God's Game – The First Inheritor

Summary: I was hyped when I learned I was getting Isekai'd, wondering what cool power I'd get to help me fuck shit up. Instead, I ended up an orphan in Italy, with no powers of my own to help me survive in the world of Devils, Angels, and Tits… But just because I wasn't sent to the world with power, doesn't mean I could obtain it after. 'Welcome to the Game.' SI/Gamer OC

Prologue: The End of Mundanity

You know, when you die you kind of hope for something, know what I mean?

When I died in my hospital bed, I was hoping there would be something waiting for me, maybe not the pearly gates- I knew I wasn't a great person- but I had hoped for something beyond the material realm.

And I did get something… Just not what I expected.

I ended up sitting in front of a desk, sitting opposite a pretty girl who was dealing with some paperwork.

"Welcome to the afterlife," the girl said in a bored voice. "Please state your name, cause of death, and age of death."

I hesitated. "I um… What?"

She looked up, annoyance shining in her brown eyes. "Please don't make this difficult. TL; DR, you're dead. Yes, yes, very sad. Now please hurry this up, I have so many more of you to go through today."

"Um… Jack Robert White, lung cancer, 29," I told her, a bit put out by how uncaring she was being.

"Right," she nodded, looking down at her papers. "Let's see here, Jack Robert White…" Her eyes widened. "… I'm sorry, you said Lung Cancer and 29?"

"Um… Yes?"

The woman frowned. "Hold on a moment," she waved a hand, and suddenly I couldn't hear anything as she pulled out what looked like a phone and tapped on it, calling someone.

She began to talk, looking to become more and more distressed and annoyed, before she sighed and nodded, hanging up. She looked at me and waved her hand, frowning, "Well, Jack White, I've got good news and bad news for you."

"I'm literally dead, how can there be bad news?" I asked her.

"You weren't supposed to die yet."

I stared at her, blinking. "… What?"

"According to the documents I have here," she lifted up some papers. "You weren't supposed to die of cancer, lung or otherwise. You were supposed to get married, have 3 kids, and pass away peacefully in your sleep, one of the lucky life plans. But you died way too soon, and in a way that shouldn't have been possible."

I stared at her as I processed that… I wasn't supposed to die of Lung Cancer? All the suffering I went through, and I was supposed to have a full life? What kind of bullshit was this?

"This creates a dilemma for us," she rubbed the sides of her head. "We can't exactly send you back. When you die, you can't return to the world you came from unless it's through reincarnation, but you don't qualify for that. That being said, we can't accept you into the afterlife because it's unfair for you. So, we'll have to enact the Isekai Clause."

I stared at her, my jaw dropping. "You don't mean-?"

"Yes," she groaned. "You'll be sent to another world, do as you like, live life to the fullest, yada yada yada. Just pick a world so we can get this crap over with."

I stared at her. "Um… Any world?"

"Any world that isn't your old one," she told him. "Marvel, DC, Naruto, Bleach, Adventure Time, Ben 10, any world you want as long as it isn't your old one."

"Can I have time to think about it?" I asked her.

"Make it quick," she told me. "Like I said, I have other people to see to today."

I gave a quick nod and ran over a mental list of my Top 5 Worlds: Dragon Ball, Naruto, DxD, Fairy Tail, DanMachi.

Naruto, DanMachi, and Fairy Tail were all out simply because I wouldn't be able to live without the internet on a certain level. That left it a toss up between Dragon Ball and DxD.

I thought about it briefly, before I ultimately decided on DxD. Dragon Ball would be cool, but with all the literal world ending threats that came on a daily basis, it would be rough to deal with. DxD did have those, but they were less rough, and I would feel a bit more flexible with my actions there. Plus, harem.

"Highschool DxD," I told her.

She nodded and snapped her fingers, a file appearing on her desk as she looked over it, before she nodded. "Okay, got it all here. You're new name will be Antonio Bianchi, an orphan in Italy, Rome," she nodded, signing before she turned the paper over to me with the pen. "Sign here."

I barely gave the paper a glance before I signed, eager for my isekai adventure.

"Okay, all done," she snapped her fingers, and light began to cover my body and vision. "Have fun, try not to die again, we'd rather only enact the isekai clause once."

