Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1329: Against The False Heaven

Chapter 1329: Against The False Heaven

As Enel rushed out of the room, his gaze fell to the scepter in his hand.

The moment his fingers had closed around it—

A notification from the system had appeared before his eyes.

<Scepter of Time>

<Measuring compatibility levels...>

<Host is 100% compatible.>

His heart pounded.

But there was no time to dwell on it. He had turned and bolted through the hole in the wall.

The Castle of Solomon was...

Vast. Larger than life.

It was far greater than it appeared from the outside.

Some places within it had their own entire ecosystems—

Like miniature worlds encased within the palace walls.

Enel rushed forward.

In one moment—

He found himself in a world of fire and brimstone.

The ground beneath him was cracked volcanic rock, glowing with molten heat. Towering volcanoes erupted in the distance, spewing lava into the sky.

The air was thick with smoke.

But what truly shocked him—

Was the tea party.

Amidst the raging inferno, a group of great men and women sat around a table—

Drinking tea.

Their expressions were calm, untouched by the burning world around them.

Some of them he recognized from history.

Others... were long forgotten.

He did not stop to say Hi. He kept running.

And the next instant—

The world changed.

Ice.

The air turned biting cold. His breath became a mist before him.

The sky above was a never-ending storm of snowflakes.

Great glaciers rose like giants, their forms sculpted by the howling winds. Frozen statues—once people—were buried in the snow.

Enel didn’t stop.

Next.

A desert.

The blazing sun above burned down on him.

Endless sand dunes stretched in all directions, shifting like waves in a golden sea.

Each step felt like walking through an illusion.

But still—

He did not stop.

This place was too big for him to navigate on his own—

But he had one advantage, he was a Werewolf.

They had an innate bond with their mates.

And after bonding—

That bond was unbreakable.

He followed the pull of that bond—

A thread of connection leading him deeper into the palace.

And then—

He stopped.

What lay before him shocked him.

A room—

No, a space—

That looked exactly like the underground hideout of the High Elves.

Towering statues stood in silent vigil.

The same architecture.

The same design.

It mirrored that place perfectly.

Enel clenched his jaw.

King Solomon...

This was the place Solomon had prepared for him.

If he had accepted Solomon’s offer—

This would have been his home.

A prison disguised as paradise.

Enel rushed inside.

His eyes scanned the room—

But—

She wasn’t there.

His mind raced.

"Think."

He gritted his teeth.

"God damn it! If I were Solomon—where would I keep her?"

And then—

Realization.

He turned immediately.

The sacred room.

The one that had once held Lady Vinegar.

His legs moved on their own.

And when he reached it—

There she was.

Allison.

Floating.

Her body suspended in the air—

Over a sacred milky pool.

Untouched.

Unharmed.

This place had everything from his kingdom.

A perfect replica.

His fists clenched.

Solomon, he had planned everything.

Enel moved forward and reached for her—

And then—

Her eyes fluttered open.

For a brief moment—

Her gaze was pure darkness.

Like the night itself.

And then—

The darkness receded.

Her eyes returned to their normal state.

She blinked—

Her expression confused.

"Enel? What’s happening?"

But Enel shook his head. "There’s no time to explain."

His grip tightened.

"We need to leave. Now."

Allison followed closely behind Enel, her breath uneven as they rushed through the halls of the massive castle. Their footsteps echoed loudly, but neither of them slowed down. Enel gripped the scepter tightly, knowing it was their only way out of this false heaven. He had no idea how much time they had before King Solomon sent his forces after them, but he knew it wouldn’t be long.

As they burst through the grand doors of the castle, Enel’s body tensed.

A powerful presence filled the air, pressing down on him like an invisible weight. He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

Standing in the open courtyard was King Solomon. His expression was dark with anger, a far cry from the composed and calculating look he had worn before.

However, what drew Enel’s attention even more than Solomon himself were the figures standing behind him.

Men and women, each radiating a power that was impossible to ignore. Their eyes gleamed with knowledge, their bodies brimming with strength. These were no ordinary warriors.

They were legends—figures from history who had left their mark on the world. Some were kings and queens, others were warriors and scholars, but all of them shared one thing in common: they now stood against Enel.

The hostility in their gazes was unmistakable.

Enel clenched his jaw, his mind racing. He knew that trying to fight his way through them would be nothing short of suicide. Even if, by some miracle, he managed to defeat them, he still had to face King Solomon.

And no matter how much he had learned, no matter how many battles he had fought and won, he understood one thing clearly—he could not defeat the wisest man in existence.

Solomon had been acknowledged by the stars themselves.

He was a man whose wisdom transcended generations, whose mind could weave plans that lasted through the ages.

Enel had no illusions about his own intelligence. He was strong, he was experienced, and he had gained knowledge that most could only dream of. But against Solomon?

He had no chance.

His grip on the scepter tightened as he ground his teeth in frustration. He needed to think. He needed to find a way out.

Beside him, Allison remained silent, her confusion evident. She did not know what was happening, but it didn’t matter. No matter what happened, she was on Enel’s side. That was something he could always count on.

A slow chuckle broke through the tense silence.

Enel’s gaze snapped back to Solomon, who was now smiling in amusement.

"You have nowhere to go, Enel."

His voice was calm, almost condescending. There was no malice in it, just the quiet confidence of a man who knew he had already won.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Solomon raised a hand and gestured toward him.

"Hand over the scepter," he said. "Do that, and I will reconsider my offer. You can still stay here. This paradise can still be yours."

His voice was almost kind, as if he was offering Enel a gift. But Enel could hear the underlying finality in his words. There would be no second chances after this.

Enel took a step back. He did not trust Solomon, not even for a second.

The king’s golden eyes narrowed slightly. His amusement faded, replaced by something colder.

"You’re forcing my hand, Lenny."

His tone was quiet, yet filled with unshakable authority.

Enel exhaled slowly, his mind working furiously. There had to be a way out. There had to be something he could do.

He just had to figure it out—fast.