He sat on his cosmic throne with a frown, staring at a gaseous screen in disapproval. He sighed, straightened his back and waved the screen away with a flick of the hand, the small cloud instantly dissipating into smaller clouds of gas, "So another one of those weaklings have died. It's to be expected, though, as they're not like me. They're not the 'True Issei Hyoudou'."

Issei slid out of his throne and descended a set of stairs as they formed under his feet, wandering around the strange dimension that was his home. Even if he had been living for a millennia, he could never understand the dimension he was in. It was gaseous, that much was obvious, but that was all he knew. Issei couldn't even deconstruct the gas that would follow his every command, both conscious and subconscious, because a strange force wouldn't allow him to do so.

Even if he commanded the gas to reveal its secrets in a worded form, it would not do so and it frustrated the omnipotent being to no end. The only thing he could do in this dimension was continuously gain an infinite amount of knowledge or watch the struggles of various Issei's, all of which ended in boredom and some kind of death.

The Issei that the 'True Issei' had just seen was an overly perverted human who had become a devil easier than the others had. The devil group seemed to be a common denominator in all of the lives he observes, and it's almost always because of a strange power that the boy would inherit upon his birth, the only thing that made him special and worth watching.

The True Issei knew it was the mythical Boosted Gear because he had experienced its nostalgic power in a time that has long passed. He did not have that power anymore, though, as he had once died and had lost the privilege to hold that power.

"Now, what shall I do? I believe I have run out of things to do in this realm." That was almost true. The only thing the True Issei hasn't experienced was the power of a strange black hole in a corner of his dimension. It was dangerous to an ordinary human and any normal matter, but the gas that formed this dimension and Issei himself were not normal in any way. In fact, Issei thought he was very strange and mystical, so much so that he couldn't remember a single human word that could describe him. That fleeting thought entertained him for a little while before it quickly left his mind.

"Should I enter the black hole?" Issei suddenly stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes, feeling the dark energy of the black hole pollute his dimension. Continuously knowing what the aura and energy of the anomaly felt like meant it was quite easy for the omnipotent being to pinpoint its location down to the nearest millimetre. He could feel its shape and its gravitational pull in his mind and how it wanted to consume everything it could, even though it was unable to suck anything into it.

Issei couldn't even figure out how it was surviving without consuming any matter. Maybe it was designed to survive without eating anything. Maybe it was designed to eat and kill Issei and nothing else, even if he was technically immortal and unkillable. Maybe it was a portal into another dimension or universe that would entertain Issei for a little while. That wasn't likely though, as Issei has exiled himself from the human world.

Issei released a breath as he edged closer to the anomaly, the strong gravitational pull threatening to pull him off of his feet. He stepped back once and sighed, scratching the side of his head before he began to move towards the thing that consumes all life, "I guess it's time to figure out what this thing does." He jumped, watched as the darkness approached at a rapid rate and closed his eyes, anticipating his death.

"Ouch…my head…" Issei held his head in his hands with grit teeth as a multitude of colours and sounds hit him like a freight train. From a standing position in a corridor, he stumbled towards a nearby wall and quickly fell onto his knees, dropping his hands from his skull and onto the floor to hold him up. A hand reached up to cover his mouth as he gagged and retched, bile flowing from his throat and into his mouth at a steady rate. After a few moments, his mouth was filled with his own vomit and he had no choice but to release the contents all over the wooden floor boards that he had been staring at for the past minute.

Issei's throat burned, his eyes watered and his nose would only inhale the acidic scent of his putrid stomach acids, despite his attempts to not breathe. However, his body would fight for the oxygen it needed, even if vomit was continuously spilling out of his throat, so he choked on his own vomit, spat up a ball of phlegm instead and wiped his mouth with his sleeve once he had emptied the contents of his stomach all over the floor beneath him.

Issei fell back onto his bottom with his arms supporting his body while he stared up at the roof, gasping for air. He glanced at a few spectators, rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh when he realised they weren't going to help him and spat into the large puddle of vomit in front of him. "Blech. I forgot that stomach acids and bile taste absolutely disgusting. However, it is nice to know that I made it back to the human world after so long." Issei slowly pushed himself to his feet and used the wall as a support. "Now…"

He fell forwards with a loud thunk and lay still with his head in the puddle of vomit, watching as his vision slowly darkened. Someone rushed over to him, crouched down next to him and shouted some words that landed on Issei's temporarily deaf ears. Soon, the only thing he could cherish was the sweet darkness of sleep.

But Issei knew he had lost consciousness, and when his eyes fluttered open in what seemed like a few seconds later, he wasn't surprised at all. "The nurse's office, huh?" Issei frowned and stared up at the cream ceiling, not daring to move his body in the slightest. He knew that his appearance in the human world should be devastating, but because nothing had happened, he could only assume that he possessed the body of another Issei. To Issei, that explained everything from his vomiting to his passing out, but he couldn't figure out why he had ended up possessing an Issei's body.

