Devil Slave (Satan system)

Cuban raised a brow at him, "Noticed what?"

Lenny's gaze suddenly became sharp, "The Poison!"

<Appraiser!>

Lenny's eyes shone with the information that the Satan System gave him about his opponent.

Appraiser was an ability that allowed him to see the functionality of opponents that he faced and not just their power levels.

And Lenny could see it clearly. Cuban was poisoned.

Almost at the same time, Cuban noticed a black patch on his arm. His hand shook slightly, and he could feel a loss of sensation in his hand.

He frowned harshly as he tried to think of when such a thing happened.

A quick flash back on the battle so far and he could see it. Cuban turned to Victor, "You ANIMAL!"

As he yelled, He sent forth a blast of blood that rushed through the ground like a parallel wave with the intension of cutting victor into two.

However, summoning a bit of his strength, Victor rolled over the side, albeit with much difficulty.

Cuban wanted to send waves again, but then he staggard a bit. The poison was starting to get to him.

Victor, gave an old man's smile to his opponent.

After all, how couldn't he? he was the reason for Cuban's current predicament.

The Werewolf's bite had not been just a bite. Victor's bite was a deadly poison to the blood.

Victor raised his head, as he struggled against the numbness he was feeling as a result of loss of blood. "It took me a hundred years developing that poison. Every day and night, I would remember how you pushed us to the edge, how you demon's took my beloved city of milk and honey, and there was nothing i wanted more than to give you pay back.

A total combination of six hundred poisonous creatures from imperilment, all of whom I imprisoned together, and then I let them starve. with no chose, they destroyed one another. The experiment took a very long time. But eventually, there was a winner, and then, I integrated its poison in little bits with my blood.

That was a different kind of torture, and it took another five years, but my body eventually got used to the dosage and I created new more improved kind of poison using my own body as the FUCKING CAULDRON.

A poison that specifically affects just the blood."

As Victor spoke, Cuban could see the effects of this poison. His body felt as if he was literally on fire, and it acted as such. His body, entirely made of blood boiled and evaporated into the air.

And this happened at an alarming rate.

Victor smiled, "According to my calculations, you are supposed to have been dead by now! However, I did not factor the fact that your heart did not pump blood about your body as such a thing was not needed for a demon of your caliber. Nevertheless, you will still DIE!

You see, the poison itself is a cell, replicating in your body as it feeds on every red blood cell. Its a rapid response. You are Finished Cuban!"

Victor said those words with incredible confidence. However, he suddenly noticed that something was not right. Cuban's body still seemed to be boiling. However, this time around, it was not just the dark patches that had formed around his body.

Instead, it was every thing.

And the blood splashed out from his body in all directions.

Lenny could tell what cuban was doing, after all, the blood demon had complete control over every part of his body.

He was shedding off the bad blood, by intentionally increasing the body temperature in his body.

Victor had said that the poison was not just liquid but a cell organism. but he had failed to realize that the number of creatures that could survive above the boiling point of a hundred degree Celsius were not a lot.

After all, organisms needed a stable thriving environment for their survival.

Extreme heat or cold would make most creatures shy away or even enter a state of hibernation in other to preserve themselves.

And if the heat was too much to bear, then they would die.

In a matter of mere seconds, Cuban's entire body boiled with an aggressive vigor.

The very energetic blood molecules changed to gas, spread out and formed bubbles all over his body.

lenny frowned, after all, this was practically Enthalpy.

Cuban was boiling his own body using his darkline magic to produce an incredibly outstanding result.

"FUCK!" lenny cursed at the sight of this. He was a student of science and could easily understand what was happening, Victor on the other hand had confusion written all over his face.

However, lenny knew that he could not wait for Cuban to finish doing what he was doing. Besides, this was the opportunity he had been waiting for all along.

"Embryonic soul, exchange demon corpse for recovery potion!"

<Alert!>

<Demon corpse available in the storage his only enough for one recovery potion>contemporary romance

"HOW?" Lenny shot the question at the Satan System.

<Host has increased in power and ability and for a potion to be effective, a transactional exchange of demon corpse weighing the value in respect to Host's power is needed.>

<Host will be needing a significant amount of at least Deep Demon ranked creatures to enjoy two Recovery potions>

Lenny frowned as he askeda question that he knew he might regret knowing the answer to.

"How many Deep demon level creatures do I need?"

<...Analyzing... Host will be needing Sixty four.>

"The Fuck! That's a lot." Lenny's frown got deeper. He did not have that much in his storage, and there was certainly no way for him to get that much at the moment.

Certainly, he could not even leave the current battle.

Lenny Sighed. Since things had gone like this, then he had to use another method.

"Give me the one recovery potion!" Lenny requested.

Instantly, a small red bottle appeared in his hand.

"Victor, Catch!" he threw the recovery bottle at Victor...

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