Enel exhaled deeply, and with a flick of his wrist, the air before him shimmered. A dark crimson interface materialized, covered in glyphs and symbols that seemed to writhe like living creatures.
This was the **Satan System**, a construct of unimaginable power that had once been his greatest weapon—and now, his greatest frustration.
He glanced at the glowing screen. "Come on, old friend," he muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Let's see if you're still as *useful* as you used to be."
The system hummed, its surface pulsating with energy. Lines of text scrolled across, displaying data from across the cosmos.
Enel rubbed his chin thoughtfully, weighing his options. He had already analyzed his strengths and weaknesses—his body was a weapon, yet fragile in unexpected ways. He needed growth, raw power to fuel his ascent. But not just any power. It had to be rapid, it had to be ruthless, and most importantly, it had to be enough to keep Lucifer in check.