I smiled eagerly for my future in the world of devils, angels, and tits… Before my eyes widened. "Hey, wait!" I called out as light covered my vision. "You didn't tell me what power I'd get with my Isekai!"

The woman looked at me in pure confusion and said words that would haunt my dreams for years after.

"What powers?"

My world was covered in light, and I knew only dread.

~~God's Game~~

That was how I was Isekai'd as Antonio Bianchi, or Tony for short, Isekai'd in a world of supernatural, while the only thing 'super' about me was how 'natural' I was.

Granted, it wasn't like I gave up right away. Growing up, I knew training hard could grant powers like Sairaorg had proved, you could become physically strong enough to make up for a power gap in magical abilities.

Sadly, I had no real way to escalate my training. No way to really increase the weights, no way to obtain a proper martial arts teacher or anything.

Not to say it didn't pay off, a healthy diet and working out hard resulted in me having something I lacked in my last life even before the lung cancer: muscles. I wouldn't go so far as to say I was hot, but I had a muscled body that made me not feel like such a piece of crap, like I did in my last life.

I stared in the mirror of the bathroom at my new appearance, still not used to it even after fourteen years of living in this body. My toned figure, my more angular face, the blonde hair, the blue eyes… I didn't think I would ever get used to it.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, a bitter look on my face. "Fourteen years, and nothing," I grunted. Was I bitter about being Isekai'd into such a dangerous world, in arguably one of the more dangerous places- Rome- with absolutely no powers? Yes, but I'd kind of gotten over it at this point. Sure, I'd never get to bang any of my favourite girls, but there was always a chance I'd find a nice girl to settle down with down the line.

"Oi, Tony!" I heard banging on the door, and a male voice calling out. "Hurry up!"

I sighed. "Gimme a second, Alfredo!" I called back, quickly drying off my body with my towel before I slipped on pants and a button up shirt, rubbing my head with the towel as I pushed open the door and came out. A brown-haired male quickly brushed past me and headed into the bathroom as I came out, slamming the door shut behind him.

I let out a soft sigh as I made my way back to the sleeping area, taking a seat on my bed and continuing to dry my hair with the towel. I cast my gaze over the room which almost seemed to be barely holding together. Good enough to keep out the rain but looking to be on the verge of collapse.

I missed all the things I'd taken for granted in my previous life: the good food, my own room, hell my laptop! It was only by working part-time jobs that I was even able to buy a phone, and it just wasn't the same, but I dealt with it.

I let out another sigh as I removed the towel from my head, grabbing a book beside the bed- one of the Darren Shan vampire series- and flicked it open as I lay down on the bed, though I wasn't really that focused on the book.

I didn't know how long until canon started, if it already had started, or anything. I couldn't help but wonder, would I see exorcists around at some point? Had I seen them, but ended up ignoring them due to the magic on their clothes?

I was in Rome… Hell, Vatican City wasn't that far, I could probably walk there if I wanted to, but I didn't for obvious reasons. I didn't want to risk them erasing my memories because I knew things I shouldn't. Besides, the Church was always painted in a rather negative light in the DxD Universe- hell, in a lot of anime universes. I wasn't going to become another victim.

"The Field Trip is tomorrow," I heard a voice say, glancing over to the left and seeing Aurora speaking with Isabella. "I can't believe our school forked out the money for us to go to Milan!"

"I know, I'm stoked," Isabella smiled. "I heard rumours the Vatican donated money for our trip, apparently they regularly donate to schools in Rome that have a lot of Orphans so they can experience really fun field trips."

"That's really nice of them," Aurora smiled. "Maybe one day we can work in the Vatican? You know, give back what they gave to us?"

"Oh, that sounds like a really cool idea! But we'll have to work hard if we wanna do that."

"We'll have to work hard anyway," she pointed out. "What's a bit more work in order to pay back the people who help us out now?"

"Good point, we'll make this trip worth it then, and then work hard to pay the church back."

I let out a sigh as I closed my book, setting it back down beside my bed as I rolled over, burying my head into the pillow.

Being the cynical guy I was, I couldn't help but overhear what they were saying, and just see it as another ploy by the church to get more 'believers' to expand themselves. I understood the tactic, but it didn't mean I was a huge fan of it. Granted, I was a hypocrite, I'd probably do the same thing.

