The Red Dragon's Emporium of Legends

Part I

The Pretender Sultan is actually a Otaku no Hikkimori? (loner nerd)

Crossover: Highschool DxD (including other Kodokawa works)/Lonely Otaku/Testament of Sister/Science Adventure Series (using anime and manga)/Watch_Dogs

Plot: To the students of Kuoh Academy, 'Hyoudou Issei' is the biggest pervert they'd had since the school became co-ed. He constantly speaks of becoming the 'Harem King', peeps on the kendo club, and even became a member of the perverted trio! Even though his grades are consistently good, and he has a sad look on his face whenever his two sidekick's aren't around…that's impossible, right? But everything changes, when he and the class rep meet…

Log 1: Mishap Start

The light from the remains of the satellite flickered across the sand, as he felt his eyes slowly get heavy.

"Aki-kun, we did it,"

He knew that it was stupid of him to have used his power, especially with his current condition, but that didn't matter. Kouijima was finally dead, gone, hit the dirt. The intercontinental ballistic missile had done its job, though he had to wonder where the mysterious benefactor got that from.

Wobbling unsteadily, the first-year student found himself wondering how his onee-san managed to win the previous robotics competition and deal with running a multi-billion dollar conglobate before the rush of adrenaline currently powering him ran out and he slumped to the ground unconscious.

The sudden recollection jolted the brown-haired youth awake, blue eyes slowly turning into a glowing amber. Realizing that he had fallen asleep on the rooftop, and that classes would soon start, he suppressed a yawn with his right hand and took one last look of longing at the sun before picking up his bag off the ground and putting it on his back.

If anyone who saw him often saw this, they'd be amazed. To his classmates, teachers and fellow students, he was essentially the perverted guy who everybody laughed at.

In their eyes, he was nothing more than a loser who loudly boasted of becoming the 'harem king' and who constantly peeped on girls from the Kendo Club along with his childhood friends, Matsuda and Motohoma. getting beaten up in the process by their victims.

And that was just the way he liked it – because who would listen to what he had to say anyways? He wasn't cool, or popular or even good with the ladies! Just a no-good pervert who would never amount to anything….

Wincing in pain, he let out a small curse as he realized he had cut his hand by clenching his fist. Forcing himself to put on the perverted grin that everyone thought was the real him, shaking his head in confusion.

Why did I find myself in this place again…ah yes, it was a reward for my services on that day.

Before he was the class clown of Kuoh, he had been another person. Weak compared to the people around him, but he could easily challenge most of the martial arts clubs here if he wanted to. But he had made a pledge to one of his mentors, one that he would never break no matter what.

He'd joined the local Robotics society and was a board member of the local sci fi club, but the intrest in robots wasn't as big here and the club was practically empty….Aki-chan…'Wanko' as they called her back home, would be flipping mad at this!

Sneakers making dull, thud thud sounds as he went down the stairs, the young man dug into his pocket before taking out an old and battered photograph that was worn around the edges.

It was a family portrait, with a child version of him standing proudly with an award he had received in his hand. Beside him were two girls nearing their teens, one had long raven black hair, dull crimson eyes and a somewhat sizeable bust (think Yayorazu Momo in her pre-teens) and the other was a brunette with a slightly smaller bosom and purple eyes. The happy smiles on their faces were a stark contrast to his current situation….

If only I'd known….I could have been able to do something. That bastard Koujima didn't only destroy our lives, he also left behind many other victims too. I'm just glad he's truly gone….

Although the blonde bastard had been completely obliterated with the missile strike on his orbital base, it didn't change the fact that the entire world had fallen into chaos. The disruption in services and daily living caused by the massive cyber-attack on the global cyber domain, as well as the panic and anarchy created by the solar storm disinformation had literally destroyed some nations as well.

Kouijima was burning in the deepest depths of hell at this point and his bosses were either six feet under or holed up in their little hidey-holes by now, he didn't know and he didn't care to be honest, the attempted raid on JAXA and the fact that some of the operatives assigned to that mission turned out to be ex-Company, MI6, KGB and Mossad had also led to a severe shift in the Japanese political arena.

Let's just say that a confrontation between a certain paramilitary group employed by the UN to tackle 'natural disasters' and the Japanese Army lead to the recantation of a certain amendment and a restoration of the old constitution, and leave it at that.

One thing Issei knew for sure, he wouldn't touch anything related to cryogenics or advanced human-machine interfaces for as long as he drew breath. He was quite content with being a regular human, even if he felt a bit sad at not getting enough training to be as strong as the Todorokis or even his childhood idol Momoyo.

But looking at the current situation, maybe this boring exile in an academy for the children of nobility was a blessing in disguise. After the madness and devastation caused by Koujima's plot and the scandal created by the NERV Crisis (seriously, who sent out kids starting middle school to fight kaiju?), the newly 'restored' liberal government was on the lookout for anything that was 'regressive', which in simple terms meant support or extraordinary fondness for any type of material before the time of Meiji.

