DxD: The Game Enhanced Edition

by joshiewoshie

Issei did not expect to die on his date. Neither did he expect to come back as a devil. And most of all, he did not expect to become The Gamer. Nothing happens like we expect does it? This the rewrite of DxD: The Game.

2. Chapter 2

DxD: The Game Enhanced Edition Ch2

[Game Start]

*Beep**Beep**Beep*

"Onii-chan Wake Up! Onii-chan Wake Up! Onii-chan Wake up!"

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

"I-If you don't wake up… I-I'm going to have to k-kiss yo-"

*Thunk!* *Crshhhh!*

My fist came crashing down upon the cheap plastic of the alarm clock, and I felt it shatter and break. As cute as little sisters are, it was way too early in the morning for this shit…. Wait a second.

Reluctantly, I tore the oh so soft duvet off my cold, sleep deprived body and turned my attention to my alarm clock, or rather, what was left of it.

It was a wreck, most of the circuitry demolished and the plastic cover bent in some places and broken in others. I prodded it with a finger, setting off some part of the circuitry and prompting the still intact speakers of the electronic carcass to play its one final death rattle.

"OWnii-CHWUAAAN WaYkE Uhhppp Orrree Iyam gowingu tyo kwissss youuu…"

I shuddered, the moans of the machine playing a twisted caricature of a little sister's earnest plea will now haunt me for the rest of my life... I'm going to stay away from the Imouto fetish for a while.

I shook my head to clear it of the Moans of the Machine, enough of that, how the hell did I bust my Alarm clock on purpose? Since when was I ever that strong? I mean, yeah I could go on for a little longer during the PE runs compared to most of my classmates, but I could admit that maybe I was a bit on the scrawny side of average.

So how did I-

And then it hit me all at once. Images rushing into the forefront of my mind, washing away the blur of sleep in a surge of cold clarity. I saw Yuuma's sneer, her spear of light ripping into my flesh, the smell of burnt human flesh wafting into my nose. I cringed at the sight, the scent, almost curled into myself. But then I saw Gremory-Sempai, her brilliant crimson hair fluttering in the wind as she saved me… how she held back tears as she did all she could… only to watch me die…

A dream. Yes, a dream. That's all it was. It can't have been real. I mean I'm alive right? I died at the end, but now I'm sitting up in my bed staring at the remains of my alarm clock. It couldn't have been real. I'm sure Yuuma-chan wouldn't… wouldn't…. I'M ALIVE DAMN IT! I SEE, I BREATHE, I-I FEEL! I-I THINK!

It was a dream. I WAS JUST A DREAM DAMN IT! People can't form spears from nothing! People can't fly on wings! People can't appear from magical flyers! D-Devils don't exist! And… And…. What came afterward…. I mean come on, the Gamer interface? That was completely ripped from the Webcomic! Hell, I've read the damn thing! In English!

It was a dream, I imagined all of that, it was a dream, I imagined all of that, I mean it couldn't possibly be-

You have slept in a bed! HP and MP restored!

Oh…Oh no.

It was real. Everything... was real.

Oh no.

I stared. I just stared. Hoping that maybe, maybe it as just something I imagined.

"Issei! Wake up! You have school today!" That was my mother, shouting from downstairs. And it was still there.

"I'm up, Mom!" Slowly, finger outstretched, I poked the Red pane. My finger met some resistance, like tapping the surface of a body of water. And then it was gone. Dismissed.

Fuck.

Okay, maybe just maybe. Everything was real. Taking a deep breath I called up the Status menu. And with a 'blip' in the fabric of reality, a new red pane came to life. And on it, was me… or rather me reduced to numerical statistics. And I had five stat points to spend, just like it said. Joy.

Right, now, I have to test it, and to test it means to spend the points on something, but what? I looked at my most abysmally low stat, Wisdom, and brought it up to the slightly above average of seven. Other than the fact that it being so abysmally low was just shameful, maybe being wiser would help me right now.

…I didn't feel any different. Not really, but for some reason, I'm now starting to wonder why I ever bought that alarm clock, or why in the past I decided to spend an entire lunch period loudly discussing the finer points of eroge enjoyment in front of an audience of teenaged girls…. Oh damn, it's working isn't it?

Oh shit it's not stopping, and now I have a backlog of years of self-recrimination and cringing to get through… Why? Why does it all make so much sense now!? Of course girls feel uncomfortable when you discuss your favourite sexual fetish and latest pornographic purchase in great detail!

Why did I do that!? WHY!?

Wisdom isn't helping at all! It's just making me feel bad about stuff I've done in the past! It- it's just a massive, giant guilt trip!

"ISSEI HURRY UP YOU"RE GOING TO BE LATE!" That was my mother, and boy does she sound angry.

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New Quest!

Get to School on time! You have half an hour to make it to school or you will be Punished! Unless you want to be Punished by the stern females of the Student Council, you masochistic pervert you.

Success: 100 EXP

Failure: 1000 EXP, Decreased relationship with the Student Council, Punishment.

Accept:Y/N

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Oh damn, it's starting. The quests have begun. What's next, fighting off giant rats?

"ISSEI! GET DOWN HERE!"

"Coming Mom!" I accepted the quest, and rushed to the morning rituals. I do not want Punishment, no matter how cute the Student Council President is.

I only hope I make it on time.

[Save Game]