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I became the strongest as the devils plaything

From poor slave to king of them all. Watch as William rises in power and turns his enemies into nothing but corpses. William was a slave, his live was terrible and he was barely alive at this point. But then he met a devil that gave him a chance to rise in power. Revenge, riches, power are all things that he can obtain now. But everything has it’s cost, the path for power only leads to a path of sufferment for William. And the devil that gave him the chance to obtain those powers? That devil is just using William as a puppet, like a toy that can be replaced any time. Will William escape from the hand of the devils and God’s that try to control his fate or will he stay forever a puppet of stronger beings. This is a story of a slave fighting against his own fate and trying to crush everything that obstructs his path.

Pinky_chan · Eastern
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Big big crab

Yuki was still looking through the room, hoping to find any tips on how to defeat that thing, but she couldn't find anything. The only things were the brush and the paint, but Yuki didn't know how to use them and she also didn't want to play around with powerful artifacts.

While she kept thinking about what to do, she suddenly got a bad feeling. It was the kind of feeling that you would get before a terrible storm starts. The kind of feeling that's lets you feel helpless in front of an unavoidable threat.

She couldn't pinpoint the cause of this feeling, but it gave her the bravery to start to play around with the brush and painting. Whatever the reason for that feeling was if she could avoid it then it would be for the best, but the key on how to solve the cause for the feeling might be in her hands so she had to keep going.

Meanwhile somewhere else

William was rushing madly through the desert he had lost all reasoning. The deadly aura surrounding him got stronger and stronger and his body started to change. His muscles started growing and you could see how his hands slowly formed themselves into sharp claws. It was a terrible sight and everything that saw him would immediately be scared away.

He was running next to the river, when suddenly a giant man-sized crab claw came down and tried to grab him. William avoided the attack barely and what he saw was terrifying it was a giant around 30 feet big crab. The claws of the crab were like giant pincers that could even cut through stone and metal.

If William was sane at this point then he would immediately run away, but he wasn't sane. All he could think about was to kill, and the crab wasn't excluded from his bloodlust. So, with all sanity gone he ignored the danger of this crab and started preparing for the attack.

But the crab didn't give him much time, it attacked immediately again and he had to avoid the attack. He lost his sanity, but his instincts still told him that he would still die if those claws were to hit him. So, he avoided them at all cost even with his lost sanity.

He tried to attack and to get close to the crab but every time he got closer a claw would force him to jump back. He had reached a stalemate with the crab; it couldn't hurt him and he couldn't hurt the crab, but the battle was still in favor of the crab because one hit of the crab would be enough to kill him, while William would need many shots to kill him.

But that didn't bother him, no the opposite was going on it even excited him to have such a dangerous fight. All his sanity was gone and where once was a rational mind was now a love for battle and blood.