I got better at my job, and I even brought home souvenirs from time to time. A finger, a hand, a leg, or even a skull sometimes. It always made my mother weep.
Yeah! She had a habit of always shedding tears when she was very happy. So I always assumed she was. Even though she would shout at me and scold me.
However, I could see love in her eyes. After all, she never told the police.
All birds must leave the nest.
I was not angry when she eventually threw my things out of the house. Then again, I was already making money on the dark web for my unconventional jobs.
I knew it was time to go into the world and make my mentor proud. And so, like any bird forced out of the nest, I opened my wings and soared into the sky.
I have never had to do a job and shed tears.
I heard there was always a first time for it in my line of work.
Many of them always did it the first time they saw the colorful red juice that accompanied cutting the carotid artery in the neck.
But not me.
I always thought it was a beautiful sight.
Although I tried to be less messy later on since my first time, It just was never really fulfilling if the neck never gave a thank you for your efforts with gushing out red juice.
After all, its a craft.
Even artists get messy for a beautiful work to come out of the canvas.
I am aware that no human is a saint. Even though I don't claim to be one, I always try my best.
Mother said a small lie and a big lie have no difference, but I really doubt Mother would say that if she had seen the world like I did.
And so, like Lucifer Morningstar, I decided to rid the world of evil.
Yeah! I know.
I alone would not possibly be enough to punish the world of evil, but I really gave it my all.
I started with those thieving and abusive politicians.
My reason was very simple. Their lies hurt people more, and many of them were small lies, but they still did.
I had lived on earth for thirty-six years and had rid the world of evil that was seven times that number.
The police said that if there was a world record for serial killers, then I would top the chart.
I know, right? With all my hard work. It's a really sloppy number.
The target I had come for was named a good man by the public, but even with my trained eyes, I could see something was wrong.
No man was that good. Even I drank from the milk carton sometimes.
After my digging, I finally found it.
Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.
The tidier they look, the dirtier their underwear. And this one was nasty.
But no matter, I was never one to mind taking out the trash anyway.
This one had the sick urge to always have sensual, unconceited relations with hitchhikers. Many of them were never of the appropriate age.
After which, he would have his guards get rid of the person. It was scum like him that made me sick to my stomach the most.
But the police were not always reliable, and their investigations always took too long. Before they would find the evidence, he would have already cleaned his slate.
And so, like a good disciple of Lucifer, I decided it was up to me to put an end to such tyranny.
Like I always did before a good job, I brought out the torn piece of the devil from the story book when I was little and asked for yet again guidance as I did a good job.
I brought out my knives. Unlike mothers own, these ones were better and made cutting easier.
I stormed into the house in the dead of the night. I first got rid of the guards. Sending them as appetizers to the grim reaper before the main course.
They were mostly trained military men. But my line of work forced me to learn a very broad range of useful skills.
I even did martial arts for years. I was very dedicated to my work.
Only dedication on such a level produced excitement and fulfillment.
Mother always said that it was best to work a job you loved. And I loved mine, silly.
After the guards, traps came here and there, and finally, I had made it to his room.
Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found. And then it hit me in the head.
This was a trap set out for me.
With reflexes that had saved me many times, I stormed out the window, but guns will always be guns.
However, in my escape, I saw him. My target.
He stood on a balcony, spitting out orders to the men in uniform to bring me down.
There were two choices before me.
One, don't kill him; escape and risk never having this opportunity again.
Two, kill him at all costs and save the lives of many underage hitchhikers to come.
I picked the latter.
I kicked against the ground and dove in the way of the guns.
I have been shot before, but I was sure my skill in dodging bullets had improved.
I guess I thought wrong.
A stray bullet right in the heart. However, as I closed my eyes to the beauty of my own red juice, I was proud and felt regret at the same time.
I had thrown my knife at his neck.
*STAB!*
Hahaha. I made a home run!
But two things brought tears to my eyes as I departed from the world.
Firstly, it was sad to know that I could no longer punish evildoers in this world.
But most importantly, couldn't the bullet have gotten my carotid artery? Dying in such a manner was just proof of their sloppy work, and it did not show my red juice in its most flowery beauty.
