Under Roy's curious questioning, Kiba began to talk about Souna.
Of course, he only described her as a human student to Roy.
Naturally, he couldn't reveal her life as a Devil.
That was a world ordinary humans couldn't touch.
"I didn't expect Souna to be so impressive. She must have tons of admirers at school," Roy said with a wry, helpless smile after hearing Kiba's explanation.
It was the kind of expression a boy might show when realizing how extraordinary...
"I admire people like you," Kiba said.
Realizing his tone might've been too serious, he flashed a gentle smile.
"By the way, I saw you lingering by the gate earlier. Something up?" Kiba asked, circling back.
"I'll be joining Kuoh Academy after summer vacation, so I figured I'd check out the school before," Roy shrugged lightly.
"But the guards won't let me in, so I was about to head out."
"Kuoh Academy stays closed to outsiders, even during holidays."
Roy moved quickly.
After Jason investigated details about Kuoh Town and Kuoh Academy, he booked a flight the same day.
Spending a day tying up loose ends, Roy boarded a plane from the UK to Kuoh Town, Japan, the next morning.
"Still got a lot on my plate," he muttered.
Exiting the airport, he headed to a hotel.
After stowing his luggage, he collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion etched on his face.
Money wasn't an issue, but handling logistics from the ...
[Replicated Ability: Hell Fire
Quality: C
Effects:
1) Has a healing effect. If the host is injured, Hell Fire can heal to a certain extent.
2) Consume demonic power/magic power/vitality to transform the body into flames, rendering some external physical attacks ineffective.
3) Hell Fire can be used as a means of attack.
]
Roy's eyes lit up as he glanced at the effects.
"Not bad at all," he murmured.
Hell Fire was essentially a subset of...
Roy hadn't known about this so-called engagement before, and even after learning of it, he didn't take it seriously.
If they wanted to break it off, so be it.
Aside from Riser's attitude, Ravel's was quite pleasant.
Roy felt no humiliation, no need to spout clichés.
Truthfully, he was grateful for their visit.
Their arrival had jumpstarted the system, absorbing enough dimension points to awaken it early.
Without them, relying on the system's first me...
Roy's words made both Riser and Ravel visibly tense.
The accusation of being ungrateful carried immense weight.
For aristocrats like them, it was a crushing blow.
Devils, despite their infamous reputation, were renowned for their honor.
In both the human world and beyond, their credibility was a cornerstone of their influence.
In some ways, devils were more credible than certain angels.
Historically, their fearsome image meant credibility was their on...
'The second method—does it refer to the characters I know from my memories?'
Roy asked, voicing the question nagging at him.
[The host can understand it that way.]
[These characters significantly impact their world and may even influence other worlds. As such, they carry substantial dimension points to absorb.]
'Just a simple touch, right?' Roy pressed.
Though he mostly grasped it, he wanted to be certain.
[As you did when touching Ravel Phenex, ph...
Hearing the system's voice, Roy was startled, then thrilled.
This was the ultimate safety net for a transmigrator.
Especially knowing he was in High School DxD—a world where supernatural creatures ran rampant.
A system like this was exactly what he needed to feel secure.
This world was one where mystery thrived.
Gods, devils, yokai, angels, dragons—supernatural creatures—were not only real but highly active.
Biblical mythology, Norse mythologyâ€...
Both were taken aback by Roy's attitude.
They clearly hadn't expected an ordinary person, in their eyes, to treat them so brusquely.
"How rude, you brat!"
Enraged by Roy's words, Riser's face twisted into a fierce scowl, as if he were about to lash out.
He glared viciously at Roy.
"Onii-chan, calm down. We're here on business today," Ravel said, casting a displeased glance at her brother.
She scolded, "You don't want me to return empty-handed beca...
"A ceiling..."
The pink haired boy, about sixteen or seventeen, woke up on a soft, luxurious bed.
His slightly confused face carried a hint of sleepiness, and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
After a few minutes in a daze, the boy finally came to his senses, his bewildered eyes gradually clearing.
He had confirmed one thing.
He had transmigrated.
His name was Roy Flott, and he hailed from UK on Earth.
The boy whose body Roy now inhabited was ...