I know, a new story. Sigh, I did NOT expect myself writing another one so soon but the ideas just got too big for me and I reach a block on my other fics so there is that.

Now, this fic is open for ideas for all. Peerage members and possible harem is all on the open, the MC can get characters from other fandoms as well but the main thing is that this IS a highschool DxD fic. Now, to the story.

Pain... Pain filled his body, overflowing through every cell in my being.

He lay on the ground, covered in numerous injuries from the recent 'session' that he had, though if anyone were to ask (not like anybody would with his experiences with this wretched society), then he would simply say this would be a normal thing. If anything, this pain he'd been feeling? Its one of the lesser forms he'd endured over the years.

A sickening feeling wells up inside his throat as much as he tried to resist it, but he luckily swallow it down. He needed all the energy he could so he could recover, even if its for the next session those scumbags called 'family' have planned for him. If he lacked the energy, he'd die, and there's NO FUCKING WAY he'll let THAT happen! Not until he have his revenge against those he hated, the unfairness that he sees and feels in his bones!

It had always been like this, looking up at the infernal purple skies belonging to this unforgiving underworld while praying to nobody, that no one noticed his existence in this patch of grass so he could wait for his body to recover enough for him to move again.

Closing his eyes, he hold back tears as he remembered his past, of his last 8 years in this shit life he had been forced to live up until now, not to mention his desire to get his well-deserved revenge. His and of the hundreds more that were like him, but went by unnoticed by the oh so powerful 'Satans' and those they were bound to call 'Masters' even if they never did a damn thing to deserve any form of respect.

Shit, just remembering this made his stomach churn, which is actually kind of funny since quite literally nothing else but his own mind can make that. Anyway, now that he had rested for a while he had found his body ready to move again, thus he couldn't stay in one place for too long as his 'family' might find him again to try and keep doing their 'experiments'.

He hated them, he hated ALL of them, but worse he hated his own weakness more than all of that.

Why did he have to be born like this? Such an abnormal being like him should have never been born!

Marco Abbadon, this young child was an interesting case no matter how you look at him. Born from a pure devil from the Abbadon family and a damphir from the Tepes faction in a political marriage he was despised by both parents since he was born. Neither wanted the reunion and both considered Marco a mark of their misery, thus the name.

To say that Marco had any talent would... sadly be one big lie. Not only did he not inherit the Bloodlines of his father's clan, the Abbadon, but his mother who belonged to the Tepes Vampire faction found that he had not inherited even the most basic of vampire traits. He had only inherited the looks and physical abilities of his parents, though that would be NOTHING in their eyes. In their eyes, he was one of their WORST failures, a stain on their reputations who had no ability to speak of, which only made his situation worse.

Not only this, but they also hated this fact as one of the strongest members of the Abbadon family possessed such a nobody, it completely blew their minds... and not in a good way. They had subjected him to all sorts of tests to see what had gone wrong, but they hadn't found a single thing. Nothing. Nada. Not like Devils had good technology though, in fact their technology would be classed as rather primitive compared to their knowledge of Magic, and even that Marco had no talent for. As for pure breed vampires, not only did it seem like he had none of the vampiric traits and powers they were meant to possess, but in actual physical ability even a child Vampire could beat Marco, which only made his situation worse. It was a stain and shame to both sides, a useless nobody born who failed to meet expectations... it would only be natural to be seen with hatred instead.

Instead of being painstakingly taught anything despite his lack of talent, or be presented to society like any other Devil should when he got to the age of four, Marco had been sent to 'train' in the mountains isolated to society and all alone. Both clans hoped he would die there, especialy since he was in somewhere where the animals were considerably salvage and deadly with most of the flora around containing poison.

However, things did not go so well... for the two clans anyways.

Despite the odds, Marco had managed to survive and make his way through the ordeal.

He killed and almost got killed dozens of times during the one year period he was left there. He had been cold, alone, and afraid the entire time but he managed to survive. However, what surprised his 'family' the most was how easily he could eat poisonous fruits and grass like they were actually consumable.

