Mastering The Arts In A Dangerous World

Chapter 1:Jaded Eyes Lead A Perfectionist

|Congratulations! you have been selected amongst 7-billion souls to reincarnate with the Gamer system, Would you like to accept this gift? |

Glowing jaded eyes peered through the darkness, neither surprised, angered, nor saddened. These eyes belonged to a translucent, genderless, glowing...thing. Whatever it was, even I, or you could only see it's silhouette.. The figure reached over to the screen, pressing the letter Y.

Suddenly

A twist and turn of space and time, and the being landed in front of a kaleidoscope of color swirling around the beings eyes, colors, Vibrant, Beautiful colors, unseen by the human eye. Twisting, turning, mixing, with various shades of beauty. Rose, and burgundy red, Sky, and Ocean blue. So many colors that you could lose, mixed within the painting of the universe itself, creating art that would bring tears to your eyes. Leaving you only able to cry out at the sheer magnificence of life, and death. Experiencing the very concept of both. Understanding that both are unchangeable, eternal, and beautiful. The very image of standing in front of the Galaxy of galaxies, the Universe of Universes, the very fabric of concept, it would lead one to appreciate the tree standing guard outside your window. With birds, and leaves sitting upon its branches, Vibrant with life, watching as the world moves on with its existence. With all of the lives, the tree, the grass, the birds knowing that one day they too may die. Yet they continue on, living not only for their offspring, yet also for themselves. Leaving behind a small legacy, known only to those that observed it. Just like everything, that legacy too, will wither away, and die, for death is unmoving. It is unyielding, never stopping, nor bending to the whims of a being. As everything that thinks themselves conquered death, will too, eventually wither to it. For death is as patient, as it is Inevitable.

Life bends to no man, nor being. As it is like death, It is Patient, it is Unyielding, it is Inevitable. The very image of standing in front of the concept of life itself would bring the image of the birth of a universe. A singular speck of existence, slowly moving, patiently treading. Finally meeting its partner after an eternity of movement, entering a dance of spins, and twirls. Coming close together, yet never touching. Teasing, Playing with one another. Where both come forward, nearly grazing one another, yet never meeting. Getting closer, and closer together. When finally, they meet, and suddenly there is heatcolorsmellfeelcoldbrightdark LIFE. Then you understand, both are needed for one another, without life there is no death. Without death there is an overabundance of life. It is balance, Yin, and Yang.

Standing in front of the very concept of death, and life, brings beauty that will sear itself into your brain. Pushing you, further, and further. Just to see that image once more. Just to be able to witness the very concept, the very origin, of beauty one more time. Alas, as does life, everything must come to an end.

|And thus, your journey begins. With a swirl of beauty, and color. You know, this, this is all you. The beauty that is swirling in front of you, it's something that your future self has created. Sending you their masterpiece. The one thing that they hold pride in the most. Most would simply find themselves pressured by power unimaginable. But you, you love art, you love ALL of the arts. Cooking, Painting, Drawing, Singing, Acting. You love to create, and you love to bring happiness with your creations. The admins, and Veteran players will admire you for that kid. Have a nice journey, I'd usually be an asshole, but... Just, start character creation.|

The being blinked the ectoplasmic tears from its eyes, staring down at its hands in wonder. 'I'll make this one day? I'll be able to create such strong feelings one day?... No, No I will do better. I've tasted a masterpiece that I, from the future, have created, but I'll make a better one.' it thought. Looking back up, the being saw it had been transported to a grey room, with a mannequin placed in front of it.

|You just have to think of the changes to your body for it to happen|

Looking at the box floating in the air, the being nodded, and turned to the mannequin. Before a thought struck its mind. "Does the body I create adhere to normal rules? Like, If I have 0% body fat, all muscle, will I still get very lethargic, and get very unmotivated, stuff like that?"

|No, the body does not adhere to normal rules. At most you will get a permanent debuff that will minus your vitality or something.|

The being nodded, turning back to the mannequin, it started to sculpt it into the model. First he added his dick, ensuring that it was 10 inches long soft, he then started removing body fat, leaving a very small amount(Just like google Helmut Strebl or smthn, its hard to explain his physique.).Moving onto his face he sculpted it into being perfectly symmetrical, making his chin squared, and sexy He moved onto his eyes, coloring his eyes a deep, smoldering, rich amber, he adjusted his skin to be a #ad763f tan. Once finished with his skin, he moved onto his hair, shifting it to a white gold, and putting it up into a men`s ponytail, and so, for the next week or so he adjusted, and perfected his sculpture to his satisfaction. After all, if you're going to have a new body, why not make it the very best, most handsome, body in all of existence.

