In the hallway of a high-end apartment complex, there was an extremely arrogant figure pacing back and forth.
Lucifer saw any apartment door and he'd take a steel pipe and knock on it, breaking the doors. After knocking for a while, he used his feet to kick them, even breaking a few.
At this point he'd completely ignored the fact that there were many cameras in the hallway. And even if the cops were standing right there, it wouldn't matter because he was the savior out on a rescue mission. So why should he care about anything else?
"Ha ha ha, this kind of destructive feeling is just like in a game, right?"
Initially his goal was to save someone, but after a while he got hooked on the game of breaking other people's doors and then confidently walking away.
[If you don't want me to cut off your internet, then do your damn job. The quest is to save people, not to destroy property.]
"You're lying. I'm clearly hurrying to knock on every door to find the person being attacked by zombies. Don't falsely accuse me."
[…]
The system knew for a fact that Lucifer didn't have that thought, but if he wouldn't admit it, then whatever it said was useless.
Then he saw another apartment door. Lucifer followed the usual procedure: use the steel pipe to knock first, then kick the door.
But he never expected that after just a few knocks, someone inside would kick the door flying open right into his face, leaving him completely 'stunned'.
The whole door slamming into his face didn't hurt him at all because his stats right now were extremely high anyway.
Pushing the door aside, he saw a young girl with long, fiery red hair. Her eyes were amber-colored. She was wearing gym clothes, so her muscles were clearly visible, even a six-pack.
Plus her hands had calluses, definitely from martial arts and weapon training. Calluses that bad meant she trained really damn hard.
Lucifer could clearly see the veins bulging on her forehead. The look on her face right now was like she wanted to eat him alive. Even if she was a beauty, nobody at this moment would dare say she looked cute.
He was completely mesmerized by her appearance like that. Just one look and he wanted her to be… slave No. 1.
To be more precise, he currently needed someone to help take care of some trivial stuff, and this young girl was a candidate with enough strength and potential.
[How can two unemployed homebodies be so different? Look at how full of life she is, while when I first arrived, you looked like you were half dead.]
"Shut up. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you a slave later."
Lucifer, as Lord of the Underworld, wasn't some ordinary human teenager. He didn't bother hiding the system's existence because his own existence was way more absurd.
The young girl had no idea Lucifer was talking to the system, so she thought he was talking to her. That made her furious. She glared and gritted her teeth, then started yelling.
"You bastard! You've been walking around with that steel pipe banging on doors like crazy, annoying the hell out of me. Now you break my door and still plan to make me a slave? Fine. I'll f*cking make you my slave today."
She shouted and charged straight at Lucifer at a speed that was fast… for a normal person. But to Lucifer right now, she looked no different than a turtle, extremely slow.
He reached his hand forward and grabbed her mouth. At the same time, he felt all over her body to check if her muscle quality was good enough.
The young girl turned red as he touched her all over. But it wasn't from embarrassment, it was from anger.
She opened her mouth wide and bit down hard on Lucifer's hand. If this happened to a normal person and they got bitten like that, they'd lose part of their hand, not just bleed a little.
But unlucky for her, Lucifer's current body wasn't something a normal person could injure. Biting his hand just made her teeth hurt and had no effect at all.
Lucifer frowned a little because he didn't expect her to bite that hard. He felt his hand was dirty now. If he'd known earlier, he should've just worn the hand armor.
But thinking again, the hand armor was too much of a hassle for him to play games, so he didn't bother using it. Besides, his hand was harder than the armor anyway, so what was the point?
Immediately, he held her down and continued spanking her. He remembered this was how you discipline a child, even though from childhood till now no one had ever dared hit him.
"Naughty kids have to be spanked."
While saying that, he kept spanking her repeatedly. He hit so fast it created afterimages, but the force wasn't that strong so he wouldn't kill her.
"Naughty… kids… spanked?"
Her eyes wet with frustration, she muttered the weird words she'd just heard. She understood each word, but why did they become so strange when put together?
If she was a kid, then what did that make this teenager, who might even be younger than her? Even her own father had never treated her like this. It made her so mad she could die.
Aside from all that, she also realized Lucifer's strength was way over the top. She'd been trying with all her might just now but couldn't make him move even a single centimeter. Even the world's number one strongman probably couldn't do that.
After hitting enough, he let her go. The young girl immediately fell helplessly to the ground because her whole body was completely numb now.
"You bastard… My father definitely won't let you get away with this act."
Even though she couldn't stand up for now, her mouth was still very tough. Her eyes were no weaker either. Even while crying, she still dared to glare at Lucifer.
The tougher she acted like that, the more she looked like a potential errand-runner in Lucifer's eyes. If she was too weak, he wouldn't bother with her.
"Wait here for me. I'm going to get you a gift."
Lucifer suddenly grinned in a very sinister way and ran off, making her feel extremely uneasy.
Now she wanted to immediately close the door and hide in her room, but the apartment's front door had already been kicked in by her, so she'd have to use the door inside her room instead.