DxD: Emperor of Chaos

CHAPTER 8

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A week passed since he became a devil, and interestingly enough he was quite happy with it.

His human limits had finally shattered, his abilities have ramped up and showed drastic change and improvements, he no longer had to worry about food anymore, and he made a few new friends too.

Definitely worth it.

Feeling the winds brush on his face, Akira closed his eyes as he enjoyed the breeze, the sound of air singing, the feeling of floating like a balloon, flying sure is a very nice feeling.

Flapping his new devil wings even harder, his speed increased as he blasted through the airspace above of Kuoh Town in the clouds, using his demonic energy to form a barrier for aerodynamics and protection from air resistance.

A few hundred meters later, he kept his wings into his body and cut off the flow of demonic energy mid-flight and started free-falling. And instead of using wings, a flare of flame-like Touki erupts from his body as he controlled the Touki on his skin to move in the air.

Pumping as much Touki as he could afford to use, he disappeared from his spot, leaving behind a trail of Touki, reappearing a few hundred meters away from his initial position. He grinned.

“Nice, I think I can use the Touki version Instantaneous Movement in fights now, since it’s much faster than using the demonic energy version of the technique.”

And since he was in the air with no one around, he could freely say anything that he wanted and do anything he wanted, as the winds would blow away the evidence of him using Touki. But nothing crazy, of course, just normal applications of Demonic Magic and Touki.

… Maybe it was stupid, but he’d like to keep his Dual Deteriorate and Touki a secret for now, the reason being that the two abilities that he gained were from, well, dying. The former already explained, but the latter is most likely due to the fact that his current soul fused with his past one, creating enough life force for him to gain the ability to wield Touki.

And another reason was because of the enemies. He’d like to keep his abilities hidden for now until he had to use them, making them his trump card of sorts. Besides, it would make fights tougher if he held back. In his mind, tough fights = more gains = more growth = stonks.

… He has an addiction to getting stronger, don’t judge his hobbies.

He snapped out of his thoughts when the watch on his wrist started beeping, an alarm he set this morning so that he wouldn’t miss school. Dispelling his Touki in its entirety, he started free-falling again before wings majestically came out from his back and soaring back down to the ground.

Opening the door to his apartment, he blinks in surprise at the familiar figure laying on his bean bag bed. Weird black and blond hair, unnatural beauty for a man, cocky face that makes him want to smash it in?

“The hell are you doing here, Zel?”

Azazel, governor of the Fallen Angel faction, the Grigori, simply raised his head at the mention of his name before waving at him… Is he even allowed in Kuoh? Does he have the permission from Buchou and Kaichou to even be here right now?

“Yo, Kira. Nice porn mag, by the way. 8/10, would be nicer if there were more oppai, but a good choice overall.”

… He kept that in a demonic energy triple-layered lock that he made yesterday. How the heck? He quickly grabbed the magazine away with a faint red tint in his face before confronting the governor.

“Give me that. And really? No reaction over the lock’s energy?”

Azazel slumped at the sudden loss of the magazine before sighing.

“And what do I do? Rip the Maou’s sister’s Piece out of you? Yell at you for selling your soul? Please, you’ve been complaining about your human limits for years now. And by my Father, even Vali’s been annoying me to make something to turn you into something stronger.”

He said with a heave before leaning deeper into the bean bag. Fair, he could see the White Dragon Emperor doing that, considering the fact that the white-haired bishounen always had to hold back his strength to not kill him in one hit.

“And what are you doing here? Weren’t you busy with the “Secret Project” of yours?”

The Secret Project, a project that Azazel had been doing for the past year now. Hell, the older man always visited him every few months after dropping off the host of the Vanishing Dragon, but he hadn’t visited for a whole year until now.

“Well, sometimes even a Fallen needs a little break, especially one like me who’s always working thanks to a certain woman. An old man like me needs to stretch his joints once in a while… Wanna go fishing?”