So sad...
.....
My consciousness left my body, and as I opened my eyes, I could see the beautiful blue planet below me.
This was it. I was finally gone from the world. I left some unfinished business behind, but eternal damnation should not be so bad, right?
Or so I thought.
And then I heard a ring in my head.
//Welcome to the Satan System.//
A screen appeared before my eyes. I tried to touch it but couldn't.
"What in the hell is...?"
//Before you ask any questions, please read the message from Lord Lucifer Morningstar.//
The system interrupted.
//I'm about to fade into nothingness, so I'll go straight to the point. I was cheated. I was cheated out of my apocalypse, and I want you to avenge me.//
"Cheated!? The devil was cheated?!"
Those words did not make any sense to Lenny. But the message continued.
//So far, I have brought the apocalypse to several parallel worlds. The blue planet you see down there was supposed to be the eighth. I'm at what many would call the God level, and for the longest time, this has been my job, but something happened to me...//
As Lenny listened, he could not believe what he was hearing.
Lucifer was supposed to bring the apocalypse, but some of his subordinates, with their hunger for more power, connived with some alien gods and backstabbed him.
They shared his divine power amongst themselves and have sat to rule this world. Because of them, the apocalypse never occurred as it should.
The coming of Lucifer was supposed to correct men from their evil ways.
He was a kind of necessary evil aimed at amending the world and its ways before moving on.
But his subordinates wanted more. Their greed for power to rule had motivated them to plan with enemy divine beings behind his back.
As a God, death was absolute for Lucifer, but before his soul fully dissipated, he used the last of his power to search another world and bring someone capable of making amends. He changed Lenny's fate and brought him here.
It was true that Lenny was skilled enough to have dodged that bullet, but Lucifer had directed it to his heart.
Lenny really did not know how to feel. If he were still in his body, his heart would have accelerated by now.
This was it. This was the person he had looked up to for the majority of his life. Saying he was not elated was a lie. If he could, he would have even shed tears.
A small golden cup suddenly appeared.
//This is the last of my soul essence. Human's can't kill devils, but a fellow devil can! This will prepare you for the task at hand.//
As the message faded, Lenny took the cup. He did not want to at first, but then again, he was already dead. What was the worst thing that could happen?
He took the cup and drank its contents.
//Congratulations host. You have received Lucifer's soul inheritance. You will now be transported to a viable body.//
//Searching...//
//Searching...//
//Viable host body found. Transmigration in progress.//
Lenny felt a pull to the planet below.
He closed his eyes, and the next time he opened them, he heard the system's voice.
//Transmigration completed//
//Daily Task: Survive the Colosseum!//
I know... It's a different kinda flavor to the Villain world... but let's see the world through the eyes of a true killer...
//Welcome to the Satan System//
<User> Lenny Tales
<Race>Half born-Human
<Level: Nil>
<Rank: Nil>
<Strength: 3>
<Agility: 8>
<HP 10/10>
<Exp. 0/10>
//Daily Task: Survive the Colosseum//
This was the information that Lenny first saw the moment he opened his eyes.
The information reminded him of old RPG games.
However, he started to hear subtle voices.
"See! I told you he wouldn't survive the first day. This means you owe me ten points."
"Ten points!" another voice responded to the first one, "That's just high-way robbery. Also, you were the one that killed him the moment the match started."
"Well! There was nothing in the bet that said I wasn't allowed to attack him! Can't you look around and see? We are fighting for our lives here!"
As the two men argued, Lenny slowly opened his eyes to the bright sunlight reflecting on his face.
He tried to look around him and check what was going on, but a strong headache hit his head, and it made him lie back.
He grunted a bit.
"Wait! Is he still alive?" The first man asked in surprise.
"Ahh! It seems he is. That means you owe me ten points now."
"Huh!? I don't agree. After all, you did not agree to give me ten points when he was dead."
"How dare you? The only reason I did not agree is because I knew he was still alive."
Both men argued back and forth until their weapons decided to solve their quarrels for them.
The sharp sound of a heavy blade against a heavy blade jolted Lenny awake.
