Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1316: Wise Man’s Castle

Chapter 1316: Wise Man’s Castle

The battle erupted like a thunderclap.

King Alexander lunged forward, his golden chains trailing behind him like streaks of lightning. His fist drove into the Beast of Finality’s massive form, and the impact was cataclysmic.

BOOM!

A shockwave tore through the Nexus, sending cracks rippling across the ground.

The beast screeched, its countless claws lashing out, each one a blade meant to tear through reality itself. They rained down upon Alexander like a storm, too many to dodge.

Yet—

Clang!

Slash!

The claws struck him, but they barely left a mark. His skin did not yield, his body did not falter. The only thing they managed to scrape were the golden bands around his arms, which pulsed with an otherworldly glow.

"Hah!" Alexander laughed as he weaved through the onslaught with impossible speed. "Is this all the Fates can muster?!"

His chains whipped forward—

CRACK!

They smashed into the beast’s torso, ripping through the swirling mass of Nexuses that formed its body. Another punch followed—one so fierce that the beast lurched backward.

Enel watched, his eyes widening.

This isn’t just a man fighting... this is a war incarnate.

Alexander moved like a raging army.

He did not attack from a single point—he was everywhere. His sheer speed left behind afterimages—phantoms of destruction that struck in unison.

The battlefield was a storm of movement.

One moment, Alexander was on the beast’s left.

The next, he was above it.

Then behind.

Then right in front of it, driving a knee into its writhing mass.

And then—

Blood.

Thick, dark, unnatural.

Dripping from the wound Alexander had just torn open.

Enel’s breath hitched.

"What...?"

His mind refused to accept what he was seeing.

"How can a beast made of Fate Nexuses...bleed?"

As if reading his thoughts, the Three Fates screamed through the beast’s many mouths.

"Impossible! This is not reality!"

"He should not be able to wound us!"

"This world bends to our will—!"

But Alexander laughed.

Loud, booming, like the roar of a war god.

"Fools." He advanced, dragging his chains, his golden eyes burning with a terrifying light.

Another punch. Another shattering impact.

The beast reeled.

"You shouldn’t have stepped into this Nexus."

Alexander cracked his knuckles, a sadistic grin forming.

"Yes... this is a Nexus." His voice dropped, turning almost mocking. "But did you never wonder—"

His chains snapped taut. The entire space trembled.

"Whose Nexus this is?"

Enel’s breath caught in his throat.

A realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

The hatred he had been absorbing from the ground—

The endless, suffocating malice that had fed him power—

It wasn’t the accumulated rage of the dead.

It was the hatred against one man.

A hatred so vast, so overwhelming, that it had saturated this entire place for centuries.

"This Nexus," Alexander continued, his grin widening, "is my Arcane Domain."

Another punch.

"A Domain made for one thing—"

The chains lashed out, tightening around the Beast of Finality’s limbs.

"—Toppling fate."

The Fates shrieked, panicked.

Alexander tilted his head, chuckling.

"What’s wrong? You do remember me, don’t you?"

The voices of the Fates howled through the beast.

"Our Fate Essence—it’s leaking away!"

Panic.

True, crippling panic.

This was the source of their immortality. Without it, they were no different from any other ancient beings who could be hunted down and destroyed.

But worse—far worse—was the realization that struck them like a curse.

The moment the Beast of Finality had entered this damned place, separating from it had become impossible.

Their souls were chained to it.

"No... no, this cannot be!"

A desperate swipe from the beast—

SHRRRIP!

A portal carved itself into space, a jagged tear that led to safety.

The Beast lunged toward it—

But—

CLANK!

Golden chains snapped around its massive body, wrapping like vipers.

BOOM!

The beast was yanked backward with a force that rattled the Nexus itself.

Alexander screamed with laughter.

*"Who told you...I’M GOING TO LET YOU GO?!"

His brazen howl sent a chill down even Enel’s spine.

Who is this man?

Enel watched, and for the first time, he realized—

He could not read Alexander.

Even the System itself could not decipher this monstrosity of this king.

But even more than that—

His indomitable will was contagious.

This was a man under whom warriors of old would gladly die.

At that moment, a shriek rang out.

"Naamah! Durgia! HELP US!"

The Fates screeched, calling to their temporay allies.

Enel tensed, turning sharply toward the two sisters.

"Tch—"

Like hell I’d let them interfere!

