Chapter 1- Prologue

Honestly, I was just minding my business. When suddenly I was hit with a fucking lightning strike straight out fucking nowhere.

While yes being hit by a lightning bolt during a thunderstorm is feasible, albeit exceedingly rare, being hit by one when it's sunny outside without a nick of clouds is near impossible.

Now you might be thinking at this point what happened after I got struck?

I died. Gone. Dead-o. finite.

I am just a black charred corpse in the middle of the road with people screaming their heads off looking at me right now.

While dying and becoming a ghost is not something I considered to happen to me while I was making my way to get a Mcflurry, dying by a lightning bolt and then seeing my own charred corpse is not something I ever considered to be in the realm of possibility.

I know! I know! death is unexpected or whatever, still though pretty weird.

Also, it's pretty weird that I am not freaking the fuck out right now, but meh could be some gamer mind effect that some type of god or higher entity made. So people don't go insane once they realize they died, especially so for people who died gruesome deaths like me.

Looking dispassionately around the frankly huge crowd staring at my blackened corpse either crying, taking pictures, or vomiting their guts out all I think about at this moment was how short my life was.

I wouldn't normally bore you with my frankly boring, and useless life story, but at this point, I got nothing to do except that.

So hi? I am Adrian, 18 years of age, a Freshman at NYC University double majoring in Biology and Chemistry. Born and raised in London, England.

I am or well was 5'9ft tall with black hair and blue eyes, now I am just a charred corpse on a Manhattan sidewalk.

I am kinda a comic/anime geek, with Marvel being my favorite comic universe.

No family to speak of, since all of them bit the dust when I was about 12. By all of them, I only mean my Mother since by the time I was born my grandparents were already gone.

My dad? My dad one day took me to a gas station, told me to wait in the car since he wanted to buy milk, and that he'll be back in 5.

Need I say more?

Yeah kinda sad, but not really. I heard worse.

So….am I just supposed to chill here for a bit or something?

I mean for some reason I can't walk 5 feet away from my corpse before hitting an invisible wall, and honestly, I am getting kinda bored, and angry with all the people surrounding me. Also where the fuck is the police or paramedics? Like I know I am dead and there is no rush but like dude come take my corpse out of the sidewalk.

Should I start singing or something to pass the time? At this point I don't mind hearing the horrible screeching I call my singing voice If I can pass the time.

I'll give it 5 minutes before I unleash the beast.

...

Welp.

~Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me~

~I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed~

Just as I was getting into the good part a portal appeared in front of me and started sucking me in(not in the way your thinking).

Would you look at that? Guess someone up there finally decided to do something about me, right after I started to sing. Must've really liked what they were hearing.


It was bright.

Not the white light at the end of the tunnel bright, more like sunny day bright.

Also, everything looked to be way bigger than I remembered, and I read way too many novels, and fan-fiction to not know what happened.

I, of course, freaked out a bit before I came to that conclusion, but let's not talk about that

Now it's just a matter of finding out who the fuck I am, where I am, and when I am.

Easier said than done though.

However just as I said that a slew of information and images were metaphorically rammed into by brain.

It didn't really hurt, but it was disorienting.

Apparently whoever decided to shuck me into this new life decided to be nice and gave me some general information.

First thing first apparently I am a devil.

Yeah, that's not something any sane person would say normally, but yeah I am a devil now.

Specifically a DXD devil, that alone is overpowered into itself since those motherfuckers have magic based on imagination.

Imagination. Fucking imagination. As in anything you imagine you can do.

All you need is enough power and you can pretty much become God with a capital G.

It would seem though that whoever ROB'd me was feeling extra nice and decided that no! Getting reincarnated into a random devil isn't op enough, so they decided to reincarnate me into the strongest devil ever born.

Sirzechs 'fucking' Gremory.

As if getting reincarnated into the strongest devil in existence wasn't enough, I was granted five incredibly overpowered magnificent powers.

Honestly if even if you took away all my devil magic, and reincarnate me instead into a normal human I would still have been incredibly overpowered with just those five powers.

Hell, I would wager my entire life savings if I still had them that I would be able to reach Great Red, Trihexa, and Ophis levels of power easily and even surpass them.

So even though I died a horrible death, got reincarnated essentially losing my identity into a harem anime that if you look hard enough would see that underneath the fan service and comedy aspects there is a world filled with violence, war, conspiracies, and absolute fuckery in the background.

That's not even mentioning that people could do ridiculous things like get power-ups from breasts, or break the fundamental laws of reality casually.

Or the fact that there are beings so powerful that they can easily disintegrate you.

No, despite all of this, despite the fact that I should be afraid, terrified even, I wasn't. No. Instead, I was ecstatic.