What remained of the samurai order was slowly phased out of popular culture, being replaced with references to the Second World War and the universalist liberalism that prevailed at the time. Even the martial arts were under severe watch. Before he had left Hokkaido, he had heard Mayuzumi complaining about not being able to show her sword in public due to 'foreign backed feudalist elements' supposedly trying to corrupt 'the divine guidance of the Emperor and Great Japan'.

Of course, he knew the truth about what had really happened after Wanko convinced him to restart the Robot Research club, and why a supposedly non-governmental organization connected to the UN was planning an armed assault on the Japanese government, but who would actually believe anything he had to say? Apart from his familial connections to a former Kendo champion and his dad being involved in a radical plot to restore the glory days of the Shogunate, who would want anything from a perverted video game addict like him?

So he kept his mouth shut, let Aki-chan do most of the work in getting the members, and continued his support of Frau's awesome adaption of KillBallad. Though he noticed that she'd been constantly been checking him out after the incident, as if she knew him from somewhere…

Ah, he was just drifting off in thought again.

Making sure that he hadn't wandered off in an undesirable location, the young man took out his phone and typed in a few entries on his virtual diary, before putting the device back in his pocket,

"Man, acting like something I'm not is really tiring,"

He was grateful for the chance to get a better education, but the students at Sandbox Academy were too stuck up and treated him like an outsider. So, when he found M&M were attending the same class as him…

I had no idea how perverted these two were. Seriously guys, cut it out! You're ruining my chance to get a girlfriend!

The sound of yelling, the smack of wood hitting flesh and the terrified shrieks of surprise hit his unwary ears, just as he was about to take out a bento from his bag. Looking up, he noticed the two lecherous nerds breaking the world record in long distance sprinting, as an enraged horde of kendo club members chased after them. Facepalming in surprise he returned to retrieving his lunch and closed up the bag, putting the hoodie over his face so as not to be recognized.

"Yare Yare Daze," It was a verbal tick that came up when he was intensely surprised or bored out of his mind.

"Fucking idiot wouldn't say no…huh?"

The simultaneous shriek echoed after the collision was loud enough to even give a certain Phoenix visiting his fiancé temporary deafness.

Needless to say, bad luck was one thing that always seemed to happen before a breakthrough in the life of 'Hyoudou Issei'.

In this case, what seemed to be mere confirmation of the fact that he was an irredeemable pervert who only cared about women's breasts actually helped him in the long run.

Unfortunately, at this point his current position didn't help things.

To explain simply, he was currently fondling the chest of the girl he had crashed into and was now on top of. The girl's low moans as his hands massaged her breasts didn't help his situation either, and a certain draconic being's unconscious interference only made things worse.

"Oh…mghhh don't stop Hyoudou-kun, you're really good," This snapped the young man out of his daze and caused him to realize that he had been accidentally groping the girl for a good while now. Leaping away with a fear induced bound in his step, the brown-haired youth realized he had gotten stronger for some reason.

TWICE CRITICAL UNLOCKED. SET TO SLEEP MODE.

"Huh?"

Issei slowly got to his feet as he felt an intense pressure around him for some odd reason. Looking around him he realized that a crowd had gathered around the two of them, whispers already floating among the gatherers. Breaking into a fearful gallop, he ducked and weaved around people coming to witness the scene as he quickly tried to forget what happened.

He thought he heard a light cackle and soft clapping as he made a quick dash for class, but ignored it as a part of his imagination. As the supposed pervert was making his escape, a seemingly random male student slowly made his way across the crowd, making sure to be careful in his steps and other movements.

Stopping at the very edge of the rabble, he stopped and carefully observed the still somewhat stunned girl with the air of a bored scientist viewing his experiments, suppressing a rather loud yawn as he did this. Taking out a clawed hand out of his pants pocket, he held it out for a second before the sound of whistling and a soft smack echoed through the room.

"So, it appears my suspicions were right all along…amnesia my ass,"

He quickly turned around the playing card in his hand, seeing a king of diamonds. A slight frown on his face, the youth pocketed the card before giving the girl one last look and turning back to head to class.

So that's Zen, huh? Quite the weirdo, especially when you take into consideration the fact that he's supposedly some big-time pervert or something…which makes no sense at all considering the fact he ran away from a girl with huge breasts. I knew Medaka and Shiro were deep into the occult and all, but for the lover of the world's strongest woman to be this idiotic clown is just anti-climactic.

As the reincarnation of the 'born loser' slowly made his way to class, a pair of white wings appeared on his back for a moment before vanishing.

ABSORB EMPRESS. FUSION DIVISION DRAGON.

He's definitely hiding something…. the lizard smell on him isn't coincidence. From the way Ikaruga-sama was acting, it seemed like that little squeeze seemed to satisfy her needs. That's so unfair! I had to nearly bust my ankle and lose a uniform just to get this school co-ed!

Memories of five girls wielding katanas and other melee weapons flashed through his mind, causing the incarnation of the Eva pilot to clutch his head and stop for a few seconds. When the panic attack was over, the girl had already disappeared.