'Whatever, there's no point thinking about it,' I thought to myself. 'I'm just going to make myself even more annoyed that I can't be part of the supernatural… Stupid fucking 'isekai clause' that didn't even give me any powers…'

I took a breath and shook my head, there was no point getting bitter over it any more. I should just focus on living my life and trying to be happy.

Even so, it still took me quite a while before I went to sleep, a sense of bitter anger filling me, as it had almost every night for the last fourteen years.

~~God's Game~~

I let out a sigh as we stepped off the train into Milan, the four adults coming with us leading us to the hotel we'd be staying at for the next 3 days.

We were assigned our groups and the rooms we'd be staying in, we basically had almost an entire floor to ourselves due to how many students there were, very nearly going onto a second floor, but only nearly.

I let out a soft sigh as I headed into my room with the person I'd be sharing with: Emilia, a gorgeous girl with long white hair and green eyes, with a gorgeous curvy figure. Easily the most popular girl in the class, if not the whole school, thanks to looks alone.

Why was I rooming with a girl? There was an odd number of boys and girls, and we had to draw lots to see who'd be sharing with a girl. I ended up drawing one, and Emilia drew the other, simple as that.

"You can have first pick of which bed you want," I told her. I was a bit anti-social, but I was still going to do my best to remain courteous.

"Thank you," she smiled at me, looking over the two before she took the one closest to the door. "I'll take this one, if that's fine with you?"

"By all means, I don't mind the window bed," I told her, putting my suitcase and bag down on what was now my bed. "So um, we should probably set up some ground rules and stuff? I know we're only gonna stay here for a few days, and that one of us… Er… Seeing the other might be pretty likely, but no reason we can't do our best to make sure it doesn't happen."

She nodded in agreement. "We'll change in the bathroom. How long do you take to show and do your daily necessities?"

I tilted my head. "Er… Usually about 20 minutes to shower, 5-10 for the rest."

"20 minutes? Why do you take that long?"

I offered a shrug. "I kinda get lost in the feeling of the water rushing over my body, it feels really pleasant and I kinda zone out."

She gave a small nod. "Right. Put a sock on the doorknob of the show to bathroom to show its in use?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Great," she nodded, smiling. "I'm Emilia, by the way, though you probably knew that. You're Antonio, right?"

"Just call me Tony."

"Then just call me Emi, okay?"

"Okay, Emi."

She showed me a beautiful smile before she left the room, prompting me to follow.

The both of us waited in the hall as other students came out of their rooms, and the teachers nodded. "Right, you are now free to explore Milan," the teachers told us. "Try to stay in groups, make sure to have change in case you need to use a payphone, but above all else have fun! Make sure you're all back before 8PM."

With that, everyone split off into groups and went to enjoy Milan… While I was left alone. I expected it, I hadn't exactly made friends since I was a bit anti-social, plus nobody else was a workaholic like I was.

I just shook my head, slipping my headphones in and putting on some trashy anime music.

I won't lie, I didn't really know how long I was just wandering around the city, making sure to not excessively use my phone so I could use the GPS and find my way back to the hotel when needed, but I took in all the sights.

I visited the Cathedral, visited the Leonardo da Vinci National Museum of Science and Technology, and just took in Milan's overall beauty as I toured the town, picking up a nice lunch from a local place that did an amazing calzone.

I'd never been the kind of guy to admire the beauty of the world, but I could admit that Milan was a beautiful place, and I was thankful to the church for- allegedly- donating money to help us go on this trip. It didn't mean that I was going to become a devout Christian and worship God, but I could appreciate it.

I pulled out my phone to check the time and let out a soft sigh. 6:30. I didn't need to be back for another hour and a half at most, but I liked to be early rather than barely on time, so I started to make my way back to the hotel, using my GPS to follow a path back.

Inconsistent thing that it was, however, it was taking me a very weird route to a more beaten down and rough part of town, but I just ignored it and followed the app. I was used to walking through sketchy places in my first life, so this kind of place didn't affect or bother me.

I should have been more cautious. I heard a groan and, on instinct, turned my head over to look. From behind me, I heard a rush of air, and didn't think much of it as I focused on where the groan came from. The next instant, the world went black around me as I fell to the ground.

The next thing I knew, I was coming to in a dark, run-down building. My body felt weak, my senses were dull, everything felt almost muddy around me… But I could make out a voice.

