Exiting his team's presence, Issei ambled down the dimly lit corridor, his mind consumed by the memory of his recent assignment: breaking Sairaorg.
His thoughts echoed with confusion, "When that notification popped up, I didn't question it or hesitate. I just did it as if it were instinctive." He glanced down at his right hand, stained crimson with blood, a sight that filled him with unease.
"What's happening to me?" he wondered, staring at the bloodied evidence on his hands, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty.
[Ability Used: Rift]
Driven by an inexplicable urge, Issei opened a rift in space, stepping into it, and in an instant, he vanished from the Underworld, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and a sense of foreboding.
X
The following day dawned at the Gremory Estate, and the atmosphere within was heavy with the aftermath of the night before. The members of ORC and Team Gremory had spent a sleepless night haunted by the horrifying actions of Issei during the rating match. At the epicentre of the chaos, Rias felt the weight of it all, her cousin's brutalisation at the hands of the man she loved etched deeply into her soul.
Around the dining table, a solemn gathering took place, including Rias's parents, Sirzechs, Grayfia, and their young son. An oppressive silence hung over them; nothing had been exchanged beyond polite greetings since they had all taken their seats. The previous day's events had scarred them all, casting a shadow over the usually lively atmosphere of the Gremory Estate. Even young Millicas, who had once regarded Issei as an older brother figure, now bore a heavy sadness in his eyes, mourning the loss of the friend he once knew.
To alleviate the tension, Sirzechs spoke up, his voice laced with forced cheerfulness, "So, how was everyone's night?"
Though his response was a lie, Kiba mustered a feeble smile, "It was fine," he replied, not wanting to add to the already awkward atmosphere.
In the midst of the heavy silence, Rias absentmindedly swirled her spoon through the untouched porridge. Her thoughts were a tempest of self-reflection, each choice of the past week replaying in her mind like a relentless storm. "I take the blame; his suffering is on me," she muttered bitterly. "Had I not made those decisions, he wouldn't be in this state, and we'd still be together right now."
Akeno, noticing Rias's inner turmoil, gently grasped her hand, offering a silent comfort. In response, Rias managed a small, grateful smile, appreciating the gesture of understanding and support.
The minutes stretched on as they mechanically ate their food, lacking any real appetite but compelled to maintain the facade of normalcy for the sake of everyone else around the table. Each bite was heavy with the unspoken burden they shared, a reminder of the shattered relationships and the painful reality they now face.
Amid the tension, Azazel strolled in through the doors, his demeanour cheerful and nonchalant.
"Hey there, folks! How's the morning treating you? Any mischief on the agenda?" Azazel inquired, his tone casual.
Hearing Azazel's voice, Rias shot up from her seat, her hands slamming onto the table. Her eyes were filled with intensity, tears streaming down her face.
"Azazel! You assured me he was fine! But considering what he did yesterday, does he appear 'okay' to you?" Rias exclaimed, her voice crackling with emotion.
Venelana, her motherly instinct kicking in, interjected gently, "Dear, please, don't slam the table like that. I taught you better manners than that."
Sirzechs, the calm voice of reason, spoke up, "Rias, I implore you to compose yourself. Allow Azazel to elucidate. While I understand that Rias and the others have caused distress to Issei, you were well aware of the circumstances surrounding his intense training. What manner of training could possibly induce such a profound metamorphosis in both appearance and demeanour within a mere week?"
Azazel, seemingly unfazed, grinned mischievously. "Heh, I was just about to spill the beans, you know? Issei did put me under a solemn oath to keep mum about everything before the rating match. But hey, he conveniently forgot to mention anything about it after the match. Guess I'm free to dish out the juicy details now!"
Inwardly, Azazel hesitated, realising the precarious position he was in. "Issei, my friend, I'm really putting myself on the line for you right now," he thought. "Not only am I facing your beloved, who's giving me the deadliest of glares, but also her brother, your soon-to-be brother-in-law, is subtly grilling me. Issei, you better remember this favour because it's a big one."
Rias, impatient and desperate for answers, demanded, "Go then, explain!"
Ever the showman, Azazel pulled out a device, capturing everyone's attention. "It'd be better if I showed you instead," he said.
Sirzechs, intrigued, questioned, "What's that?"
Azazel grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "This device will allow you to see through my memories."
Irina, ever sharp-tongued, retorted, "We don't want to see through your memories, you drunk pervert!"
Rossweisse nodded in agreement, her scepticism evident.
