Machiavellian and Solitudinarian-like, a X-overs + High School DxD/ハイスクールD×D Crossover fanfic

A/N: This is the story of an OC/SI I created long, long, LONG ago and only recently rediscovered his existence along with a fanfic I was writing at the time starring him. And after reading a little bit of the notes about him, I realized how depressing I made this guy's life up until now. So after that, I had gotten an idea from reading a story off spacebattles called "Hobo King" and thought I could give this lonely hero a reward of sorts for everything he has done.

Every so often at the end of a chapter or so, I will leave a few quick index of about characters, abilities, references, and what form of media they originate. Along with an Ending A/N (Authors Note).

Disclaimer: I do not own any form of High School DXD or any other properties mentioned/referenced in this piece of media you are reading. Please support the official release of Highschool DXD and all other properties.

Chapter 1

"From the bottom of my heart and from every being of the Omniverse. Thank you… Fallen…more…" Yahweh solemnly thanked me with a smile on his face with his eyes slowly closing along with the last wisps of his life.

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I gently shook Yahweh "H-hey, c-come on…" My voice seemed to sound shaky. A cold but warm feeling seemed to run down my cheeks, my vision seemed slightly blurred.

Wait… Am I… crying? I slowly removed my left hand from under Yahweh's body to my face to feel the tears pouring down from my eyes with drops of the representation of my unrecognised sadness falling onto the old man's body.

After everything I have been through…

Every Repetitive Encounter…

*Drip*

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Every Agonising Death…

*Drip*

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Every Narrowing Stare…

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*Drip* *Drip*

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Every Cruel End…

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*Drip*

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Every Unanswered Prayer

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Every Pitiful Gaze…

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*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

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Every Pointless Self-Sacrifice…

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*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

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Every Horrifying Torture…

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*Drip* *Drip*

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Every Self-Loathing Thoughts…

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*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

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*Pshht*

Every Forgotten Promise

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Every Dreadful Reminder…

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*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

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Every Useless Suicide…

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*Drip*

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Every Outstanding Achievement…

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That would become unacknowledged…

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*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

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Every Best of Friends and Allies I've ever made…

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Who would look at me like a stranger…

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*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

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E-every *pshht* truly wonderful love of my life…

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Who would forget all the time we had s-spent together…

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*Pshht*

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Every C-child I would have…

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Who would ask me who I was as if I was nobody to them…

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*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Pshht* *Drip* *Drip*

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And Lastly…

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E-every…

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Every genuine thank you and tearful goodbye…

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That would only be responded back with confused looks of cluelessness…

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Being just over a googolplexianth of years…

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Across countless fictional worlds…

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And lastly…

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After an unquantifiable amount of deaths…

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Have I finally been freed… and only be met by a G-No, a man who had been drained to fuel my toture and watch helplessly as a young man would sacrifice his life…

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Go through unimaginable hardships and torture…

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And be forgotten by all he had loved and be rewarded with nothing but more weight of hopelessness and guilt crawling on his back.

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*Pssht*

I-i'm sorry Mom… I guess I won't be able to see you… Again…

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*Drip*

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I am… Truly *Pssht* thankful for giving me a good life…

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I…

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I Love you… Mom.

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My absolutely depressing monologue had suddenly come to a halt once the Heavenly Father's body began glowing white. From head to toe his body became small glowing motes of light.

The light started to glow brighter and brighter before engulfing myself but also everything around me.

Kuoh Town - Monday - March 2004

A cool wind blew through the open window of my dinky and poor apartment. Reaching my adolescent body as it shivered in natural response. Affecting me and only me, but I couldn't care less as I was more focused on the package I held in my hands.

To recap everything that has happened so far. I, Fallenmore Ortensia, had died by… Eh… I don't remember, probably it wasn't too important or cliche… Hopefully.

I was soon confronted by God himself, who explained kindly of my current situation and what I'd be doing. Which was being Isekai'd to another world and saving that world, at the time I was pretty excited to save another world. But that was until I realised it was a fictional world that I was familiar with. Out of all worlds, this was the one I had immense fear for.

My first world was Re:Zero − Starting Life in Another World, one of my favourite Isekai anime. Now it turned out I was also given Return by Death, the main ability of the Main Character, Subaru Natsuki. Making it so every time I died, I would be sent back in time to a certain point of time that I called a "Save Point". Every save point would always change every time I had made 'progress', and placing these save points was always unknown to me until I died and got sent back to the save point.

Now was it painful?, yes. Was it depressing?, yes. Anyone would get the point if they've read the light novel or watched its anime adaptation. I've been through almost the same events as Subaru. But worse as for some unknown reason, it was like I was given the worst luck ever. Because the amount of times I had died just by either something random, friendly fire or just dying in the most painful and depressing ways possible. I would sometimes survive, only to find myself in an almost comatose state or extremely disabled and had to wait before someone would bring up the idea of ending my suffering.

Even longer when I had to wait for someone to gather the courage to 'pull the plug'. But the worst deaths were either when I had witnessed someone I generally liked and loved die in front of me or when they were the one who would either toture or brutally murder me. Hearing their true feelings about me before we had truly bonded would always stung.

Anyway, once I had reached the end of Re:Zero and helped Emilia become Queen and everything. A door had appeared a couple of metres away from me, and I remember exactly what Emilia said to me at that exact moment when I asked her about it. "Um, I'm sorry to say this sir… But, who are you?" Her confused face when she said that had both hurt me mentally and emotionally as well as instantly made me understand what was going on.

I looked over the rest of my companions I had made along my journey and saw all of their confused faces and eyes that stared at me like I was some kind of stranger. God it hurt so bloody much. So with a heavy heart, I walked forward toward the door without looking back. I did hear a confused call out toward me but I ignored it; I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks as I opened the door and entered it.

And then I found out I was sent to another world, and repeated the same process of saving the world or completing/assisting whatever the goal of the main character had. Then once I finished with my second world, I once more entered the mysterious door that appeared a couple metres away from me. Thinking that if I passed through it I would finally return home after everything I had.

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…Nope, I was just sent to another world.

This went on for just about a googolplexianth of years, going through… an unimaginable number of worlds, doing the most amazing things while also dying the most painful, horrifying, and most lengthy deaths ever. I've died more times than the length at which I've existed, I have been through absolute hell, and I wouldn't particularly say that I deserved to go to Heaven. As during the times where my mind would broke under the stress, I became truly evil; the amount of genocides, world amount of world domination and global extinctions I've caused when my mind cracks open, causing my morals to plummet to the ground.

But… After my last world, being Angel Notes, and right after the War of Many Lights I had finally gotten another chance at killing TYPE Saturn. I aimed Black Barrel one last time before taking the shot, resulting in me having to jump off the ascending plane and begin plummeting down to the dead grey ground. Where I thought I was going to die and return back to my previous save point, closing my eyes and accepting this death.

To my surprise, when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a completely stark white void. There was also a malnourished and crippled old man lying down in this void of white I found myself in. I walked to this old man, with every step I began to recognise who he was, it was him… God, Allah, Yahweh, really any of those names can be used to describe him. But the last time I saw him all those years he was in a much better condition.

He was thankfully still awake, and alive. We began to have a conversation with him telling me everything he had seen and how sorry he was for everything I had suffered through. I was quite touched and began to give in my piece to him, telling him that it truly wasn't his fault. Then he told me that due to a malfunction, it had caused me to continuously travel between worlds and save them. With Yahweh himself as the battery to power my jumps between world to world and universe to universe.

Lastly with his final moments, personally thanking me from the bottom of his heart for saving the omniverse. A flood of memories throughout the entirety of my life enveloped my mind, causing tears to drip down onto God's white cloth. And after monologuing inside my own head about my suffering, a bright light had enveloped Yahweh's body before doing the same to me.

Then I found myself lying on a bench in some park, in some town, in Japan of all places. Along with a folder filled with documentation of everything someone needed and more to start a new life, it even contained my supposed Birth Certificate that I was born and raised in Kuoh, which I highly doubted.

Kuoh?

…Yes, the same Kuoh of a certain Anime and Manga series I hadn't been to before called "High School DXD", a Japanese light novel series written by Ichiei Ishibumi. The series revolves around Issei Hyoudou, a perverted high school student who is reincarnated into a Devil by Rias Gremory after being killed on his first date. He later joins the Occult Research Club as he strives to rise up the Devils' ranks to fulfill his dream of building a harem and becoming a "Harem King".

Now because I got sent to this world, with the opportunity to begin a new life… You may be asking if I intend to follow the same path as Issei.

…No… And I'm not a fan at all of deriving power from a pair of breasts or of a similar nature or anything sexual at all. And to be personally honest, I'm not a fan of the various power systems in this universe.

…So do I perhaps intend to collect myself a gaggle of girls for a harem?

