Devil Slave (Satan system)
Chapter 1331: Tales Of Primordial Earth.

Chapter 1331: Tales Of Primordial Earth.

King Alexander folded his arms and turned to Solomon, his gaze thoughtful. "Tell me, Solomon... what if things hadn’t gone according to your plan? What if Enel hadn’t taken the bait? What if you’d actually caught him—would you truly have sent him to the Nether Realm to suffer for eternity?"

Solomon’s face remained unreadable for a moment, and then he gave a slight, almost weary chuckle. "Of course I would have," he replied without hesitation. "The Castle of Accords has long awaited a soul of his caliber."

Alexander narrowed his eyes. "Even knowing what he carries within him?"

Solomon’s eyes flashed, brighter than the stars above. "Especially because of what he carries. That power must be broken or forged—there is no middle ground. And pain, as we both know, is a forge that tempers or destroys."

Alexander studied him for a moment longer, then exhaled and looked away, as if watching memories pass through the walls.

"But," Solomon continued, walking toward the settling Mirror of Time, "I also knew he wouldn’t fail me. Not in the way he feared." He reached out, gently touching the surface of the mirror, which now shimmered like the surface of a calm pond.

"I waited a very long time, killed off every one of my descendants so that the Solomon bloodline would not interfere, and then intensionally left clues that pulled death towards the last one. I even orchestrated my own death, so that the Holy Church could be formed and pull him here. With every thing I have done under the sun, this was by far the most nerve wrecking, especially because of his heritage. But I..." His voice suddenly went low. "I don’t regret it. If I had to do it all again, I’ll do it. After all, it’s the true reason the One Above Above All gave me this gift."

Alexander sighed, and then he stepped beside Solomon "So... what do we do now?"

Solomon gave a thin smile. "Now? We help him build. From what I know, the eighth earth is ripe, as is that little city, and if I am correct, Kanada must have allowed him to inherit at least half of the Kalu Empire...hmmm... yes it will work well for the army."

"The army?"

Solomon nodded slowly. "Yes. Because the war that is coming... it will be unlike anything the tapestry of existence has ever endured. Greater than the first war in the heavens. Greater than the Sundering of Realms. When it begins, even time will bleed."

Alexander suddenly chuckled, "finally, a battlefield I can truly let loose..."

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A portal appeared as if vomiting it’s content that was Enel and Allison.

A sharp gasp escaped Enel’s lips as he jolted upright, the light blinding for a moment. Beside him, Allison coughed softly, her lungs fighting to adjust to the air.

Not because it was bad. In fact, the opposite was the truth. It was clean.

It was so clean. So pure. Too pure in fact. It made them feel like it was cleansing their insides. Not just their bodies but also their souls.

Just arriving here and breathing the air, Enel got certain alarms from the system.

<Alert: Hosts soul has climbed in rank.>

<Congratulations, Host soul is now a red soul rank 2>

Enel was surprised by this.

He turned to look at Allison. If his high level soul had managed to increase in rank from just breathing the air here, then it meant that hers had also increased.

Their lungs, used to the polluted, tempered air of modern times, protested. But gradually, they adjusted. The coughs subsided.

Enel looked around... and his breath caught in his throat.

They stood in a valley unlike any place he had ever seen. The sky was a breathtaking gradient of blue and pink, with streaks of silver clouds drifting lazily. The sun overhead seemed larger, warmer—almost sentient in its glow.

It was the clearest sky he had ever seen. This included the sky in Purgatory that housed the Fallen Angels.

The air was thick with life. Not in a suffocating way, but in an overwhelming, breathtaking fashion. Flowers bloomed in impossible colors—crimson blues, sapphire yellows, even translucent petals that shimmered like glass in sunlight.

Trees towered over them, their leaves singing in the wind like chimes. Some of them glowed faintly with bioluminescence, as if lit from within. Vines curled playfully around trunks, forming elegant spirals like artwork carved by divine hands.

Then there were the animals.

Allison gasped, grabbing Enel’s arm. "Look..."

A lion, regal and golden, lay beside an antelope—both resting peacefully beneath the shade of a crystal-blossomed tree. Nearby, a bear was lazily splashing water over a pair of rabbits that seemed to giggle in delight. Birds of every hue flew overhead, some with wings of fire, others of ice, yet none in conflict.

It was harmony. A kind of unspoken law written into the very atoms of the land.

"This... this is impossible," Enel murmured. "This is..."

Allison stepped forward, drawn by the beauty like a moth to flame. And then she stopped.

Ahead of them, nestled between two flowering hills, stood a gate—but not just any gate.

It was an archway of living ivory wood, carved with patterns that shifted subtly as if the story etched into it was still being written. Golden vines with violet leaves coiled along its edges, and from its peak, a droplet of light hung suspended in the air, humming softly.

Beyond the gate was a garden—lush, celestial, and infinite. Trees with golden trunks and silver fruit. Rivers that shimmered like liquid sapphire. The garden radiated a peace that pressed gently on their minds.

Allison clutched Enel’s hand. "Is this...?"

He nodded slowly. "Heaven. Or at least... the beginning of it... Its the Primordial Garden."

Allison could not believe what she had just heard.

Those words were a mental blow, after all, this place was not just myth....

(Author’s note: Let’s do a quick flow of Chapters to make up for last month yeah. Enjoy.)