"Hold your horses for a moment there!" Azazel interjected. "Issei was kind enough to let me in on his memories. And you know what? It goes both ways. I can share his memories through mine, meaning I've got the whole scoop on everything that went down in the past week."
Sirzechs, now understanding the situation, nodded. "Okay, I see. Let's do it then."
Azazel, aware of the sensitive nature of the memories, glanced at Millicas, concern etched on his face. "Perhaps young Millicas shouldn't see this; it's quite graphic."
Xenovia, ever direct, inquired, "What could be more graphic than what Issei did yesterday?"
Sirzechs intervened his tone firm, "Very well. That's enough. I apologise, Millicas; it appears you will have to abstain from participating in this particular endeavour. Perhaps you could retire to your room and play with your gaming console."
Though Millicas yearned to know what happened to his big brother Issei, he reluctantly agreed. He didn't want to plead with his dad, as he had never seen him this serious. Millicas then left for his room.
"Alright, Azazel, what now?" Sirzechs prompted, his curiosity piqued.
Azazel carefully placed the device in the centre of the table, his thoughts swirling with mischief and concern. "Word on the grapevine is that there's a thrilling trial coming up involving the esteemed 4 Great Satans and the mighty 72 pillars. They're all riled up, debating whether Issei should be allowed to roam freely. You know, he's suddenly caught their attention as a potential threat to the Underworld. Oh, I couldn't let them have their way! I had to swiftly intervene, pulling some strings to ensure our favourite pawn, Issei, didn't face a harsh sentence. My apologies, Issei, but you know how it goes. I hope you grasp the situation and appreciate my mischievous efforts on your behalf!" Azazel thought, his eyes gleaming with both mischief and loyalty.
Around the table, a brilliant white light enveloped everyone as they delved into Issei's memories. The first scene that unfolded before their eyes was Issei hurting Rias, his voice echoing with desperation, "President is President!"
The members of ORC watched in shock and horror as they witnessed themselves turning against Issei, the betrayal evident in his eyes mirroring their actions. Emotions swelled within them as they shared his pain, feeling the weight of his despair.
The memories shifted to the next day when Kiba, Koneko, and Xenovia confronted Issei, their harsh words and actions leaving deep wounds. Xenovia's reproach, "If only you had been more mature!" struck a chord, tears welling in their eyes as they sensed Issei's agony of being ostracised by those he once considered friends.
Their anguish deepened as they witnessed the brutal assault by the three Devils on Issei. His sacred gear was forcefully ripped from his body, his hamstrings slashed, and three blades pinned him down. The pain was palpable, shared collectively by those witnessing the scene. Issei's desperate plea for help, his cries begging Rias to save him, resonated in their minds, haunting them.
Unable to bear the torment any longer, Rias, overwhelmed by guilt and heartbreak, rose from her chair, disrupting the device and preventing it from revealing more memories. "ISSEI! NO!" she cried out, gripping her head in anguish. If only she had acted and heard his cries for help, everything could have been different.
Akeno's voice trembled with sorrow and regret, "What have we done?" Her words hung heavy in the air, laden with the weight of their collective remorse.
Asia, tears streaming down her face, choked on her words, "Issei, we're so sorry," her voice filled with genuine regret.
Kiba clenched his fist tightly against his forehead, frustration and shame etched on his face. "If only I had been more vigilant," he muttered, his self-reproach evident.
Sirzechs, the gravity of the situation dawning upon him, analysed, "Ah, I see. So, this is the underlying reason for his current disposition. Yet, what can we make of the intriguing alteration in his visage?"
Azazel interjected, "We were getting to that," urging everyone to continue delving into Issei's story.
Grayfia, her disbelief evident, questioned, "There's more?!"
Sirzechs, in a steady and unwavering voice, addressed Rias with determination etched on his face, "Rias, let us persist until the end. It is imperative that we grasp the entirety of this situation. For only by doing so can we truly comprehend the depths of Issei's being."
Rias, tears flowing freely, stared at the device, haunted by her failure to protect Issei, her voice laced with determination, "Let's do this again," she said, her tone heavy with sadness. The room fell into a tense silence as they prepared to confront the depths of Issei's being, fully aware of their responsibility.
Azazel restarted the device, resuming from where they had left off. Issei, trapped and abandoned, began to realise the depth of his solitude. Doubts consumed him—doubts about his friendships, questioning their authenticity and even casting shadows on Rias's love. In his mind, he compared Rias to Raynare, breaking his heart further. Rias, too, succumbed to tears, her emotions overwhelming her.