It had caused them to be curious, and after some tests which rivaled that of torture experts if the many nights of helpless screaming by Marco had been any indication, it had been discovered that... well, he had a certain 'anomaly' to him. One that barely anyone took notice since it happened in such a low key fashion, but since it hadn't been anything related to a Sacred Gear or anything miraculous, they'd just dismissed it. Since it didn't seem very significant or powerful, both clans decided not to even give it a name, seeing it as just a genetic flaw that the 'nobody' possessed. They wouldn't be necessarily wrong either, as this anomaly's only power was allowing the user to eat anything and not suffer any negative side effect from it. A side effect uniting the power to create holes to consume all in space and the power to manipulate the blood and in a minor way body that a vampire had, a mutation and unison of powers that did more harm than good for the child.

It may sound amazing, but it really isn't. Marco's 'Anomaly' had no attacking property and his mouth could still be wounded so while saying that he could eat anything is not wrong it doesn't mean that he could, for instance, eat a moving sword as it would still cut his mouth and head off.

This, however, opened a new way to try and get something out of this boy. A rather... sadistic, twisted way which no parent should ever condone. Buuuuuut, considering who Marco's parents had been... yeah. They let it happen without a care in the world.

He would be forcefully fed demonic beast flesh, something that was utterly unedible for anyone else, just to see if it had any positive effect. When it showed that it was a failure the scientists of the Old Satan faction started using Marco as a test subject to test many things, he would eat disgusting things and some that he would rather not think about just to see if he could get anything out of it. Some were good, some were simply terror-inducing for the young child, especially when considering that whenever he showed any signs of rebelling or fighting back, he would be harshly punished for the crime of 'not knowing his place in society'. Usually the poison would be then served to him and possibly injected as well to see if the reaction would be different, of course, Marco spent many sleepless nights gasping for air in his lonely room or on the care of some old servant that would ensure that Marco would not die as he was such an important piece for their future pure society with what information they could obtain from using Marco's body.

Society, that was one fancy and meaningless term for Marco. He was never part of any society, as far as he knows there was no such thing as society and all that matters is power. Society never helped him, society allowed him and the other experiments to keep going, society allowed the evil pieces, those diabolical things that would force servitude on others and punish them if they did anything wrong.

Those things should not be used on anyone if someone were to ask Marco. He would say openly that if it was up to him only criminals and those who were deserving of bad things or those willing should become devils, others should not get involved in this shit!

Yes, he was a devil but this didn't stop his hatred towards the race, and to be more specific the Old Satan faction that his `loving family` belonged to. He had once seen one of the satans, he was a tall red-haired male that looked elegant and strong. Marco was dressed as a serving boy, a chain on his neck to help further indicate his status as a slave but the Satan did not even raise an eyebrow at this. He was so worried for politics that he did nothing even when one of the servants was killed for no good reason right in front of him, he just chastised the master of the house for a bit but took no actual action.

Bullshit, this was not how things should be. Marco had been holding himself in hope when he saw the Satan Lucifer, but was left disappointed.

He was not the hero he had once heard in the stories some of the older devils tell about the war, he was just a coward that was too weak to actually forcing the devil society to change properly.

But then... something happened which changed things for him... DRASTICALLY.

"Ugh!"

"Tch! Looks like the brat's anomaly saved him yet again. Here I hoped he would have been killed already, saves us all these precious resources..."

"Hey, look at the bright side. We can keep testing items to see what can make us stronger!"

Once again Marco cried out as he got tossed back into his cell, his body bleeding all over from countless injuries inflicted upon his person when he had performed a reflexive reaction during the recent 'experiment'. The ones who had done this deed, two men in lab coats whilst being escorted by dark clothed guards with spears, scowled in disgust with him, like the usual before they hauled off to do whatever. It wasn't like Marco even cared at this point anymore. Nope, not with all the shit he had been through.

Coughing filled his room as Marco struggled to regain his breath, suppressing his urge to cry out from the pain of whatever had been injected into him by his oppressors, not like the Guards outside cared. They just watched and smirked, sadistic pleasure in their eyes as they watched him roil and writhe on the floor in complete agony. Like a child in pain qualified as extreme entertainment for them, heck they even began making wagers on how long he would last before unconsciousness kicked in.