Again no… Been there and done that. Anything more than one is a hassle and a complete waste of time, money and will probably be emotionally, mentally, and physically damaging and draining to me. I only really just want to be with one girl and one girl only once if I ever end up finding a woman I actually like.

How about reincarnating into another race of some sort to gain chuuni-like powers?

…Nope. Too embarrassing, and my Humanity or what I believe to have at least pieces of, is all that I believe to still own after everything I've been through. Aside from my potentially degrading memories, I'm not going to just give up my soul to some random stranger. Done that enough times to know that it's a bad idea.

I simply intend to live a normal life as long as I can… But who am I kidding. I know that would never happen, so I might as well prepare and get stronger.

You may be wondering why I would want to get stronger despite my peaceful wish. Well I'll let you know that I've already attempted to do this before, many times in fact. But because of this world being a piece of Japanese Fiction that I find myself in, meaning that I'll probably be dragged into the events of High School DXD without my express permission somehow. But hey, that won't stop me trying at least.

And plus I never really liked High School DXD to begin with. Sure I've watched the anime and read the Light Novel, heck I even sometimes found the manga hidden in some facet of different fictional worlds and read the physical copy in my free time. Does that mean I remember the entire plot? No, my memories of this world are spotty at best as I only remember the main characters, some specific characters, their backstories and interesting/secret tidbits. But thank god that I knew how to both speak and write in Japanese flawlessly or else renting this apartment and convincing the landlord that I was going to be an actual tenant and not fly out of Japan by the end of the month.

So to put it simply, it's going to be inevitable, no matter my decision. But anyway here I am, after two months of shacking up in this dinky apartment and working at an old man's restaurant, who I shall say pays quite handsomely above the minimum pay grade. But to get back on track on what's happened right now.

Today was like any normal day so far, Mr. Oetsu, aka the old man who hired me, closes his restaurant on Mondays, meaning I get a day off on Mondays. I woke up early at a surprising 06:00 AM and began to perform my usual morning rituals of getting out of bed, making myself some breakfast and then washing my face, combing my hair and what not.

Then I heard a knock on my door while I was simply lazing around watching TV in the living room. I had gotten up and checked who it was, to which I was met with an old mailman who had a very fancy looking parcel for me. I kindly took it off his hands and thanked him before quietly closing the door so as to not disturb my rather unpleasant neighbours.

And now I'm here sitting in a chair while examining the parcel on my desk, my hand slowly rotating it. I looked where there should have been a name of who was sending it, but oddly enough there was no name written down nor address of the sender. I got up from my chair and went over to my draws to grab a box cutter, and with it in hand I quickly sat back down into my chair and shifted myself close to the desk.

My existence shouldn't be known by anyone, no matter how powerful they are in this world. No being has crossed outside their Multiverse or even Hyperverse, except for the select few who found entrance to the Void of the Omniverse. But they aren't allowed nor can't interact with universes that aren't their own, so who on earth could have sent this?

I used the box cutter to cleanly cut through the boxing tape that covered the package. Before finally opening the flaps of the medium sized box from under all the wrapping, what was inside was definitely an eyebrow raiser.

A phone that was definitely not of this time, but similar to one around my time of the original Earth in 2022, and accompanied by a matching coloured charger held together in a styrofoam case. Carefully, I slipped my fingers under it before pulling it out of its white plastic prison and began to inspect it. The outer design of the phone looked like an amalgamation of other high-tech smartphones fused cleanly together with a black base, with a gold trim and white highlights. And let's not get started on the five small camera lenses on the top left of the phone on its back.

My eyes briefly glance back to the charger to then see a hole in the styrofoam case that was under the phone. I could visibly see an envelope along with what looked like a cassette tape's edge just poking into my view.

I removed the charger and placed it to the side before pulling the styrofoam case out of the box. Placing down onto the ground, before taking out both the envelope and cassette tape, placing the cassette right next to the charger. Following natural courtesy I opened up the envelope and found a neatly folded letter inside. Using my fingers to open the folds of the letter inside and began to trace my eyes along each word of the letter.

Dear Fallenmore

If you are reading this then you are already aware of my passing. With my last remaining embers of power, I was able to pass my remaining motes of power to someone, to create a few items that I wished for you to use in your new life. But before I continue, I do hope you have realised what universe I've sent you too. This was my original universe that I originated from.

Which brings me back to the items that you woke up with and the contents inside the box. The credentials are one of those items, which I hoped has assisted you so far when it comes to finding yourself a residence and a job. Next is the smartphone, charger and cassette tape. The smartphone alongside the cassette tape are the most important items I had sent to you before my passing. The Smartphone will be your only saving grace to survive in the supernatural world. I know that you would probably like to avoid that part of my world, but we both know of your luck when it comes to avoiding the problems of the world.

Lastly, the cassette tape is something I urge you not to listen to, the tape contains my last dying wishes and words I would like to have with my children… I know that you have done so much, but please listen to this old man's dying request. Please deliver this cassette tape to Micheal or Azazel, so that they can play this tape to themselves alongside their siblings.

Once more, thank you for what you have done, the deeds you have done can never be repaid for. But this is all that I could do for you.

From Y.

Before I realised it, I had already worn a pained smile while reading all the way. At one point I did feel proud for my accomplishments, while on the other hand, I simply couldn't for what I had committed during the many times of my I would commit truly evil atrocities in certain universes and worlds. So at this point of my life, who am I to not grant an old man's last dying solid.

Grabbing the cassette tape, I open the desk draw located underneath it and place it inside before closing it. It was really the only good hiding spot in this entire apartment.

Now onto the phone, hopefully it was already charged. I held down the power button on the right side for a couple of seconds for the screen that seems to take after the Infinity-O like approach to light up. I felt the phone slightly vibrate in my hand before the start up finally finished. Text then lit up on the screen, slowly filling up the screen from top to bottom, I started reading the first few words which made me realise that this was a message for me.

We of _ thank you for choosing our smartphone unit during your new life in this supernatural world.

This smartphone is an Amalgamation of Seven Smartphones that were considered some of the best of your time, and are listed below.

[iPhone 14 Pro Max]

[Asus ROG Phone 6S Ultimate]

[Bittium Tough Mobile 2 C]

[Sirin Labs Finney U1]

[Silent Circle Blackphone PRIVY 2.0]

[Sirin Solarin]

[Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra]

iPhone 14 Pro Max and the Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra I somewhat remember, but the other smartphones are simply drawing blanks. Though they could just be those smartphones that they used for managing crypto currency and those stupid werid ape things or whatever they're called.

The Amalgamation of these seven smartphones then began to display the specs of this phone, and to put it bluntly, this has to be the best phone in the world. As if I recall, during the canon and after graduation they still used flip phones. I mean 7 Terabyte internal memory, 210 Hz refresh rate, and 126 Gigabyte RAM. Why on earth would I need so much RAM? The smartphone is 7'5 inches, that's not too far from being half the size of-.

…Well it doesn't matter really, if this phone's going to be my source of power then I guess I'd want it to have the best of the best specs. Including the multiple increased security, VPN, Built-in encryption, authentication software and a tiny implanted cooler that my time has to offer.

Once the text of the specs had finally finished, the phone began to go through some procedure similar to that of a newly purchased smartphone. Which was mostly about personal customization and inputting my user name. After finishing that process, the home screen vibrantly appeared before me on the smartphone. Everything about it just screamed high-end and expensive, from the slickness of the corners to the smoothness of the UI, though the brightness could use some lowering down.

But before I could continue, a pop-up appeared on the screen alongside a catchy sounding ringtone. Indicating that I was receiving an incoming call from an unknown caller with an unknown profile picture and the answer and decline buttons below it.

[Unknown Caller]

[Answer] - [Decline]

At this point I was a bit sceptical, I mean how can someone be calling me, this smartphone was literally created outside of this universe. So I wouldn't be able to get a call from anyone who doesn't have my contact information, which is basically anyone in this fictional world. Then it's probably someone who had to have made this smartphone, like those people from my mysterious benefactor.

The thinking expression that unknowingly donned my face was now replaced with a playful grin. How about I just decline this "Unknown Caller", it's not like they have anything better to do. Switching the role of holding the phone to my right hand, I raised my right hand upward in a posh fashion before erecting my index finger and softly thrusting down to the red decline button. Causing the calling to stop and return back to the home screen.

The three seconds a piece I was just granted had vanished as someone, probably the same guy, began to call once more. At which I, once more, decline the call. Another three seconds went by before the probable same person rang once again. And thankfully I had the incredibly immense patience for something like this, as if I wasn't my first world/younger self then I would have probably lost it and answered the call before shouting straight into the phone's mic and ending the call.

I lazily laid back into my chair and readied myself for this absolute onslaught of rejections I will give to this poor soul who hasn't gone through a multitude of infinite death loops. But to call them infinite would be lying in a way. Say for example Giorno's Golden Experience Requiem, and before you ask, yes I have met him, yes I was apart of Team Bucciarati, and finally to the main point I'm making, yes I was "accidentally" killed by Giorno with his GER which caused for me to be put into one of his famous infinite death loops.

