After a day passes since Azazel has met up with Issei in the time-dilated Dimension, he decides to make his way back to him to do another check-up.
Undenounced to him, Rias has sent her familiar to follow Azazel to find out about Issei's location.
[Ability Used: Reflection Transportation]
Azazel takes notice and calls Issei; Issei then tells Azazel what he should do. Azazel follows Issei's instructions and allows him to enter the time-dilated Dimension another way, using Issei's new reflection ability. He can travel from the outside world's reflection of the pond and into Issei's Dimension through the reflection of a sword.
Upon his arrival in the Dimension, Azazel was taken aback by Issei's extraordinary abilities and transformed appearance. Issei, now towering at Azazel's height, had significantly bulked up, his hair cascading down to his eyes.
Amused, Azazel couldn't help but tease, "Hehe, Issei. What's with that look you've got going on there?"
In response, Issei explained, "I've upgraded the time dilation to 1:320, causing nearly a year to pass within a mere day; I've aged slightly in the process."
Azazel chuckled, "Aged, you say? Well, well. So, behold! Is this the embodiment of your 'matured' 18-year-old version?"
With a hint of uncertainty, Issei replied, "I'm uncertain. I've calculated my time spent here to be approximately 400 days. Thus, I am currently 18 years old and probably edging closer to 19."
Amused by the technicalities, Azazel continued, "Hahaha, does that even count? I mean, sure, the time flow in this Dimension is a bit wonky, but technically speaking, with your birthday and all, you're still a 17-year-old at heart. It's just that you've gracefully matured into your splendid 18-year-old self!"
Issei grunted in acknowledgment, acknowledging Azazel's point. When questioned about the enhanced time dilation, Issei revealed, "I found myself doubting my own readiness, wondering if I'm truly prepared."
Intrigued, Azazel prodded further, "And pray tell, what marvellous revelation do you bring forth?"
Issei's response was straightforward, "A boss battle."
"Boss battle?! Seems like this new power of yours is really like a video game mechanic," Azazel remarked, trying to understand Issei's perspective.
With a sigh, Issei explained, "Yeah, it's true. Over the past few months, I've faced numerous challenges, almost one each month. And through those trials, my stats and abilities have grown significantly."
"But is that not enough?" Azazel questioned, his concern evident.
"My hunger for power only intensifies with each passing moment I spend in this place," Issei confessed, emphasising his insatiable thirst for strength.
Azazel's brow furrowed as he regarded Issei, his voice laced with concern, "You make it sound like it's a bad thing."
Issei met Azazel's gaze, his eyes holding a mix of determination and inner conflict. "It's not what you think. I'm merely fulfilling my role as a Red Dragon Emperor should, craving power," he responded, his words carrying a weight of unspoken burden.
Azazel's concern deepened as he observed Issei's struggle. He couldn't help but question if what Issei was doing genuinely benefited him.
"Speaking of Dragon, how's Ddraig?" Azazel inquired, his tone softening with genuine worry for Issei's partner, his eyes searching Issei's face for any sign of distress.
As they conversed, Azazel finally took notice of their surroundings. The Dimension had undergone a dramatic transformation, resembling a dark academia-inspired realm from the Dark Ages. Towers and castles adorned the landscape, set against an ominous red sky with a black sun hovering above. Azazel marvelled at the intricate details, the once-floating land now grounded, with towns, forests, and vast oceans.
"Impressed by the changes I've made here?" Issei's voice echoed behind Azazel, his smirk barely visible in the dim light.
Astounded, Azazel stammered, "Issei, you sly devil! Did you have a hand in this? How in the world did you pull it off?!"
[Ability Used: Pocket Dimension Manipulation: Building Creation]
Issei twirled his fingers, and the entire Dimension transformed, mirroring the region of Kuoh flawlessly. Azazel, wide-eyed, exclaimed, "What in the name of the holy fires of damnation?!"
With a wave, Issei reverted the Dimension to its dark academia vibe. "You wish to witness the presence of Ddraig, don't you? Fine, then. Follow me if you dare."
Issei guided Azazel through the grand castle, leading him into the expansive Armory. The room was a treasure trove, filled with an assortment of weapons and items, remnants of the foes Issei had faced and subdued through his Item Extraction ability. A vast collection, representing nearly every adversary he had encountered, adorned the walls and shelves.
Azazel's eyes widened with awe and desire as he beheld the array of items. The sheer variety was overwhelming, promising hours of examination and study.
"Wow..." Azazel breathed, his voice filled with wonder.
Ddraig's voice, tinged with a mixture of amusement and scepticism, cut through the air, "Hmph, Azazel, is that truly you before me?"
Azazel's gaze shifted to the centre of the room, where a glowing glass chamber stood. Inside it, liquid swirled, encasing Issei's former left arm and the sacred gear that housed Ddraig, the Welsh Dragon himself.
"Ddraig?!" Azazel exclaimed, his astonishment evident as he processed the surreal sight before him.
Small flashback, six months prior (Dimension Time)
During his training and tasks for the system, Issei sensed a familiar energy surging within him.
"Ddraig!" Issei's voice reverberated with surprise and hope as he dashed towards the Armory, sensing Ddraig's awakening. Inside, he beheld his former left arm, glowing red within the liquid-filled chamber.
"Ddraig!" Issei called out again, his emotions a mix of disbelief and joy.
"Partner! How?! I thought you had perished! I believed I was moving on to my next wielder; how did you manage to survive?" Ddraig's voice echoed with astonishment and relief.
"It's a long story, but I'll simplify it for you," Issei replied, placing his hand on the chamber glass. Instantly, Ddraig was flooded with Issei's memories from the moment of their separation to the present.
"Partner, throughout this entire ordeal, I deeply regret not being by your side. I offer my sincerest apologies for my absence. Had those despicable Devils not concealed themselves with such devices, I would have swiftly detected their presence and intervened," Ddraig expressed, his remorse palpable.
"It's alright, Ddraig. The blame doesn't lie with you," Issei reassured him, his voice filled with gratitude and understanding.
"Partner, your energy and power are utterly distinct from before. Could it be a result of the new system you possess? Well, regardless of its origin, it exudes remarkable might," Ddraig observed, his tone tinged with curiosity.