Amidst their anguish, a notification appeared, bearing the words "2nd Chance" and "Yes or No." Confusion gripped them as Issei strained to reach the button, pinned down by the blade. With grim determination, he tore his body apart to extend his reach, the sight and sound of gore making them wince.
Finally, Issei's fingers brushed the button, unleashing a new, dark power. The energy it exuded mirrored the sensation they had felt the day they left the ORC clubhouse—strange and unsettling. With this newfound power, Issei effortlessly annihilated the three devils and opened a pocket dimension, delving into it.
They witnessed a system, tasks, stats, and an upgrade bar inside the dimension. Issei had modified the dimension for time dilation purposes and embarked on intense training. As Issei's memories faded, they were abruptly pulled out of the memory, leaving them speechless.
The ORC members stared at Azazel, seeking answers. Grayfia voiced their collective astonishment, "Time dilation?! Is that why he looks and acts so differently?"
Azazel confirmed, "Yes, it is."
Sirzechs inquired, "How long did he spend in there?"
Azazel replied somberly, "At least two years."
Their faces turned toward Azazel, shock etched across their features. Rias, her voice laced with disbelief, asked, "He spent at least two years by himself?!"
Azazel elaborated, "Not entirely alone. I checked on him daily, and after Ddraig awakened again, he spent the last six months with him."
Sirzechs, his curiosity piqued, inquired, "Ah, speaking of Ddraig. I'm curious: what transpired that led to his transformation? His colour appears to have changed significantly."
Azazel, a twinkle of fascination in his eyes, responded, "Ddraig's unfortunate separation from Issei during that Devil's assault. It was quite the predicament, I must say. For a lengthy period of one year and six months, poor Ddraig entered a peculiar state of hibernation. But fear not, for when he finally stirred awake; Issei displayed his remarkable determination by forcefully reuniting their severed bond. Remarkably, this act triggered a most intriguing mutation within Ddraig, altering his colour and appearance in a most peculiar manner."
"A mutation, you say?" Sirzechs pondered, recalling memories of the Juggernaut Drive. "Such a phenomenon is unprecedented among users of the Boosted Gear or Dividing Gear. Why, Issei?"
Azazel speculated, "It's probably because of the mysterious system Issei possesses. The same system that led to both Issei and Ddraig undergoing a significant transformation."
Sirzechs acknowledged, "Ah, indeed, the Juggernaut Drive. It's quite terrifying."
Azazel's laughter echoing through the room couldn't contain his amusement. "Hahaha! I must admit, I share the same sentiment after the evaluation I received from Heaven. There seems to be no discernible correlation whatsoever. Issei's appearance in that form is simply frightful, wouldn't you agree?"
The memory of the horrifying sight, Issei's new juggernaut drive, haunted everyone present. The juggernaut drive was terrifying in itself, but Issei had taken it to another level, a blend of cosmic horror and dark fantasy that sent chills down their spines.
Sirzechs, his brow furrowing in concern, inquired, "Evaluation from Heaven?"
Azazel smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Heh, once Ddraig went through that mutation, Michael, the one keeping an eye on those sacred gears, couldn't help but notice the shift and started getting all worked up. So, I paid him a visit and laid it all out. Naturally, he wanted Issei to meet up with him after the rating match."
"Is that where he is now?" Sirzechs questioned further, his curiosity piqued.
Azazel nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, that's where I left him; Michael's still running tests with him in Heaven."
Upon hearing this revelation, Rias instantly perked up, her eyes wide with concern and curiosity, sensing the gravity of the situation that had befallen Issei.
"I need to see him!" Rias exclaimed, her determination cutting through the air.
Akeno interjected, standing up, resolute, "We all do."
Xenovia regretfully admitted, "We gravely misjudged the situation. We should've never gone down that path."
Koneko's voice, soft but heavy with guilt, added, "He was suffering more than we thought he was." The weight of their realisation hung heavily in the room, a shared sense of remorse settling among them.
The atmosphere inside the ORC club members was heavy with dread, each member haunted by the image of Issei's pain and despair. The sheer magnitude of his suffering, his solitude, and the betrayal he felt weighed heavily on their hearts. Issei had endured unimaginable torment, standing strong without any support. His resilience was awe-inspiring, yet the cruel reality remained — he shouldn't have had to endure it alone.