Bursts of rage and hatred swelled in his chest, but Marco did the usual and suppressed it, allowing him to stay in peace... well, as much peace as he could afford since the guards outside didn't restrain their conversations around him. So sure that he wouldn't be able to do anything to them even if he tried, and as much as Marco loathed to admit it, they weren't wrong in these opinions.

Why...?

Why was he born like this...?

Why did he have to be born without talent?

Without the bloodlines that his parents had?

Would things have been better if he had them?

Those questions occasionally came to his mind whenever he had sunken to his lowest moments, however, he never really pondered them too much. Especially since he had seen even those who had SOME kind of talent during his days as a slave, and some of them looked to have gone through similar fates that he had on a constant basis. Of course theirs weren't NEARLY as extreme as his, but you get the gist.

As he lay there on the floor of his cell, trembling from the pain inflicted upon him by whatever foreign substance which had been injected into him, Marco gazed at his shaking hand since he lay on his side, slowly gripping it into a fist from the suppressed rage inside. How he hated, how he LOATHED himself right now. To be so weak, pitiful and helpless that he couldn't even defend against those who would dare to harm him. The thought of protecting others didn't even cross his mind one bit, no his mind only locked on to the dream of one day getting out of here and exacting his revenge. Revenge on his family, butchering them in all sorts of heinous ways, ways which would have made Vlad the Impaler blush crimson in mortification over. Butcher the Satans for being so pathetic that they can't change Devil Society by force, and last but not least, butcher the entire Devil race! In his eyes, they had their chances and they didn't change, thus they no longer deserved the right to live. Not in his mind!

He wanted to kill...

He wished he could just get out of here and get his revenge! No, he NEEDED IT! Otherwise he'd never be able to die in peace!

His very SOUL demanded it!

Marco gritted his teeth as a fire began to burn in his eyes, a fire which nobody would see nor would they care about. It often happened, but nothing ever came of it since it would be snuffed out by the cold, harsh reality he had been born in. If... if there was really no way that he could be helped, if he didn't have the talent to succeed in anything, then how could he get stronger? How could he strive to achieve what he most desired in this rotten, twisted world? Those who had talent were worlds apart from those without it, that had been a lesson that Marco had learned since the beginning, from his family no less. No, they were never family, they didn't deserve that title nor would they EVER! They deserved only to die, just like the Devils! Just like the Vampires! He would make them pay for this... he would make them pay...

IF IT WERE THE LAST THING HE DID!

'PFT.'

A gasp tore free from his lips when he heard the sound of something trying to suppress laughter. It echoed right in the depths of his ears like it had been uttered from somewhere that close. Eyes wide with shock in them, Marco hastily looked around without care for how injured his body had become searching for the source. The only thing he could see near him would be the guards to his Cell, playing some Poker or some kind of card game, he had no care for that.

'Was I hallucinating just now...? Did I just...'

'WELL, LOOK WHOSE FINALLY DECIDED TO WAKE UP! GEEZ, YA SHOULDA JUST DONE SO SOONER, YA IDIOT! IF YA DID, YA WOULD HAVE GONE THROUGH MUCH LESS HASSLE, I ASSURE YOU!'

All of a sudden, Marco heard that voice once more. Now that he heard it again, one Marco just KNEW it wasn't the guards, neither of them would have been able to sound so... twisted, dark and yet so familiar to him that he would have choked on the word doppelganger. This time, he felt SURE his mind wasn't playing tricks on him like it sometimes did when the pain got so intense that he began hallucinating, but that left the identity of the voice in question. Who was it, and why did he feel so... terrified, so mortified yet excited at the same time?

Before he could say anything though, something which likely would have made him look a bit crazy to any onlookers (though that might just make them more 'curious' about him), something began to happen before his very eyes. In front of him, everything, as in EVERYTHING, began getting drained of its colour, similar to liquids being sucked out of an object through a straw. The colour bled away like the thick, crimson blood which flowed through his veins, Marco knew this due to seeing it more times than he'd care to mention. In place of that colour, the edges of the cell began to spew out thick waves of crimson, like waterfalls or tears which replaced the colours, every kind of motion and sound stopping all the while. In no time at all, Marco found himself within a purely crimson space, no signs of him being in a room at all, instead he seemed to be lying atop a crimson pool of blood, he knew this from the scent he smelled.