"Are you seriously suggesting that even you don't understand this power system?" Issei asked incredulously, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"In all my eons of existence, I've never come across such an extraordinary ability, let alone someone who wields such immense power. Now that you possess this newfound ability, there might be no need for my presence anymore, am I correct?" Ddraig inquired, his voice carrying a mix of concern and acceptance.
"What did you just say? Obviously, I can't deny that I still require your presence. I may not like to admit it, but over the past year, I've strangely longed for your constant pestering, Ddraig; you've been by my side since the beginning; I will forever rely on you," Issei declared, his words infused with unwavering determination and a deep bond between them.
The flashback ends
Ddraig's deep voice resonated, "Greetings, Azazel. It warms my draconic heart to lay eyes upon your presence once more."
With his usual wit, Azazel replied, "Likewise, I see you have missed our weekly therapy session. Well, in your case, you have missed over 52."
Ddraig snorted dismissively, his confidence undiminished, "Hmph, I shall ensure that Issei pays you a visit so that we may converse reminiscent of our glorious past."
Meanwhile, Issei interjected, drawing Azazel's attention. Excitedly, Issei held out his device, displaying a notification prompt.
[New Task: Re-attach your former arm]
Azazel, the enigmatic leader, smirked knowingly at Issei. "Heh, looks like the system expects you to reattach that arm of yours and slap on that Boosted Gear, huh? Quite intriguing, I must say."Issei, his irritation palpable, responded with a disdainful snort, "Hn, the prompt appeared just when Ddraig emerged from his seemingly endless slumber."
Ddraig, his frustration evident, shot back sharply, "You're still harping on about this partner? I thought I made it abundantly clear, time and time again. I have no recollection of why I found myself in that state!" His words were tinged with annoyance, his patience wearing thin.
Azazel observed with amusement and curiosity as Issei and Ddraig bickered like an old married couple. The task at hand hung in the air, a reminder of the peculiar situation they found themselves in.
"Oi, Issei! How come you haven't tackled that task yet, huh? The prompt popped up right after he woke up, right?" Azazel demanded impatiently, his tone cutting through their banter.
Issei snorted dismissively, his irritation evident. "Hmph, Ddraig and I have reached the undeniable conclusion that you, Azazel, possess a perverted fascination for such matters."
Ddraig chimed in, his annoyance matching Issei's. "So, it has been decided that it would only be fair for you to witness whatever unfolds before you, considering your insatiable curiosity for sacred gears and your rather questionable fascination with them."
Azazel's eyebrows twitched in annoyance as he pondered the absurdity of his current predicament. "As if it couldn't get any more absurd, here I am, the General of the Fallen Angels, being labelled a pervert by a hormonally charged teenager with an unhealthy obsession for breasts and his dragon companion who begrudgingly joins in the mockery," he mused, contemplating the twists and turns of his existence.
Issei, undeterred, continued his line of reasoning. "Consider this: the system possesses knowledge of sacred gears, an enigma even beyond Ddraig's comprehension. Imagine the product if the system and Ddraig were to amalgamate, converging into a single entity, and that entity being none other than myself."
Azazel, intrigued yet cautious, raised a valid concern. "But how can we ascertain if Ddraig is indeed compatible with such an extraordinary phenomenon?"
Issei, confident in his convictions, countered Azazel's doubts. "I understand your perspective, the concept that an iPhone cannot be charged with an Android charger, but what purpose does the system serve by compelling me to merge back with Ddraig?
Everything the system has orchestrated thus far is aimed at elevating me far beyond my previous self."
The conversation briefly paused, during which Issei casually emptied the container's contents. Azazel, ever curious, probed further. "Ah, I must confess, I never inquired about the composition of that intriguing liquid. Care to enlighten me?"
Issei casually responded, "Alcohol and deionised water, I saw it in a movie."
With determined resolve, Issei opened the chamber, grabbing hold of his left arm. In a surreal display, his arm dematerialised, leaving Azazel puzzled at Issei's apparent lack of pain. Ddraig's question hung in the air, "Ready, partner?"
Issei braced himself, his voice determined, "Ready as I'll ever be." He pushed the left arm back into its original place. A surge of agony swept over him, and black and red lightning erupted from his left arm and the sacred gear, melding back into one.
"ARGH!" Issei grunted in pain, but Azazel, alarmed, shouted, "ISSEI, STOP!"
Desperate to assist, Azazel tried to pull the gear off Issei's body. Still, Issei halted him with a firm resolve, "NO! I'M FINE; IT'LL BE OKAY." The battle within Issei raged on, a testament to his unwavering determination in the face of overwhelming odds
Azazel recoiled, his eyes widening in horror as Issei's screams of pain intensified. In a sudden twist of fate, the once-severed arm began to regenerate, reshaping itself to fit Issei's physique. Muscles bulged, and the limb extended, adorned with a black marking that seemed to come alive.
The mark snaked along Issei's hand, emitting ominous black and red lightning as it moved with purpose. It looped around the site of the severed arm, tracing a path up his forearm, snaking over his biceps, and branching out into three distinct sections. One section travelled to his left pectoral, another to his neck's left side, and the third spanned his upper back.
Azazel stood frozen, horror etched across his face, watching the transformation unfold amidst Issei's agonised cries. Abruptly, the process halted, and Issei tore off his t-shirt, revealing a physique reminiscent of the sculpted perfection of David Laid. Yet, it wasn't just Issei's newfound strength that shocked Azazel.
Bare for all to see was the black marking, now unveiled entirely: a sinister black dragon. Its tail snaked from Issei's backhand, winding up his forearm before looping around the apex twice. From there, it climbed his outer biceps and shoulder, where the Dragon's body began to take shape. The section on his chest formed the demonic-draconic claw, while the portion on his neck represented the Dragon's head. The mark on his back extended into the Dragon's wing, crossing his upper body from left to right in a menacing display.
Azazel's voice trembled with disbelief as he uttered Issei's name, his shock palpable.
[Task Complete]
[Attachment Added]
[New Title: Black Dragon Emperor]
Azazel's eyes narrowed in astonishment; his gaze fixed on Issei's transformed arm. "Black Dragon Emperor?" he exclaimed, seeking confirmation.
"Ddraig!" Issei responded, his voice resonating with a mix of awe and confusion.
