realization that these women, whom he deeply cherished, were effectively urging him not to choose them was both confusing and enlightening. It was as if they were reminding him of who he was, of the qualities that defined him, and of the path he needed to take.

Lenny looked intently at Glenn's eyes and it was true. he knew that gaze well. She leaned in and whispered into his ears, "They are waiting for you. don't disappoint me." As she said this, she placed a kiss on his cheek. As she did, so did Catherine. each kiss sent a joult of common sense through his mind.

It was also at this time that Lenny heard the embryonic voice of the satan system. 

<THE ORB! THE ORB!!>

"Huh!?"

The embryonic soul suddenly became excited, <Finally, You can hear me! I have been trying to talk to you, but you did not answer or respond>

It was only now that lenny realized that he had been so captivated by both women that his mind had totally drowned out everything, both externally and internally.

lenny raised his eyes to them, "Thank you!" he muttered to both Glenn and Catherine. 

Once more, even in death, these two had lend him a hand again. 

Meanwhile, the magistri stood frozen by this....