'Wh-What...?'

Stunned, Marco soon found his ability to move restored, so he slowly yet surely shifted into a position similar to being on all fours, only his head hang low until he lifted it up to look around. Shock, confusion and worry filled his being, yet also there seemed to be a touch of... familiarity to this place. Why was that? Why did he feel so drawn to this place, alongside this surge of immense... joy? Like he freaking belonged here? Marco wasn't sure as he slowly got to his feet, not wanting to be lying down anymore. Reminded him too much of how shitty his life had been since his birth, it did. "This place... Its..." Whatever he wanted to say absolutely refused to leave his throat, such was the effect this place had on him.

"FINALLY! TOOK YA LONG ENOUGH TO COME HERE, NOW THE 'REAL' FUN WILL BE ABLE TO BEGIN!"

Once again, that voice sounded, and just when Marco felt his patience reaching its limits with it, the male saw something in the distance, something he squinted his eyes at to get a better look thanks to this place being covered by crimson fog. At first, it looked like a blurry black silhouette, but soon it gained a human shape... until it finally left the smoke to stand before him. And boy what a sight it was.

"Y-You...!"

Before him, well, was what he could only describe as an exact doppelganger of himself. Right down to a T... then again, his eyes were different, as instead of the deep blue eyes that Marco possessed, these ones glowed with a sinister crimson, similar to the Vampires but oh so much worse. Vampires tend to have that cold, chilly gaze in their red eyes, but this guy? No, he had the exact opposite, the feeling of an infernal malice directed at whatever caught his ire. Gazing into those eyes sent no small amounts of chills down his spine, yet Marco didn't feel any kind of threat coming from him, either.

The Doppelganger of him then looked down at himself, whistling before he began dusting himself off by patting his hands down his body. "HEH, WELL I'LL GIVE YA ONE THING RIGHT, BROTHER, YOU DEFINITELY MADE IT EASY FOR ME TO ASSUME THIS FORM. MEANS YA STILL HAVEN'T LOST YOUR REBELLIOUS SPIRIT YET."

At this point, Marco didn't know what else to say, other than the following: "Um... not to be rude or anything, but who the hell are you? Why the fuck do you look like a red eyed copycat of me? What the FUCK is going on here?" Marco exclaimed, growing more and more frustrated with each word. By the end of his questions, he looked like he had ran a marathon or had gone through several hardcore experiments from his family at once.

Still, this didn't bother the doppelganger though, as he simply waved him off in a dismissive manner. "WELL, HERE'S THE ORDER: I'M YOU, OR TO BE MORE ACCURATE THE SACRED GEAR IN YOUR SOUL GIVEN PHYSICAL FORM INN YOUR PSYCHE, WHICH EXPLAINS WHY I LOOK LIKE THIS. I DO THIS WITH ALL MY WIELDERS, YA SEE? ANYWAYS, SINCE YOUR HERE IN THIS SPACE, IT MEANS THAT YOUR FINALLY READY TO AWAKEN."

"Huh? Awaken to what?"

"WHY YOUR NEW POWER OF COURSE. I SUPPOSE I SHOULD START FROM THE BEGINNING, HUH? WELL, TAKE A SEAT FIRST, BROTHER, CAUSE THIS ONE'S GONNA BE A DOOZY."

The doppelganger, or rather Marco's Sacred Gear apparently, spoke whilst he and Marco sat in the Japanese sitting position in the centre of the pool, before going on to explain things in greater detail. "ALRIGHT, NOW LETS START WITH WHO I AM. WELL, THERE'S A LOT ABOUT ME YOU'RE NOT REALLY STRONG ENOUGH FOR YET, BUT SUFFICE IT TO SAY THAT I'M A SACRED GEAR UNSEEN FOR SO LONG THAT I'VE FADED FROM HISTORY. NOBODY RECALS MY LAST WIELDER ANYMORE, AND IF I'M HONEST THATS A GOOD THING... FOR YOU, ANYWAYS AS HE WAS FUCKING PATHETIC." his Doppelganger explained, causing Marco to nod. The fact that he had a Sacred Gear aside, which must have came from his mother thanks to her having human blood in her, having a Sacred Gear nobody knew about afforded him PLENTY of advantages. "GET TO BALANCE BREAKER AND THAT'LL CHANGE THOUGH BROTHER, SINCE YOU'LL BE STRONG ENOUGH TO CAUSE ANY FACTION LEADER IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD TO TREMBLE IN TERROR!"