Ddraig's voice, resonant and steady, commanded, "Partner, reveal your sacred gear."
Following Ddraig's instruction, Issei bared his left arm, his eyes widening as he beheld the profound changes in his Boosted Gear. The once vibrant red had given way to an ominous black, the central green gem now a striking shade of red, and the once-yellow accents transformed into dark grey. Physically, the gear had morphed, too, with sharper talon-like fingers, raised knuckle areas, and menacing spikes protruding from the sides.
Issei, taken aback by the transformation, implored Azazel for an explanation. "Woah, Azazel, explain this."
Azazel, filled with wonder and uncertainty, began, "Issei, by the depths of the underworld, I must confess my uncertainty—such a phenomenon, unprecedented in my countless years of existence. I can scarcely fathom the astounding nature of this occurrence, especially involving a Longinus. Suppose I were to engage in conjecture, considering the cryptic hints surrounding the black dragon emperor. In that case, it is conceivable that Ddraig has undergone an evolutionary metamorphosis or perhaps a most peculiar mutation."
"Evolving or mutating?! What?! Ddraig, enlighten me. What's your perspective on this matter?" Issei inquired, seeking answers from his partner.
"My partner, I must admit I am uncertain about this situation. None of the previous wielders of the Boosted Gear have ever encountered anything like this, not even in the slightest," Ddraig responded, his voice tinged with curiosity and confusion.
Issei contemplated the situation, his thoughts racing. "I find myself gravitating towards mutation; my system's colours, red and black, reflect my essence. The eyes and aura that enveloped me when I vanquished those Devils also bore the hues of black and red. Perhaps the foreign energy within this system has fused with your being, enabling you to evolve into an entirely distinct entity."
"Hmph, Azazel, I daresay Heaven must be in a state of utter panic at this very moment, particularly Michael, the one who incessantly keeps an eye on the sacred gears," Ddraig remarked, his tone reflecting a hint of satisfaction.
"Heh, those guys would totally make a big fuss over this, huh? Frankly, it's pretty baffling that they didn't even realise you got separated from Issei in the first place; strange, isn't it?" Azazel chuckled, scratching his head in mild confusion. "But hey, I'll go pay a visit to Heaven and see how they're holding up. If any issues arise, I'll need your green light to spill the beans about what went down last week. Heaven takes stuff like this super seriously, so I can't just feed 'em a bunch of lies. It could seriously mess up the peace treaty between the three factions, you know?"
"Do you seek my consent to unveil the events that have unfolded within me in recent days? If that is your intent, then you may proceed. However, I demand that only those in positions of authority, like the archangels, be made aware of my plight. Inform them that I shall provide a thorough explanation following the rating match. When I approach them, they are free to inquire about any matter they wish," Issei declared, his voice firm and resolute.
"That seems fair," Azazel agreed, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Furthermore, regarding Rias attempting to track your whereabouts in order to locate me, inform her that I have no intention of accompanying her on the journey to the underworld. I want her to understand that you and I have already taken necessary measures in that regard," Issei added, his words carrying a note of finality.
"We have? What?" Azazel questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Tomorrow, when we depart for the rating match, I will divulge the information. However, I have prior obligations that require my attention, so be prepared to wait patiently," Issei replied cryptically, his gaze unwavering.
Ddraig said, confident, "Perhaps once you ascend to the heavens, you shall delve into the sacred archives and unearth a wealth of knowledge, unravelling the depths of the power that my host possesses."
"That's a good idea, Ddraig," Azazel agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
With that, Azazel turned to leave. However, Issei had other plans. Utilising his newfound abilities, he manipulated reflections to pull Azazel back into the Dimension, causing him to fall into the pond he had used to enter the Dimension. This time, however, Azazel found himself drenched.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Azazel exclaimed, clearly annoyed. He swiftly used his magic to dry his clothes and body, muttering, "Ah, Issei, that rascal, he knew exactly what he was doing, didn't he? He deliberately picked that particular reflection to provoke me. Well, rest assured, I'll have my revenge when the opportunity presents itself in due time."
X
Azazel then goes to Heaven, where Michael is seen with a visibly concerned look.
Azazel's voice cut through the tension in the room, drawing Michael's attention. "Michael."
Michael's eyes widened in concern. "Azazel! The Red Dragon Emperor! Is he-"
Azazel raised a reassuring hand, his expression calm yet determined. "Don't worry, I'll explain everything."
With care, Azazel guided Michael to a seat, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity. Azazel began to speak, unravelling the past week's events detailing the trials and challenges faced by the young Dragon.
Michael listened intently, his features reflecting a deep sense of responsibility. "I hold sincere hope that the young Dragon remains unharmed, for he is the catalyst behind the harmonious equilibrium achieved among the three factions," Michael mused, his voice heavy with the weight of their shared burden. "It would be a profound tragedy should any misfortune befall him, as the repercussions would reverberate through the very core of all three factions, leaving them in a state of utter devastation."
Azazel nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Yeah, they would, but I have faith in him, so should you." His words carried a sense of unwavering belief, a testament to his trust in the young Dragon Emperor.
X
They conclude their conversation, and Azazel leaves Heaven back to the Hyoudou residence, where the Gremory Peerage confronts him.
Rias inquired with concern, "Oh, Azazel. How is he doing?"
With a cryptic smile, Azazel replied, "He gave me strict orders to keep my lips sealed when it comes to you."
Akeno, impatient to know, urged, "Come on, spill the beans already. Tell us where he's hiding. The rating match is just around the corner, after all. I'm sure he must have received adequate training by now."
Ever the rational voice, Kiba said, "I believe it would be wise for him to spend the night with us. We ought to take this opportunity to unwind and find some relaxation before our upcoming match."
Koneko, her voice soft but firm, added, "Besides, how will we tell him about our new tactics and plans?"
In a stern tone, Azazel commanded, "Hey, listen up, brats! Issei has made it crystal clear that he desires some solitude. As for me, I'm just relaying his message. If you're itching to catch a glimpse of him, you'll have to exercise some patience and wait until the rating match tomorrow. Just as he stated, he'll meet all of you at the stadium."
Rias, puzzled, questioned, "How will he possibly reach the stadium in the underworld without the Train?"
