"The hardest part of this challenge has yet to arrive my son. When does someone progress the fastest, how much effort is needed to train your body from the inside and out, how many can say they have a will allowing them to overcome all tribulations? Back in my time, I created a unique piece of equipment meant just for this. Namely, Devastation because of the 'fun time' it brought all of those who donned it." Smiling at her son, that's not quite a smile. Crimson like a flower blooming in all of its beauty. "Now come son, are you ready to try what made even the Immortals pussy out?"

Feeling unsure of what is the best approach. Shenzi asks his mother, "Tell me compared to those who have passed this test, and those who have not how big of a transformation is it?

"Back then the number of people we had was pushing 12.5 Quadrillion. Also, out of the 3.5 Quadrillion that tried including me. Only four had passed, we were then later named the Fiend Generation. Compared to those above our level, we surpassed those of three full Immortal stages ahead of us. Even then those whom we fought evenly three stages ahead, their fleshly bodies and Spirit Force was 6x weaker compared to the Fiend Generation."

With his heart accelerating to tremendous speed, the shock Shenzi had just received is beyond what he could imagine. Finally mustering up to voice his ambitions, "So then does that mean when I complete this. Would I be the equivalent to a sixth stage practitioner with no inheritance?"

Smiling Crimson replies to her son, "That will depend on your capabilities. There are three levels of Devastation and how far you make it. Depends on how much pain tolerance you have, and how much you're willing to suffer to reach your dreams."

Cutting out whatever hesitation laid buried deep in his heart. Shenzi speaks out with confidence, "It's time to let me see what this Devastation is all about. What others failed to do, all my grievance, my future wife, all that I have lost until now. To become strong enough to protect those I love is my will."

Smiling to herself, Crimson can't help but sigh in her frustration. "Son you're just like your father before his wings became clipped. Foolish but the kind that attracts everyone around you like moths to your bright fire. I'll give you some advice now to avoid the second Rising Stars fall from the sky. Never give in to the hatred simmering in your heart. When you do, it opens up the gateway for the path of devils to awaken."

Seeing the pangs of grief in his mom's eyes. Shenzis will ignites like a beacon in the sky. "Mom you don't have to worry, your son will hold the world up if need be. However, I will not get anywhere just standing here and speaking. Actions speak louder than words."

Raising her right arm Crimson tears open the sky in her world. Reaching her arm in as if fishing, after a couple of minutes Crimson rips her arm back. Revealing an enormous pure black armour giving one the feeling as if it didn't exist, recalling many memories once again Crimson snaps out of her daze seconds later. "Son if I were you, I would stretch your limbs and get one more good feeling of being able to move freely."

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Taking his mothers advice, Shenzi does many warm-up routines. Walking toward his mother, Shenzi reaches out his hand to grab Devastation. Just as he is about to grasp the armour, Shenzi hears multitudes of howls. Little did he know Devastation is a piece of armour that absorbs memories, and then replays them when a new "host" puts it on.

Hundreds of thousands of black tendrils extend out from Devastation wrapping itself around Shenzi. Entering his body and like a series of bombs ignited by a button. The tendrils shot out spikes that pierce deeply into his bones, organs, meridians, muscles, veins. Sucking away all his Spirit Force leaving nothing more than a measly 0.1%

Crimsons voice sounds out, "This is just the beginning of Devastation. If you are unable to handle it, I will not judge you. Instead, I would be happy you understand your bodies situation."

Moving as if in a game server with the "rubber band" effect Shenzi's hand eventually reaches to White Flame. What typically would take him no more than half of a second turned into 10 seconds. Afterwards, a terrible burning pain floods Shenzis body like a tsunami. After dealing with this intense outburst of pain, Shenzi's body goes numb with all his hair standing on end like a porcupine. Further adding salt to injury, a massive amount of gravity pushes Shenzi down into the earth. All his bones snapped, and organs were bursting open as a watermelon dropped from high heights. Before dying a refreshing wave of Spirit Force rushes through his body, healing all his injuries and even strengthening his bones, muscles, meridians, veins, and organs.

"This is the lowest setting of Devastation, and each 'curse' happens ten seconds apart from each other. The terrifying thing about Devastation the curses are at the maximum output you can take from an enemy. It completely breaks you down until your steps away from crossing the line of death. Then it heals you back to 100% while strengthening you to a new height each time." Looking at her son with worried eyes and a hard to suppress mothers instinct. Crimson bites down hard on her jade teeth, as much pain her son is going through now. It's a must if he's to survive the bloody path ahead of him.

Standing back up breathing heavily, and moving his Spirit Force at a turtles speed circulating through his body. Compared to his peak when Spirit Force ran amok in his body. All Shenzi has is three to four measly stems of Spirit Force. Once again going through similar training Instructor Hell had given him. Except with a much higher bar in toughness and pain experience for evolution.

After the first run-through, Shenzi had gained a solid idea how Devastation works. When practitioners have the strength, but not the proper control over one's body, "curses" would automatically activate every ten seconds. Up till now during all his battles Shenzi had been reacting with instinct. Over time people begin to develop "bad habits" which in turn works the same but for the body. Due to this Shenzi had already faced one round of curses. Devastations measures the control over one's body down to the cellular level. With each mistake, a different curse is applied, followed by a refreshing stream to heal the damage done by the punishment.

For instance, Devastation is essentially Jigsaw but for the body. It measures the "truth" behind every move. Moreover, if a lie is detected, a gruesome fate awaits the person donning Devastation.