Funny enough I actually met Diavolo in one of them, and man was it hilarious seeing him run away from me thinking I was going to be his cause of death. Of course that view soon changed when we both got hit by a truck and our heads splattered across the asphalt by the truck's spinning wheels.

Again and again, and again and again, the smartphone continuously rang. And the dial-up time and the registration between calls seemed to have gotten quicker, so whoever was still calling must be pretty determined to speak with me.

Whatever they want to tell me must be important enough to have been going on like this for a straight hour and a half. Yes, an hour and a half has passed now and whoever this person really wanted to contact me, and I couldn't quickly switch to a new app because of how fast they were calling me, or that could just be the phone being too responsive when receiving phone calls. Being so fast that I can't even get a split second to briefly look at the home screen.

My body slowly slouched into the chair as now my right hand holds the smartphone in an angle that allows for my right thumb to tap onto the decline button as fast as possible to react to this mysterious caller. But soon this caller appeared to have finally stopped this honestly tiring battle, I could feel the muscle strain in my thumb as it aches from the amount of times I moved my thumb joint.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

The sound of three consecutive knocks rang straight toward my ears. Whoever was ringing was probably my mysterious caller, because it couldn't possibly be anyone else. The Old Mailman… Nope. A pizza delivery boy… Better not be. Some Talk Show Host coming to say that I've won over a billion yen… Well maybe. But that's too bizarre to be who's really at my front door.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

And now it's gotten louder, *sigh* How about I just check through my door's peephole. Pushing myself off from my horribly stiff and wooden desk chair, I slowly and quietly make my way toward my front door.

Positioning myself crouching right next to the door, I lift myself steadily up to the peep hole and look through it with my right eye. And I was surprised to find that no one was there outside my door. Perhaps both the caller and the knocker had no correlation whatsoever and this was just some kids playing ding dong dash. However I keep staring through the small bulbous view of the eyehole lens just to see if I can catch them in the act.

A few minutes went by and no Japanese teenagers or young adults drunk on alcohol haven't crossed my vision. I released a sighing breath before getting back up and walking back to my floor cushion to watch some television.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

The door behind me almost sounded like it was going to fly right off. At this point, I'm getting slightly nervous of whoever is knocking now.

*Sigh* "Screw it…" I said with a sight before swiveling on the ball of my foot to face the front door and took a few steps back toward the door. As I got closer I stretched my hand over to grab the door handle, stopping only by the sound of keys rattling.

With a short jingle of whoever possessed keys on the other side of the door, I could hear them inserting a key into my front door's keyhole. And not hesitating, my hand moved over to handle and held it up while my right foot closed in right next to the door along with myself putting some body weight on my side of the door.

*click*

It couldn't be my landlord, he would have just called out to me from the other side before resorting to personally unlocking the door to speak to me. But this was just absurd. I could feel the person attempting to turn the handle down to open the door. The strain of pushing up against the handle began to affect me and I could feel my skin rubbing harshly, causing a very slight burning feeling in my palm.

The handle on my side slowly turned despite me putting all I got. Curse my frail body, I've always been on the weaker side and has always been my biggest crutch at the beginning a multitude of worlds where I needed to train my physical strength and muscle. Surprisingly I've always had an incredible amount of stamina and could always outrun most people. But against the unnatural laws that 99.9% of people lived by their entire lives compared to me who only just began adapting, I could never compete in the extremely early game.

I couldn't stop it as it finally clicked at turning completely. With what felt like being football tackled, I was launched slightly away from the door and onto the floor of my apartment.

*Thud*

A loud thud originating from my front door assailant once they quite literally landed on me. Their feminine groan-wait what? feminine groan? So whoever weighed what felt like a ton was possibly a female.

Tilting my head upward to my chest allowed me to catch a glimpse of something I hadn't seen in quite some time. My mysterious caller and unknown door knocking assailant had a perfectly aligned black bowl cut esque hairstyle that grew to cover her forehead along a small top portion of her eyebrows. But the two most remembered parts of the top half of herself that I could see were the two long black strips of hair that are held separately by a small white plus sign themed hair tie. Lastly were the white half rimmed circle glasses donned on her beautiful face with light green eyes.

Honestly I couldn't believe it…

"A-accord?" I unconsciously said in an unintended emotional tone of that of someone who's just reunited with a dear old friend.

She looked up from my chest to my face and a smile quickly appeared. "Hello there, Fallenmore."

Soon small tears dribbled down my eyes, and before I knew it. I had already wrapped my arms around her lithe form.

Accord picked up her cup of slightly steaming tea, taking a small sip of it before placing back down on my small coffee table.

The fact that she somehow got here is just-...

My breathing began to quicken, causing a concerned look to take Accord's face. I shouldn't start theorising right now about her appearance in this universe, I already almost had a panic attack in the middle of the street when I first arrived. I'd rather not cause another one because I couldn't wrap my head around this in my current emotional state.

"If I may." Accord said after taking a short deep breath, breaking out of my inner thoughts. "I am not the Accord that you once knew".

"What do you mean you're not the you I once kne-..." I stopped talking when I realised one important detail about Accord. Which made any strong emotions such as happiness and anger begin to immediately flatline.

"Let me guess, you're an entirely different unit I presume." I said with slight monotony. She seemed to wince at my dulled voice before straightening back into her professional persona.

"Indeed, you see the original Accord unit that you had been dearly acquainted with had truly passed away after her self sacrifice. Who was originally going to be promoted in a sense to being a recorder of your time throughout the Taroverse where I and the original Accord originated." She explained before standing up and walking in front of the powerless TV.

With a snap of her fingers, the large suitcase she brought snapped open to have a translucent screen shot from inside it and appear in front of the TV, causing my tea to go down the wrong pipe. I coughed heavily into my sleeve, while Accord waited patiently for me to get the leftover tea out of my lungs before continuing.

"Sadly she couldn't be put back together, and by her last wishes, she asked to not be rebuilt. But instead have a sister unit, being me, be promoted as your recorder. But before being handed over recording duties, I was confronted by motes of light that formed into a piece of paper and a glass orb filled with divine power." The screen before me showed two pictures of a piece of paper with incredible hand writing on it and a transparent orb that had motes of yellow light inside.

The screen then cuts to a mini version of Accord holding both the letter and the orb. The Mini Accord quickly reads the letter both nodding and folds the letter into the side of her skirt before running off to the side of the screen. A big cloud of smoke appears at the side she left along with little emoticons of gears, springs, and wrenches. The smoke dissipates before mini Accord returns from the right side with a phone and charger in hand.

"For you see, Lord Yahweh asked me to create a special device to aid you in surviving in his old world. Which resulted in me being sent here to observe you from outside this universe." She points at the floating screen before turning her head toward me.

"And I'm not supposed to physically interfere whatsoever, but due to you not answering my call, you forced my hand for me to come personally to explain the magnificent gift Lord Yahweh asked me to create." Although I couldn't hear or see any anger from my prior actions, I only have the sneaking feeling that she is annoyed at me, but thankfully not even close to the visible level.

The screen then gets sucked back into the suitcase with it almost violently slamming shut and stands up straight on its own. Accord then walks over to my desk and grabs the smartphone before returning back to me and my small coffee table, popping down beside me while giving me the phone.

"So you're basically here to give me a tutorial?" I said with a raised eyebrow .

"Precisely. The smartphone you have in your hands is but a medium to access the power Lord Yahweh had created." She replied before tapping on an app with a poker card emoticon.

The app took up the screen of the phone with a pitch black screen. On the bottom right a small yellow crucifix cross appears and begins to spin, similar to a loading icon. The cross disappears after a few seconds for the black screen to turn white and reveal a very anime-esque mobile game title screen.

"Cards of Fiction?" I read out the title at the top of the screen. Under it in the middle of the screen is a piece of text saying "Tap to Begin".

"I would have called it "Essences of Character", but Lord Yahweh didn't want to copy the name of the original game that this was based on." Accord shortly explained.

"Wait, so did Yahweh just cop-." Before I could finish, Accord was very quick to rebuke.

"Yes and no, while Lord Yahweh had reused the concept. He fundamentally overhauled the entire system to create a superior version that he based off your own personal preferences." She once more explained as she tapped the screen before I could even respond.

The screen once more transitioned to a brand new screen filled with a UI similar to a gacha game. Seven buttons were lined at the bottom of the screen, each with their own little symbol entailing what they do and a small word specifying what they actually are. The first has an icon with a card being held by a hand with the word 'Acquisition', the second has an icon of a binder filled with cards with the word 'Collection', the third has dots over a single card with the word 'Conversion'. Finishing my look of the first three from the left, the fourth has an icon of a blank avatar with the word 'Character', the fifth had an icon of two cards overlapping each other with the word 'Combination', the sixth had an icon of a single card that has multi-coloured aura around it with the word 'Ascension'.