"Wait, so your my Sacred Gear from my mom's side, but since you've faded from history… does that mean you have no name?" Marco questioned, frowning. If he didn't know what to call this blessing, then how would he use its power in battle effectively? People tend to call out their Sacred Gears' names before they attack, so maybe he should learn not to do that?

Hearing this caused the Doppelganger to shake his head. "LETS TALK NAMES LATERS, WE GOT BIGGER FISH TO FRY. NOW, THANKS TO YOU BEING QUARTER HUMAN THANKS TO THAT BITCH, WHEN I MADE YOU MY HOST I MAAAY HAVE ENDED UP ABSORBING YOUR ORIGINAL POWERS, LEAVING YOU WITH ONLY THAT HALF-ASSED EATING ANOMOLY INSTEAD. SORRY 'BOUT THAT, BUT HEY AT LEAST IT HELPED ME MUTATE INTO A DIFFERENT VARIATION OF MYSELF WHICH I'M SURE YOU'LL LOVE ONCE YOU GET A HANG OF USING ME. ESPECIALLY SINCE IT HELPED ME BETTER FIT INTO YOUR BODY AND TO REACH AN EVER BETTER LEVEL OF THE ABILITY THAN WHAT I HAD IN MY PAST." He explained further, to which Marco summarized it in his head.

'So, basically what he's saying is that my Sacred Gear took my Bloodlines from me at birth and left me in that state, huh...?' he thought, a flash of fury erupting in his chest. However, Marco didn't act on it, knowing that even those who have some talent can sometimes end up under the heels of those who have more status. He'd seen it before, so even if he had some talent in his arsenal back then, he likely could have ended up in a similar position. Nothing in life was guaranteed after all, you know. Still, that anomaly had been what had saved him during that 'training' in the mountains, so he guessed he should be thankful for that at least. Now though, not only does it have its original blood powers but also his time and space abilities too which came from his Abaddon bloodline. "So, all this means that... I can start training and stuff...?" he questioned hopefully.

Something which increased when his Sacred Gear grew an increasingly shark-like grin. "OOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH, DEFINITELY. YOU MIGHT WANNA TRY IN SECRET THOUGH TILL YOU CAN ESCAPE THIS PLACE. I'LL DO WHAT I CAN ON MY END, BUT IN THE END YOU'LL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING YOURSELF." He advised, which Marco nodded in agreement. He would rather do that anyways, since it showed he would finally, FINALLY be stepping out the cage of which he had been in his entire life. "HECK, WHEN YOU REACH YOUR POTENTIAL, I BET YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE ANY FACTION LEADER SHUDDER IN THEIR USELESS UNDERWEAR, BROTHER! LOOK FORWARD TO BECOMING A REAL POWERHOUSE IN THE FUTURE! AFTER ALL A DESCENDANT OF THE FIRST ABBADOM MUST BE ABLE OF AT LEAST MAKE EVERYONE FEAR HIS NAME OR HE TRULY IS LETTING HIMSELF DOWN."

Honestly, Marco needed no further encouragement. To be frank, he couldn't wait to get started, even if these last few words were a bit worrying. Did his dacred gear spirit actually met the first ancestor? Well, whatever. As long as he got strong enough he couldn't care about anything else.

Strength, that is all that mattered for him as a devil.

And so, after that night, Marco began to secretly train. Not that it was hard for him, he only needed to Channel his Sacred Gear's power of space to open a hole and go somewhere else as long as the distance wasn't too big and he could imagine the destination clearly. Heck, one time Marco had questioned just how strong his Sacred Gear was, and you know what he said?

'HEH, LETS JUST SAY THAT THE CRISTIAN GOD WAS NOT ESPECIALLY GREAT IN MY EYES BACK THEN AND LEAVE IT AT THAT.'

