DxD: Emperor of Chaos

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CHAPTER 1

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To think that falling from a flight of stairs would grant him such a boon. To be fair, he was definitely sure that he died at the moment of impact when his head crashed onto the sharp edge of the staircase.

But, he survived due to his red gauntlet of his that he instinctively called out for when falling.

This gauntlet, a Sacred Gear, has been with him ever since he, embarrassingly, tried to channel a Kamehameha from Drag-So-Ball. Don’t look at him like that, he was 6 when he tried it, watching Goku shoot his full power Kamehameha against Piccolo was peak back in the day.

Anyways, he would have definitely stayed dead if it weren’t for his Sacred Gear. From the other set of memories that he got, it looks like everyone who has one had heightened physiology… Unless you were Hyoudou.

Seriously, fuck the guy. He didn’t even appear in the light novel, but instead, the damn pervert was the main character of this world? Man, his luck sucked ass.

His Sacred Gear that he thought was OP as shit, his precious Twice Critical, was considered fodder and trash. Hyoudou however, had the Boosted Gear, containing the soul of a dragon that could kill a God. And to add insult to injury, his Twice Critical was the by-product of the dragon of the Boosted Gear being killed and sealed into the Sacred Gear.

He had never felt even more pissed at the guy before.

“Man, calm down Akira...”

Ever since he awakened his Twice Critical, his emotions, especially rage and greed, had amped up to an eleven. Maybe it was due to the dragon Sacred Gear that causes it, but damn was the emotion of greed useful.

He’d never admit it to anyone else, but at the age after he got his Sacred Gear, he hated how his thin ass body looked because of money issues. And how his bullies always smacked him around because of his size and miniscule muscle mass.

Thanks to them, he forced himself to start working out in a nearby gym while working for the venue as a receptionist for money to get more food. In just 6 months, he beat his bullies to the ground and had a physical power of an adult.

How was it possible? Twice Critical. The Sacred Gear can Boost one’s physical and magical prowess by two times, but the Boost is actually conceptual, meaning that not only does it increase my physical body, it can also Boost his cellular functions two folds, meaning more gains in the gym and higher recovery rate as long as he had the stamina for it.

Fuck, it was the only reason how he even managed to get the attention from the supernatural. Damn crow really loves abnormal humans who play outside the system. Now that he thought about it, they hadn’t visited this month, they must be coming soon then… Ah, crap, he was going to get a whooping then.

The staircase falling happened yesterday in the evening. It was now daytime, just before 6 a.m. Getting out of bed, he quickly focused on both his hands before clenching them both tightly.

Kickstarting the “engines” with his magical energy that is innate in his body, with a quick shine of white, he watched as the light moulded into two gauntlets that reached his elbows.

The left one, blood-red with roughly shaped, jagged scales and a green orb decorated on the back side of the palm, with sharp golden claws that resembled fangs.

And the right one, pure white with cleanly cut, smooth scales along with a blue orb decorated similar to its counterpart, with rounded edged black obsidian claws.

Yep, because of his second death that lasted for just a few seconds, the Heaven System apparently granted him another Sacred Gear. Along with the Twice Critical that he was born with, he obtained the Dual Deteriorate, the by-product of the Divine Dividing.

Seems like dying was good for the soul, huh? A set of new memories that made him aware of all the bullshit that was going to happen in a few months’ time, and a new Sacred Gear that was as powerful as his Twice Critical, which was already precious in his eyes.

Imagine if he had been luckier with the Sacred Gear gacha or if he had been born a few years earlier than Vali, he would have gotten the Boosted Gear and the Divine Dividing… Well, if only his luck was that good, hahaha! Ha… Man, fuck you, luck.

Now, 2 hours before class starts. Better get his morning workout done by then!

[BOOST!]

And his gains and recovery rate just multiplied by 2 times, this gauntlet is amazing.

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And now he’s hungry. Looking in his wallet, he winced at the amount remaining.

“Ah, crap.”