Lastly the seventh button has a simple gear with the word 'Options'. The background above these buttons was just pitch black, with the exception of a white lined rectangle and at the top right a small file icon.

"And this is my personal preference?" I said with a questioning look, "Well you were quite fond of gacha games and card games." Accord answered back.

My face contorted to a choosey look. "That may have been the case, but now I've accepted how money-pinching both truly are."

"Then maybe you shouldn't spend your premium currency straight away." She said before seemingly continuing. "Nor waste so much of your allowance on card packs for deck building." Accord finished with a smirk and raised eyebrow to emphasise it.

"Yeh, you're probably right about that. But if that's the case, then where is the premium currency? Shouldn't it be displayed at the top or something?" I questioned once more, for which Accord looked at me with her eyebrows raised and quickly looked at the top of the screen.

A couple seconds had passed with her staring at the screen absentmindedly. As if she was monologuing in her mind about this possible design flaw, she began to blink a few times before turning back toward me and smiled awkwardly. "Usually. But I appear to have forgotten to add such a feature. It shall however be added in the next update." She went back to acting professionalism, as if her narrowing stare at the screen didn't happen.

"Anyways, this app is where you will be able to grow stronger and obtain new abilities." She said before pointing her index finger at the first option.

"And this is where you will receive cards that you can use to become stronger." She curtly explained as the bottom buttons vanished down behind the edge of the screen. The white lined rectangle above enlarged proportional to the rest of the new space below. A shiny multi-coloured card packet then appeared from the top of the screen and slid right into place of the white lined rectangle perfectly.

I tap on the card packet for the top of its shiny cover to be cut cleanly off without damaging the contents of the packet. Contents, however, would sadly not be the best term to describe only the one card that popped out from the packet and replaced the place of the foil cocoon it was just in.

The card faced away from Accord and I, not allowing us to know anything more than the prismatic multi-coloured border that surrounded the card.

"Oh my, I didn't think you'd get a singular starter card at this rarity." Accord said with blatant bewilderment before she continued. "You should have received 4-5 cards between ranks 1~6 referencing aspects of your life. But to instead start with a rank 12 card is truly remarkable, unless…" She drawed out what she was saying with her own inner thoughts, resulting in a small but noticeable smile on her doll-like face.

"So… How exactly do I get these cards?" I asked for her to then reply back. "Simply by doing certain actions or just meeting people, accomplishing goals, or other methods, the system rewards you with a card relating to either action, person, or event." The translucent screen that floated without a care in the world began to project a small paragraph that answered my question.

[Card Acquisition]

By doing certain actions or just meeting people, accomplishing goals, or other methods, the system rewards you with a card relating to that action or person. The more specialised, important, or powerful the method, moment, or person they speak to or defeat, the higher the rarity card they'll potentially receive.

"The more specialised, important, or powerful the method, moment, or person you speak to or defeat, the higher the rarity card you'll potentially receive." Accord finished before snapping her fingers for the paragraph of text to be switched with a long list with cards of different coloured borders next to each line on the list.

"Each card is valued between 0~12 ranks and is represented by a specific material, jewel or metal" She explained before pointing at the floating screen.

[Card Rarities]

Rank 0 (Glass): The Lowest Rank of Card one can receive from any interaction, task, or situation. But they cannot be used normally like other cards, and need to be combined together to be usable.

Rank 1 (Porcelain): The first rank of usable cards that can receive from any interaction, task, or situation. While far better than a Rank 0, it is still quite low in terms of receiving something even worthwhile. But like many of its fellow low ranks, quantity is more favoured than quality.

Rank 2 (Obsidian): The second rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 3 (Steel): The third rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 4 (Sapphire): The fourth rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 5 (Emerald): The fifth rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 6 (Ruby): The sixth rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 7 (Bronze): The seventh rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 8 (Silver): The eighth rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 9 (Gold): The ninth rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation…

Rank 10 (Platinum): The tenth rank of usable cards that can receive from any interaction, task, or situation. Entering the realm of possibility that can only be done by the strongest beings in the universe.

Rank 11 (Titanium): The eleventh and second to last rank of usable cards that can be received from any interaction, task, or situation. Such that only the very pinnacle of strongest beings in the universe can achieve.

Rank 12 (Diamond): The highest rank of card that can only be obtained by either ascending a Rank 11 Card or from an interaction, task, or situation that is so great, even the strongest beings of this universe would not be able to achieve.

Huh, just like the adventurer ranks at the guild, with the exception of diamond of course. But if what Accord said was true. Then could this be Yahweh's doing someho-.

A quick and hard pain hit my forehead, making me let out a short groan. I turn my head to see that Accord with a slightly peeved expression. "I know that you tend to talk to yourself and even monologue in your mind, but could you please focus." She remarked about me.

"Wait what?" The word left my mouth with ease, now when I think about it do I actually have some kind of chuuni quirk?

"Considering what you've been through, you probably by now developed a couple of weird traits. That may or may not have stuck to you all the way till now." Accord explained to me before snapping her fingers once more to make the transparent screen disappear. And without hesitation taps on the card for it to cleanly flip over to reveal a somewhat melancholic art that had glossy angelic-like engraving on the edges of the card and around the name of the card at the centre bottom.

The melancholic card art was a front view of me kneeled to the ground with my head slightly tilted downward. In my arms, held Yahweh's dead body before it became motes of light, a peaceful smile was donned on his face despite his sunken look. Even showing the gleam of light from my tears that dripped one by one onto his white robes.

I could feel myself tear up and bit from this art alone. The name of this card was lightly surrounded by prismatic angel wing-like engravings, but the name of the card really made me lament about this one single immortalised moment. It simply read 'Thank You' written in the greatest penmanship I had ever seen, despite it originating from behind this smartphone screen.

I slightly straighten from the bit of contact I felt appear on my back. Accord's hand gently caresses my back in a circular motion. "Thanks Accord, but you should continue." I voiced before rubbing the tears away. She nodded before coughing slightly in her closed fist and began to carry on.

"Any card over the rank of one can be converted into any of the three options seen before you" She snapped her fingers once more, to my surprise the screen had already changed its contents without me noticing.

[Card Conversion]

Skills

Skills are Actions, Techniques, Abilities or et cetera that are given numerical values (levels) indicating the grade of proficiency you possess when performing them. They are formally grouped into two categories, the first being "Active" which requires the user's conscious effort, while the second is "Passive" that works similarly to abilities tied to Traits but more or less in the form of a skill. Such examples of these skills and their complexity are Running, Carpentry, and Lockpicking to Astral Projection, Rocket Science, to Inter-Dimension Travelling.

Choosing this option lets you either Create a Skill relating to the card used or Enhance a Skill with a card and potentially go up a level. Every skill has the max level cap of 100 as has its potency of increase spread out more than Traits and do not experience a significant change in ability as fast as Traits with any addition or change to the skill's overall ability scarce. And out of the three options; a Skill can level up via traditional use of the skill, but this method can be slower than card sacrificing depending on the nature of the skill.

Traits

Traits are linear perk trees that generally aid the player in either a mynute or significant ways. They are given numerical values (Tiers) indicating the progress in which the player has elevated to new heights, allowing for you to benefit from them at their fullest. These Traits range from simple buffs when fighting against specific enemies to giving you extraordinary abilities of unfathomable potential.

Choosing this option lets you either Create a Trait relating to the card used or Enhance a trait with a card and potentially go up a rank. Contrary to Skills, Traits have a max level cap of 10 for traits that originated from ranks 1~11 cards, but traits from rank 12 cards have a max level cap of 12, and all traits experience an immediate change in either potency or ability or even both with each rank up. Though depending on the rarity of the card the trait had come from, the amount of experience generated from sacrificing cards to it will increase by differing margins from Porcelain rank to Diamond rank.

Items

Items are physical objects that can assist the player in some way. The type of item that can be acquired ranges from simple consumables to weapons of cosmic mass destruction, and the higher the rank the more likely the item will become something of value to the user while relating to the contents of the card used.

Choosing this option lets you either create an Item for you to use or give a pre-existing item trait-like bonuses relating to the Ingredient card used. There is a limit to how many traits an item can carry depending on either the rank of the card used to create the item or the estimated rank of the item that will receive the traits. Ranks 1~6 will receive double the number of traits corresponding to their number, and from Ranks, 7~12 will receive the number of added traits slots corresponding to the difference of Rank 6 and higher, with the highest number of natural slots being 18.

"And for example, your first card, if converted to a skill, could give you the capability to wield Holy Light similar to that of Lord Yahweh. Again, say you converted to an Item, you'd probably get something related to Christianity like a Cross or a bottle of Holy Water. But of course you could just receive someone relating to you considering you are one of the main points on the card." She explained before then tapping on the smartphone to minimise the card and headed back to the main screen.