Yep, Marco suddenly felt like luck was finally giving him a boon.

Though, he had to use his powers to train sparingly since in the beginning, he wouldn't be strong enough to stop his family if they grew suspicious of him. For so long he had spent his life as useless nobody, and because of that if he started showing weird behaviour, then he would be viciously punished by his family. Thus, he had trained many times in secret, trying to understand his own powers.

Thus, when Marco tried one day to actually flee this place, he ended up opening a hole to go somewhere else, but as his image was not well-formed Marco was launched somewhere he did not expect.

The Dimensional Gap.

Marco knew of this place, heck even a toddler would know of it. The Dimensional gap was a place in-between dimensions themselves, a space in which ordinarily people wouldn't survive. The energies in this place would cause their bodies to disintegrate into nothingness, however Marco's Sacred Gear prevented that with its power. As such, he'd be able to stay in this place indefinitely. Even so, however, despite knowing of this place from when he had heard some of the more 'fanatical' Devils talk about it, Marco couldn't help but be overjoyed, to the point of even shedding tears of blood. When he got there it was the first time he actually was in peace, there was no one else to annoy him and nothing to disturb him, he was only himself and it was wonderful.

Following his arrival in this place, Marco lived his life training here for hundreds of years, he had shared his experiences and conversed with Great Red a number of times, which was enough for the red dragon to grant him permission to stay here as long as he wanted. For Great Red it didn't much matter since he could fly for hundreds of years and never run out of places to fly to so him being here meant nothing much at all.

Marco laughed when he realised that, he finally could take the first step to grow stronger properly, he would not waste his time at all. He had to grow strong and quickly, the Old Satan faction ould make their move within the decade and Marco would not let some dumbskull take away his prey. Heck, he'd do this with his Sacred Gear by his side, something which he had decided to give a name fitting of its status:

The Chaotic Blood Eater, Or Chaos Eater for short.

However, he still was not strong enough. His demonic powers were underdeveloped even though the spirit of his sacred gear instructed him multiple times, he just couldn't use the power correctly.

After standing up again after the pursuit from the Old Satan faction scientists and looking down at the cold ground Marco decided that enough was enough. He could already hear the hellhounds searching for him, living like what he was living was not something he could take anymore. He had decided that he might as well not be on the Underworld anymore and so he opened a hole in space and traveled to the space gap, he would just fully focus on training and if e was even hungry he would just eat rocks that floated around and if he died of hunger than he would do something about it when the time came.

And so, his training began when he was a bit over 7 years old. He quickly gre in strength... was not what happened.

'AGAIN, WHAT IS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND FOR YOU?! AS A DEVIL YOUR MAGIC HAS THREE PARTS THAT IS NEEDED AND AS LONG AS YOU HAVE THOSE YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! SO WHY, WHY CAN'T YOU GO AND DO SOMETHING WITH IT ALREADY?'

"If I knew that I wouldn't bother listening to you, you annoying old monster!" Marco said to himself, he had just escaped from his tormentors and managed to reach a place where he could have peace. He was even lucky enough that his sacred gear spirit had enough knowledge that he could teach him in devil magic and some other forms, but there were some problems

Marco's body was weak and his magic was nothing that great due to how weak his body was and thus restraining his ability to accumulate magic and have it in his body, there was nothing he could do about that as he barelly could eat anything in this place and even before he usually only ate the tests given to him and those had no nutritious factor to it. He was, currently, just skin and bones with an emancipated look and sunken eyes.

'AND AGAIN I TELL YOU TO JUST TRY HARDER! YOU HAVE LOW POWER, TRUE, BUT IF YOUR IMAGINATION IS TOO WEAK NO MATTER HOW STRONG YOUR WILL IS THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN DO ANYTHING USEFUL!'

Yes, the biggest problem was that Marco had no imagination. Devil magic was, in fact, ridiculously easy and dificult to grasp.

There were three factors to it. Power to fuel the magic; Imagination to construct the magic itself; and finally the Willpower, this was the most mysterious factor as those with stronger willpower could trample over others with comparable Power and Imagination.

