Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 799  Secret to Wisdom

In the heart of the battlefield, shrouded in battered mist and echoing with the cries of the fallen, a singular event unfolded that would challenge the very fabric of reality.

 Amidst the chaos, Lenny stood, a lone figure surrounded by adversaries unseen and forces untold.

Betrayed by his son and confronted by the desires of the Asmodeus family members.

Lenny was not sure what was going to happen.

But they did say that they were looking for one that could use all magic, and so far, lenny had displayed that one ability.

He could even gift it. With his consciousness empty of his body, he was definitely going to become a tool for their family.

But lenny could not allow this. And so with no choice in sight, he activated the one ability that he had left.

Or rather, his gift. That same pearl that a particular king had flicked into his chest when he had entered the trans of the Nether.

From deep within his being, a glow began to emerge, faint at first but growing in intensity until it manifested as a radiant yellow pearl.

This was no ordinary gem; it was the culmination of arcane secrets and boundless power, a beacon of hope and despair intertwined.

As onlookers—mortal and supernatural alike—watched in awe, the pearl ascended, pulsating with a light that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the heart of the cosmos itself.

Then, with a velocity that defied comprehension, it spun, an ethereal dance that blurred the lines between physical and metaphysical.

 In an instant, the pearl exploded in a conflagration of energy, a spectacle so vast that it enveloped the subplane, the terrestrial conflicts below, and swiftly expanded to encompass the planet.

Its reach did not end there; it spread through the subplanes, across dimensions, and into the very essence of the cosmos, touching both the realms of existence and the unfathomable voids of the nether.

Yet, contrary to Lenny's dread, the universe did not succumb to obliteration. Instead, a profound silence ensued, a pause in the relentless march of time itself, heralding the inception of a power so grand it defied understanding.

This was not an end, but a beginning—a resetting of the cosmic clock by forces beyond the ken of mortals and immortals alike.

In the ensuing stillness, a voice pierced the void, familiar yet imbued with an authority that resonated through the very bones of existence. "Hmmm! You have used it already?"

The words, simple, carried the weight of centuries-old within them.

Blinking against the brilliance that filled his vision, Lenny's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a place that tugged at the strings of his memory.

 The grandeur of the surroundings—the towering pillars, the ethereal light that bathed the hall in a golden hue, and the intricate tapestries that adorned the walls—spoke of a realm untouched by time.

 At the heart of this majesty, seated upon a throne that seemed to be crafted from the very gold of stars, was a figure whose presence was as comforting as it was imposing.

This castle, with its endless corridors and ancient secrets, was more than familiar; it was a part of him, a reminder of a past interwoven with the tapestry of fate itself.

And the person before him, enshrouded in power and mystery, held the keys to understanding the journey that lay ahead.

In the heart of this celestial palace, where time seemed to hold its breath, sat King Solomon, a figure of unparalleled majesty and wisdom.

Clad in gold attire that shimmered with the light of countless suns, his presence was a testament to the wealth of knowledge and power he possessed.

 The gold, however, was not merely a display of material wealth but a reflection of the spiritual and mystical riches he had amassed throughout his reign.

Upon his head rested a crown, intricate and laden with gems that pulsed with an inner light, mirroring the stars from which his throne seemed wrought.

 In his hand, a scepter—no simple ornament but a conduit of his vast power, each gemstone embedded within it a world, a story, a spell bound by his command. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It was from this scepter that the pearl had been given.

The jewelry that adorned his person was not mere decoration but symbols of his dominion over both the seen and unseen worlds, each piece a covenant with forces beyond mortal comprehension.

As Lenny's gaze met Solomon's, the air between them thrummed with unspoken understanding.

 Here was a king who had walked the corridors of wisdom and power, whose counsel had been sought by beings of flesh and spirit alike.

His wealth was not of gold alone but of the boundless realms of magic and knowledge he had mastered.

"King Solomon?" Lenny's voice broke the silence, a mix of reverence and disbelief painting his tone.

 The king on the throne nodded, his eyes alight with an ageless wisdom. "Finally, you and I can have our first conversation. After all, you have awakened my gift." The words, spoken softly, carried the weight of destiny.

This was no mere monarch but Solomon the Wise, a ruler whose legends had permeated the fabric of countless worlds.

His attire, opulent and awe-inspiring, was but a fragment of the legacy he bore.

 The wealth that surrounded him was a mirror to the vast expanses of his intellect and the depths of his spiritual reach.

"Come with me! Let's take a walk. There are worlds that you are not familiar with!"

King Solomon's invitation was an echo of ancient wisdom, a call to uncover the veiled truths of existence.

 As he rose from his throne, his movement was a testament to the grace and authority he wielded, each step a weave in the fabric of history.

 Leading the way, he beckoned Lenny into one of the myriad corridors that spiraled out from the throne room, a passageway to knowledge both sacred and arcane.

Lenny, though hesitant, found himself rising to follow the king.

The betrayal he had recently endured at the hands of his own son had left a deep fissure in his trust, casting a long shadow over his heart. Every step was measured, a reflection of the walls he had erected around himself, yet he was compelled by a force beyond his understanding—a yearning for truths that could perhaps mend the broken shards of his spirit.

After all, right now, lenny was almost void of purpose. He needed to rediscover himself.

King Solomon, aware of Lenny's guarded demeanor, did not falter in his stride.

His understanding was as deep as the cosmos, and his patience, infinite. He led Lenny not through halls of stone and mortar but into a space where the very air shimmered with possibility—the ethereal garden.

This was no ordinary garden but a realm where the essence of creation itself bloomed in harmony.

 Here, the flowers which all looked like yhe weaving of runes whispered secrets of the universe in their perfumed breath, and the trees swayed with the knowledge of the ages.

 The air was alive with a luminescence that danced upon the senses, a symphony of light and shadow that spoke of the world's boundless mysteries.

As they walked, the garden unfolded around them like a living tapestry, each petal and leaf a testament to the balance of nature and the intricate design of the divine.

 This was a sanctuary of healing and understanding, a place where the wounds of betrayal could find solace in the embrace of the eternal.

"Here, in this garden, the troubles of the world seem distant, do they not?" King Solomon's voice was a gentle breeze, guiding Lenny's thoughts toward tranquility and reflection. "It is here that I often come to reflect on the burdens of kingship and the path of wisdom. But more than that, yhis place carries a meaning to the path of wisdom... Lenny!"

He turned to ask him, "do you know why i was called a wise man?"