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His gaze was crazy, and he was obviously more interested in destruction than any other thing.

He was worse than a group of male Gorillas in heat.

At first he roared, and then he tried to bite. His fingers dug into his own palm until they bleed.

However, even this was not enough to calm him down. 

Lenny frowned. He raised a hand and gave C888 a few slaps, expecting that it was going to bring him back to his senses, but it was all for nothing.

C888 struggled ceaselessly to be free. However, neither Lenny nor A222 would let him go.

Things were also bad for A222, but she surprisingly had things under control.

With what Lenny was seeing, if he allowed C888, the lad could probably bite off his own fingers and he wouldn\'t feel a thing.

If calming him down was not going to work, he was going to use the second option.

Lenny raised his hand high. Targeting the right spot, he gave C888 a punch right in the temple that immediately knocked him out.

A222 panted in relief.

She was already running really low on energy, and the dark spots on her body as a result of the chaos magic had significantly increased.

She looked like she was slowly being swallowed by the night.

C888 had gone totally bunkers. However, it was at this time that Lenny suddenly remembered something.

If C888 who was not the target of the attack was like this, then what of the devils.

It was at this point that Lenny raised his head to look and the first thing he saw, was a servered limb heading towards his face.

As it spinned in the air, it spat out blood all around, evidence that it had been ripped out of its own with sheer force.

Easily, Lenny dodged the incoming projectile.

But his eyes, once attracted to the scene before him remained focused on it.

Subconsciously, Lenny stood to his feet as he took heavy steps to stand beside A123.

Lenny was an assassin in his previous life. However, he was one with taste for the art world.

He specifically liked a kind of art. Of course like most, it was also depending on his mood.

Nevertheless, the trial of trying to know what the artist was thinking at the birth of the painting by observing every brush stroke and well carved line was an adventure-land his mind loved to wander in.

The type of art that displayed the true nature of the world of order hiding in disorderliness was an attractive muse to his eyes.

His love for it was so profound that he once sort the Art work: The Fall of the Rebel Angel.

A distinctive work of an artist with an obvious screw loose in the head.

Right now, Lenny was once again seeing seeing the beauty in such magnificent chaos.

It was even better now because it was in constant changing motion, filling his senses with an Array of beauty.

 Before he could finish admiring, the chaos would change form and express itself in another attitude of true wonderment.

If Lenny was to put this azing scene to words, he would use the most simplest of words.

After all, nothing more grand-which was most surprising could describe it any better.

In this Scene, \'Everything was doing Everything\'.

Yes, those were the words for it.

Lenny did not have a camera, but he instructed the Satan system to record this moment down.

Lenny opened up his senses to take in every thing before his eyes.

Even his perception ability was pushed to embrace the scene.

Lenny watched as the same chaos that nearly made C888 peel off his own skin assaulted these host of devils.

It had only been a few seconds since A123 gave the roar, but blood had formed wetness so high that it felt to Lenny like he was standing just at the shore of the beach, and enjoying the water pushed over by the waves to wash against his feet.

His emotions suddenly climbed so high that he could hold it no further.

He fell to his knees his legs properly soaking in the red water.

The passion of a man that appreciated art took over him, and his eyes suddenly watered. 

Tears sliding down his cheeks and staining his face with the attention of his passion and appreciation.

Snort even came down his nose.

Such a sight to Lenny was like a man after going through the viscosities of life, finally saw a sliver lining that led to the spread of a rainbow.

This was the sight Lenny saw.

However, A222 and even A123 saw differently.

A222 could no longer hold back the level of disgust that sight and stench of the mayhem caused, throwing up to the side.

She vomited again and again. Even though there was nothing left in her stomach, her insides felt a sudden rejection for her digestive organs.

If she could, she would have already thrown up her stomach and intestines. 

At the moment, she was already vomiting her digestive juices.

An \'A\' class Gladiator had seen and lived with gore from the moment they stepped into the fighting Arena since the \'E\' class.

They had caused some really disgusting sights themselves. 

By the time they reached \'A\' class, they was nearly nothing they had not seen.

Nothing came new or was surprising to them any more.

Yet, A222 could not hold back any more and vomited at the sight before her.

Even A123 that had caused this sight struggled to hold back his disgust.

His throat kept on bubbling up and down as he tried hard to hold back throwing up.

Now that he had used this ability, he some how felt Pity for the Devils.

Their demise seemed to be divinely unfortunate.

A death so terrible that he wouldn\'t wish it on anyone- including his said enemy.

He sighed lowly, "This is my Technique. I call it: Voice of Bedlam."

(Author\'s note: Without needing to describe the intense gore, I aimed to capture your attention by giving a strong contrast between what Lenny was seeing and what the gladiator pair were experiencing. Emphasizing the level craziness our protagonist possesses. I hope you enjoyed it)