"… Awake… Human… Fuel… Growth…" The voice said, causing me to look over… Even with my eyesight swimming, I almost vomited.

I had watched DxD several times, read the light novels many times, and read the manga a lot of times.

But nothing could prepare me for the sheer ugliness that stray devils had. Everyone in the underworld must have been fucking stupid, because Kuroka was fucking gorgeous, and I was now being led to believe all strays took on grotesque, ugly transformations that left them hideous.

How Koneko believed her sister was a stray after seeing how beautiful she was, I would never fucking know.

"By eating you… My power will… Even greater…" The voice was still dull to my ears, my mind still slow from whatever happened to me.

I felt my body being dragged towards the monster, struggling around weakly… Before I began to scream in agony, my senses flaring to 100 as I felt the monster start to eat my leg.

I cannot even begin to describe what it is like to feel your leg being eaten, but all I knew was it was pain. Pain and agony, as it crunched my bones into dust, and tore through my flesh as blood sprayed everywhere.

I lifted my other foot and began to kick at the monster violently, desperate to stop it… But it didn't stop, instead just starting to both of my legs at the same time. I punched with my fists, tried to struggle away, but I could do nothing.

I was only a weak human.

I screamed in agony, tears streaking down my face as it began to eat past my knees, now working its teeth up my thighs… And nearing my pride as a man.

'No, please!' I thought despite the agony surging through my body. 'Not that! Don't eat that! For the love of all that is holy and unholy, DON'T TAKE THAT FROM ME!'

Perhaps my 'prayer' was heard, before the doors were kicked open. The monster reeled back, quickly trying to stuff me in its mouth, but in a blur of movement I was ripped away, half way up my thighs now gone as blood kept pouring from the stumps where my legs used to be.

I looked up weakly and let out a soft gasp at the sight of two people I recognised clearly from watching DxD.

Irina Shidou and Xenovia Quarta.

Exorcists.

"You're terribly cocky, Stray Devil Zuggul," Irina said, her voice so cold it made me shudder as Excalibur Mimic turned into a serrated whip. "Operating so close to the Vatican, it's like you were asking to die."

"In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit… We shall eliminate you," Xenovia said, lifting Exalibur Destruction over her shoulder.

Zuggul didn't stand a chance. The fight, if it could even be called that, lasted less than a minute as the stray's body was obliterated by the two Excaliburs, blood spraying all over the ground.

My breathing grew heavier as I felt the world around me dulling, and the two Exorcists made their way over to me.

"We were too late…" Irina murmured. "He's lost way too much blood… Even if we were to have the Holy Maiden with us, I don't think she could fix this."

Xenvoia gave a soft nod. "Let's pray for him," she said softly, falling down on one knee as Irina did the same.

'Don't…' I thought to myself, my throat too hoarse to speak. 'Don't pray for me… It won't help… God is dead…'

"O' Lord, please guide this lost lamb back safely into your arms," the two murmured together. "May he find peace, happiness, and love with you in the kingdom above, and may his pain fade away as he enters his rest. Amen."

'Stop it… Please…'

The two continued to murmur their prayer as the world around me grew darker, unable to speak or cry out at the unfairness of the world killing me at fourteen when I was supposed to live a long, happy life this time.

"Come on," Xenovia said softly. "We should go…"

Irina gave a soft sniff before she nodded and got up, walking out the doors with her partner.

'No!' I wanted to scream. 'Don't go! Don't leave me alone!'

But they couldn't hear me as they walked away, leaving me where I was… Dying.

'Why…? Why did this have to happen? Wasn't I supposed to be happy? Live a fulfilling life? Grow to an old age, have kids? Isn't that the entire reason I was sent to this world…?'

'I hate this… I miss my old world… I miss my parents, my siblings, my friends… I miss Britain, its shitty weather and crappy ideas, and stupid ass populace… I just… I just want to go home… But I can't… Instead I'm stuck in this world, all alone. All because of that fucking secretary angel bitch who sent me to a dangerous world like this without telling me I wouldn't be getting any powers! If I'd known that, I'd have picked a world where at least I could train myself up, like Naruto, or Fairy Tail or something! Or a peaceful world like Gamers!'

I turned my gaze to the ceiling, the light of the moon shining through, but the world around me was turning black as my vision faded away. I knew that I was going to die, and I lamented it. My first death had been painful, but this was a different kind of pain, and it was arguably just as bad.

