Devil Slave (Satan system)

"Food!?" Lenny thought to himself, "Did these assholes just call me food?" The voice he had heard seemed to be approaching. Once it got to him, Lenny felt as if someone stretched for his head to see his face. The man walked with his hair covering his face. Lenny and the man made eye contact. "This is not food!" Immediately, Lenny acted. He grabbed the pole he was hanging from and did a flip. His legs were still attached to the pole, but his hands had been cut off. It had not been easy to use the tiny, sharp piece of stone to set himself free, but he had done it either way. He gave the pole a karate chop, after which he flipped and landed behind one of the kids. He held the kid tight to his chest, the sharp stone in between his fingers, as the tip of the sharp stone was only an inch from the child's eye. "If you so much as take a step close to me, I'll take out an eye." Everything had happened so suddenly that it was hard for the man or the two burly men to keep up. The men suddenly grabbed their weapons, and surprisingly, even the children around them suddenly pointed stone-carved spears at Lenny. Although the children having weapons was a bit unexpected, Lenny had been in much worse conditions when he had machine guns pointed at him. Lenny immediately motioned to stab his hostage's eye. "WAIT!!!" The voice of the elderly man stopped him. Lenny took a proper look at this man. He had little to no hair on his bald head. He was elderly. But the muscle definition that had now wrinkled up on his body, as well as the terrible scars, made Lenny understand that this man had seen worse days. He had one eye removed, which was stuffed shut with cotton from the cotton worms. Although he did not have much clothing covering his body, he still looked better than the savage-looking burly men. "Please don't do it. Don't hurt the child." Lenny knew how negotiations worked. You only worked with the one who was willing to work with you. He turned as he faced the man and said, "If you don't want me to, then let me go!" "Let you go?" The man suddenly frowned as he suddenly realized something: "You can speak?" Lenny suddenly felt as if he was talking with a baffoon. "Of course, I can speak. Shouldn't I?" The aged man had a surprise look on his face. "Well, the other insects we found that look like you can't speak." "Huh!? What do you mean like me?" "Erm..." The aged man was lost for words: "There is no other way to tell you this. So I'll just show you instead. Come with me!" He motioned for Lenny to follow him. Lenny did not want to, but his eyes darted around. Even the nursing mother in the corner had her baby in one hand and a carved-out spear in the other. Definitely, the only person he could have a reasonable conversation with was the old man. Regardless, he was not going to let his guard down. With the child still tightly in his embrace, he walked gently forward. As he did, he kept on looking with the side of his eyes at the people around him. Everyone with their pointy weapons followed behind him. And some more joined along the way as they moved forward. Lenny suddenly noticed the writing on the back of the elderly man. If he wasn't mistaking it, and he wasn't, this was a class number. He held the child tighter when he saw the number tag on the man's back. He did not even need to use a surveyor before he knew that this man was far stronger than him and could whip his ass as fast as breathing air. He was not going to let such a chance present itself. Who knew? This might even be a trap. "Please be careful with the child; one is barely nine months old." The old man pleaded with Lenny. Lenny understood what this meant. After all, this body he had occupied looked to be sixteen or seventeen, but it was actually only seven years old. Half-borns grew and aged very fast. The child he had as a hostage was only a few months old but already looked like he was eight. Lenny followed tightly to a spot located a few meters from the huts. Here, there were more pens of insects that were obviously for food. Far in the back was a cage made out of the limbs of insects. It was covered by a carapace on all sides. "Hey, Bugger! You and your brother should open it up." The two big, burly men also had spears pointed at Lenny. They did not want to put down their weapons, but they did, they did not want to disobey their father. Reluctantly, they put down their weapons and opened the cage blinds. The moment they did, Lenny saw something he did not believe he saw. Firstly, it was wise to note that Lenny was not like other gladiators, and this was not just in size. He was smaller. He had a head full of white-to-snowy hair that fell down to his neck. His lashes were white. And even his eyebrows were white. He also had abnormally pale skin. It was so pale that it was nearly white. With his bright eyes, he was practically an abominable, short snowman. Surprisingly, what he saw in the cage was an amalgamation of abominable misunderstandings. It was clear that these things were not human. Yet they looked human. Each of them is unique in its own horrible-looking variation. But it was essentially still the same thing. Some of them had human bodies, skin as pale as snow, and white hair, and then the mixture went off from there. Some still had a leg or hand that was the limb of an insect; some of them had the carapace of bugs. Some had a different head than that of a person. That is, an insect head. One was even that of a centipede, which brought Lenny flashbacks he did not like. All in all, it was a terrible mixture. But one thing about them was clear: they were a human mixture. But very terrible ones. Also, they behaved like the insects that they were. Some crawled on the ground, others on the cage walls, and yet some ate a colleague of theirs that had died in a corner. "As you can see, the others cannot talk. Just rubbishing around, like." The old man added "What do you mean, others? Do I look like them to you?" Lenny asked a question that the look on the faces of those around gave an obvious answer to. Lenny now understood why these guys had tagged him as food. Since they ate insects, and these special kinds of human hybrid insects looked like him. It was fair to understand why he was brought into the clan like food. "I am not a fucking INSECT!" He pulled aside his cotton bag from his chest and revealed the class number to the aged man. Surprisingly, this made the already-lowering spears straighten up again, making Lenny confused as to what was going on. "So you are a gladiator. That means that the Crusher sent you! Is it because of the tribute?" The old man asked again. This time around, the frown on his face revealed true anger. "Huh!? Who the hell is Crusher?" Lenny asked in confusion. Just then, a loud voice was heard. "Old man! I'm back again. Where is my tribute?" The voice echoed across the walls. Immediately, the old man rushed back for the entrance. Most people followed him. But some sat behind with their spears still against Lenny. Now, Lenny was very curious as to what was going on. Still holding the kid, he followed behind to see what was going on. The stone slab was rolled open by Bugger, and three big, meaty men came in. They only wore coverings on their privates. Also, they swagged into the place like it was their living room. Naturally, spears were pointed at them. However, they all looked nonchalantly at the spears and even giggled. Lenny was behind the crowd. This presence is about this man. Even without the label on their bodies,he knew that they were gladiators. He suddenly remembered the woman he had put to death. At the time, she was calling for help. Without a doubt, these gladiators and these villagers were not on the same side. Also, Lenny noticed that, apart from the aged man, no one else had tattoos on their bodies among the villagers. This included the big, burly men that had brought him here. Lenny frowned. First, it was the woman he saw a few days ago. And then this village, and then insects that looked human. or, to be more precise, insects that resembled him, and now gladiators. Without a doubt, there was something going on here.