The Fallen asked with a hopeful look with his fishing gear in his hands. Akira stared at the man, and then the clock on his wall.

“… You know I have school, right?”

“Please, you’re already at the top of your year, that Sacred Gear of yours comes in handy like that. Besides, surely your peerage wouldn’t miss you for just a day. I doubt that anything wrong can happen in just a few hours.”

A few seconds of considering the offer, Akira sighed as he went to his storage room to grab his fishing pole. He doubts that his luck was so bad that he would miss anything in just a day. And it’s just a few hours, he’ll head to the clubroom when school ends.

What excuse will he give the school? Hmm… Right, he can just use the sick card, no doubt that Azazel didn’t have a clinic for him to use the excuse for, the man dabbled in all sorts of business.

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Huh, his luck actually didn’t fuck him over for once, looks like Michael from above blessed his luck today. Surprisingly, the whole fishing activity was a silent and pleasant experience, plus he was able to skip class and talk and enjoy some time with his legal guardian, so it wasn’t all that bad.

He arrived in the clubroom just in time for a magic circle to appear on the ground. And with a flash of orange…

“Fuu, it’s been a while since I came to the human’s world.”

Riser Phoenix, a handsome man in his 20s with the bad boy look, said while looking at his surroundings before his eyes landed on Buchou who was sitting on her side of the couch, his face of interest smirking with a cocky look.

“My lovely Rias, I’ve came to see you.”

He said before slowly walking to the couch and sitting very close to Buchou. His master on the other hand, looked at him with her eyes half close, clearly frustrated at the man from her expression. Who wouldn’t, she didn’t want to marry this guy, yet her parents were forcing her too.

And then they started talking, he got bored, so he tuned out most of their conversation, opting to read the book on his hand about one’s status in the Underworld, it was an interesting read. Why was he not focusing on the topic? Cause he knows that Riser wouldn’t do shit to Buchou when Grayfia was present in the meeting.

That woman… She was strong, even with her energy suppressed, he could feel the vast difference between himself and her. She was close to Vali’s amount of pressure, maybe a little weaker, but still was near the same level as a full powered White Dragon Emperor.

Changing topics, turns out that most pure-blood devils except for the ones from the 72 demon houses in the Ars Goetia were automatically Low-Class devils upon birth. After that, they along with reincarnated devils were granted the chance to ascend their status in a promotional exam that occurs every 5 years.

The list of status goes as followed: Low-Class -> Middle-Class -> High-Class -> Ultimate-Class -> Super-Devil Class. And each class had three tiers; low, middle, and high.

If he used the current Hyoudou as an example, he was a low Low-Class devil. To get to a mid-Low-Class devil, one has to be able to defeat 5 low Low-Class devils, basically 5x stronger. And then 10x if you wanted to go up the ranks to a high Low-Class devil.

Once you’ve reached the level of high Low-Class, you are applicable to try out for the promotional exam to ascend your status to a low Middle-Class, but the requirements are quite high.

First, you had to pass the written exam with an 80% or higher on Math, Science, and History. The standard of said subjects are usually high school level. Second, you had to impress the examiner of the physical examination, who is usually at high Middle-Class level.

Only 1 out of 10,000 people ascend their status to Middle-Class every promotional exam, which is really low when you consider that the devil population was quite low —

The sudden spike in killing intent caused Akira to close his book and looked ahead of him. Riser had snapped, it seems like from his angered expression, his heavy pressure looming over the ORC group. Fuck, this guy was strong, he definitely stronger than him from the amount of power being exerted from the blond-haired man... For now.

The hair at his back rose from the chills, but he experienced worse before, so he wasn’t as spooked compared to the other members of his team. Hyoudou was staring at the man with fear, while Asia was shaking in her boots. Kiba and Toujou who were standing beside him on the other looked alright, most probably due to the constant exposure of it from Buchou’s fiancée, but their postures were rigid and tense, ready for a confrontation.