'I'm going to die… I'm going to die again. And this time, it's not going to be surrounded by my loved ones as I pass on, but it's going to be alone, missing half my body thanks to a stray devil… A stupid stray devil too, since this place is only a few hours away from Rome…'

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I closed my eyes.

'I only wish that I get to live a happy life next time…'

My world turned black.

~~God's Game~~

Michael, one of the Archangels of Heaven and acting-God, was staring at his father's throne once again.

After his father's death, it became his duty to manage the World System that kept things running, but he wasn't his father, and he couldn't do it as well as he could. That was why so many glitches in the Sacred Gear System kept popping up, why Sacred Gears could now do more than they could before. Unlike his father, he was unable to answer all of those prayers.

He couldn't even manage the church properly with how busy he was, needing to almost completely close off Heaven in fear someone might learn about his father's death. He lamented all the talented, faithful people that had been kicked out of the Church because they learned the truth of God's death in the Great War.

'A necessary evil,' he told himself. The way his wings flickered black briefly made him shake his head. 'No, it isn't, I'm just afraid what impact father's death will have, and I'm afraid of it getting out. That's why I made that order.' His wings flickered back to gold, and he let out a soft sigh. Though it wasn't one of relief, but disappointment in himself.

He looked at that Empty Throne. A throne that was supposed to be his, but one that he never once sat in because he didn't feel worthy to sit in it.

That was his father's seat. And, no matter how he tried, he knew that he would never be his father. And so, he never dared sit in that throne, because it didn't belong to him.

He closed his eyes, his mind going back to more fond memories. Days before Lucifer had been cast out of Heaven for attempting to overthrow their father, back when they had all been a happy, loving family.

And then Lucifer had let his title as their father's first son go to his head and had attempted to overthrow him. He was cast out, and his followers went with him.

He thought back to the times when his father used to sit down with each individual angel, and just talk to them. No grand speeches, no special orders, they'd just talk. He'd ask about their day, how they were doing, if they had anything they wanted to talk about with him.

To Michael, God had been the perfect father.

And now, he was gone. Lost after sealing the Trihexa and dying to slay the Four Great Satans.

'I should have been there,' Michael thought to himself. 'I should have been there fighting alongside him, if I had than maybe… Maybe he would still be with us. I don't know if I can do this… I don't know what to do, father… I'm sorry, I failed you…'

Michael bowed his head and turned to leave the throne room behind, feeling as if he was dirtying the throne's presence simply by being there. After all, that was his father's seat. A seat that he was unworthy to look at, let alone sit in.

But that was when he felt it. Something washed over him, something familiar, but something he couldn't quite place. It had been so long, he had forgotten this feeling, and puzzled about what it could be.

But when he turned around, a sharp gasp escaped his lips at what he saw. He trembled… He stared… And he cried, a joyful smile on his lips as he fell to his knees, and the Archangel began to pray.

He paid no heed as the doors opened behind him, and he heard one of his brother's voices speaking before they gasped, and knelt beside him, starting to pray too.

He paid no heed as his two other siblings joined them soon after, all four Archangels lined up and praying as they felt something they had not felt in so long, crying as they felt hope for the future, smiling as they looked upon the throne of their father.

For the Empty Throne, that had been dull for so many years, was glowing a brilliant white as it had in the days when the Biblical God was alive.

~~God's Game~~

A sharp gasp left my lips as I sat up, breathing heavily as sweat covered my face and body. I looked around the room frantically, my breathing hard, before I slowly relaxed as I realised I was in my hotel room, Emilia sleeping nearby.

"… Was that… Just a dream…?" I said aloud, shuddering in displeasure. If it was, then it was an incredibly realistic dream, and I hated it.

I climbed out of my bed, grabbing a change of clothes and stumbling to the bathroom, putting a sock on the door handle as I opened it, closing it behind me. I splashed my face with water, taking deep breaths.

"It was just a dream," I mumbled to myself. "Just a dream… That was all… Just a dream…" I slowly looked up into the mirror… And saw a text box hovering in front of my face.

Welcome to the Game!

I stared for a long time at the text box hovering in front of me, pinching my cheek, rubbing my eyes, doing anything I could to make the illusion in front of me fade. And yet, it didn't go away. It stayed there, staring right back at me.

"… What?"