The Supreme Satanic System



"Oh, my master! You have come to the right place if you're looking for that stone. I am certain that there is a stone just like this one attached to my father, Ragnar's crown," replied Prince Zokaka.

Damien listened to the prince's heartbeats and knew that he was telling the truth. He thought to himself, "I must use this brat to get the God Crystal Stone." Then he came up with a plan.

"Listen carefully, Prince Zokaka! I'll make you the crown prince," Damien said. "Send a royal letter to your father describing that a red dragon appeared here on the western border and killed everyone. Luckily, a senior came out of nowhere and killed the beast, saving you from certain death. The senior told me that I have a certain physique and he wanted to take you on as his apprentice. You agreed, and when your tenure here is done in a few days, you will bring me as your master to your father."

Prince Zokaka was overwhelmed by Damien's words, and it was reasonable since until yesterday, he had no support in the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom to become the Crown Prince. However, a strangely powerful giant appeared out of nowhere, and his luck changed from worst to best. All he had to do now was show absolute loyalty to the giant, and his future would be more promising.

Thinking deeply, Prince Zokaka knelt and touched Damien's dusty boots with his forehead, saying with teary eyes, "I will never forget your kindness, my master!"

"Enough with the courtesy. I'm getting kind of cringed already," Damien said. "Alright, bring me to your camp. Later, you can write the exact letter and send it to your father."

Prince Zokaka sprang up to his feet and wiped the tears from his eyes. He whistled, and a cloud of dust approached at breathtaking speed. In just five seconds, a white horse with a horn between its ears appeared in front of Damien.

The first thought that came to Damien's mind was, 'Ah, a unicorn!' He quickly corrected himself, thinking, 'No, it still needs a pair of wings to be called a unicorn. It's too big for this shorty to call it a ride. Whatever, I'm just overthinking.'

The call of the dwarfs, "Master! Master!" caught Damien's attention, and he took a leap, flipping in the air, and landed on the horse's back. Prince Zokaka said, "Master, join me for the ride. It would take two days to reach the camp on foot, but only one and a half hours if we go over the top."

"Fine," Damien said, kicking gently on the ground. He was already on the white horse's back as he thought to himself, "Considering the gravity of this place, this will be my only option. No, this won't do. I must condition my physique and take advantage of this monstrous gravity. Practicing the Ninja Movement Skill's Ultimate Style will be beneficial."

"Master, what are you talking about? Is there anything unsatisfactory to your liking?" Prince Zokaka asked cautiously.

"Unsatisfactory my ass! Just start driving this Uni...no, this damn thing, whatever you call it," Damien shouted.

Prince Zokaka kicked the horse, and their journey to the camp began. Despite the horse's breathtaking speed, Damien stood on its back as if his feet were part of it.

Nothing unexpected happened during their journey, and the horse stopped in front of the camp's gate. 1

The two dwarves in the top sentry fortress next to the gate loaded their arrows and aimed at Damien. "Identify yourself!" one of them shouted provocatively.

If it were yesterday, Zokaka would have remained silent. However, not today. Just the thought of those lowly guards pointing their arrows at his master in his presence got on his nerves. He disembarked first and then ignited a trace of Titan Bloodline coursing through his body. He kicked the ground, leaped high in the air, and landed next to the two guards.

"Hmph! Have you gone insane?" one guard sneered, still pointing an arrow at Damien.

"Just ignore him! He is, after all, one of our great princes. Am I wrong, Prince Zokaka?" the other guard said, further fueling the fire.

Sitting on a white horse for the first time, Damien spoke while eating a fried meatball, "Prince Zokaka, you're not just a mere prince of this kingdom. Don't ever forget that you are my Eye God's Third Shadow Slave. So, kill anyone if you feel like killing. And don't hold back."

"I treasure this rare lesson in my head all the time," Zokaka said, punching both fists. Though the guards wore helmets, the power within those punches was so overwhelming that their heads exploded along with their helmets. The multiple fragments of iron shards hit his body, but other than some itchy feelings, none of them even left a dent on his skin. "Huh! I'm this strong," he replied in surprise. Looking at his hands, he couldn't believe his newfound strength.

Damien landed beside him and said, "This is just the beginning. You've got a lot more room to improve… Alright, kill everyone in the camp. They've already seen your earlier action, don't let a single person slip through."

Without a single doubt, Prince Zokaka jumped down and started slaughtering the remaining troops from one tent to another.

Amidst the wailing and mostly, the exploding sounds of brains could be heard by Damien's heightened ears. Then he glanced around from the sentry tower troops to see about fifty-five tents made of pointed lumbers within the walls.

Around twelve minutes later, Prince Zokaka returned to Damien's side while swinging his gigantic hammer. The trace of blood on the hammer's stone was pretty evident that he had already done the job more violently.

"There are still three days left for my task here. According to the rules, a minister will be sent to each of the princes to record their services in their respective camps," Zokaka explained. Then he asked, "What now?"

His response was in action as he waved his hands elegantly, throwing out multiple lightning bolts of white, black, and purple. It started destroying and burning almost everything inside the wooden wall.