With a mysterious grin, Azazel revealed, "He has his own way of getting there, but before he can bid farewell to the mortal realm, there are a couple of matters he insists must be taken care of. I've taken it upon myself to lend him a hand in accomplishing those tasks; thus, I shall accompany him on his journey."
Rias pressed further, "Which is?"
Azazel chuckled, enigmatic, "Heh, the guy's got secrets, you know? Didn't spill the details; just left me hanging with a cryptic 'trust me' line. Typical Azazel move."
The peerage members exchanged worried glances, their thoughts heavy with concern. "Why is Issei avoiding us this much? To the point that he won't even travel with us? Did we hurt him more than we thought we did? Is Issei declaring his independence from the ORC and Team Gremory?" The questions hung in the air, unanswered and unsettling.
X
In the timeless expanse of the time-dilated Dimension, Issei dedicated himself to rigorous training, his every move punctuated by the presence of Ddraig, his loyal partner.
As Issei honed his skills and completed tasks with unprecedented dedication, Ddraig voiced his concerns, his tone thoughtful yet tinged with confusion. "Partner, upon my awakening, I couldn't help but notice the profound transformations within you—both in body and soul." Ddraig paused, grappling with the reality before him. "You have become an entirely different individual, exuding seriousness and composure that surpasses your former self. The immaturity and frivolity that once defined you have vanished. Your focus is now resolutely set upon your own ambitions."
Undeterred by Ddraig's observations, Issei responded, "You act as if it's something undesirable."
Ddraig sighed, his dragon eyes reflecting a mix of pride and bewilderment. "Seeing your growth brings me satisfaction, but I struggle to recognise the person before me. My memories were severed when I was separated from your body. Now, I encounter a man almost unrecognisable in appearance and thoughts. It all happened in an instant, leaving me perplexed."
"I understand your perspective," Issei replied. "If I have truly changed, then perhaps you've found your next host."
"Hmph, I couldn't agree more," Ddraig acknowledged. "Your focus has shifted from mere frivolities to your own growth. Yet, have you considered how your comrades will react to this transformation?"
Issei's gaze hardened. "They've made their choice, and so have I. I no longer concern myself with their opinions. I'm forging my own path, one so enigmatic even they won't grasp its essence."
Ddraig interjected, his voice laced with caution, "Partner—"
"It's inevitable," Issei interrupted. "But let's focus on what truly matters. What have you learned from your mutation?"
Ddraig hesitated before explaining, "I find myself undergoing a peculiar mutation, resembling the evil dragons, particularly one named Crom Cruach. Many others have perished or are imprisoned. As for my comparison with Great Red and Ophis, I believe, with your levelling up system, I can not only regain my lost powers but surpass my previous strength."
Issei quirked an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Crom Cruach? Never heard of him; where are the rest of the other evil dragons?"
Ddraig's voice resonated with ancient knowledge, tinged with a hint of sadness. "Many of them have perished, while some remain imprisoned, and only a scant few roam freely. The exact whereabouts elude me for now, but rest assured, their presence shall be revealed unto me when my gaze befalls them."
Issei couldn't help but smirk, trying to lighten the severe atmosphere. " So, what do you think of your new paint job?"
Ddraig chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Curious, I have forever embodied the essence of the mighty Red Dragon-"
Issei interrupted, grinning mischievously, "No, that would be Great Red."
Ddraig scowled, his tone laced with annoyance. "Quiet, brat!"
Issei pressed on, undeterred. "Speaking of Great Red... how do you think you measure up against the likes of him and Ophis now?"
Ddraig paused, his words chosen carefully. "When I was sealed within the Boosted Gear, a substantial portion of my powers were restrained, causing a significant loss. However, it seems that I have reclaimed a considerable portion of what once belonged to me. I believe that with your levelling up system, there is a possibility for me to not only regain what was lost but even surpass my previous strength, perhaps acquiring even more than before." His voice held a note of optimism, a glimmer of hope for the future.
"Hmph, is that how it is, Ddraig?" Issei said determinedly. "I'll make you the mightiest Dragon ever. You shall transcend even the greatness of the legendary Great Red."
Ddraig, wary of Issei's newfound determination, warned, "Be cautious, partner. Such desires have led many astray."
"Maybe I'm finally embracing my role as the Red Dragon Emperor," Issei replied confidently. "Living up to it, craving greater power."
"Exercise caution, especially with this enigmatic system," Ddraig advised, his concern evident.
"It seems you've become the antithesis of Albion," Issei remarked. "And now, you've truly become just that."
Ddraig's response was tinged with sadness. "All I yearn for is the restoration of my true hue."
Issei changed the topic, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's use Scale Mail Armor. It's been two years since I last wore it."
"Alright then," Ddraig agreed, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with his determined partner.
WELSH DRAGON BALANCE BREAKER
A mysterious transformation enveloped Issei's form, shrouding him in a black material adorned with blood-red gems. The once-familiar armour had morphed into a menacing spectacle, now bristling with spikes on the shoulders, elbows, gauntlets, knees, shins, and feet. Even the dragon mark on his left side had transformed, taking on a vivid blood-red hue.
Issei, surprisingly amused by the change, remarked, "Just as I expected, it seems the colours of my balance breaker have been affected as well."
However, Ddraig, his ancient and proud partner, wore an expression of frustration and sorrow. "Why? Once, I held my pride high, but now, why am I reduced to this?" he exclaimed, his voice heavy with melancholy.
Issei, trying to lighten the mood, quipped, "Does that mean they need to change the colour of the dragon on the Welsh flag as well?"
Ddraig, overcome with emotion, couldn't hold back his tears.
"Hold on," Issei interjected, ignoring Ddraig's distress. "I want to try THAT; I should have full control over it now."
Ddraig, however, resisted vehemently, "No, no!"
Issei began the chant, his voice carrying the weight of anticipation:
"I, who am about to awaken,
I am the Heavenly Dragon who has stolen the principles of domination from God.
I laugh at the 'infinite', and I fret over the 'dream'.
I shall become the Red Dragon of Domination,
And I shall sink you to the depths of the crimson purgatory!"
To his dismay, nothing happened.
"What?! Why not?!" Issei exclaimed, frustrated.
Ddraig attempted to explain, "Partner, I-"
"Hold on, let me try again," Issei interrupted.
"I, who am about to awaken,
I am the Heavenly Dragon who has stolen the principles of domination from God.
