Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1284: Bet With Their Pride

The air grew thick with tension as the priest’s glowing eyes settled on Enel and his companions. The proclamation echoed through the assembly...

"Hmmm... It would seem like you three have gotten the attention of the Prophet. Therefore, the Bowl shall be given based on merit."

Enel’s sharp senses caught the subtle shift in the crowd’s mood. Whispers spread like wildfire, and even among the eclectic mix of species, all eyes were on them. Like everyone else, Enel had noticed the priest’s glowing gaze—a clear sign that this so Prophet was watching.

The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smirk. ’So, the Prophet is bored. Wants to have some fun, does he?’

Suddenly, the familiar mechanical tone echoed in his mind.

<Alert: Host has gained formal recognition from the Prophet. One with direct introduction to Host’s future mission.>

<New Mission Detail: Embarrass your opponent and instill hatred.>

A low chuckle escaped Enel’s lips, his amusement poorly concealed. ’Ah, finally,’ he thought. ’A stage where I can truly shine.’

But the last line of the mission detail gave him pause. ’Instill hatred?’ he mused, his expression darkening momentarily. There it was again, to instill hatred.

Enel assumed that he understood the significance—it was no coincidence. The cursed treasure in his possession, this weapon born of Hate, had seemingly tethered itself to this fate.

Before he could dwell further, a commanding voice cut through the tension.

"How dare you!"

The crowd parted as Prince Calcium stepped forward, his ornate robes shimmering with otherworldly threads that screamed of wealth and privilege. His eyes, sharp and brimming with disdain, locked onto Enel with unbridled contempt.

"You dare to place *me*, the rightful heir to the Kalu Galaxy, in competition with a... mere *peasant*?!" His voice rose, each word dripping venom. He pointed a jeweled finger toward Enel, as though the very sight of him was an affront to his existence.

"Do I look like someone who rummages through scraps on the ground?!" he hissed, his face contorting in outrage.

Scholar Zobo had the same frown on his face. He was a man of peace. At least he claimed to be. But he wasone of status. then again, the before Truth was always seen as superior to the after truth and he was organically from the Before truth. His plane literally dwelt there.

Enel tilted his head slightly, his smirk widening into something sharper, more dangerous. There was an almost imperceptible spark in his dark eyes—a flicker of mischief that promised trouble.

Calcium stepped closer, his voice trembling with indignation. "I will not allow it! I refuse to stand on equal footing with the likes of you!"

The crowd watched, holding their collective breath, as the tension between the two reached a boiling point. Enel stood unmoving, the faint glint of challenge in his expression.

Enel let out a soft, mocking laugh as he stepped forward, his voice dripping with taunting confidence.

"Too good, are you?" he asked, his eyes glinting as they fixed on Prince Calcium. "But why would you think that? After all, you own an entire galaxy. Surely your wisdom must be as vast as your wealth."

The prince straightened, his chest puffing with pride. "Of course, it is!" he declared, his voice echoing across the gathering.

Enel turned his gaze to Scholar Zobo, his smirk deepening. "And you, Scholar. Since you don’t want to compete with me, I can only assume your intellect is unparalleled, too brilliant for someone as lowly as me to comprehend. After all, I am one of the After Truth."

The scholar adjusted his glasses, his expression a mix of irritation and smugness. "Naturally. My mind surpasses that of ordinary beings by light-years. Competing would be beneath me."

Enel let out a low chuckle that carried just enough condescension to unsettle them both. "Ah, I see. But tell me this—are you both too... *chicken* to prove it?" He let the words hang in the air, his voice laced with a challenge that pierced their egos like a blade. "Or perhaps you’d prefer to let everyone here leave with stories that Prince Calcium and Scholar Zobo couldn’t best a little ’peasant’ like me?...Oh that will be a nice tale for the rest of the known world."

The murmurs in the crowd swelled, heads turning to gauge the reactions of the two elites.

Prince Calcium’s face turned red with fury, his jeweled hands clenching at his sides. He stormed forward, pointing at Enel with a trembling finger. "The moment I win, I’ll flay you alive! I’ll wear your skin only for my most special occasions—like when I’m bedding my maids!"