"I'm ready," The man said, smiling at his creation.

|Oh? You're finally done? well lets see it th-... I think I can understand why it took so much time now.|

Standing at 6'5, the body had a perfect tan with the musculature of a veritable mountain of a man, Rippling with muscle from head to toes. It was perfectly symmetrical, along with completely blemish-less. It was neither too hairy, nor was it hairless. sitting comfortably between. Its muscles were further pronounced by its wide shoulders, and perfectly placed bones. Its face was perfectly symmetrical, with its eyes, a deep, rich, and blazing amber fire puncturing your very soul. It's perfectly manicured eyebrows sitting atop its eyes. Its chin was squared, and muscled. The face's lips were fine (don't want to risk that, don't really know what lips a manly man would have). Its hair had not a touch out of place, its white gold hair pulled up in a ponytail. It's hairline allows for a normal sized forehead. Overall, it looked intimidating, Sexy, and as if it were the pinnacle of man. (writing that paragraph made me feel uncomfortable, not that I have a problem with the LGBTQ community, but I don't like having to describe someone to be as appealing as possible, it makes me feel weird.)

|Alright, time to ship you out, pick a class first though, and after that you get your skills. You already know how this works, assuming from how you didn't react when I appeared.

[Melee] [Ranged(Guns are for pussies)] [Magic shit] [Support(Bitch-boy class)]|

Frowning, The Being asked "Hey, why aren't there any general classes, like for arts, and shit?"

|That comes after you complete a class dumbass, so select a class.|

The being sighed, before picking Melee, He always did like beating the shit out of people with nothing but his fists, and pure physical superiority.

|Alright, now,

[Martial artist] [Knight(DEUS VULT)] [ummm fuckn, I dunno Hammer guy?] [Thief(gonna steal your girl)]|

The being didn't hesitate before pressing martial artist, after all, nothings better than beating your opponents face in with their own arm or something.

|Alright, so, here are the stats you gain each level. When you start out, all of your stats start at 10. So yeah.

[Martial Autist(heh, I can make this joke cause I'm autistic)

+ 5 Str. per level

+4 Dex. per level

+ 7 Vit. per level]

Now, here are your first skills, also observe isn't a skill you dickhead, that would be too easy.

[Gamers Body~ Passive

+no matter what you do to your body, it can only improve

+If you get hurt, it translates over to HP, and not wounds. You can get your heart ripped out, and carry on as if it were but a flesh wound

+You don't need sleep, Missing sleep will only have a placebo happen where you think its bad or something]

[Gamers Mind~ Passive

+Keeps you calm when panicked

+Lets you enjoy immortality fuckhead

+mental illness? fuck that.

+Mind control? Memory robbing? General mind fuckery? hell no!]

[Street Rats Martial arts~ Both active, and passive

+gives you knowledge of how to beat a fuckers face in

+active +0.5% Str ,Dex, and Vit. bonus]

Aight, that's it for skills. Want to select some fuckin perks? buy 1, get a flaw free!|

The man ponder- Nope he straight up just said okay, and sent the game spinning for a perk.

|Ding

Perk acquired: [Sirens Song ~ Passive, and Active

+When active, makes your singing enchanting, making them stop, and get enchanted, unable to attack or react to anything.. People may break out of it if they are wearing earplugs, or have a strong will.

+Has a passive effect of making people trust you more, along with making your singing a lot more pleasant to the ear.]