So pretty much whatever was plaster on the card and what it's labelled with would give me a major hint of what I could get associated with the card. "Thank You" is pretty vague on what I could receive, I mean if I converted the card to an Item would I get a Gold Medal or something. Hopefully and probably not going to happen if I do actually believe God made this card.

I looked over to Accord who looked like she was about to comment about me thinking again. I could feel myself grin while words of an old phrase from long ago flowed out from my mouth. "Next you'll say, "I too believe it was the remnants of Lord Yahweh that created this card." The grin I had quickly grew to a wide shrewd smile when I saw her reciting my prediction.

"I too believe it was the remnants of Lord Yahweh that created this card." The word came out with absolute fluency, which was then betrayed by her surprised expression with her letting out a "What?!".

I couldn't help but chuckle at her astonishment, "Hahahaha. I apologise for that, it's been so long since I've done that old gimmick. And I can see that I still got it." I said to Accord. Thankfully she didn't seem angry at it, actually she looked surprised before smiling right at me.

"It's good to see after all these years of saving worlds, you're still able to be happy despite everything that's happened to you. I always wonder how you were able to do it all." Accord said lightly with a bit of sombre. Strangely enough it took me a full minute to answer right back at her. It's been a couple billion years since for someone to make me hesitant scantily when replying back.

I took a deep breath before replying back to her. "Well I wouldn't say that I'm happy, not yet anyways, I mean after basically going bi-polar between being empty inside and happy to now having the chance to settle down in a world without being miraculously dragged into the lives of the important." I paused before placing the smartphone onto the coffee table and stood up to stretch my body a little bit.

"But after being forced to face so many horroring beings and events unbeknownst to the people around me and suffering for those people, only to realise how meaningless my sacrifices were in the end. It will take a while for me to start feeling happy again, despite the world I'm in being from a Light Novel and some of the denizens of this world having Anime-esque quirks and logic. But I'm actually a real person, someone who has quite frankly become sterile to such heartmoving words, so none of these random heart to heart anime speeches will work on me." I stopped to take a swig of whatever tea I had left.

Sitting back down right next to Accord before continuing. "Sure at the start those speeches worked, but now all I do is fake a confession or smile to get the story going. So don't expect me to bounce back like the main characters from these Japanese Cartoons we're currently in." By the time I finished my own shonen speech, some could say that I'm a hypocrite in that regard, but at least it got a earnest smile from her as she finally decided to speak.

"Wel-"

*RING* *RING*

And blocked by the ringing of a phone from her suitcase, stopping her making a comeback to my speech or as I like to see it "rant". She got up like I did before and quickly rummaged through her large square suitcase. Then pulls out a brick phone of all things that was causing the loud ringing and answers it before placing it to her ear.

She begins to talk to whoever was on the other line, I could only suspect it to be another Accord telling her to return to her post or something. Over the course of my time saving different universes, I've gotten extraordinarily good at guessing what these technically fictional characters were thinking, going to say or do. Merely from my multiverse-sized knowledge of tropes, cliches, random trivia and character interactions to easily compare characters to accurately make guesses or assumptions that I've studied over the years in fields such as Psychoanalysis and Analytical Psychology.

Does this work everytime?, no. Why?, simply put, despite them being based on fictional characters, they have just as much realism as someone like me. But because they still follow the aforementioned concepts I said previously, which sometimes dulls any respect I had for them as a person, of course that wouldn't have dissuaded me originally. That barely hanging view broke once I was forced to relive moments that slowly began to lose the meaning I had loved so much.

Is that a bad thing to do?, yes. Should I stop assuming how people act based on preconceived notions?, yes. Will I?, no. It's gotten me this far so why stop now, I'll probably stop sooner or later down the line, and just use my accumulated social skills of repeated interactions…

*Thwack*

My hand covers my now sore forehead from a… finger flick? Accord slowly retracts her hand away from my forehead. wow that hurt, how d-Ah yes I forget she's an android made out of hard materials.

"You should really try to fix that little quirk of yours, or else you'll be killed without a second thought in this world." Accord passingly said before stomping on the bottom corner of her sideways suitcase to flip it upwards and closing the screen away back to the suitcase. Her face softened at me as a bittersweet smile grew on her pretty bespectacled mug.

Wait, was she leaving? But she hasn't even finished explaining what the other options are, though the last one was obvious, but still… Oh goddammit she opened the bloody door. "Wait, why are you leaving?" I hastily asked, for her head to then turn to me, I felt myself slow down hearing her speak.

"I'm sorry Fallenmore, but I can't stay in this universe any longer, I've already caused enough of a disturbance. I wasn't meant to insert myself into this world, and now I fear I might have caused further trouble then I truly understood." Accord said before closing the door behind, but I was already on her trail.

"No! Just hold on a minute, wait!" I shouted as I tried to catch up to her, but once I reopened the front door and looked out to see where she went, all I saw was nothing but a clear view outside my dingy apartment. Stepping out onto the pavement to have a view if she escaped above, only to once more see no enigmatic androids hiding on the side of the building or looking from atop it.

I let out a sigh before walking back inside. Closing the door behind and leaning on it as I slowly slid myself against the door and onto the doormat with a soft thud. But just as I felt something soft slowly land on my hand, I moved my hand to grab it off my head to see a simple yellow sticky note of all things. And also what appears to be incredibly small hand writing on it along with a signature.

'I'm sorry I couldn't finish explaining the last functions of CoF.

Though I'm sure that you can figure out the rest of the app, as you'll be needing it, for what lies ahead.

And alongside that, I have been unfortunately banned from making non-sanctioned and un-up to code contact with you, as any more could have caused anomalies to appear in this world. But gearing away from that, all I wanted to say is thank you.

Thank you for everything you have done for everything and everyone in the Omniverse. Despite no one remembering or knowing of your undoubtedly noble acts of heroism and of your sacrifices.

You'll always be a Hero to me.

- Accord

P.S. It's best if you go into your room and soundproof it before performing the update… Please.

"...Why on earth are there so many tear jerking letters being sent to me?" I muttered, wiping the few tears that escaped my tear duct out from my eyes. Over the years, I learned to easily control or withhold my own emotions and be simply solemn. But now it seems that I'm losing my edge when it comes to people from my past… or I guess a new person who's basically a copy of a great dear friend.

Flashback - World #91,154,675,432

"Uh.. Accord? Could I ask you something?" I hesitantly asked Accord, who nonchalantly heaved herself onto the back of a one of the, if not most feared of, race of beings in the universe Dragon Guard. Dragon Guard? D-draco Kerd? Drag-On Dragoon? Well whatever this franchise was called by that glorious man who wore the head of Emil.

"Why of course, ask away Fallenmore." Accord almost immediately answered back, tying down the rather large suitcase that I swore was far smaller. It sat tightly secured on the back of the scaly skin of the forest green winged being that appeared unbothered by the petite android's actions. And while not visibly showing it, I was slowly becoming more uncomfortable with this fact.

"What exactly are we doing?" I somehow got the question out of my mouth. As although unbothered by Accord, he, she, or dare I say 'it' was staring at me with what I could feel as vehement intent. And it didn't look to be positive, as for some reason I could imagine it's not-existent eyebrows furrowing downwards.

Accord somehow ponders on that question, despite the fact she was an Android created to watch over different timelines. And should possess greater mental processing. "Well Fallenmore, my trusted partner in this sadly thankless occupation that we Accords call 'Recorders', we're going to catch up to Zero and continue to observe her." She managed to get her leg over on the other side of this, frankly, terrifying being before me.

"Ok… But why are we getting on a drag-wait no, where on One's flat chest do you get a dragon?" I manage to say with a straight face while still being under the now turned glare of the dragon under Accord's tush. The bespectacled beauty simply placed a finger under the bridge of her glasses and pushed them up. "To arrive at the Land of Mountains before Zero does, to continue recording the singular singularity of the last timeline. Branch [D], BLJ_M61043." She said before looking down at the dragon she sat on and looked back at me. "Ah yes, this is Erma. She's a rather special dragon of her kind, chosen to be an assistant recorder to yours truly. Oh, also she's very helpful with carrying my luggage." Accord finished before the dragon let in a small proud outtake of air which resulted in a tiny breath of fire from her snout.

I then looked in Erma's eyes. And Erma looked right back into mine. While Accord was waiting for me to hope up behind her. An internal battle of mental fortitude and willpower was taking place in the span of ten seconds. Just by looking at this green dragon's non-humanoid face, I could tell she doesn't like me whatsoever, and is definitely planning to roast me the moment I attempt anything.

Closing my eyes I hesitated for a second before accidentally gulping a ball of spit. Opening them up I could see Accord tilting her head slightly. "Fallenmore, now please allow me to inquire what exactly you're doing?" She curiously asked, thankfully not angry for me taking this long to get on the fire breathing bird with scales. Erma's eyes furrowed just slightly for me to notice the silent change.