He raised his head once again, and this time around, he did not lie back but looked around.
Everywhere his eyes landed was filled with men and women with so much muscle that some of the women could even pass off as men in his former life.
Each of them had just enough clothing to cover up only their privates.
Each and every one of them fought against each other in absolute bloody combat.
The place had a very pungent smell of very sweaty people mixed with the nauseating aroma of overflowing fresh blood.
On the ground were limbs scattered across the place, like soggy noodles over-dipped in hot red sauce.
Innards rolled around the ground like they were no longer needed in the human body.
In surprise, he raised his head and looked high above.
There, he saw creatures of different kinds.
Many of them he had only heard about in storybooks. Some had red skin, some had horns, and some had black wings.
Also, many of them were partially naked. Shamelessly roaring for joy at the display of violence below.
Lenny was sharp. It was easy for him to realize that this was the world Lucifer Morningstar had talked about.
Also, memories of the body he had taken over rushed into his head.
This place was a colosseum for demons to enjoy entertainment.
And the sport?
Humans!
Well, at least half-born humans.
According to what Lenny could remember, this world had its apocalypse some fifty years ago.
There was a loud trumpet sound, and many people suddenly disappeared from the world.
Many had speculated that the rapture had taken place.
However, that was the least of humanity's worries.
It was a devastating time for human beings. Portals to other worlds had appeared out of nowhere and with no warning.
Grotesque creatures spat out of them like vomit from a drunk man stumbling back home. Naturally, humans had come together to fight the terrifying beasts that came through, but all efforts were in vain.
Swords had no effect on them, guns, or any other weaponry men had for so long been proud of.
They even nuked a few countries, but the bodies of these beasts were indestructible to modern technology.
All and any effort that was put in place by humans only slowed them down for a while.
Meanwhile, the creatures killed, raped, and even played with human beings like toddlers experimenting with ants at the playground.
Humanity for all their intelligence were put to shame without resistance.
Many died, while many others were locked up in cages by the beasts and used as food.
They treated human beings like pigs. Fatten them up and then enjoyed the bliss of sinking their teeth in their flesh.
The common people were the first to die.
Many of the rich and famous planned out bunkers the moment the crisis began.
Of course, there was only so much time one could enjoy in the chaos of the outside world.
However, even in the depths of chaos and pain, there was always a semblance of order and hope.
Some new developments occurred.
Although quite rare, some human females took in their master oppressors, giving birth to half-borns.
The new masters of the world were not surprised by this. Apparently, it was their handwork.
Many thought that these half-borns would become their saviors, but that was far from the truth.
Most demons and devils in the ownership of slaves tend to breed with them more to give birth to half-borns.
The reason?
Half-borns were considered a delicacy in this new world.
A more sophisticated kind of appealing dish for the higher echelons of the new society.
The stronger the blood of the half-born on the demon side, the tastier the dish.
Half-borns had a spicy taste compared to the normal taste of human flesh.
Over the years, the rulers of the new world found fresh new ways to enjoy half-borns.
One of them was the Colosseum.
In this place, half-borns were promised their freedom if they were to last through the fights, killing each other.
Such was the current situation...
Lenny looked closely at the faces of the crowd, cheering loudly.
Some of the demons in the audience salivated at the hunger of eating the humans below.
Education in this world was gone a long time ago, and all these fighters knew was what was told to them.
However, Lenny had just come from another world. He was smart enough to know that this was not just a colosseum but an exhibit to display human beings as food.
"Ahhh!!!" The scream of one man pulled him from his thoughts.
The man was struggling for life as the other man choked him using an intestine from the ground.
The man struggled, but it was fruitless. Soon, he moved no more.
The person who had just choked the man smiled at his handy work.
However, he suddenly turned, and he made eye contact with Lenny.
Lenny, in his former life, was a sword for hire.
In a fancy name, he was an Assassin, and in plain terms, a murderer.
That look was one he understood all too well.
The man immediately advanced toward him.
As he did, Lenny instinctively backed away. It was at this point that he looked at a blade not so far away from himself, and he saw his reflection.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"
So, a smart madman is our MC... Damn, that's scary.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
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