I laugh at the 'infinite', and I fret over the 'dream'.
I shall become the Black Dragon of Domination,
And I shall sink you to the depths of the vanta purgatory!"
This time, the transformation occurred, turning Issei into the Black Dragon Emperor. However, his joy was short-lived as he realised he needed to modify everything related to red to black. When his attempt failed again, he turned to Ddraig for help.
"Still nothing, Ddraig! Tell me all the synonyms for black!"
Suddenly, an eerie voice echoed through the Boosted Gear, distinct from Ddraig's.
"I, who am about to ascend,
Am the Fallen Dragon who has seized the very principles of domination from the Almighty.
I scoff at the mere notion of 'Infinite',
For I transcend the boundaries of the infinite itself.
I reign supreme over the mere 'Dream',
For I am the Alpha, Omega, and Reality itself.
Behold, for I shall emerge as the indomitable Black Dragon of Destruction,
Subjugating all who stand in my path and plunging them into the never-ending abyss!"
Issei was bewildered, "Wait, who said that? Ddraig, was that you?"
Ddraig shook his head, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "Nay! 'Twas not; it was another soul!"
As Issei looked on in astonishment, the chain mail armour began to morph and change, a transformation distinct from his old Juggernaut Drive and Vali's Juggernaut Drive. The mysteries of his newfound power were unfolding before his very eyes.
Amidst the unfolding events, a brilliant crimson light enveloped Issei and Ddraig, abruptly wrenching Issei from his transformed state.
Issei blinked, disoriented. "What? Where am I?" His eyes scanned the surroundings, revealing an eerie church that seemed ancient and otherworldly, reminiscent of the structures he had conjured in the Dimension. Outside, The sky retained its crimson hue, and a red mist cloaked it, obscuring everything except the foreboding church before him.
"Ddraig?! Where are you?" Issei's voice echoed, but there was no response. A creaking noise cut through the silence, drawing his attention to the massive double doors of the church. They swung open slowly, revealing the dark expanse within.
"I suppose it expects me to enter that place, whoever is lurking within," Issei muttered, his curiosity piqued. He advanced toward the church, its sinister, cult-like architecture becoming more pronounced with each step. Menacing gargoyles adorned the roof, their eyes seemingly tracking his movements.
Entering the church, Issei's eyes fell upon a stone statue resembling Ddraig. He snorted, amusement colouring his voice, "Hmph, so Ddraig has his little religious following."
Suddenly, the bell tower chimed, and the door behind the statue creaked open. "Fine. I suppose I'll indulge in it." Resolute, Issei stepped through the doors and into the aisle. Hooded figures, their faces shrouded in darkness, knelt in reverence along the aisle, all bowing toward an enigmatic figure seated on an altar.
"Tch, I find myself unexpectedly transported to Elden Ring. Let me guess, you must be the Area Boss, right?" Issei's tone was sarcastic, yet the figure remained silent, its glowing red eyes fixed on him. Issei approached, his gaze shifting to the worshippers.
His thoughts raced, "Wait, I've seen these people before; they are past users of the Boosted Gear!" As he turned his attention back to the figure, he struggled to discern its identity due to the dim light.
"Who are you?" Issei demanded, but the figure only moved closer. With each step, details emerged, and a chill gripped Issei's heart. Horror contorted his face as he realised the truth.
"This isn't possible! Who are you?!" Issei exclaimed, his voice laced with shock. The figure continued its advance, its smirk growing wider. Issei's fear intensified as he noticed the uncanny similarities; this figure was almost him, but different—hair white at the top, black on the sides, eyes with black sclera and red irises, and strange black markings around the eyes.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Issei's desperate cry echoed in the church. Silence hung heavy in the air until, suddenly, Ddraig's voice pierced through the void, signalling a more profound mystery yet to unfold.
Ddraig's voice sliced through Issei's thoughts like a lifeline. "Partner!? Partner?! Are you alright?!"
Startled, Issei was yanked back to reality, gasping for air. "Ddraig, what happened?!"
"In our glorious ascent into the Juggernaut Drive," Ddraig began, his tone carrying a mix of concern and explanation, "you regrettably succumbed to a state of unresponsiveness."
"How long was I out for?" Issei inquired, his mind racing with fragmented visions of his unconscious state.
"About a minute or so," Ddraig replied calmly.
Issei's thoughts spiralled in confusion. A mere minute? It felt like an eternity. What was that? A vision? Why was there a church, and why were the previous wielders bowing before me, or was it truly me? Why did I exude such malevolence? Why did I bear such a wicked visage?
"Partner!? Are you okay?" Ddraig's concern deepened.
"Hmph, lost in my own world, as usual," Issei mumbled, attempting to shake off the lingering disorientation. "Regardless, is this the supposed new appearance for the Juggernaut Drive?"
Issei scrutinised his transformed form—a dragon but in a humanoid shape. It was no longer armoured; it seemed composed of organic material. The familiar red had transformed into black, and the once-green hue was now a deep crimson.
"Ddraig, I'm—"
"What is this atrociousness? Yes! I demand the restoration of my former majestic colours!" Ddraig roared in dismay.
"I have complete control over myself. There are no lingering voices of the past haunting me with their negativity or anything of that sort," Issei assured him, his determination evident.
"I did notice that," Ddraig acknowledged.
Issei reverted to his normal state, pondering the recent events. "So you're saying you can't even identify the voice that spoke before the transformation and that incantation, the almighty transcend infinite Reality. What was all that?"
Ddraig, though unable to provide all the answers, shared his insights. "Hmm, partner. I may not have all the answers, but I can tell you this: This incarnation of Juggernaut Drive surpasses the one you unleashed against Shalba Beelzebub. It may very well be stronger than even Albion's current wielder."
"I'm stronger than Vali?" Issei's surprise was evident.
They concluded their discussion and returned to training. Issei engaged in rigorous practice with Ddraig, utilising the Boosted Gear, balance breaker, and juggernaut drive. He was determined to eliminate the ring rust that had accumulated from not using these powers for over two years. Despite his strength, he had learned his lesson and vowed not to take anything for granted again.
X
Almost a year had slipped by within the Dimension, while only a single day had passed in the real world, and the long-awaited day of the rating game had arrived.