Flaw acquired: [True Russian

+Because you are true russian you will only be able to drink vodka(only that, no water), you must wear the pelt of the first bear you kill as a coat(the bear will find you, it will be a polar bear), you can tame a bear easily, you get instant mastery of the machine gun, and you must wear at least one article of adidas clothing at all times.]|

The man said nothing, staring at the flaw, before smirking, and snorting. "Hey system, what would happen if I don't adhere to the rules?"

|You die|

... Not knowing what to say to that, the man spun once more.

|You have acquired the Perk: [Beer man

+Conjure any alcoholic beverage anywhere]

You have acquired the Flaw: [Smoker

+you're addicted to smoking]|

|For a final fuck you for making me wait so long, you dick, here|

You have gained the flaw: [Lobster

+Lobsters hate you with a burning passion. You will never be safe from them, inland or not. Tens will swarm you, and you must kill them or your life is forfeit.]|

Silence pervaded the white hellscape, The man had no Idea of what to say to the last flaw, and so, he didn't.

|Type your name in: Misha Doskeiavich

Transporting you to your world.

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Welcome to Highschool DxD, where you can Bang chicks, Flex your superiority, and get high. That's it, that's literally all the appeal of this universe. Enjoy, I hope we never see each other again.|

Then suddenly, there was color. A room appeared, one with an oak wood plank floor, and cream colored walls. It's living room had a couch, and a TV. one which stood upon a shelf. The couch itself was a brown cloth, it looked homey, comfy even, and to the left of the living room was a glass door, leading to a balcony, where you could sit down, have a smoke, and watch the sunset. Misha turned around, looking at the kitchen, it had a marble island, one with oak cabinets, and beyond that was the kitchen itself, with a stove top, and an oven, along with a sink, and microwave. All placed in a tabletop. To the right of the cooking area was a fridge, a white, standard one that had an ice dispenser. Nothing special. Misha inspected the kitchen, unfazed by the travel that had just occurred. With him only really using 1 plate, fork, knife, and spoon. He didn't really need a dishwasher. With a slight smile on his face, Misha walked out of the kitchen to inspect his newest home more. It wasn't big, only having one bedroom, one bathroom, and a laundry.

So, with a content smile Misha sat on his bed, before sighing, and calling out "Stats"

|Name:Misha Doskeiavich

Level:1

Next level up:0/100 exp

Class:Martial Artist(+5 Str,4 Dex,7 Vit/Lvl)

Hp:100/100(Vit*10)

Mp100/100(Int*Wis)

Str:10

Dex:10

Vit:10

Int:10

Wis:10

Luk:10

Char:10|

Atk Dmg:20

Misha frowned at the screen, his stats were too low for his liking. Glancing longingly at his black memory foam mattress, he sighed before standing. Sitting down on the floor, he relaxed. Ignoring his thoughts was easy, as his thoughts had no voice, they never had one actually. Allowing himself to sink into the nothingness that pervaded his sight, he allowed it to spread across his senses. This was the farthest he had ever achieved. Nevertheless, boldly, he kept going. His ears ignore all sounds other than the emptiness of the void, sinking further in.. Further…. Further….

Light, a ball of light appeared, scorching his senses. It had no color you could name, its glow was ethereal. Misha paused there, taking in the beauty of the ball. Yet, though it was beautiful, it wasn't the most beautiful thing he had seen. Reaching out, Misha grasped the glowing marble, and pulled. The marble gave resistance, not wanting to move from its resting place. Though the marble was stubborn, Misha didn't give up, and, after a long time of pulling. The marble started to move ever so slowly, Misha strained, his veins bulged, his brain gained another wrinkle, and his face turned red. The marble slingshotted into Misha's perspective, sinking into his being.

|Ding!

You have unlocked your mana|

Misha's eyes blinked open, His pupils contracting to adjust to the sudden light. Squinting at the screen, he nodded his head. Standing up, he stretched, then looked at his stats once again. Wondering something, he asked "Hey system, what's the highest stat a normal human can achieve?"

|25|

All Misha did was nod. Having fought in a war, he could say that most things didn't faze him that much anymore. Looking back at his statistics bar, he sighed. 'Guess I won't be able to die anymore, I had made a vow to only be able to die in battle, and that I'll have to work myself as hard as I can, reaching as far as I can before going down in a blaze of glory…. Heh, at least I achieved it once.'