But—

Durgia and Naamah turned to each other.

A single glance.

A nod.

Then—

They ran.

"What?!"

Instead of joining the fight, they dove straight into the portal the Beast had carved.

Naamah even turned her head slightly, her voice laced with regret—

"Sorry, but we’re not dying for you... Besides, you still owe us for sister Lamastu’s death."

And then—

They were gone.

The Fates screamed in rage, but it was pointless.

Alexander grinned savagely.

"Looks like your friends are smarter than you."

He pulled the beast closer.

Another punch—

Another.

Another—

Bones cracked.

Flesh that should not exist tore apart.

And then—

His hand shot forward.

Right for the beast’s massive, singular eye.

It twitched, as if pleading—

But Alexander’s fingers dug in.

He grinned, teeth bared, before whispering:

"Let’s see how well you predict fate when you can’t see it."

CRACK!

SPLOOOSH!

The eye burst in his grasp, a disgusting, meaty paste that splattered across the battlefield.

A final, agonized shriek from the Fates.

The Beast of Finality convulsed.

Then—

It disintegrated.

Fate’s chosen instrument of terror—erased.

Silence.

Enel slowly turned to Alexander, his expression unreadable.

"Are they... dead?"

Alexander exhaled, rolling his shoulders, before shaking his head in pity.

"No." His voice carried disappointment. "At best, I’ve given them a wound they’ll never forget."

His golden chains rattled as they retracted back into his bands.

"But it wasn’t enough to kill them." He sighed. "That, I’ll have to work on."

Enel rushed over to Allison, his heart pounding as he knelt beside her. Her breathing was faint but steady—stable, but not safe.

His hand hovered over her wounds, watching as his abnormal bloodline clashed against the Beast of Finality’s erasure.

Damn it.

The cuts weren’t just wounds—they were conceptual. They were trying to erase her from existence itself.

Enel clenched his fists.

"Why?"

Why was it that the women in his life always had to suffer such terrible fates?

He already knew the answer.

Because he was Death’s betrothed.

This was the price. The curse.

But—

He refused to let Allison die.

Of all the women he had ever held in his arms—she was different.

Their bond ran deeper than the rest.

She had chosen to leave a life of comfort for him.

"Tch." Enel ground his teeth. She’s not dying here.

Just then, a voice called out—

"Bring her along."

Enel turned to see King Alexander gazing down at him.

"The Wise Man might be able to help."

With that, Alexander ascended the steps to his throne—a monument of corpses, a seat of power built from countless battles.

Enel looked down at Allison one last time before scooping her up, cradling her carefully in his arms.

Then—he followed.

The climb was steep, and with every step, Enel could feel the weight of something ancient pressing down on him.

At the peak, Alexander suddenly reached up—

TAP.

His fingers touched the floating crown above his head.

Instantly—

A blinding golden light erupted from the throne of corpses.

A portal.

Alexander turned to him, eyes gleaming.

"Go. The Wise Man waits for you, boy!"

Without hesitation, Enel tightened his grip on Allison—

And dove into the light.

As the light swallowed him whole, Enel felt his body being pulled through an endless void—weightless, drifting between the seams of reality.

Then—

His feet touched solid ground.

He opened his eyes.

Before him stood a castle—

A monstrous structure, towering into the heavens, its sheer size warping the very air around it.

It bore an eerie resemblance to the Castle of Bones in the Nether Realm—except this one was crafted from ever-moving gold and precious stones.

The walls were alive.

They shifted like liquid metal, yet remained solid—each block pulsating with ancient, shifting laws.

Veins of crimson rubies and sapphire rivers coursed through the structure’s form, flowing in patterns too complex for the mind to fully grasp.

The entrance alone was colossal—two doors of transparent diamond, each taller than a mountain, inscribed with scriptures that seemed to rewrite themselves with every passing second.

And then—his gaze traveled upward.

At the castle’s peak, nine miniature suns hovered in a perfect formation.

Each one a different color.

Scarlet. Azure. Jade. Silver. Violet. Amber. Ivory. Black.

And at the center—one that was pure white.

They did not radiate heat.

Instead, Enel could feel them pressing against his very existence, their silent presence exerting an unfathomable force.

Every inch of this place was built upon laws.

Laws that governed reality itself.

Enel narrowed his eyes.

"Where the hell have I been sent?"

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