Outside the ORC clubhouse, the members of the Gremory peerage gathered, anticipation and worry etched on their faces. They had been informed that Issei would meet them once they entered the Arena. Yet, a glimmer of hope still lingered, hoping he might change his mind and join them before they embarked on their journey.
Seeking reassurance, Rias turned to Azazel, her voice laced with concern, "Azazel is Issei-"
Azazel interrupted her with a hearty laugh, his confidence unwavering, "Hahaha! Don't you worry, I'll personally handle that guy. The rest of you, hop onto the train to the underworld and leave it to me!"
Accepting Azazel's assurance, Rias nodded determinedly, her resolve unwavering, "Very well, everyone, let us proceed onto the train without delay."
With Rias leading the way, the members of ORC followed her onto the train, their steps filled with purpose as they embarked on their journey to the underworld, leaving behind the uncertainty of Issei's absence.
Azazel ventured to meet Issei again, repeating his familiar ritual of descending into the pond to be transported into the Dimension. Standing before him was an Issei who had undergone a significant transformation, towering over Azazel, now surpassing the height of Sairaorg.
Issei then uses his newfound observation skills on Azazel.
--
Name: Azazel
Race: Fallen Angel
Affiliation: Grigori
Rank: Leader Class
Relationship: Mentor, Father Figure
Type: Caster (Mage)
Stats:-
Vitality: 130
Strength: 130
Agility: 150
Intelligence: 160
Senses: 130
Dexterity: 140
Luck: 80
Overall Power Level: 131
Abilities: Light Power, Magic (Defensive, Sealing, Teleportation, Summoning, Hypnosis, Memory
Gear: Down Fall Dragon Spear, Various Inventions
--
Azazel observed Issei with a mix of astonishment and pride. "Issei, my, my, look at you. It seems you've blossomed while I wasn't looking," he remarked, his tone carrying a sense of paternal pride akin to witnessing a son returning from college, having undergone a remarkable change.
"I suppose I have. Have they departed for the underworld?" Issei inquired, his voice reflecting a newfound maturity.
"Heh, I bid them farewell just moments ago, right before I arrived here. So, what exactly is it that you require me to accomplish?" Azazel responded, intrigued by Issei's purpose.
"Well, now that my body has grown taller and more muscular, it becomes evident that I require attire befitting my newfound physique, one that truly complements my power," Issei explained, his words carrying a sense of determination.
"I thought you could create things out of nothing?" Azazel questioned, genuinely curious.
"I can, but that applies only within this Dimension. The clothes I'm currently wearing are made with the Dimension Construct attribute, which means they exist solely in this Dimension. If I were to leave this Dimension, they would simply disappear from my body. The only exceptions are the items obtained through the Item Extraction trait," Issei clarified, demonstrating his understanding of his powers.
Azazel nodded in understanding. "Ah, I get it now. You've been biding your time all this while, huh? You knew that if you had presented it earlier, you might have outgrown it, and it wouldn't have fit you anymore."
"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Issei confirmed, his gaze focused and determined.
Leaving the Dimension behind, Issei stepped back into the real world. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the air, embracing the temporarily forgotten reality. "Truth be told, I had somehow managed to temporarily forget just how invigorating and gratifying real life can truly be," he confessed, savouring the sensation.
Azazel chuckled heartily. "Hahaha! Quite the revelation, isn't it? From your tender age of 17 to now, blossoming into the grand age of 19. Ah, those two years of seclusion must have twisted your outlook on life. So, Ddraig, how does it make you feel deep down inside?"
Ddraig, Issei's partner, responded, his voice resonating with wisdom, "Though my time spent might not match that of my partner, I too sense the very essence he experiences. Allow me to elucidate: it resembles the sensation of submersion in water for an extended duration, only to be resurfaced, drawing in the air and relishing the wind's caress upon one's being."
[Training Arc Complete]
--
Name: Issei Hyoudou
Race: Reincarnated Devil/ Dragon/ Unknown
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Low-Class Devil
Type: Hybrid (Battlemage)
Stats:-
Vitality: 90
Strength: 80
Agility: 75
Intelligence: 95
Senses: 70
Dexterity: 80
Luck: 60
Overall Power Level: 78
Abilities: System and its Abilities
Gear: Mutated Boosted Gear
--
X
Together, Issei and Azazel made their way to the mall, the bustling atmosphere swirling around them as they sought out new clothes for Issei. A sudden craving struck Issei, leading him to express his desires, "I'm in the mood for something indulgent and fatty. I've grown weary of consuming high-protein, low-calorie foods."
Curious, Azazel inquired, "What do you want to eat?"
"McDonald's sounds good to me," Issei replied, his anticipation evident. They headed to the fast-food joint, placing orders through the touch screen. While Azazel refrained from indulging, Issei eagerly selected his meal, his eyes lighting up like a child tasting sugar for the first time as he took a bite.
As Issei savoured the forbidden taste, he remarked, "I overlooked this. I attempted to replicate this in the realm, but the system prevented me from indulging in unhealthy food." Observing the attention Issei drew from the girls in the restaurant, Azazel pondered his changes.
Azazel's thoughts swirled with contemplation, "Well, he's certainly become quite the looker compared to before. I wonder how the girls at school will react. Will they still swoon over Kiba or start gravitating towards Issei? And how will the peerage perceive this new, composed, and strategic Issei? It brings forth a new set of challenges."
Issei finished his meal, and they proceeded to the clothing store. Azazel, taking charge, inquired about Issei's preferences, "What kind of stylish threads are you in the market for, my friend?"
Issei had specific needs, stating, "First things first, I need a turtleneck to cover up the marking on my neck and a glove to conceal the one on my hand."
The saleswoman emerged from behind the racks, cheerful as she greeted them, "Hello! Can I help both of you?" Issei and Azazel turned to face her, ready to find what they sought.
When the saleswoman's eyes landed on Issei, she found herself instantly captivated by his appearance, unable to respond as she stared in awe.
"Yeah, I'm in search of a turtleneck in size 2XL, preferably in black," Issei stated, his voice unwavering despite the woman's distraction.
Azazel, noticing the saleswoman's distraction, stepped in to take control of the situation, his tone authoritative, "Hey, Issei! How about you head over to the changing room? I'll handle things here and make sure you have some killer outfits to try on."
