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.