He could care less, though. There were too many universes for the omnipotent being to count so a little bit of fun in one of them shouldn't cause any damage, even if he had eliminated what could be considered the protagonist of this universe. Every Issei was destined for greatness in some way, even if it's nonsensical or villainous, and that's how they obtained their 'protagonist' status. Just because they existed, the universe would continue to exist until their eventual death. That's how it always has been and that's how it would stay, even if they acquired the ability to become 'immortal'. Someone or something always found a way to kill them.

But this Issei, the True Issei, was a real immortal being, one who would regenerate even if every single atom of his being was singlehandedly destroyed and spread across the far reaches of the multiple dimensions in the universe. There was simply no way to kill him and that was that. If his body was destroyed, he'd reappear and there was nothing no one could do about it.

In a sense, Issei was glad that he was the True Issei. It offered him the chance to do so many things he would have never dreamed of doing while in his original universe, but his status as the True Issei of the multiverse carried many negative implications along with it.

Such as an eternal life that he wished would end.

"Ah, Issei Hyoudou, you're awake." Issei slowly craned his neck towards the direction of the speaker and he wasn't surprised to see the school's nurse standing next to his bed, a small smile on her face.

"Yes, I am. Now, what do you need me to do before I can be set free? I have things to do." The nurse giggled and sat on the edge of Issei's bed, a clipboard pressed against her lap as she idly spun a pen in one hand.

"Well, are you feeling nauseous?"

"Nope." The nurse ticked a box on a piece of paper.

"Can you move?" Issei raised an arm, twisted his head to the side and bent his leg at the knee.

"Yes." The nurse ticked the second box on the same piece of paper.

"Any known medical conditions…?" The nurse paused for a second before she chuckled to herself, tucking the clipboard under one arm. "I don't need to ask that question. All of your medical details should be on your file!" The nurse enthusiastically jumped to her feet and turned to face Issei. "You're free to go, but if you want to stay a while to regain your strength or ask me some questions, feel free to. School has only just ended, after all." Issei's eyes followed the nurse as she pushed a curtain to the side, one of the few things Issei hadn't seen while staring up at the roof, and as she fell onto a chair where continued to fill out some paperwork. Issei quickly resumed his staring contest with the roof and frowned.

"Wait…does that mean I'll have to go through school again?" Issei paled as he already knew the answer to his question.

Issei removed a kink in his shoulder with a single shrug, appreciating the end of the school day. He rolled his neck on its base, stretched his arms out above his head and moaned from the pleasure, ignoring the game he was playing on a handheld device that was lying flat on his desk. He hunched over ever so slightly, staring up at the blackboard and the homework task that was written on it before he turned his console off with a single tap of a button. "Homework? Who needs homework?" He muttered to himself as he shoved his textbooks and handheld into his bag.

"You need homework to get good grades, Issei." The teacher called out from the front of the class. Issei glared at her for a second, shrugged his shoulders again and pushed his chair out with his feet, stretching his legs out before he stood up. He pushed his chair under his desk, stood behind the lump of wood as he stretched his arms out for the second time and grabbed his bag off of the floor, slinging it around his shoulder and under his arm.

"Well, I already have good grades so I don't need homework." The teacher grinned and chuckled as Issei slipped past his classmates, ninety percent of them female.

"That's up for debate, Issei. You never know what your score is going to be on your next test." Issei stopped at the doorway of his classroom and glanced in his teacher's direction.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I should do my homework to improve my grades but I won't because I think they're a waste of time." The teacher chuckled again as she collected some papers from her podium.

"See you tomorrow, kid."

"See you tomorrow!" Issei left the classroom with a smile. The class he had just been in, which was chemistry, was his favourite because the teacher made it very entertaining. Even though Issei already knew all of the material the class was studying because of his omnipotence and thirst for knowledge, he found the lessons to be informative and educational because the teacher had a passion for teaching. Not to mention the humour and relatable topics she usually incorporated into her explanations and class discussions. "Now, where to go? Maybe I could go wipe the floor with the kendo club again…no, that's too easy. Maybe I should go join the track team because I'm so fast? No, winning all the time isn't fun at all…ah, but it does boost my already large ego."

Issei slowly made his way home as he thought about the various clubs and communities he could join at his school. A lot of them were entertaining, such as the kendo club and the track and field club, but a lot of them were too easy for him. He was physically fit and strong, had the fastest reaction times possible and could easily win in a fight against a normal human, so he never joined any club because he knew he would always win school and national tournaments, even if the leaders of the clubs continuously begged him to join.

Issei always denied their requests, though, as he had one goal.

That one goal involved a certain fallen angel, a red-headed devil and an introduction to the supernatural in this universe. The easy life wasn't fit for Issei and Issei wasn't built for the easy life, so ignoring the supernatural wasn't the easiest thing to do. However, this time around, on his second time experiencing everything again, Issei would change the events that had happened in his universe, even if it destroyed the world.

All he wanted was a little fun, anyway.

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