The fact was that even IF Marco had enough power he had no imagination. He needed to experience life to get any stronger as, otherwise, he would simply remain weak.

He also knew that he had only three more years to get at the level of a high-class devil as he wanted a peerage. He wanted to create an ACTUAL family for himself, but it looked impossible right now as his powers were just too weak.

Of course, he could always just wait longer to try and obtain a peerage, but he knew for a fact that the older a person was the higher the standards to obtain a peerage and after a certain age it would be impossible without a Satan intervening to help and Marco would rather die than get help from those incompetent idiots.

'Why not go to other words then?' A booming voice said, Great Red was standing to the side and watching the back and forth between Marco and his sacred gear spirit.

"Huh?"

'I mean, it is not that hard for you to open portals, right? Then just go somewhere and get your hands in some way to grow stronger there and eat some good food. Oh, but for you to go you must do something for me.' Great Red said. In most people's eyes Great Red looked like a mighty and strong creature but for Marco who was just a child he just thought of Great Red like an annoying uncle or someone bored out of his mind.

He was not wrong about the 'bored' part.

"And what you want?"

'Simple, tell me the stories of the places you visit and come here regularly! I want to know more stuff and get something to quench my boredom.'

"Sure, but do you know anywhere good to start?"

'I think I do, it is there.' Great Red said and with a wave of his claw one star in the distance shinned a bit brighter. The 'stars' in the sky of this dimmension are simply the pathways between dimensions. Unless someone had the guidance of the current king of the Dimensional Gap it was nigh impossible to reach other dimmensions but if you get his authorization it would be quite easy to travel to other worlds.

Especially for a certain boy who could open holes through reality to teleport.

With a smile and a nod he opened a portal and left the Dimensional Gap. He had somewhere new to go and a possible adventure in front of him. For some unknown reason for him this thought was enough to make him get a smile on his face.

Why, why did he think things would be any different? Of course he would be stuck on the middle of an island in the middle of nowhere because, why the fuck not!

Sighing Marco looked around, even if alone at least this was still a 'chill' place. There was nothing there, true, but at least it was peaceful and there were some golden thingies around. He just found it weird that there was a plaque that was writen 'Congrats for finding the One Piece, signed Gol D. Roggers! Also, congrats for becoming the second pirate king, I hope second place feels good.'.

Marco could not understand what it all meant, but he honestly didn't care much. At least this place lacked anyone to annoy him and he could understand the language around.

There were also books. Books!

It was not something he ever expected to see, he never saw books before except those being used to register what would be given to him to eat and the results afterward.

Opening one Marco was flagbastered by what he saw.

"This guy's letters suck. I am a part devil and even I barelly understand what he is writing." Marco said to himself outloud, even if the spirit of his sacred gear fully agreed with him.

However, it was still an interesting read nonetheless. It spoke of something called Haki and retold stories that looked straight out of a fantasy book. It was fantastic to read for sure. There was just so many things here, but the most important thing for Marco was when he smelled something in the distance.

It was something he never expected smelling again.

Food, or to be more precise fruits. It was something he didn't taste since he was on that forest fighting to survive.

Using his nose he followed to where the smell was the strongest and there it was. There were a whole bunch of fruits in there, all looking as normal as the ones he saw before. They just lacked the extremely sweet smell and the barbs, instead they had weird wirpols in them.

Not that it mattered, Marco could only throw himself at the fruits and quickly shoved three fruits at once in his mouth. The taste was a bit bad, true, but compared to his usual 'meals' it was even flavory.

He was about to take one more when-

'MARCOS, STOP! WE CAN'T EAT MORE OF THOSE FOR NOW!'

Marcos stopped but he suddenly gelt some virtigo hit him. It was a weird feeling and as he looked down his eyes widened.

"WHY AM I COVERED IN METAL?!"

Suddenly he felt a bad pressage that something VERY wrong had happened and that he screwed up in something.

Yes, the MC ended up going to the world of One Piece and ate three akuma no mi at once. one is the Metal Metal fruit, the other two are still up to debate. If you want something in specific just tell and I can see what I could manage.

Ideas, thoughts, suggestions, all are welcome. Including, if you want, he can visit some other world to train something specific or anything really.