Devil Slave (Satan system)

Enel's eyes darted around, scanning the powerful figures before him. Some had already begun activating their abilities, and the air crackled with overwhelming energy. If these warriors were even half as strong as their legends claimed—if they were anything like Alexander the Great—then he was in serious trouble.

He took a slow step backward. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run, but his mind kept working, desperately trying to find a way out.

King Solomon let out a tired sigh, as if disappointed by Enel's resistance. Then, with a weary smile, he extended his hand toward him.

"Lenny, be reasonable," Solomon said, his voice calm but firm. "Hand over the scepter. If you do that, things can still change. You can still stay here, where you belong."

Enel's gaze dropped to the scepter in his grasp. He had no idea why Solomon was so fixated on it. Why did it mean so much to him? It was more than just a symbol of power—he could tell that much.

Then, suddenly, it clicked.

A realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

His fingers tightened around the scepter. His lips curled into a smirk.

"If you want it so badly…" Enel's voice was sharp, filled with defiance.

Solomon's golden eyes widened slightly, sensing what was about to happen.

"Take it!"

With all his strength, Enel slammed the scepter against the ground.

A deafening boom erupted as golden divine energy exploded outward in a massive wave. The sheer force of it sent everyone—including Solomon—flying backward. The entire castle trembled under the impact, and for a moment, reality itself seemed to ripple.

Solomon let out an enraged scream as he was flung through the air.

By the time the dust settled and he staggered back to his feet, Enel and Allison was gone.

The king's expression twisted with fury.

"Find him!" he roared, his voice shaking the very walls of the castle.

Meanwhile, Enel raced through the corridors, his mind working faster than ever.

He had just uncovered something crucial.

Back when he had first come into contact with Solomon, he had been granted a time seed—something pulled directly from the scepter. And now, he had seen with his own eyes how Solomon used the scepter to manipulate the Mirror of Time.

Enel was no fool. He understood what this meant.

The scepter wasn't just a key to the room that held the Mirror of Time. It was the very tool used to control it.

His plan had originally been to escape this false heaven and seek help from the real one. But if he couldn't find heaven here and now…

Then he would search for it in a different era.

Enel gripped the scepter tightly, waving it through the air again and again. Each motion caused the walls to shift and doors to open, revealing chambers of all shapes and sizes—some filled with artifacts of immense power, others holding secrets best left forgotten. But he ignored them all. He had one goal.

At last, after forcing open yet another passage, he arrived at the Mirror of Time.

The moment he and Allison stepped inside, she looked around in awe. The chamber was vast, filled with cascading sands of golden light that floated like dust in the air, shimmering as if caught in an eternal sunset.

Allison turned to Enel, her expression uncertain. "What are we doing here?" she asked.

Enel's eyes locked onto the mirror at the center of the room. "We're here to find Heaven."

Her breath hitched. "What?"

But before she could question him further, he raised the scepter and directed its power toward the mirror. Immediately, the golden sands swirled wildly, and the surface of the mirror rippled like water, glowing with an otherworldly brilliance.

Allison hesitated, her mind racing. Then, as she watched the shifting patterns within the mirror, she asked, "Enel… What did you do to offend King Solomon? Shouldn't he have helped us?"

Enel let out a short breath, his expression unreadable. "It's a long story. One I don't have time to tell right now."

She studied him for a moment before glancing at the mirror again. A thought struck her, and her eyes darkened.

"If this place is what I think it is," she said carefully, "then what you're attempting is forbidden… and extremely dangerous."

Enel smirked. "Probably not the most dangerous thing I've ever done."

The mirror's glow intensified, filling the room with an almost blinding radiance.

Enel turned to Allison, his voice calm but urgent. "Tell me, do you know the one point in time when the location of Heaven was certain?"

Her eyes widened.

"You're going back to the beginning?" she whispered.

He nodded.

Behind them, the heavy doors of the chamber shuddered as something struck them from the outside. The sound of splintering stone echoed through the room—Solomon had arrived.

The mirror's brilliance surged, enveloping them in golden light.

And just as the doors burst open—

They were gone.

The moment Enel and Allison vanished, the doors to the chamber burst open, and Solomon stormed inside, followed closely by the nobles and legendary figures who had pursued them.

Their eyes darted to the Mirror of Time, but it was already settling down, its glow fading as if nothing had ever happened.

If Enel had still been there, he would have been shocked beyond belief—because rather than fury, a smile crept onto Solomon's face.

And he wasn't the only one.

The nobles and great heroes who had entered the chamber with him also bore pleased expressions, some even going so far as to congratulate king Solomon.

Then, from the back of the crowd, a massive figure pushed his way forward, parting the others with his sheer presence.

King Alexander the Great.

His towering frame moved with purpose as he approached Solomon, his piercing eyes filled with understanding.

"Did everything go as planned?" he asked.

King Solomon gave a slow, knowing nod.

Alexander exhaled sharply before shaking his head with a grin.

"You really are too much," he admitted. "To think this plan was set in motion more than three thousand years ago... long before Lenny was even born in the mundane world."