Devil Slave (Satan system)

The next day came quick for Lenny. Then again, with the mysterious woman sneaking into his bed and two extra F class women that were gifted for his enjoyment, he did not feel the need to sleep.

As the morning arrived, so did a notification.

<Defeat the Dungeon to unlock new Badge!>

This was a notification unlike Lenny had ever gotten before.

At the moment, he had become quite strong.

In fact, he had become so strong that the system no longer gave him daily tasks for him to grow.

In other words, he had dropped the training wheels.

However, Tasks were still opportunities for him to grow and get stronger.

Opportunity that he was going to take maximum advantage of.

But this was the first time thatenny was either seeing or hearing if anything that had to do with a dungeon.

Just then, there was a loud knock on his door.

The CLANK sound of the bolt unlocking made him sharply turn his head.

The old door creaked loudly as it opened.

It was the Magistri.

"Get dressed boy. It's the big day!" The Magistri threw some clothes his way.

Lenny nodded as he pushed the two naked and passed out women off his body.

He got dressed in the clothes provided for him and left the cell.

This was not the usual loin cloth that gladiators were well known for.

It was a more responsible garnet.

It was short at his knees. It reminded Lenny of the war they dressed in a famous movie franchise of his former world. 

It reminded him of Star wars. Except that it was without the trousers.

Lenny got dreeaed and followed him out.

"The others are already ready. I hope you are ready for the task ahead!"

Lenny nodded. However, there was much he was lacking on, and as an assassin, he had developed the habit of always investigating his subject and behavioral patterns before every attack.

That habit had not in any way departed from him since coming to this world.

Apart from the information that A222 had given him at the dinning hall last night, there was nothing else he knew of this place nor the tournament.

The Magistri needed him at the moment.

This was the best opportunity to ask questions.

"Actually, there are some things I would like clearance on."

The Magistri paused and turned to him, "go on!" He encouraged.

"Firstly, who is the Governor's daughter. What city are we in and why exactly is the governor's health such a big deal?"

At first, the Magistri was willing to dismiss the words Lenny had spoken. However when he heard that last part, he's eyes shut up.

*Bang!*

He slammed Lenny against the wall, "where did you hear that from!?"

The Magistri whispered. The look in his eyes told Lenny that the issue he had eaves dropped about last night was one of great importance.

"I overheard it last night!" Lenny answered with a half truth.

The Magistri looked around. His eyes darted around the place to make sure that no one else was eaves dropping in their conversation.

"You should be really careful with that mouth of hours boy. If you offend the wrong person, they will come for both our heads."

Lenny raised his hands in surrender, "okay! Okay!!"

The Magistri let go of him slowly.

He took one more look at Lenny before he sighed and explained.

The Governor's name was called Dropdead. 

This was not actually his name but the name had come to be known by.

He was a greater demon of renowned strength and he was very feared and respected.

Of course his strength played an active role in it, bit that was not the reason he was so fewred and respected.

Demons regardless of strength were categorized under different social groups.

They were the Low Borns, high Borns, Noble Borns, and Lastly, Royal Borns.

Although it did not look like much, but this was how the Demon world was classified.

An example of a low born would be potty and the demons that took care of the humans in the Arena.

Of course humans that later become demons are also of this category.

After which were the high Borns. An example of a demon in this class would be Basit.

It was also one of the reasons why he hated Cuban so much.

Demons of noble birth were more of the sophisticated type.

An example would be Lady Hanger who was also an Arena master.

Of course even for nobles, they were categories.

They were divided into Baron, Viscount, Maquis, Duke and Grand Duke.

After which were the Royalties.

These were demons with the original bloodline of the first fallen.

They are divided into nine families all occupying a different potion of hell to rule over.

An example of a demon with Royal bloodline would be Cuban.

However, Cuban had some complications to his name.

He was banished from his family because of a particular crime many years ago.

Now, he wandered this earth as an Arena master.

However, his origins were well known, and only a few like Basit who wanted to prove their superiority complex flexed their muscle in front of him.

All social levels and grace and a limiting factor to them.

For example, demons who were low Borns never went past the Lesser demon realm.

This was the exact reason why Governor Dropdeas was so respected.

He was a demon of low birth that had climbed to the top of his position with sweat and hard work.

He had done so with effort, breaking the restrictions on his bloodline to acquire strength and power.

He was highly respected by not just lower demons but also his superiors.

He was proof that one could make it with much effort.

He was given the position of Governor of the city because of his hard work, strength and capability.

His rule for many years had been firm and unmoving.

He had crushed all enemies to his position with a firm fist.

However, rumors had it that he was currently in very critical condition.

Now, his children were fighting for a right to his position.

This was very expected. Only one would could crush all the others was allowed to sit on the chair of governor.

It is said that Governor Dropdead was struck with a curse.

It is rumoured that the reason for this curse was because he went against his low born nature and broke through the lesser demon ranks.

All his children from all his women came out in pairs.

Both of which came out of their mothers with conjoined umbilical cords.

It is said that they are all connected. For them to break through from the rank of Deep demon level to Great Demon level, both twins most conjoin and become one.

This was a curse that his children were made to suffer.

However, one person came out escaped from the curse. That person was Lady Vinegar.

Unfortunately, the seers said that she would never be able to surpass the Deep demon level because of her lack of a twin.

In this regard, she became the person to have inherited the curse.

In her entire life, she would never be able to surpass the Deep demon level realm.

In fact, it was a miracle she actually grew this far.

Lady Vinegar was known as the treasured flower of the family.

A threat to her life was to flirt with death itself.

All her brothers no matter their quarrel and fight to the death for the governor position had sworn her safety.

This was the reason why a lot of Arena masters were taking this tournament very seriously.

To win Lady Vinegar's favour in this tournament was the same as winning the favor of whosoever was to become governor.

It was really that simple.

In fact, a position if peace and constant funding for individual arena's could also become a reality.

There was also the opportunity to increase one's influence with demons of high caliber.

With so much juicy grapes before the eyes of the Arena masters, it was no wonder anyone would do what so ever it took to please Lady Vinegar.

Lenny heard these things and nodded.

He now understood what the big deal was.

He followed behind the Magistri out to the center of the Arena.

Some other Gladiators were gathered there.

Some were just joining up.

Just like the Magistri had said, they were ready for the tournament.

The other gladiators were also dressed in the same manner as him.

This Place was many times bigger than the Coliseum he was used to.

It was made to accommodate the entire city.

The moment Lenny entered, he walked to stand beside A222.

All gladiators under different Arena masters stood together with their caretakers standing behind them.

Far off in the VIP section were the Arena masters.

Basket face stood beside a particular selected section.

This was obviously the place for the guest of honor.

"Lady Vinegar Arrives!"