The scholar pushed up his garment, stepping forward with a stiff resolve. "Fine. I accept your challenge. I’ll show you that your wit is as insignificant as your station."

Enel sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Ah... no, never mind. I’m not interested anymore."

The crowd gasped in unison, the air thick with confusion.

"What?" Calcium and Zobo snapped in unison.

"What is he doing?" Commander Marian could not help but ask. However, Allison placed a hand on her lips to keep quiet. "Wait for him. Let him do his thing." she had a slight smile on her face that in a very weird way, mirrored Enel’s.

It was like she was enjoying the moment, soaking up the drama. "You know those stories we learnt about Lenny tales back in the academy?"

"Yes?"

"We are about to witness it first hand." Allison added.

Enel turned on his heel, taking a few casual steps away before stopping abruptly. Without turning around, he spoke, his voice calm but laced with amusement. "Though..." He turned back, his smirk widening. "I might reconsider—if you both agree to my conditions."

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Prince Calcium narrowed his eyes. "Name them." Those words were spoke with such authority that it was clear that he was very angry.

If this had not been in the holy city and was someplace outside, Prince calcium would have already ordered his men to catch Enel and skin him, and then bring a maid before his eyes and bed her while putting on his skin for real.

Unfortunately, he could not act as he wanted to in this place.

Enel’s gaze fell squarely on the prince, his expression unyielding. "First, you will kneel before me, kiss my feet, and hand over half of the Kalu Galaxy."

The crowd erupted in gasps and murmurs, shock rippling like a wave through the assembly.

Without giving them time to recover, Enel turned to the scholar. ’As for you, Scholar Zobo, you’ll kiss my feet and publicly curse the Royal Demon Family of Destruction."

The scholar’s jaw dropped, his face paling. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, some in disbelief, others in grim amusement.

Enel stood there, his smirk unwavering, basking in the charged atmosphere as his words struck deep into their pride and composure.

Prince Calcium’s face twisted in rage, his hand hovering dangerously close to the hilt of his jeweled blade. His voice boomed with indignation. "You dare? A wretch like you making demands of me? Such insolence! You should be groveling at my feet, begging for mercy!"

Scholar Zobo’s usually composed face broke into a scornful sneer. "Audacity doesn’t even begin to describe this farce. Do you think your childish provocations will carry any weight here? You’ll regret this dearly."

The guards flanking Prince Calcium gripped their weapons tightly, their expressions murderous. It was clear that nothing would please them more than to spill Enel’s blood right then and there.

Yet, none moved.

The scholar finally spoke, his voice smooth carrying an authority that silenced even the murmurs of the crowd. "If you lose, Enel, I’ll take your soul. Forever. You’ll serve me as my plaything for eternity."

Enel raised his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite the weight of the moment. "High stakes. I like it."

The priest nearest to the altar stepped forward, his robes rustling softly as he descended. His movements were deliberate, carrying an air of ritual. His voice was steady as he addressed the trio. "Are you all ready?"

Enel gave a firm nod, his golden eyes glinting with defiance. Prince Calcium and Scholar Zobo followed with stiff nods of their own, their faces set with determination.

The priest reached into the last bowl of the Water of Forgiveness, his fingers dipping into the shimmering liquid. With solemn precision, he lifted a single droplet from the bowl, its glow catching the light.

He approached them one by one, his expression unyielding as he let a drop fall onto each of their foreheads.

The moment the water touched Enel, it was as if a crushing force descended upon him. He gasped as he felt his magic drain from his body, seeping into the air like vapor. The weight of it drove him to one knee, his body trembling slightly as he fought to stay composed.

Prince Calcium swayed but managed to stay upright, his jaw clenched tightly as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His pride wouldn’t allow him to falter.

Scholar Zobo stood rigid, though his hands trembled faintly at his sides. His face betrayed a flicker of discomfort, but he quickly masked it with a forced smirk.

The priest stepped back, his voice cutting through the thick silence. "The blessing has been given. The trial will now begin."