Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 92 The Chef At Work.

~Whistling~

Lenny whistled a song from his former world. It was a nursery rhyme he enjoyed so much.

It was still sleep time. But he was awake and working hard.

His eyes were focused intently on the work he was doing. Almost as if he did not want to make Errors.

Then again, for such a task, could errors be made?

At the moment, he had a very smooth stone slab before him.

It had not been easy to find, and he had to smoothen it to the current state by himself.

He tied a piece of cloth around his waist like an Apron.

He waved his hand and a piecer appeared from the storage unit.

All the while, his whistling did not stop.

He waved his hand again and a chuck of meat appeared in his hand.

This meat looked like a heart. Even though it had been in the storage space for a while, it was still as fresh as the moment it was plugged from centipede chimera ant's body.

Lenny waved the piecers like a display chef in a fancy restaurant.

Ta da ta da ta da!!!!

The piecer cut into the chunk of meat.

His mannerism for this was stylish and with a kind of flair.

One would think that he was a seasoned chef with many years of experience.

"Spices!" He called to his side and a gladiator rushed to him with a small wrap of spices from the pignosed crew.

It was part of the gifts that was given to him earlier on.

This pignosed crew was the crew that some how had the capabilities to make drugs in this place.

How there did it was none of his business. As long as it was useful to him, then it was all good.

Before him, were the ten that tried to assassinate him in his sleep as his audience.

However, after Lenny's flashy display, none of them applauded him.

"huh! Tough crowd!?" Lenny had a sad look on his face, "Oh, yes! My performance was so good that you all are petrified. Of course, of course! That must be it."

Even though he said this, it was because there were true petrified by his abilities.

Lenny sprinkled the spice on the meat like he was an Italian chef aiming to dazzle with his skills.

Just then, the alarm signifying the start of the next day's fight sounded loudly.

"Ahaha!!! It's finally time for the show to begin. But don't worry, I will be feeding you my delicacy before we begin our task for the day."

Lenny laughed loudly.

He walked towards the men, and then one by one, he removed their masks.

This faces were actually very familiar to him.

At least most of them were familiar.

The others might have just been new recruits that joined up when he was gone in the colony caves.

For Lenny, he had once fought along sides these people in the Coliseum.

Back then, they had to fight against a Cerberus Dog together.

It had indeed been a good touchy moment. However, all that was now in the past.

What linked them now was different.

Lenny removed the masks and the he stopped in front of the last person.

It was the man with tattoos all over his body.

"Hello old friend!" Even before removing the mask, Lenny already knew who it was.

After all, in this place, there was only one person like him with tattoos all over his body.

Lenny removed his masks and they he was.

It was none other than Pocket.

"E301," Lenny called out his Gladiator name slowly, "I knew it was you. You missed so much that you even had this welcoming party planned out for me when I was sleeping," Lenny patted his head affectionately, "you are just too kind."

Pocket tried to talk, but Lenny's petrification ability did not let him. 𝒃𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡．𝙘𝙤𝙢

The alarm had sounded. The Gladiators left the cell to take their weapons that they would use during the match.

E701 woke up surprised by what he saw.

After preparing the insect meat, Lenny went to the ten assassins one after the other and like a tender affectionate lover, he opened their mouths for them and then he put the meat in their mouths, pushing it into their throat which forced the reflex for swallowing the meat.

As he did this, Lenny suddenly remembered something and turned to Pocket, "Hey! I heard Boss E7007 has been promoted to Class D. I will like to have a conversation with him. In other to do that, I have to get promoted too, but as you can see, I am unfortunately without a single point. And if I remember properly, you had KEPT some of my points for me. If you don't mind, I would like to have it back! What do you think?"

Lenny deactivated his petrification on pocket to let him talk.

Seeing he was free, Pocket pat at Lenny's face, "Fuck you!"

Lenny sighed as he wiped his face with a cloth by the side, "I'm sorry, I don't swing that way, but I do understand your plight. So I won't push. However, you will soon be changing your mind."

Lenny chuckled loudly as he forced the meat into pocket's mouth.

The Gladiators rushed into the Arena with their weapons in hand.

Just as usual, they were fight for their lives to the entertainment of demons.

The Gladiators came out ready. Many of them held shields. Some others wire armor.

Weapons were in their hands and they were more than ready to defend their lives for the day's task.

This coliseum was just As Lenny remembered it to be.

There were about four fights every day. Each fight for each classa that ranged E to B.

It is said that A class usually had their own battles differently.

Those in the A class were actually given the option of choosing their battles when it so suite them.

They were considered more like the big boys of the Arena.

As one could guess, the E class started the day's events.

The gladiators took their positions in the Coliseum. They did not know who or what they would be fighting for the day, but it did not hurt for one to be prepared for the eventuality of it's arrival.

Just then, they all Heard a weird sound. It sounded as if some one was dragging in a sack of potatoes.

All eyes turned behind, and there he was. Lenny whistled lightly as he dragged the ten assassins into the Coliseum.

He had tied them together. Five for each group and pulled them into the Coliseum like he was forcing them into the Coliseum against their will.

This took even the demons watching by surprise.

They were all still under the effects of his petrification ability.

He smiled as he set them like decorative piece on the ground.

The crowd was silent and watched what was happening in surprise.

A proper observation of this people and one could easily see that something was wrong with all of them.

Even though it was the early hours of the morning, they were already sweating buckets.

veins stood on their foreheads and it looked as if they could not wait to break out of Lenny's petrification.

For those that were men amongst them, the reason was already clear for all to see.

Their private parts had their rods erect to the sky.

While for the females, they had in-between their legs leaking down their thighs.

Once Lenny had set his decorative piece, he walked over to pocket, "So have you decided to give me backy points?"

Lenny looked in Pocket's eyes. He could see that the old man was trying his best to hold his urges in, and he still was not going to agree.

"Good! Good!! Not bad. You see, I really admire you pocket. You are a very tough man. I just hope you can stand by your words as we enjoy the show."

Lenny wwaved his hands and some of the sliced meat appeared, "I thought it necessary to feed you all some more snacks. You know, before the day's guests arrive."

Lenny fed them each some more and then just like the other Gladiators, he waited for the arrival of the beast.

The Gates far off in the distance were finally opened and giant Demon bulls that were at least 12 feet high and 4 feet wide speed out into the Coliseum.

Their horns were giagantic and broad and it made Lenny wonder how they moved their heads with all that weight.

These Demon bulls had three legs on each side the size of pillars to carry their bodies.

As they approached, the earth shook under their feet.

The Gladiators all stood in a ready position for a fight.

In total, they were four Bulls.

Naturally, they were supposed to take them all down.

However, before the Gladiators would charge in for battle, Lenny released his petrification on the first person