Mentally saying 'close' He walked out of his bedroom, and into the living room. Reaching his hand out, he closed his eyes, imagining that glowy ball thing liquidizing, and rushing up his hand, oozing out of the surface, and suddenly spreading into the air. He imagined his mana making cracks in reality, causing reality itself to fall apart around him, and onto the floor.

|Ding!

Skill created:[InstantDungeon:Create

It's what you think it is, dumbass. It creates a dungeon where you can find, and kill monsters for EXP, and Money.] |

Opening his eyes, Misha found himself in a wasteland, just scorched dirt in all directions. No buildings, no wildlife. Just, scorched dirt. Misha tried what he did again, making reality break around him, and plop him into his apartment.

|Ding!

Skill Created:[InstantDungeon:Exit

Exits your ID, cannot exit when in a boss battle] |

Reading the last sentence, he frowned. There goes an escape plan. Sighing, he plopped onto the couch, and reached towards the remote on the coffee table, only to grab a letter. Glancing at it, he read it.

Hey, so uh, yeah. You're going to school. You can guess the rest.

Basically whats happening is you're going to be in third year classes, you are a russian foreign exchange student(I know cliche), you are an orphan with your father dying of cancer, and your mother dying as collateral in the second russian-chechen war in 2005. You have served in the army by tricking them into believing you were an adult only 1 year after your mothers death. Receiving the "Hero of the russian federation" award, along with the 1st class order "merit for the fatherland". You got these by fighting, and sabotaging an entire army, then escaping wounded(leaving around 70 dead) then escaping into the wilderness, and surviving the harsh conditions, along with occasionally taking out enemy scouts. You came back wearing a bear pelt, scarred, and on the brink of death. Not long after you recovered you went back to fighting, and took down an entire enemy village not unlike Leo Major did back in WW2. Not long after you did this the war ended, with Russia being the victor. They only realized you were not an adult a year before the war ended, so they kicked you out. You moved to japan after that, enrolling in Kuoh academy soon after. Oh yeah, you have school today at 7:30 am.

-Formally, your guy.

Confused at the part saying he was heavily scarred, he lifted his shirt. Seeing large scars dotting his person. His lips pursed, seeing one scar that looked very similar to one in his previous life. Flashbacks of riots, Death, and battle flashed in his mind, quickly clearing his mind of the past battles he suffered He stood up, checked the wooden clock reading 6:50 mounted above his door frame, he got dressed, and headed out for a walk.

Misha walked around Kuoh, taking in the locations of everything. He soon found the school, and checked his watch. It was 7:13, and he had nothing to do, so he walked in, and went to the principles office to check in.

The principal was mildly intrigued to read his history. Though confused at the mild reaction, Misha decided to just accept it and move on. Not 5 minutes later he was checked in, and had his schedule. Walking to the first class of the day. He plopped down in a chair, and plugged in his headphones, tuning the world out to sink into the sound. He took note of, and analyzed every student that walked into the room though. The bell rang soon, and he put his headphones away. Ready to go through the whole Anime transfer student cliche.

And indeed did it happen, as soon after the bell rang a teacher walked in, and she told the class "We've got a transfer student from Russia today, Misha Doskeiavich, please come up here, and introduce yourself to everyone here"

Standing up to his entire height, he walked to the podium, towering over the teacher. His jaded amber eyes searched across the room, and soon he spoke, his deep, and gruff voice sounding around the room "My name is Misha Doskeiavich, I like quiet, and dislike loud noises. Thank you for your time."

Finishing what he said, he walked away from the podium, and continued down between the desks back to his seat. He passed a red-haired woman, along with a brunette along the way, he only gave them a passing glance, and sat back down in his seat. Taking note of the 2 devils in the room. As the teacher thanked him, and went on to start teaching the class math he stared at the whiteboard blankly. This was mostly to tune out the whispering about how they want him to break their pussy.

He decided to instead just pay attention to the class.


|For understanding a lesson on calculus you gain +3 INT|

Glancing at the screen as Misha headed to his next class, he thought of what he just read 'So I gain stats after finishing whatever activity I'm doing to increase it? Cool, I guess.''

Opening the door, he sat in his seat, and looked at his teacher. Who was introducing him again. Groaning on the inside, he sighed, stood up, and introduced himself.