Maybe if I was born as a normal human, without a sacred gear or any overpowered cheat I would have been scared out of my mind. I would have probably hid in some dark corner of the world, hoping and praying that the world wouldn't suddenly implode on itself and take me with it.

But I wasn't was I? No! I was reborn into the body of the strongest devil to ever exist with five overpowered bullshit essences.

I could do this! No. I would do this! I can't possibly wallow away and hide like a little bitch.

Not when I can so clearly see the golden throne on top just waiting for me to sit on it.

Now all I need to figure out is how the fuck am I supposed to survive without getting PTSD as a baby.


AN: Kinda short, but it's the prologue. Expect the next chapter to be 5k+ at least. Also, Sirzechs might seem OP, but he is in the Sliver Age universe. You know? The universe where Superman sneezed and destroyed a whole fucking solar system. He needs all the help he can get.

Essences:

1. Essence of Blank

By taking this essence, you gain but one benefit:

Your potential becomes limitless. You can learn any discipline or skillset, even if you shouldn't be capable of it, without forgetting it and practice them into mastery, no matter how many you learn. Any abilities you have from other Essences will increase where possible and develop in ways beyond their initial purpose

2. Essence of the Archmage

By consuming the essence of the Archmage you gain several boons

Perfect memory with infinite storage

Beyond genius level intellect

Capacity to learn any 'magic' even unique ones upon seeing it once or understanding enough about it. This also includes things like Ki, Chakra, soul power, etc.

Possess a supernatural reactor that can adapt to any supernatural energy to fuel spells, enchantments, powers, etc. this reactor provides a steady supply of power that will grow over time, right now you could use high consumption abilities with wild abandon and still not make much of a dent after a few hours.

Can teach others systems even if they previously lacked the capacity.

Manipulate entire systems or combine then with experimentation.

are capable of casting any spell as long as you have the energy not requiring any extra element like a focus or materials. The time required to cast if any remains however.

3. Essence of the Warlord

By consuming the essence of the Warlord you are granted several boons.

A body just above peak of your species in ability, one sculped to your tastes.

Infinite willpower to tackle any foe, even bloody and broken you will not stop.

Endless endurance, stamina, and immunity to pain.

You possess potent regenerative abilities, otherwise fatal wounds like getting impaled through the heart or having your intestines torn out is a minor inconvenience. Organs will right themselves and heal back as they were, severed limbs will come back and reattach themselves, and any unwanted or hostile foreign contaminants will be expelled with extreme prejudice. Even decapitation is not the end as long as your brain or body is relatively intact. Anything too damaged or completely destroyed will otherwise simply spring forth anew where it should be.

Supernatural mastery of many weapons and unarmed styles, even just plain old brawling.

Immense skill conducting war on a strategic and tactical level.

Good handle of logistics and how to raise and train a force from a small band of soldiers to entire armies.

Charisma to lead and inspire said armies even at your darkest hour.

The ability to call forth homunculi troops that are trained and equipped (including mounts, beasts, or vehicles up to a certain size) to at the very least of the standard of whatever world you find yourself in. Should you have different tastes or the requisite skills these forces may be called forth with equipment that is produced by yourself such as enchanted weapons and armor for your elite troops. The number of homunculi you can call forth is determined by your power, the stronger you are the more homunculi can be called forth. These homunculi are absolutely loyal and cannot be turned on you through normal methods. The upkeep and Logistics of these homunculi are taken into account when summoned the necessary supports summoned with them.

4. Essence of the Mad Doctor

Perfect memory with infinite storage

Beyond genius level intellect

Can make potions that can do almost anything, from immortality, to regeneration or even cause someone to fall in love with a specific target.

Immunity to disease and poison mundane and magical

Immense knowledge on occult and alchemical lore that updates itself should you find a way to travel to different worlds.

Supernaturally skilled at medicine, can cure just about anything with some research, already know how to tackle most ailments already.

Master of life and biology, able to create homunculi that are superior to regular versions of their species in all areas including being ageless and perfectly loyal to you.

you may also create other creatures like sewn together Frankenstein abominations, chimera, or other mutated beasts.

Can conjure ingredients from thin air.

5. Essence of the Crafter

Master craftsman, able to design, build, and maintain anything from machines to a simple shovel.

Flawless work, anything created will never rot or rust only able to be destroyed through violence. These creations are extremely durable as well.

Creations work better than one made by someone else.

Can conjure dead or inorganic materials needed to work with from thin air.

Ability to craft items on par with those in myth and legend, spears that never miss, swords that can cut through anything, invulnerable armor, etc.

Can force specific abilities onto items through sheer skill and ability to craft on a conceptual level.