Sin demon host calling

"Fu**k that all systems! Who is he to tell me what to do!? Who is he to tag me in the anomalies? Who is he to tell me to not be able to go to that Academy!? I don't know what that is but f*ck !! I hate that f*cking sh*t!"

After the system tagged him as an anomaly, Asmo spits blood out of his mouth. His anger and Envious nature were making him hate and unpleasant to the so-called All system.

He looked at his Envious body and thought.

'These bleeding sh*t is making me uncomfortable. They deserved to be absorbed by me. Those bastards dared to show off that they can swim and I can't!? They are courting death!'

Asmo looked left and right to search for someone.

"Where is that one-armed stupid sh*t! I will vent out all my frustrations on you!"

Soon Asmo found the body, but to his surprise, the body was standing tall. Ignoring the pain from his severed body, Crocus looked at Envy with no emotion.

Danger warning screamed out of Asmo's whole body. He couldn't help but run and extend his arm to touch Crocus! 

"You can use any name, but when I'm around, you are Envy, my pet!"

Crocus said with a maniacal smile. His severed left arm and his messy hair make him even more frightening to look at.

"You will never control me!!!"

Envy screamed at the top of his lungs. His whole body transformed into a flying creature with a long arm extended. Crocus, however, also extended his arms.

"Spirit Envy, Control!"

The shining eyes of Envy turned to white, then they turned to dark like he has no emotion. He stopped in his tracks and then kneel.

"Master."

Envy's body went back to its original state, which looks like Crocus, but with a left-arm intact.

Crocus looked at him and asks.

"Can your ability fix my arm?"

The kneeling Envy nodded. He stretched his arm and made a wriggling sound. Crocus had his new left arm. It's looking ugly with stitches and wounds.  

"It's done, sir..."

Crocus tried to clench his new arm. To feel it and look at it, soon he looked up to see Envy without a left arm.

"Where's your left arm?"

He asked in an imposing manner.

"Master, you don't have to worry about it."

As soon as Envy said that, his empty left arm wriggled again and sprouted a new one. However, Crocus did not look at him but only at his new arms, and noticed that the wound scars and stitches are so bad to look at. 

"Impressive. By the way, call me Your Highness from now on. What about these scars? How do I erase it?"

Envy nods his head.

"Yes, your highness. The scars won't erase your highness, I'm sorry."

Crocus looked at him seriously, then Crocus shook his head.

'There's no way a controlled individual would lie. But well, it's not bad to look at. It would make me look tougher.'

All of a sudden, Crocus clasps his head.

"Arrghh!! F*ck! Why am I so angry for no particular reason? What is happening!!''

Crocus looked at the ground with madness in his eyes. The wind dispersed from different kinds of directions. Crocus magic power was making the ground tremble violently!

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Crocus ignored the call from his phone because he can hear a voice full of wrath and destruction.

*Grant me power! I am Aesma Xesm! Please demon... Grant my wish! I will do anything! I will give my soul to you just please... grant me the power I desire! Please, I need your power! I need to kill my father!!! Or if I can't, I want to at least let him bleed.*

...

At the center of another Communist continent of the United States of North Taured and South Taured. In a classic beautiful tall building in a simple city, fifth floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"What's wrong little kid? Is that all you can do? With my rhinoceros beetle spirit and adding that I also have its secondary transformation... you won't be able to touch me. However, you are impressive for reaching level six... Truly impressive, but you are targeting our Master..."

Said the bald fat man in beetle armor. 

"I can reduce damage by fifty percent in this transformation, and I am not a commoner like you. To me, they are so weak that they can only transform into a Fragment beast form that would make them three times stronger than their original form only.

"However, me? I am one of the loyal guards of Sir Sentrodam. That's why I can transform into a Full half-beast form, and right now, I am four times stronger than the original form of my body. That's the difference between you commoners and me!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The little kid is Aesma, Currently fighting the Bald rhino beetle man. 

Slash! Slash!

Two blades at hands, he keeps swinging and attacking at any kind of angle, searching for any kinds of weak points, but it's all useless.

'He didn't have a weak point?'

Said Aesma.

"I have my beast ability shell-shock armor. It will defend any weak points of my body once it senses danger. I am sorry, your ability might be good, but it won't work against me!"

Suddenly, Crocus looked at the left side of the bald fat man because out of nowhere a man in a black suit with spiky hair appeared. He is sure that the guy is another companion of the bald man.

"The boss said we must take him out soon."

Aesma's raging eyes became even more intense because another problem comes in.

"I don't want to introduce myself and I can't also tell you my ability because you are... After all, an enemy. You are very impressive for taking out all our pawns. They are good thugs that just joined our organization so they can be safe, but you killed them all. You are a threat and we are not sure if we could defeat you, a massive threat!"

As soon as he said that, he threw his white gloves away. However, another long hair nonchalant guy appeared.

"Sigh... That guy is strong. I'm not sure we could even touch him with his ability. His ability to see the future and calculate… is amazing. Why not recruit him? You too fatty, don't provoke him."

He is holding a baton. It was raging with a fighting magic aura. 

Aesma didn't have the three kinds of magic power, so he was not aware, but with his rage. He didn't care. Climbing up a building, spilling out a massive amount of blood with no survivor. He is not scared of anything.

With two swords in his hands and raging eyes. 

"You three will receive my wrath!" 

Aesma is not scared of anything!

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