Issei followed Azazel's instructions and made his way to the changing room. Inside, he exchanged his current clothes for a sleek black body-fitting knitwear turtleneck shirt, accentuating his physique. Over it, he slipped into a stylish Black Trench Coat, completing the ensemble with snug Black Jeans and matching Black Boots. He also adorned his hands with a pair of elegant Black Gloves.
While noting Issei's choice, Azazel teased, "Ah, quite the dark ensemble! Going through an emo phase, perhaps? Or just embracing the shadows?"
Issei, grinning, retorted, "Absolutely not, I just like the colour black. And fuck you," he said jokingly.
Exiting the shop, Issei questioned, "Why was that woman acting so strangely? Did I intimidate her in some way?"
Azazel chuckled inwardly, "Haha! Well, he may have some charm, but he's still as clueless as ever, isn't he?"
Azazel changed the subject, "What's the game plan for infiltrating the underworld and reaching the stadium without the train? I'm the charismatic announcer here, after all. Can't afford to be fashionably late for any occasion, you know?"
With a smirk, Issei sized up the announcer before him. "Oh, so you're the announcer, huh? Well, my condolences to you," he said sarcastically. "Just make sure you don't go saying anything weird about me for the whole underworld to hear. That wouldn't sit too well with me."
Undeterred by Issei's remark, Azazel responded with a chuckle, "Condolences?! Haha, fear not! I shall keep my lips sealed, revealing nothing. Instead, allow me to grace you with a most splendid introduction." His tone carried a hint of mischief, promising an exciting encounter between the two.
Issei retorted, "No, not even that."
Azazel, secretly plotting revenge for a past incident, agreed, "Haha, okay, okay. I suppose I'll refrain from taking any action then."
Azazel lied; he would get back at Issei for sending him into the wet pond.
Their banter ceased abruptly when Issei opened a rift in time and space, placing his hand on Azazel's shoulder.
[Ability Used: Rift]
Rift: Allows users to open a portal to take them to any destination they have visited. Meaning Rift cannot be used to open doorways to places they haven't been yet.
Azazel exclaimed, "What's that?!"
Issei revealed his plan, "We'll make our way to the Gremory Estate. My abilities limit me to destinations I've already visited, so we'll have to embrace the old-fashioned approach and head to the stadium from there."
Azazel nodded in understanding, "Ahh, I've got it! That sounds good to me; no problem at all."
Stepping into the rift, they found themselves instantly at the entrance of the Gremory Estate.
Azazel marvelled, "Whoa, talk about instant gratification! It was like stepping through a portal, right? I totally expected there to be some sort of delay, you know? Like we'd have to take a leisurely stroll through some crazy path just to reach the other end of that rift."
Issei joked, "Like the Yggdrasil path in God of War?"
Azazel laughed, "Ah, those are precisely the cogitations that dance within my mind."
Issei teased him, "Yeah, you play too many games, old man."
Azazel shrugged, "Yeah, whatever."
X
Azazel was engaged in conversations at the bustling stadium before he proceeded to his designated spot for announcing and commentary. To the casual onlooker, Issei, with his new appearance and demeanour, seemed unrecognisable. Those who might have known him assumed he was Azazel's assistant and paid him no further attention. However, the women present couldn't help but stare, some accompanied by their partners, intrigued by the mysterious person.
"Hey, Issei, why don't you head to those doors and enter the walkway?" Azazel directed Issei, his tone casual. "Take a turn into the section labelled 'Gremory Quarters,' and you'll find your fellow peers waiting for you. As for me, I've got some commentary to take care of, so I'll catch up with you later."
"Thank you, Azazel," Issei acknowledged, his voice steady. "Just so you're aware, if I happen to engage in any seemingly irrational actions, it's solely due to the directives assigned to me by the system. Take care, and I'll catch you later."
As Issei walked away, Azazel observed him, deep in thought. "This is the moment, the turning point where the destiny of Team Gremory and the ORC hangs in the balance," Azazel mused internally. "Issei, the power to shape their fates rests in your hands. Your actions today have the potential to redefine the bonds between you and your comrades and perhaps even reshape the intricate dynamics of the underworld and its three factions. May that system guide you wisely, so you don't find yourself burdened with remorse in the days to come."
Meanwhile, as Issei traversed the walkway, he reflected on his transformation over the past two years. "I'm finally going to meet THEM after more than two years," he thought, a mix of anticipation and apprehension in his mind. "In that time, I've undergone a significant transformation, although I wasn't aware of it until Ddraig and Azazel pointed it out. To them, it may feel like just a week has passed. I anticipate experiencing some of the five stages of grief from their end. Then again, I wonder if they'll even care."
Suddenly, Azazel's voice resonated through the speakers, breaking Issei's thoughts. "My apologies, everyone, for my fashionably late entrance," Azazel's voice boomed. "My comrade and I were engaged in some eleventh-hour training exercises. For all you clueless folks out there, I go by the name Azazel. I happen to be the big shot General of those Fallen Angels, and I'm quite the ally to my pal Sirzechs. Now, I can see those curious minds of yours buzzing, wondering about a particular Dragon's whereabouts. Well, let me enlighten each and every one of you. Heh, listen up. The big guy has arrived. I personally took the liberty of escorting him here. We had a little detour along the way, but don't worry, he'll be joining his peerage real soon."
Issei's frustration boiled within him at Azazel's disclosure. "That fucker Azazel!" Issei seethed inwardly. "I explicitly instructed him not to disclose any information about me; I'll ensure he lands straight into a heap of cow dung the next time I transport him out from the Dimension!"
His anger got the better of him, and a wave of negative energy escaped him, reaching the end of the hallway and plunging it into darkness. Issei heard footsteps approaching but then abruptly stopped when Azazel mentioned his presence. His keen eyes scanned the hallway, and he spotted Team Gremory frozen.
Emerging from the shadows of the darkened hallway, Issei revealed himself to his peers. His presence was commanding, standing tall at 6ft5, a figure sculpted by dedication to fitness. Muscles rippled beneath his clothing, emphasising his strength and dominance. His face, chiselled and sharp, bore an enigmatic expression, with jet-black hair cascading over his shoulders, framing piercing eyes that glowed with an intense determination.