He’ll have enough for lunches for the week, but not enough for dinners unless he takes some of his scholarship money out, which he wants to avoid as much as possible. Allowance was next week, so he’ll have to starve or something until then. Fuck, he shouldn’t have bought those weights, damn impulses.

His Twice Critical seriously was the best thing that happened in his life, it made budgeting food so much easier, since he could Boost the amount of carbohydrate, fat, and protein gained from just rice by two times, making him feel fuller.

Thank you, Heaven System, for granting him this amazing Sacred Gear. Still doesn’t help him pay for his meals though.

Sitting down in his seat, and ignoring the straining of his chair, he quickly placed all his stationary in his drawer for convenient use before tossing a packet of sweets to his left. A small petite arm grabbed it mid-flight before skilfully unwrapping it and chucking it into her mouth.

And in turn, the amber-eyed girl handed him a stack of bento boxes that screamed luxury. Akira had a grin on his face as he patted the top container before keeping it in his bag safely.

Nice, he doesn’t need to spend money on lunch anymore.

“I knew being your one and only friend was worth it.”

The girl’s eyebrow raised as she stared at him with a deadpanned expression. Everyone, meet Toujou Koneko, the Rook Piece of the Gremory Peerage.

“The Occult Research Club.”

“Eh, semantics. Anyways, Himejima-san must be really rich to gift me so many bentos every few days without anything in return.”

“… She says that it helps train her cooking skills.”

Akira nods with his thumb and index finger on his chin, that was something that the Great Onee-sans of Kuoh would say, as expected from a perfect Japanese woman, they really have the food and personality aspect down to a T.

And not to mention, the raven-haired girl was beautiful as hell, that inhumanly voluptuous body was to kill for —

*STAB!*

“Kugh!”

A sudden pain in his ribs caused Akira to clutch it in pain.

“You just thought about something perverted, Ryuuto.”

Koneko said with her usual emotionless voice as he grinned sheepishly at being exposed.

“Well… At least I’m not like the Perverted Trio, I keep it inside like the rest of us men.”

“Hmm…”

And there she goes, staring out of the window while savouring her sweets.

Ouch, her stab really hurt, damn devil biology giving a petite white-haired girl that’s half his size the power of a superhuman!

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Different.

Her mind keeps on chanting the word over and over again as she watches the human walk back to his home through the windows of her class.

Ryuuto Akira felt different.

The dragon smell on the human spiked, two folds, and his abnormal magical energy that already dwarfed normal human standards rose to an unfathomable amount. In her calculations, he was now nearing high Low-Class level power which was impressive considering the fact that he was entirely human.

She had kept a close eye on the boy ever since they were in the same classroom two years ago in middle school, and never had she felt such an increase in power before, even with his unusual patterns of growth that he experienced throughout the years.

She told Buchou about it, but she simply shrugs it off. From the energy readings, his Sacred Gear was weak, most likely a Twice Critical, a common Sacred Gear. But…

“Dangerous.”

The dragon smell was messing up with her brain, making her feel fuzzy. The smell is just… Mmn, her brain goes weird if she breathes the thick smell in too much. She should reduce contact with him.

… But she could gain a resistance over the pervert Hyoudou too, since Buchou is gunning for him. Most likely he would join the peerage, and the pervert had a denser though weaker dragon smell.

If pervert Hyoudou’s dragon smell was a scent of high-quality perfume that was applied hours ago, Ryuuto’s dragon smell was a sniff of condensed low-quality perfume from the source itself.

Why couldn’t Buchou see that Ryuuto was the better choice to reincarnate into a devil? He’s strong, has discipline, not a pervert that screams to fondle chests at every second, smart enough to get a scholarship, and if he became a devil his power would burst through Middle-Class towards High-Class like them, he’s —

… She’ll keep hanging out with Ryuuto then. Just for the resistance, nothing more nothing less.

She should go punch some things, to forget about Ryuuto. Buchou wouldn’t mind if she pops a few punching bags.