The Supreme Satanic System



The scene was picturesque somewhere in the Seventh Prince's quarter. A suave-looking youth was currently meditating inside a dark chamber. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, radiating a glint of golden light, and said, "Hey, old man, are you still planning to hide in the corner like a sneaky mouse?"

Along with boisterous laughter, Ancestor Noah appeared in his set of navy blue tracksuits. "Lad, how is life faring you now? Is anything good happening here?" Approaching while walking in a swag, he sat cross-legged in front of the youth.

Damien pulled out a water bottle and passed it to him. "Em, it's good here. Plus, I also found the God Crystal stone."

"That's good news then. We can finally leave this hellhole."

"Anyway, where have you been? You look like crap."

Breathing out a long sigh, Noah started relating his escapades since their separation; he walked past through a similar short-range teleportation array and appeared on a shadow planet that was shadowed by the other three co-jointed planets. According to him, bloodthirsty humanoid creatures scourged the place, and even the mighty dragons became just daily food for the nightmarish creature he called 'Dark Fiend. So, for all these two weeks, he had to try his best to avoid these creatures. And one time, he was spotted by a small 'Dark Fiend', an infant version of this creature, and pursued after him. Considering strength-wise, there was no way he had even the smallest chance against it. Hence, running for his life was the only way. One time, he almost died under its long-range spitting spell. And he was cornered on a mountain cliff. Having no choice, he jumped and splashed into the cold and dark water. He tried to float but failed as the water turned out to be too dense for some scientifically unknown reason. His heavy body was dragged further into by a heavy swallowing gravity. He felt his body swallowed by a strange numbing aura and the next thing he gained consciousness, he found himself–lying in a patch of greenish weeds. After two days of walking madly, his AI pod rang–and thus, he found out his current location, thanks to Damien. And his days of horror came to pass, both psychologically and physically, after knowing that he'd finally left the hell hole. Later, he slept for two days because of extreme exhaustion. Thereafter, he regained his vitality and health and came running toward the coordinate points Damien suggested. To his surprise, he saw it was within a medieval-style city filled with dwarves, and his story ended there.

"Alright, that's it. Since you got what you want, what is keeping you here? Get your stuff. We're leaving." insisted Noah and he gulped down until the last drop of liquid from the bottle dripped into his mouth.

"Not yet. I still have a lot of things to do. Importantly, the God Crystal Stone is still not in my hand yet." Damien responded.

"What?!... Then, what are you waiting for? Let's go for it." Noah tried to convince him more to leave this place, which he considered wretched. But, he looked up and uttered, "Oh, we've got some guests. And they seem not so friendly."

"I know," said Damien languidly. 

"That's an army of them. Do I need to move my muscles?" said Noah Darhk, suggesting to help while considering the army of dwarves, riding giant birds, and flying reptiles in the sky.

"Nah! Just take some rest, Ancestor. They're just some bunch of ants. Leave them to me." Then, turning toward him, Damien asked. "I'm interested in those Dark-Fiend creatures. Can you tell me how strong they are?"

Feeling irritated at remembering those nightmarish days, "Strong, very strong!" Noah scowled, squinting.

"How strong compared to you?" Damien asked again, ignoring those dwarves in the sky.

Noah didn't respond quickly. Pondering hard, he responded, "Forget about the adult version. The infant version of this creature is twice as strong as my current strength."

'According to my System Status, Ancestor Noah is currently at around Energy level 499. Thus, it exceeds Energy level 500. Oh, such a mighty race. Someday, I must pay a visit to that place.' Damien wondered.

Seeing that he was about to enquire another question, Noah cried, feeling annoyed. "Enough with your questions. Just take care of those insects before I change my mind and kill them myself, no?"

"Fine!" Damien stood up gracefully and straightened his wrinkled shirt.

It was during this time that a group of flying beasts, mainly rock dragons and sparrow-like golden beasts, swarmed toward Zokaka's quarter in the eastern palace. Over one hundred and fifty dwarves, clad with silver armor and weapons in their hands, were riding those beasts. Hovering above the enormous series of mansions, the serenity of the breezing night was marred by the sharp, shrilling chirps of those birds, and next came the intimidating roars of the Stone Dragons. These had alerted everyone in the palace. Truth be told, King Ragnar and his armies had long sensed their trespassing. Nevertheless, he ignored it, allowing them to intrude so easily on the palace because he still wanted to see how strong the giant residing there was. 

"Silence!" a hoarse male voice thundered, stopping the cries of those birds and beasts. "King Ragnar Dunderbun, come out and fight me… An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and a hand for a hand. Since you have let my son die in front of you, let's see how you're going to save him today."

But contrary to his thought, forget about coming. Even a single guard came out to rescue the Crown Prince.

Prince Zokaka sauntered out of his main chamber and jumped, landing on the roof. "King Dushab Lavafall, you've got some guts coming to this place late at this hour." 

"You stupid old foggy, stop barking at the wrong tree. I killed your beloved son, so you have to pass by me if you wish revenge." Zokaka yelled dauntlessly. Next to him, Damien appeared in his black cloak, also wearing a grotesque-looking shinigami mask. "Master!" he knelt, greeting subserviently.