A sleek black turtleneck sweater clung to his physique, accentuating his powerful form. At the same time, a stylish trench coat and well-fitted jeans completed his sophisticated ensemble. One intriguing detail remained—a lone black leather glove adorned his left hand, adding an element of mystery.
Amidst the tension-filled silence, someone finally found the courage to speak up.
"Issei, is that really you?" Rias exclaimed, her voice trembling with astonishment, concern, and a hint of uncertainty as she observed Issei's changed appearance.
Issei remained silent, his gaze icy as he stared back at Rias. His once brown eyes had transformed into a striking silver hue, a profound change that stunned everyone.
--
Name: Rias Gremory
Race: Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: High-Class Devil
Relationship: Master, Ex-Lover
Type: Caster (Sorceress)
Stats:-
Vitality: 50
Strength: 40
Agility: 30
Intelligence: 40
Senses: 30
Dexterity: 40
Luck: 20
Overall Power Level: 35
Abilities: Power of Destruction
Gear: None
--
Breaking the silence, Ddraig spoke, his voice resonating with assurance, "Gremory Girl, although his appearance may have changed, rest assured that this is unquestionably my partner, the very same individual whom you have spent the entirety of this year alongside."
Rias, her shock evident, breathed out Ddraig's name in disbelief.
Issei began to walk past everyone, making his way to his seat with a determined stride. Rias reached out, attempting to hold his hand and say something, her voice laced with regret.
"Issei, I-"
"Focus on the game, Rias; I don't matter right now," he interrupted, his tone cold and assertive, cutting her off.
His words weighed heavily on the team's hearts, realising that their mistake had led to Issei's icy detachment. They held back tears as they watched him walk away, feeling insignificant in his eyes.
Their collective thoughts echoed with regret: "What have we done?!"
They settled into their seats, clustering at the other end of the room, their bewildered gazes fixed on Issei's transformed appearance. Questions raced through their minds. Had he resorted to forbidden magic to change so drastically? Did he sacrifice more of his body to Ddraig for greater power?
Rias, unable to bear seeing Issei so isolated, approached him tentatively.
"Issei, can we talk?" she asked, her voice filled with remorse.
"About what?" he responded sternly, his expression unyielding.
"About how we treated you about a week ago, we-"
"Quiet. I don't care about that anymore," Issei cut her off, his words chillingly final.
Laced with hope and desperation, Rias asked, "Does that mean you forgive us?"
Issei turned his eyes towards Rias, looking at her from the corner of his eyes, and said, "No," his voice dripping with cold finality. The word hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the irreparable rift that now stood between them. Rias felt her heart shatter into smaller fragments, and everyone present could feel the weight of his rejection, a heavy silence settling over the room like a suffocating shroud.
Attempting to lighten the atmosphere, Koneko moved to sit on Issei's lap, a gesture they were all familiar with. However, his eyes bore into her as she approached, his gaze menacing. Koneko, reacting instinctively, jumped back in fear. The others witnessed her reaction, their fear compelling them to maintain their distance, leaving Issei isolated in his transformed state.
Azazel's voice resonated through the speaker, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. "Can both the teams make their way to the arena for the audience to see the participants before we start the official rating match?"
All members of the teams, except for Issei, promptly stood up and proceeded towards the carrier device. With a hint of timidity in her voice, Rias called out to Issei, "Issei, we need to go."
Issei offered no response, simply rising from his seat and making his way onto the carrier device. He positioned himself towards the back, allowing the others to take the forefront. As the carrier device began its journey to the Arena's centre, the audience soon noticed that Issei was conspicuously absent from Team Gremory. Their concern and confusion were palpable, unaware that the person they had fixated their attention on was, in fact, Issei himself. Team Gremory bowed their heads in shame, realising they were being criticised. Meanwhile, Issei paid no heed, basking in the admiration of the women in the crowd.
The teams eventually arrived at the centre stage, facing off against Team Sairaorg. The expressions of Team Sairaorg members were a mixture of confusion and intrigue.
Team Sairaorg's thoughts echoed, "Where is the Red Dragon Emperor? And who is this person?! Did they do an exchange?" These thoughts echoed through the minds of the team and the bewildered crowd.
Azazel took the opportunity to introduce the members of Team Sairaorg to the audience before turning his attention to Team Gremory.
"And finally," Azazel declared, "the Pawn of Team Gremory, Issei Hyoudou!"
The collective gasp from the crowd was audible; this was Issei? They couldn't recall the Red Dragon Emperor appearing this attractive and formidable.
Sairaorg approached Issei, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Issei, I see a significant change in you. What has transpired?"
--
Name: Sairaorg Bael
Race: Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: High-Class Devil
Relationship: Self Proclaimed Rival
Type: Melee (Barbarian)
Stats:
Vitality: 60
Strength: 60
Agility: 30
Intelligence: 30
Senses: 20
Dexterity: 40
Luck: 40
Overall Power Level: 35
Abilities: Touki
Gear: Regulus Nemea
--
Issei's response was brief yet loaded with unspoken weight. "What didn't happen to me?"
Both teams overheard his words, and Team Gremory hung their heads in shame. Their actions had played a role in Issei's transformation, and they remained clueless about what Issei had endured.
Issei continued, his voice unwavering, "Sairaorg, at this moment, your primary focus should be on the rating match. From my perspective, it appears to be an effortless victory for me."
His words shocked everyone present; Issei was implying that Sairaorg, a pure devil, was an easy win for a reincarnated devil, a notion previously unheard of, even for someone with one of the Heavenly Dragons at their disposal.
Sairaorg, though taken aback, responded graciously, "I appreciate your demeanour, though I find myself perplexed by your appearance and speech. I must admit I'm quite intrigued; let us make this an exhilarating battle, one that will truly test me."
Issei remained stoic, offering no further words.
Both teams took their respective positions, and the official start of the rating match was announced. As they prepared for the battle ahead, everyone was briefed on the rules of the Dice Figure game, where participants were assigned values from 1 to 12 based on the Evil Piece system. Each team was given a die to determine their turn, and battles occurred on different battlefields. According to their powers, Rias and Sairaorg held ratings of 8 and 12, respectively, a system unfamiliar to most, especially Team Rias.
Issei, however, remained unperturbed by these intricacies. To him, the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
Azazel declared, "Let the rating match begin!"