Chapter 542 You are Late
"Satan System, absorb the greed System!" Lenny instructed without Mercy.
<Greed System absorption in progress...>
meanwhile, back at the Arena, the host of people watching the battle that happened between Lenny and Vice were totally surprised. none of them had expected to see what they did. They had not expected that Vice would be defeated so easily.
After all, from the onset of the battle, Lenny seemed to have given it his all but was losing. And then all of a sudden, it was over.
Vice had frozen up, and Lenny had extracted his core from his head.
The sudden development of things was absolutely surprising.
One of such people frozen in shock was Agnes. After all, she had Lady Vinegar had entered into an agreement of sorts. She did not want to lose and the thought that Lenny was going to fail crossed her mind the moment she saw Vice beating him senselessly.
However, his come back left her absolutely speechless.
But it was not just her. Even Vine had to admit that she had not expected anything that she had seen.
Meanwhile, Glenn and Father black, in their own VIP booth could not help but laugh and cheer lenny on.
They had been a bit worried at first, but where surprised to see that lenny's had suddenly killed Vice by taking his core.
They did not know how he did it, and frankly, they did not care.
As long as he was winning, it was enough for him.
At the audience stand, the man that had bet on Victor winning could not help but be excited in joy.
Meanwhile, as Lenny absorbed Vice's system, his face changed to that of a young fella. Lenny was surprised to see that it had even been a woman.
All the while, he had assumed that Vice's true face was that of a man, but it wasn't.
Nevertheless, it did not matter.
Lenny looked at the core in his hand. he smiled as he threw it into his mouth. This was action that instantly made everyone in the Arena gasp in shock.
This included Victor.
After all, because of how uniquely core's were formed with cosmic energy specifically for each individual, it was impossible for a person to take another person's core. The best and easiest solution was for the core to be destroyed.
But lenny had popped it into his mouth like he was taking in candy.
Lenny swallowed and then he turned to Victor. "I have the flags, get up, lets get going."
victor had not seen Lenny take any flag, but he still found himself nodding to Lenny's words.
Around the time Lenny had his battles with Vice, they were indeed some that had managed to make it from the Tundra into imperilment.
These ones would naturally be promoted to the next stage of the competion.
The first stage had been the selection stage. This stage was to test the Alpha's judgement in picking an assistant that would forever aid in their path to ruling.
This stage was to test Endurance and stamina to persevere through adversity.
Lenny carried Victor on his back as he headed for the next stage.
Amidst the scorching winds of Tundra, where the air shimmered like molten glass, Lenny stood at the precipice of the portal leading to Imperilment. The contrast between the worlds was stark—Tundra, a furnace of heat, and Imperilment, a Dystopian subplane with an atmosphere as hostile as a desert of embers.
With a determined breath, Lenny stepped forward, his boots sinking into the Icey ground as he approached the portal. The air around him crackled with latent energy, a manifestation of his newfound power. He extended his hand, fingertips grazing the surface of the portal that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly heat.
Entering the portal proved far more challenging than he anticipated. The very fabric of Imperilment resisted his intrusion. It recognized his enhanced power, his transformation into something beyond organic, and pushed back against his presence. It was as if the world itself rejected him, sensing the unnatural force that now coursed through his veins.
Every step he took through the portal felt like walking against a tide of invisible resistance. The air crackled with a malevolent energy, and Lenny could feel the pressure building around him, threatening to crush him beneath its weight. His skin tingled as if ants crawled beneath it, and he fought to maintain his composure.
When he had left Imperilment, this had not been. However, cosmic rule was still the cosmic rule. lenny was not an organic indigene of Imperilment. Even though he acquired his new found strength in the plane, it would still resist his intrusion.
At first, it felt like rubber, only more annoying, and this time around, he could feel his skin burn as he pushed forward. It was an enduring process. one that Victor shut his mouth to watch attentively. It took a while, at least a few minutes more than his first time.
Finally, with a surge of willpower, he pushed through, his body feeling like it was being stretched and compressed simultaneously. The world on the other side was a nightmare, as it had always been—a landscape of floating rocks dangerous ever hungry mutated creatures, choking smog, and an eerie, perpetual twilight. The air was fresh as ever, but for lenny, every breath was a struggle. Lenny's lungs burned as he gasped for air, his chest felt as if it might implode.
Standing proved equally daunting. His legs trembled under the weight of the hostile atmosphere, and he felt his veins pulsating with a rhythm that threatened to rupture them. The ground beneath him seemed to shift, unsteady and unforgiving.
Lenny clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought against the rejection. He forced himself to stand tall, each movement a battle against the oppressive environment. The very essence of Imperilment rebelled against his presence, yet he refused to yield. He was determined to overcome the inhospitable atmosphere, to carve his path through this hostile subplane.
In that moment, Lenny embodied defiance, his every step a testament to his indomitable will. Despite the agony and rejection, he moved forward, his eyes set on the bleak horizon.
After all, just in front, was someone waiting for him.
"You are late!" A voice echoed.
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