Buchou stood up as she glared at the man with all her hatred, an aura of bright crimson covering her body that send a shiver down his spine. The Power of Destruction… This magic that the Bael passed was horrifying, to say the least. Yep, he was more afraid of this power than a flaming chicken.

The heat around the room was getting worse as he could feel his sweat evaporating from the temperature, heat surrounding Riser as his aura. Buchou responded with the same amount of killing intent, her aura flaring denser demonic energy that made him swallow his saliva.

Strong! They were strong even with so less training? No, maybe his memories were wrong, maybe Rias trained like hell, and it was still not enough to beat Riser? All in all, they were strong, stronger than him by a mile. They were definitely mid to high High-Class level right now, while he was still in Middle-Class.

“Ojou-sama, Riser-sama, please calm down. If both of you were to continue, then I won’t be quiet about it. For Sirzechs-sama’s honour, I won’t hold back.”

Buchou and Riser both make a serious face after hearing Grayfia’s quiet and intense voice before the intense pressure started to ramp down.

… Fuck, he played around with his abilities for too long. He was going straight to grinding 24/7 the moment they were relieved from this stupid meeting. Baby steps? Nah, he was going to take strides instead, starting with some kind of magic spell to observe power levels, cause fuck he needed the competition of comparison.

A flash of bright orange shone for a few seconds before a group of girls appeared out of thin air. This must be Riser’s peerage then. Counting their numbers, he starts to note their physique, their postures, everything that stood out to his eyes.

They were 7 versus 16 after all, every advantage is important here. Though he did note that the Phoenix girl was eyeing on him. He winked at the girl when they met eyes, and the blush on her face was super cute.

Ah, and Riser started to kiss with tongue to one of his peerage members to flex his harem to Hyoudou. What a loser, harems are basically impossible to succeed, not that he doesn’t like the idea of liking multiple girls, but the competition for attention in a harem is tough work, even downright annoying and a waste of time due to the number of people one person has to satisfy.

Still though, looks like Riser’s harem was working (somehow) with the way the girls were looking at their man, impressive work. And quite the variety too, he could respect the hustle. Must have gone through a lot of effort, huh — Oh, and Riser was French-kissing another girl. Damn, that’s hot.

Hey, he was a normal hormonal teenager, this shit was fire, pun intended.

Riser then gave Hyoudou that look of superiority after finishing his kiss, to which the dumb idiot got riled up for no reason at all.

“Don’t say what I think you were saying! Damn it! Appear, Boos — “

W-What the? Wait, he’ll just give away their advantage! Before he could finish his sentence, Akira quickly covered the pervert’s mouth and yelled at him with a low tone.

“Shut up! Don’t reveal shit, you idiot, you’re wasting our Rating Game advantage!”

His eyes widened at the realization before nodding, putting away his left arm.

“Ah, yes, the Boosted Gear. A good find, Rias, though he looks exceptionally weak for the Red Dragon Emperor.”

From the expressions of the opposite team, he could only suspect that they had already knew about Hyoudou’s Sacred Gear. Ah, crap, no use hiding it now then.

“Hmm… From what I’ve seen, you have a few new additions. Very well, how about we hold our rating game in 10 days, Rias? To prepare your… Undeveloped team beforehand.”

“…Are you giving me a handicap?”

Rias asked with an angry tone at the shots against her “family”, to which Riser simply hummed.

“Are you against it? Is it humiliating? Rating Games aren’t something that you can win with only your feelings. If you can’t use your servant’s power to the fullest, then you will lose immediately. So, it’s not weird for you to train with your servants for your first Rating Game.

I have seen devils who lost without using their power to the fullest countless of times, no matter how great their potential and power was.”

Her fiancée explained as Buchou simply listened before giving a very off-putting smile, his hand flashing a glow of orange as a magic circle appeared on his palm. He looked at each and every one of the Gremory peerage.

“—10 days. If it’s you, then you should be able to improve your servants… I will see all of you then, farewell.”

The magic circle expanded from his hand and moved to beneath Riser and his peerage before they teleported away.