Devil Slave (Satan system)

It was at this moment that it happened. The devil moved a piece that tricked brother Dan, and another Devil piece moved forward, standing right before brother woody’s Consciousness, a floating mass of cloud, representing his conscious thought process. And it was the devil’s turn to attack.

Brother dan had not miss calculated. In fact, on the chess board, this was exactly the right move to make. After all, once this particular piece had been sacrificed, the way to the king would be open and a possible checkmate was eminent.

However, this was still the consciousness of a person.

As Brother Woody’s consciousness was struck, a deep and eerie silence filled the chamber.

The devil knight’s blade cleaved through the floating cloud of Woody’s essence with a horrifying precision, its arc deliberate and merciless. The attack seemed to echo through the room, resonating with a cold, chilling finality.

"Brother Woody!?" Brother Dan’s voice cracked with desperation, but the damage was already done. Woody’s consciousness shattered into fragments, the once-cohesive mass of his thoughts and awareness now nothing more than scattered wisps of fading light.

The rest of his body on the chessboard convulsed violently, each piece trembling as if in agony, reacting to the profound assault on his very soul.

The devil king, seated with a menacing aura on its throne, absorbed the broken consciousness without hesitation. Its dark form pulsed with energy, feeding on the remnants of Woody’s essence.

Brother Dan, tears streaming down his face, could only watch in helpless horror. He had seen the determination in Woody’s eyes before the fatal move, knowing that both of them were prepared to sacrifice everything for their goal. But this—this was far worse than they had anticipated.

Gritting his teeth, Brother Dan forced himself to continue the game. His hand trembled as he maneuvered Woody’s Law comprehension to stand before the devil king. "Check!" he declared with a hollow victory, turning to Lenny and the old elf with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "That is a checkmate! I did it."

But their expressions told a different story. Lenny and the old elf were not celebrating; instead, they looked at Brother Dan with a somber, pitying gaze. A cold dread washed over Dan as he slowly turned back to the board, his heart sinking.

It was only then that the full realization hit him like a sledgehammer. The Law comprehension that should have checkmated the devil king did nothing—it was powerless, moving erratically, devoid of the coherence needed to deliver the final blow.

The rest of Woody’s body parts on the board twitched and spasmed, trying to act but ultimately failing, as they no longer had the guiding consciousness to control them.

Panic gripped Brother Dan as the horrifying truth set in. Without Woody’s consciousness, the pieces could not move, they could not act, and worst of all, they could not fight back. The devil king, sensing Dan’s desperation, allowed a cruel smile to spread across its face. With a slow, deliberate wave of its hand, it signaled for the next move.

The attack was brutal. The devil king’s piece lunged forward, piercing through Woody’s heart, represented by the pulsating organ on the board. The heart, the very center of life and vitality, was torn apart in a sickening display of power. Woody’s entire body convulsed violently, the agony of his soul and the destruction of his heart reverberating through every piece on the board.

His wooden skin, his muscle formation, everything trembled in unison, as if screaming in silent agony.

Brother Dan was paralyzed by fear and sorrow. He frantically tried to move the remaining pieces, but they were unresponsive, lifeless without the guiding force of Woody’s consciousness. Each failed attempt only deepened his despair, the realization that he was utterly powerless sinking in.

The devil king wasn’t finished. It reached out once more, this time claiming Woody’s Law comprehension for itself.

The once-powerful force that had stood before the devil king now crumbled, absorbed into the dark, malevolent energy of the devil’s form. Woody’s presence, once so vibrant and determined, was now nothing more than a fading memory, his essence consumed by the very evil they had sought to overcome.

Brother Dan’s breath hitched as he watched in helpless agony. His friend was gone—truly gone—reduced to nothing more than a hollow shell on the chessboard. The pain of losing Woody, combined with the guilt of his own mistake, was unbearable. The room felt colder, darker, as if the very life had been drained from it along with Woody’s soul.

The devil king’s smile widened, savoring the despair in Brother Dan’s eyes. It had won, not just the game, but the very souls of its opponents. Brother Dan collapsed to his knees, tears flowing freely as the weight of his failure crushed him.

Lenny, still watching from the sidelines, felt a shiver of understanding run down his spine. This was the true nature of a devil’s game—deception, cruelty, and the utter annihilation of hope.

The game had never been about winning or losing; it had always been about breaking the spirit of those who dared to challenge this devil with a unique set of rules.

And in that regard, the devil king had succeeded beyond measure.

Lenny replayed the entire game in his head. From the very beginning. At first brother Dan was indeed winning of course in a game of chess, Winning from the beginning was no guaranty that one was going to win at the end of the game.

However, this one was much different from most.

In fact, it was almost as if the Devil king had set bait and Brother Dan with all his mathematical intelligence did not know this.

Although it was obvious that Brother Dan and Brother Woody knew the game to a certain extent, but it is also obvious that they did not know the plan of the devil king.

All the while, the devil king had not been aiming for the supposed king, instead, it had been aiming for the opportunity to immobilize its opponents once and for all.

Killing any other chess piece that was represented with Legs and hands will surely not do damage like one’s soul or consciousness.

Lenny’s eyes brightened to this realization. The king was usually the weakest in any game of Chess, but in this game, the king was not necessarily the one that took the position. Instead, it was ability to ACT!!!