Did she… no… that's just stupid, it's not like Erma can read my mind or something. Maybe I'm just being paranoid again. I slapped both of my cheeks and began my attempt to mount Erma alongside Accord. An-wait, why is Erma turning her head toward me and opening her mou-?

*SHWROOOOSSSHHHH*

And just like that, I've been burnt to a crisp… Welp… That's death count number 61,789 deaths in this world. Sigh, let's try again…

"Heh, took me another 1,545,998 attempts to clear it." I reminisced after chuckling from my somewhat vivid memory of Accord and her dragon, Erma. Thankfully, Accord made my stay in Drakengard 3 more welcomed. And although Zero and Mikhail were surprisingly good company, despite the former's vulgar mouth, they were far more of a handful then the bespectacled recorder ever was.

Flicking away the few tears with my index finger and thumb. I got up from the doormat and walked back to my coffee table, my eyes instantly made contact with the phone Accord sent me, I bent down to grab it off the table, standing back up my legs began to move toward my small bedroom I slept in for the past two months. My tired morning eyes not once leaving the phone, gazing deeply into the phone's reflective surface, only to see myself, causing me to begin to think deeply once more about everything so far.

My body automatically lying down on the cheap but comfortable futon I got off some guy with Ugly Bastard vibes. He said something about wanting to switch out for some deluxe king sized all american bed he won from some raffle. And I immediately had to wash the living hell out of it the moment I saw the amount of stains of various "fluids" that were for some reason smeared all over it.

I grimaced at the moment, but quickly regained it back into thinking about my future. In my hand is the key for a lonely and weak human like me to become something in this world dominated by the various beings of old that lurk in the 'Other' World. The world that keeps the majority of Humanity ignorant of the atrocities they commit through violence, intimidation, secret deal-makings, and most importantly mind wiping. Oh, but I do know that there are supernatural beings out there that are pretty chill and treat humanity fairly, which I can actually respect. But sadly that percentage of good within the moonlit world is drowned out by the majority, sad, but true.

But nevertheless I… I'm really unsure what to do, do I take the gift that Yahweh and Accord gave me to survive in this world. I mean the only reason Yahweh would give his remaining power to Accord so she could create the Ultimate Smartphone, wait was it her or the company. Ok, erasing that small interjection. If she was given the task to create the smartphone and have it mailed to me, then he probably knew that I'd be potentially manhandled into the supernatural world somehow.

So basically if I don't use this smartphone, then I'm going to most likely die sometime in the very close foreseeable future.

"Just great…" I was exasperated. Once more zeroing back to my mind for more deep thin-no at this point I'm just monologuing to myself. But back to my life going forward, I guess my hopes of living a peaceful "normal" life will come to an end soon.

…

*Snicker*

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Despite my want for a normal life and not wanting to involve myself with the world. Well I never really expected someone with my track record to have a normal life, or I guess have one without a little interruption from time to time. But that all depends on if I take the phone I have in my hand and use Cards of Fiction, or simply uninstall the game app and or just ignore it and use the phone like any regular one.

…

*Snicker*

"Bwah ha ha ha ha ah!" I laughed even harder at the notion. Yes, it was a very nice thought, but despite everything that happened to me. I should most definitely out of every being in the conceivable omniverse, should deserv-. No, the right to live a normal life… But for some reason a part of me refuses to lie down flat and live a mundane life.

Over the span of a little over a googolplexianth of years, I have done many things, so many things in fact that no being ever in the omniverse could ever accomplish what I have done. No matter if they were the most virtuous hero to the most heinous villain, the sheer will and determination I had to keep going, to do the right thing in spite of at times committing the most diabolical and downright inhuman actions and crimes that could only be thought as unthinkable, when I was at my lowest.

But during times where my mind hadn't been broken or after I was able to see the errors in my lines of thinking. Even after, in some stupid and twisted way, abandoning the people I cherished at the time everytime I died. I carried their unspoken Hopes and Dreams, Aspirations and Inspirations, Burdens and Regrets, and lastly Wills they passed onto me while in my arms or through some kind of message. Only for that to vanished after I go and kill myself to reset, and though I've already figured it out that it isn't the case at all when I die. But for some reason, at this very moment, a warm feeling from my heart surfaces with all the memories of the dreams I were told during special moments with almost everyone I've had some form of relationship be it familial, platonic, romantic, and also the words they passed to me during times where I failed to save them in time.

How can I simply not carry on and not make this potential one last life I have to live, and although I haven't even attempted to see if I still possess True Return by Death, my very soul feels like it's shouting from the depths of my heart not to check.

And if that were telling of what I should do, my body was also in agreement as I got up from my futon and stood up straight with my chest puffed out.

When bringing up other thoughts such as having a Harem or becoming something like a Devil or some kind of different sapient supernatural being. My body and soul felt like they were going to burst in defiance of such a possibility. Which is good that me, myself, and I all have the same opinion.

"So I'm really going to do this, huh?" I said to nobody but myself as I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Well I don't 'really' know for sure if I'm going to be forced into the canon. Or if there is going to be one obviously. So maybe I can just be like some sort of background character." The words that came out of my mouth resonated with me.

"Yeh, you know what. I'll do just that, being unnoticed by the world at large while trying to become secretly strong is something I haven't done for a long time. And it would definitely help me live a somewhat peaceful life and avoid the main problems that I have in this universe." Finishing the rest of my short and sweet plan for this new life, I take a final deep breath and begin to yell at the top of my lungs.

"Hear my proclamation, World of DxD. I, Fallenmore Ortensia. Shall become a human who will be unnoticed by the world that lives in the shadows of human history. Who will become strong and not abide or be shackled by the preconceptions that are looked upon the humanity of this world or of the strongest of this world!" I said before continuing off once more.

"I shall take this phone and use Cards of Fiction, not just for myself. But for people like the God of the Bible and Accord who gave me this opportunity to live a life I never knew I could ever have! For people like the many individuals I met across the Omniverse who helped me, supported me, who were there for me, who fought alongside me, and lastly who loved me when I couldn't even love myself after so long!" I hesitated a little from saying all of that, but I took another deep breath to finish off my announcement to the world created for the horny male (and female) masses from whence I came.

I didn't care that I stopped speaking in Japanese and slipped into using English, nor did I care about not attempting to soundproof the walls that were almost paper thin when it came to sound. And while tears were beginning to leak out from my eyes, all I could think about was letting my feelings and thoughts finally be free.

...

"I, who walked alone on the path of the unsung."

"Thou was once an ordinary human who's Will and Determination was so strong that he was able to save the entire Omniverse."

"I who died an unquantifiable amount of times, and despite it all, carried on wearing a smile over my face."

"Whilst experiencing the greatest of unimaginable moments and always carrying the deepest of melancholic torture and burdens ever imaginable. But now I…"

"...I-I who shall not laugh nor envy the "Infinite" or who shall grieve nor pursue the "Dream". But who will go beyond the "Infinite" and who will achieve the "Dream"."

"I will once more become the True Aristoteles of this celestial body, while at the same time being completely unknown by all."

…

"And I shall show you most of all, World of DxD."

"The Unbreakable "Will" and Unwavering "Determination" of Fallenmore MOTHERFUCKING ORTENSIA!-."

*BANG BANG*

*THUD THUD*

"OI, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DAMN GAIJIN!"

"HEY SHUT THE HELL UP, BLOODY GAIJIN. OR I'M CALLING THE LANDLORD!"

All of my grandiose and the tension of the room instantly dropped when both of my neighbours next door started hitting their walls adjacent to my dinky little apartment. I grimaced at the second death-like threat and sat straight onto my futon. But any embarrassment I felt faded away once I heard my smartphone vibrate.

I reached out and picked it up in my hands before pressing the power button on the side, the screen lit up with a rather large notification pop-up that read "SYSTEM UPDATE" in all caps.

[SYSTEM UPDATE]

The following applications will be updated

-Cards of Fiction-

-System OS-

-Calendar-

…

WARNING

If designated user [Fallenmore Ortensia] proceeds with this update.

They will experience ███████ ███ ████████████ ████.

Automatic Unconsciousness will be initiated if the user's overall senses are overloaded over the safety threshold.

Designated User is recommended to soundproof surroundings before continuing.

Would the designated user [Fallenmore Ortensia] like to proceed.

[Install] - [Cancel]

I read the system message from top to bottom, not leaving out any part of what the update entailed. But what really caught my attention was the warning at the bottom. "Automatic Unconsciousness? They will experience, blank? Bloody hell, ok I better grab some stuff then." I quickly exited out of my small bedroom to grab whatever I could that could buffer some sound.

Unfortunately, considering I've just got inserted into this world and have only been here for two months, I don't really own any blankets beside the one I got with my futon. But luckily I just thought of a great idea involving me making a miniature pillow fort/sarcophagus using the futon and rolling myself up in it.

