Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 500 Lenny\'s Brain play[Bonus chapter]

"Winged Fellows!? You mean angels?"

"Yes, them! Ever since the Apocalypse of the Third Earth, their existence in the middle plane has been like finding salt in snow." Vine explained, "However, that\'s another topic for another time..." She cleared her throat, getting back on track with her explanation, "As I was saying, Curses! These are uncontrollable works of nature gone wrong. This happens when certain cosmic triggers simultaneously happen to fall in line with one another to give birth to abominations.

Nevertheless, don\'t be deceived into thinking that the instance I gave is the only occasion on which curses are formed."

Lenny raised a brow, not understanding what she meant, but yet he could guess.

"Like I said, certain cosmic triggers simultaneously happen to form curses. These triggers can form both naturally and forcefully. An example of people that are a tad bit good at this are witches, magis, or whatever they call themselves these days."

"So blessings are conjured by the royal families or angels giving their gifts to other or lower races, and curses happen when certain natural triggers happen to fall in line with one another," Lenny repeated just to be clear.

Vine nodded. "Basically, that is where things are at the moment. At least, to the best of my knowledge. Even I have not gone about the myriad of planes out there. There are quite a lot of them. And with how wild the cosmos is, who knows what else is out there? At the end of the day, my knowledge is basically limited by my rank."

Lenny nodded in understanding. This short session with Vine had been very educational.

This was all the knowledge that he needed about this world as he grew.

Vine was apparently more useful than he wanted to admit. In fact, she was far more useful to him than Gar, who only wanted to play house all day and fornicate with him.

After all, knowledge is a form of power. This was the power that could very well save his life one day.

Lenny, now having a better understanding of the tag he saw when Appraiser was used on Mr. Martin, now turned to the head on the table.

All through their conversation, Mr. Martin was still frozen in his place. Vine\'s aura held him fixed in his position.

Lenny turned his focus on the head as a lot of experimental ideas flooded his mind, and the expression on his face as he looked at the still-alive head was that of a crazy scientist who had discovered a new toy to play with.

At first, Vine was willing to sit and watch, however, she soon noticed that Lenny\'s mind immediately sank into his work. He was like a worker bee, focused on the task of gathering honey.

Any and all distractions about him were suddenly shut out of his mind. It was an incredible skill that showed Lenny\'s ability to focus.

For most people, it took a while for them to enter this kindred state of concentration that was blessed by the focus and dedication of one\'s mind to a task that is both cherished and very loved.

Lenny, on the other hand, jumped into it like it was second nature. His eyes were filled with that childish zeal to discover and explore the world.

This was a great thing. In this case, the world was the brain of a man who was still alive. With the level of Zeal Vine saw in Lenny\'s eyes, she found herself thanking the heavens that she was not the person who was on the table for Lenny\'s experiments.

For a while, she watched as Lenny went about his experiments. He was truly like a child with his discoveries. But that did not mean that he scattered the brain, destroying it like most children do with their toys.

No, that wasn\'t it. Every action Lenny took to touch Mr. Martin\'s head was carefully calculated with the goal of preserving his life for as long as possible during the duration of the experiment.

It was truly a chilling sight, and along the line, Vine outrightly stood up and left the room.

The things Lenny did to Mr. Martin\'s still-living head were things only seen in sadistic horror movies.

After using certain chains and clamps that had runes embedded in them to hold down the head, Lenny carefully used a spatula to cut into the translucent skin that led to the brain.

He did this with precision and accuracy, noting that these kinds of experiments were things he had done many times before.

As he cut into the head, the natural healing factor of Mr. Martin took place in an attempt to heal the wound, but Lenny poured an enzyme he had gotten from the system with a large price of two demon bodies.

The enzyme prevented the healing process from continuing but still granted Lenny the opportunity he needed to dig further into exploring his victim.

Since the skull was practically non-existent because of Mr. Martin\'s ability, entering his head was easier.

Lenny started with the cerebellum at the back of the head as he explored the sensitivity level it had and its quick response to stimulus.

At the same time, he explored the occipital lobe as he slowly but steadily separated the left hemisphere from the right hemisphere of the brain, forcing a parting even though Mr. Martin\'s cells tried hard to reconnect. All the while, Mr. Martin screamed in excruciating pain.

He could literally feel Lenny messing inside his head, and it birthed the father of hurt, a cruel, unyielding blight. A symphony of sharp, raw torment, grasping at his sanity like an eagle\'s claws.

However, the effort was void as Lenny took time to literally separate both sides, like he was opening a book.

The first thing he did was attack the hippocampus, inducing it with certain enzymes he had gotten from the Satan System. He also used well-timed and calculated electrical shocks so that he could simulate a partial dream state to reduce the rate of resistance from Mr. Martin\'s nerves.

Of course, Mr. Martin remained awake for the duration of the process, his brain was just tricked in order not to further release certain enzymes that would ruin the experimental process.

This was the brain of a mutated human, and Lenny was going to enjoy it to the fullest...