(MISHA POV)

This went on for the whole day, getting introduced, paying attention to classes, and gaining 1-2 points afterwards. The stat gains were pretty simple to predict, like getting INT from classes that required calculation or memorization, WIS from those that required problem solving skills, and DEX,STR, and VIT from PE.

I walked out of school with a vague sense of paranoia, I stopped, and frowned, glancing around subtly I realized that Sona, and Rias were probably watching me. My frown deepened as I realized that they likely had an interest in recruiting me due to my history. Instead of reacting abnormally, I continued walking home.

When I arrived home, I took my uniform off, and put on some shorts, and a t-shirt, before raising my hand, and activating the |IDC| skill. Reality shattered, and I was back in a wasteland. This time a screen appeared in front of me with one option

IDC OPTIONS

|Zombie wasteland|

Obviously I chose the only option I had, reality warped, and the wasteland was dotted with zombies. I looked to the nearest one, and snuck up behind it, punching its head with a right hook, it stumbled, then turned, and jumped at me. I hopped to the right as it passed me, and I elbowed its chest when I had the chance. I hit nothing, and the zombie collapsed on the ground.

I got on its back before it could get back up, and I started to punch it. After 4 punches the thing died, and a screen told me I gained 50 EXP. Looking around for another target, I spotted one near me that was isolated. Sneaking behind it, I punched it in the head, and kept on punching while it stumbled. It wasn't able to get its guard up before it died.

|You leveled up|

Level:2

|Name:Misha Doskeiavich

Next level up:0/150 exp(Half of previous level cap plus current)

Class:Martial Artist(+5 Str,4 Dex,7 Vit/Lvl)

Hp:180/100(Vit*10)

Mp100/100(Int*Wis)

Str:17(17)

Dex:15(15)

Vit:18(18)

Int:16

Wis:14

Luk:10

Char:10|

Atk Dmg:48

Street rats martial arts leveled up

[Street Rats Martial arts~ Both active, and passive LVL:2

+gives you knowledge of how to beat a fuckers face in

+active +1% Str ,Dex, and Vit. bonus]

Looking at my status, I wondered how many punches it would take to kill a zombie again. Scouting out my next target, I played the same trick on him as I did the others. Only now I killed it in 3 hits, the exp decreased by 5 though.

I went along like this for 3 and a half hours after I started, I never went past the starting area, and it got really hard to level up eventually. At the end of my slaughter I had become level 8.


Hey, im finally done with this. Anyways,if you want to know how attack damage, and Diminishing exp returns work, here:

Diminishing EXP returns:with every level the amount of exp you get from Enemies is decreased by 5 until it hits 5 exp, where it will stay.(this works for skills too, just need him to be using the skill when the enemy is killed if its an attack skill, if not, then its just how long its active, and how many times used)

Linear increase of Attack damage:Calculate damage by first finding the middle between Dex, and Str in stats. then , if it's below 10 multiply by 2. If it's over 10, each ten stat points in STR, and DEX attributes makes the multiplication go up by 1. Example:below 10 =2, above ten, below 20 =3, above 20 below 30 = 4, etc,

Also, this is his final status, with ATK damage already calculated for you. ughhhh , math, I had to calculate how many Weak zombs he killed, and the amount of EXP he received in the 3.5 hours.

Player status

|Name:Misha Doskeiavich

Level:8

Next level up:125/1705 exp(Half of previous level cap plus current)

Class:Martial Artist(+5 Str,4 Dex,7 Vit/Lvl)

Hp:600/600(Vit*10)

Mp:224/224(Int*Wis)

Str:47

Dex:39

Vit:60

Int:16

Wis:14

Luk:10

Char:10|

Atk Dmg:258

Skills

|[InstantDungeon:Create(IDC)LVL:1]

[InstantDungeon:Exit(IDE) Lvl:1]

[Street Rats Martial arts~ Both active, and passive LVL:8

[Gamers Body~ Passive LVL:MAX

[Gamers Mind~ Passive LVL:MAX

Perks:

[Sirens Song ~ Passive, and Active

[Beer man

Flaws:

[True Russian

[Smoker

[Lobster

Peace, ciao, goodbye, i dunno. bye.