So five minutes later, I now find myself now tightly tied up in a soft and weirdly comfortable coffin made of an old used futon that, despite cleaning it, I still feel some sort of spiritual residue off it. And now I'm regretting it, and the only thing I actually like is the pillow. While bunched up, I have my phone with me, its shining screen glaring at my face.

"Ok, now that it's definitely light shut and hopefully sound proof. I can begin with the decision that will change my life." I took a deep breath despite their slight hairs and fur probably floating in the air of this comfy tomb.

"Yahweh no matter what, I will deliver that cassette tape to Micheal and Azazel for them to hear their Father's last message. Accord, thank you for all that you've done in giving me this opportunity to do something with my new life. And lastly World of DXD, watch as I become the strongest without anyone knowing, without the use of Devils, Deuses, Dragons, and Breasts." I said in this oxygen limited compacted space I'm wrapped within.

"Now… it's time to begin." I whisper to myself, wiggling my finger toward my phone's bright white screen, and finally tapping the "Install" button. The message disappeared and the screen went from white to pitch black. Making everything around me dark and barely visible.

…

So…

…

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̵̭̍p̸͓̀»̵̠̓-̴͕̋~̶̻͂ ̸̺̇-̴̲̄¡̶̮̿ ̷̟̉i̸͕͠`̵̙͗+̴̡̿-̴̣̈́ ̶̺̈{̵̥̔¡̸̺̓ ̸̺̊š̴̰ç̷̺̓+̷̹̑+̵̣̏2̶͖͆ ̴̥̓ ̶̬̕{̷̏ͅ-̶̲͆¡̵͙̏ ̶͍̔ȯ̶͇↑̸̺̅-̵̼́~̷̹̈́6̶̲̏2̴̞͘7̸̦͗-̶͂͜¡̴̼̀ ̴̲͂p̷̹͠ç̸̞͐]̷̥̽7̶͚͊ ̵̖͘{̶͈͂-̸̯̌¡̴̢̚ ̷̠͠m̶̩͌ç̶̤͘~̶̣̎6̴͔̐-̴̲̔~̷̘́¡̵̺͑ ̶͍̊d̷̙̆-̸̤͗◘̴̲͂~̷̮͝-̷̮͂7̵̗̊7̶̰́¡̷͓̉ ̵̠̃h̵͠ͅ ̵͇͂`̷̥̏ ̴̠̄¡̷̠̚ ̶̖̈́ŝ̶̡ {̵̩͒ ̵̖͌]̶̫͆1̷̧́¡̸̗̾ ̸̖̈b̴̤̈́]̵̬̎-̴͎̈-̷̻͒6̸̲̕¡̸͇̕ ̷̝͠m̸͊͜ ̸̳͋`̶̖̾»̵̞͆◘̴̨̃ç̶̱̾]̴̱̌ ̴͙͌{̷̦̀ -̶̻̎¡̵̖́ ̵̞̆↓̸͈̋7̸͇̊¶̵̡̾ ̸̼͝*̶̣̊-̶̖͛¡̷̮̽ ̷̬̔e̴̬̎↑̴͚͝»̸͉̂7̶͕̐ ̶̖̾-̸̭͑~̴̟̽ ̷̤̅{̴̬̽-̵̨͛¡̸̥̈́ ̴͈͐↓̵͛͜ ̶̳̎ ̷̳̄ḉ̸̞7̴͉̕-̵̥͒¡̵̝̂ ̸̺̀ñ̸̰ ̷̹̃»̴̟́]̵̾͜¡̵̳͐ ̸̠̈́d̸͍͠»̸̹̃7̴̡̑-̵̛̩*̴͎́\̵̦̕2̷̄͜ ̶̥͝]̶͖̐¡̸̨͐ ̸̗͂t̴͚́-̷͊ͅ~̴̢̛~̵͉͊2̸̺̎~̵͇͊»̷͍̍7̵͉̀-̵̞̇¡̴̘́ ̶̡͐b̵͕̾ ̴͖̈́{̵̮̇{̷̛̝-̵̢͛~̶̭͠»̴̯̐7̵͚͑-̶̯̽¡̵̪̕ ̷̼͘2̵̹̒~̶͚͂{̵̣̈́ç̷͖͂~̵̣̾-̶̪͑¡̷̤̚ ̶̤̎ş̸͘]̷̨͆ ̸̥̈́7̸͚̆¶̷̻̌¡̷̖̇ ̵͍̏h̷̼͒ ̷̛̫ç̵̠̽`̶͙͗{̶͓̌¡̸̢̄ ̸̩̆ś̶͈1̴͖͛»̸͎̈́`̸̫̑¡̸̘͝ ̴̳̿d̸̬̎-̶͖́↑̸̖̾2̷̳̍ç̸͕̋~̵̢̓¡̵̱̋ ̴͉̔c̶̈́͜~̴̢͒ç̷̬̈7̶̘̊ ¶̸̩̈́-̸̖̌6̸̻̅¡̶͍̏ ̴̙̏s̶̠̄]̴̺́ ̵͎̓ç̵̪̌ ̸̰͑¶̸̨̂{̵͖͆-̸̱͊~̵̗̀¡̶̧͂ ̸̰͝c̸̛̹ç̸̭̿~̵̙̽7̵̀͜-̶̢͑¡̶̧̔ ̶̦̍p̴̲̏2̵̖͋»̵͔̋7̸̜̕2̴̲̏`̴̥̾¡̷̦͌ ̴͉̚l̷͕̕»̶̫̿-̶̡́¡̶͓̄ ̸̩̍b̸͈̓]̶̦͐ ̷̬̅*̸̗̀-̵̜͌¡̸̲̌ ̸̇ͅs̵͉͛{̸̮͂ 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̶͍̊d̷̙̆-̸̤͗◘̴̲͂~̷̮͝-̷̮͂7̵̗̊7̶̰́¡̷͓̉ ̵̠̃h̵͠ͅ ̵͇͂`̷̥̏ ̴̠̄¡̷̠̚ ̶̖̈́ŝ̶̡ {̵̩͒ ̵̖͌]̶̫͆1̷̧́¡̸̗̾ ̸̖̈b̴̤̈́]̵̬̎-̴͎̈-̷̻͒6̸̲̕¡̸͇̕ ̷̝͠m̸͊͜ ̸̳͋`̶̖̾»̵̞͆◘̴̨̃ç̶̱̾]̴̱̌ ̴͙͌{̷̦̀ -̶̻̎¡̵̖́ ̵̞̆↓̸͈̋7̸͇̊¶̵̡̾ ̸̼͝*̶̣̊-̶̖͛¡̷̮̽ ̷̬̔e̴̬̎↑̴͚͝»̸͉̂7̶͕̐ ̶̖̾-̸̭͑~̴̟̽ ̷̤̅{̴̬̽-̵̨͛¡̸̥̈́ ̴͈͐↓̵͛͜ ̶̳̎ ̷̳̄ḉ̸̞7̴͉̕-̵̥͒¡̵̝̂ ̸̺̀ñ̸̰ ̷̹̃»̴̟́]̵̾͜¡̵̳͐ ̸̠̈́d̸͍͠»̸̹̃7̴̡̑-̵̛̩*̴͎́\̵̦̕2̷̄͜ ̶̥͝]̶͖̐¡̸̨͐ ̸̗͂t̴͚́-̷͊ͅ~̴̢̛~̵͉͊2̸̺̎~̵͇͊»̷͍̍7̵͉̀-̵̞̇¡̴̘́ ̶̡͐b̵͕̾ ̴͖̈́{̵̮̇{̷̛̝-̵̢͛~̶̭͠»̴̯̐7̵͚͑-̶̯̽¡̵̪̕ ̷̼͘2̵̹̒~̶͚͂{̵̣̈́ç̷͖͂~̵̣̾-̶̪͑¡̷̤̚ ̶̤̎ş̸͘]̷̨͆ ̸̥̈́7̸͚̆¶̷̻̌¡̷̖̇ ̵͍̏h̷̼͒ ̷̛̫ç̵̠̽`̶͙͗{̶͓̌¡̸̢̄ ̸̩̆ś̶͈1̴͖͛»̸͎̈́`̸̫̑¡̸̘͝ ̴̳̿d̸̬̎-̶͖́↑̸̖̾2̷̳̍ç̸͕̋~̵̢̓¡̵̱̋ ̴͉̔c̶̈́͜~̴̢͒ç̷̬̈7̶̘̊ ¶̸̩̈́-̸̖̌6̸̻̅¡̶͍̏ ̴̙̏s̶̠̄]̴̺́ ̵͎̓ç̵̪̌ ̸̰͑¶̸̨̂{̵͖͆-̸̱͊~̵̗̀¡̶̧͂ ̸̰͝c̸̛̹ç̸̭̿~̵̙̽7̵̀͜-̶̢͑¡̶̧̔ ̶̦̍p̴̲̏2̵̖͋»̵͔̋7̸̜̕2̴̲̏`̴̥̾¡̷̦͌ ̴͉̚l̷͕̕»̶̫̿-̶̡́¡̶͓̄ ̸̩̍b̸͈̓]̶̦͐ ̷̬̅*̸̗̀-̵̜͌¡̸̲̌ ̸̇ͅs̵͉͛{̸̮͂ ̷̹̐\̸͍͂¡̵̧͝ ̶̪͆b̴̥͆ç̷͍̏{̸͎̏ ̸͙̽¶̷̯̇-̶̬̉~̸̨̄¡̶̱͛ ̸͇̏d̶͔́»̷̚͜7̸͂͜+̷͈̍»̵̫̊ ̵̼͠ç̶̝͝~̵͇͠-̸̞̅¡̷̫̋ ̴̦̈́m̵͙̔ç̴̰̇{̸͇͠ ̶̰̊`̸̔͜{̵̮̆-̸̗̉¡̶̗͠ ̴͉̿ď̷̥»̸̖̾7̴͕͗7̴̮͒-̶͕̐ ̴͖̔ {̵͎͂¡̵̲̿ ̴͙͝p̵̮͂]̶͖̾ ̸̥̑ ̵͈͊ç̷̡̓-̵̻̓¡̷͈͋ 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̶̖̾-̸̭͑~̴̟̽ ̷̤̅{̴̬̽-̵̨͛¡̸̥̈́ ̴͈͐↓̵͛͜ ̶̳̎ ̷̳̄ḉ̸̞7̴͉̕-̵̥͒¡̵̝̂ ̸̺̀ñ̸̰ ̷̹̃»̴̟́]̵̾͜¡̵̳͐ ̸̠̈́d̸͍͠»̸̹̃7̴̡̑-̵̛̩*̴͎́\̵̦̕2̷̄͜ ̶̥͝]̶͖̐¡̸̨͐ ̸̗͂t̴͚́-̷͊ͅ~̴̢̛~̵͉͊2̸̺̎~̵͇͊»̷͍̍7̵͉̀-̵̞̇¡̴̘́ ̶̡͐b̵͕̾ ̴͖̈́{̵̮̇{̷̛̝-̵̢͛~̶̭͠»̴̯̐7̵͚͑-̶̯̽¡̵̪̕ ̷̼͘

A/N: And that ends the old life of Fallenmore Ortensia, and begins his truly new life in the World of DxD

After so long on being on this website, reading hundreds of fanfictions that would inspire something in me to hop on google docs to go type something up. This is probably my first ever actual finished piece of written fanfiction, that I didn't just leave like the many, many, many other docs that had ideas that I only got to typing some ideas but never really began anything. So it feels good to finally finish one and post it on here. Well.. more like begin one I guess...

But anyways, I just want to preference a few things before I move onto the index below and will most likely answer a good number of questions people may leave in the reviews.

1. Fallenmore will not, under any circumstances, have a harem whatsoever. I'm aware that this is High School DxD, where one of the core essences of DxD are Harems. With the in-universe reason explained by Fallenmore himself, I'm not going to give him one as it would just ruin his character. But I can assure you that Fallenmore will find someone to love in this topsy-turvy world, but it will take a very long time before love finds a way to his heart. But most importantly his mind.

2. Don't expect Fallenmore to receive busted Shonen abilities or something along those lines. I've never liked that kind of cringey and typical fanfic powers, i.e. (Never adding any of these tasteless powers) Saiyan/Otsutsuki/Dragon/God/Devil/Angel/Yokai/Uchiha/Uzumaki/Senju Bloodline, Rasengan, SCJ, Sharingan, Sunshine, Zanpakuto, Dragon/God Slayer Magic, OFA & AFO, Shadow Sovereign, UBW, Gate of Babylon, Peerage Evil Pieces, Dragon Aura, Babe Magnet and really anything else I either saw in a lot of naruto/wish fulfillment fanfic crossovers and in DXD reader wattpad stories.

3. For the most part I'll be either making up Skills, Traits, and Items or using ones based off pre-existing Skills, Traits, and Items from various pieces of media.

4. Considering that Fallenmore is 2 years and 8 months from the "canonical" start of the OG DxD. Expect to see younger versions of the characters to differ slightly from their future original selves, considering they'll be younger.

5. E×E is not going to happen.

6. Fallenmore's past will be revealed throughout the story through a few means. So those people going onto me profile to look for anything to understand Fallenmore's lore, you won't find a thing. All you have to do is patiently wait and read.

7. That will not of course be the last we'll be seeing of our lovely omniversal recorder. And Fallenmore will be ok... I think...

And that is all I wanted to say... I think... But anyways here is the Reference Index.

Reference Index

Characters:

[Fallenmore Ortensia]: A young man who died saving a young girl and her mother from getting ran over by a truck, and who went face to face with God of the Bible and was sent to the Re:Zero Universe. But after he saved the world, he was then forgotten by the world and eventually walked through a portal that sudden appear before him. And for the just over a googolplexian of years with a more cruel and severe version of "Return by Death" and what could only be described as a horrendous case of bad luck, he has saved countless worlds and universes. But at the cost of dying an immeasurable amount of times of constantly being put through physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual pain and torture, and living with the insurmountable level of regrets that he knows he could never truly let be lifted from. And after so much time, he has lived to accept such things and smoothly carrying on knowing that there isn't a point in repenting and trying to have a normal life (most of the time). But right after falling to he's presumed death, he found himself in a white void with a dying old man inside.

[Yahweh]: Better known as the God of the Bible in the World of DxD, when he originally died, he was sent to place where he was given the opportunity to help unfortunate souls of the world where all fiction was created, and give them the choice of going to a afterlife they believe in or be transported into a world of their choice. After meeting Fallenmore Ortensia, both himself and Fallenmore was abruptly halted and due [...]. Fallenmore was forced to save countless worlds and with no assistance other than a corrupted Return by Death. And Yahweh was used to power every jump Fallenmore made to another world or universe for the past googolplexian years. And after jumping enough worlds, Fallenmore soon found himself in the same void he first started in and was confronted with a soon to pass Yahweh. But with his remaining divine powers, Yahweh sent Fallenmore to the world he originated from and then sent the very last pieces of Divine power to Accord to create a few items to aid Fallenmore in his new home. Alongside a message in wanted to give to his children before he perished.

[Accord]: An android that originated from the fictional universe known as the 'Taroverse'. Her origins and especially her creators are shrouded in mystery, however after the original Accord unit traveled alongside Fallenmore during his time in 'Drakengard 3', had impressed the unknown beings that worked with Yahweh. She was chosen to help monitor Fallenmore while they were trying to release him and Yahweh from their near-eternal prison. But unfortunately the original Accord perished and was unsalvageable, but her sister unit who was made next to her was chosen instead. After Yahweh's death, he tasked Accord to created an item that would help Fallenmore in his new home universe.

[Mr. Oetsu]: An Old Japanese man who hired Fallenmore Ortensia to work at his ramen restaurant. However because of how successful and popular it is on weekends, he for some reason pays Fallenmore a considerable amount of yen for him to not only afford renting his apartment, but also buy food and pay for his utility bills.

[Erma]: A forest green female dragon, much feared race of the Old World in the 'Taroverse'. She's a stoic and frankly silent dragon, who is very loyal to Accord for unknown reasons. But for some reason doesn't really like Fallenmore Ortensia that much. She is accountable for 3% of Fallenmore's total death within the Drakengard 3 worldline.

References:

GER Infinite Death Loop: A reference to the fate of the Boss of Passione, one of the most powerful gangs in Italy, Diavolo from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo. Who was killed by Giorno Giovanna's newly evolved stand, Gold Experience Requiem. As it's ultimate ability is to revert all actions and willpower back to the state of "zero", completely nullifying them and preventing them from becoming "real". But if Gold Experience Requiem kills someone, then they will continuously experience death, as they will die but repeatedly return to point "zero"; the point immediately before the process of death (i.e Diavolo's infinite death loops). And wouldn't you know it, in one run that Fallenmore was once apart of, he had the unlucky fate of being killed by Giorno's GER alongside Diavolo and ended suffering his fate as well.

Juggernaut Drive Chant: A reference to the chant spoken by both wielders of the Mid-tier Longinuses, the Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing, and their respective sealed Heavenly Dragons Ddraig and Albion. How while in an emotional delirium, Fallenmore started speaking an altered version of the chant that he created on the spot for himself.

"True" Aristotele: A reference to the title given to the Strongest or the "Ultimate" Lifeform of a Celestial Body, embodying the will of the planets themselves from various forms of media within the Nasuverse. Most notable in Angel Notes. The last world Fallenmore was in before being transported to the white void, and then the World of DXD. But instead of becoming known throughout the Supernatural World as he grows in strength, Fallenmore wishes to become the strongest being without anyone knowing. And the "true" part of such a title... well... Lets just say that he had rightfully earned it back in Angel Notes.