Rias, her determination unwavering, voiced the collective sentiment, "We need to make things right!"
However, Zeoticus, cautious and concerned, raised a valid point, "What if he doesn't want to make things right? What if he ends up hurting you or even killing you?"
Rias met his words with a resolute acceptance, "So be it. It was because of me that he almost got killed. It's only fair for me to suffer as he did."
Venelana, alarmed by Rias's resolve, interjected, "Dear! Don't be absurd! That's not the answer to anything."
Sirzechs, the voice of reason, sternly intervened, "I won't allow you to walk into a potential threat, Rias."
Always loyal and steadfast, Kiba spoke up, "We'll be beside her! We, the ORC, will talk to Issei together. This issue involves all of us. We need to fix it."
In a gesture of concern, Sirzechs handed Rias a button, a lifeline in case of danger. "It's a panic button. If you feel unsafe at any moment, press it, and I'll be able to teleport to you instantly."
Rias, though appreciative, remained resolute, "Thanks, but I won't need it; I know Issei won't hurt us."
The room fell silent as Rossweisse pointed out the truth, "Not physically, but verbally; you saw how he was at the rating match."
Xenovia, ever pragmatic, added, "To be fair, we did verbally assault him; it's only karma if he does the same to us."
Rias gazed down at the button, her thoughts filled with regret, "Issei, I'm so sorry; please let me make it up to you. I promise it'll be different this time."
Sirzechs addressed Azazel with a note of caution in his tone. "Just to be prepared, Azazel, what exactly is Issei like now?"
Azazel began, his voice carrying a mixture of explanation and regret, "Well, you see, after enduring that traumatic experience and spending time in solitude, he has undergone quite the transformation. The once goofy and immature kid has evolved into a serious, calm, collected, and calculated individual. Over the course of those two years, his body and mind have matured significantly. He now possesses the physical form of a 19-year-old, while his mind has been shaped and warped by the trauma he has faced and the passage of time, as I mentioned before."
The ORC members listened in silence, their hearts heavy with the revelation. They had known Issei changed, but now they realised that he had transformed to a point where they could no longer recognise him, both in mind and body.
Sirzechs, thoughtful, spoke up, "I see, so that's how he is."
Azazel continued, offering a piece of advice tinged with a touch of humour, "Yeah, so don't think that just by showing your boobs to him will make him come back to you; in fact, it'll probably piss him off."
The group was stunned to hear that Issei's perverted side was no longer there, and any attraction he had once felt for others had also vanished.
Akeno, puzzled, questioned, "Why would he get mad over something like that?"
Azazel explained, "He hates his former self with a burning passion... he sees his old self as nothing more than a weak, naïve brat."
Each member of the ORC reflected on the Issei they once knew. He had been a goof and a pervert, but there was always a side to him that drew people in—the kind and compassionate side. Now, with that side buried in the past, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss.
Azazel's voice, tinged with contemplation, shared his insights, "You know, he reminds me a lot of Vali. They both have a similar mindset, wanting to be by themselves and seeking more power. The only difference between them is Vali chose to be alone willingly while Issei was chosen to be alone unwillingly."
Grayfia, her tone reflecting a sombre understanding, added, "I guess both Dragon Emperors share the same fate; even if the path they walk on is different, both paths lead to the same destination."
Sirzechs's expression, marked by empathy and frustration, said, "That's the thing; Issei's road was much more cruel and undeserving. Issei was someone who put others before himself, but fate had other ideas for him. Vali, on the other hand, is the opposite, and yet he gets off scot-free."
The words of the higher-ups lingered heavily in the hearts of the ORC members. As they absorbed the weight of the conversation, they realised they were no longer dealing with the Issei they once knew and loved. Instead, they faced a heartless, power-hungry beast who harboured a deep-seated hatred for them with every fibre of his being. The transformation was complete, leaving them to grapple with the harsh reality before them.
Sirzechs pondered their situation, his voice heavy, "How do you plan on communicating with Issei?"
Rias, determined to mend what was broken, stated, "I made him promise we'd talk today at the ORC clubhouse in the evening. That's when we'll meet each other."
However, Sirzechs had another concern, "There's also THAT issue."
Perplexed, Rias inquired, "What is it?"
Sirzechs, the authoritative voice in the room, spoke calmly yet commandingly, "Nothing of great significance, merely the sword employed by Issei during his encounter with Sairaorg and Regulus in the Rating Match. He inadvertently left it behind in the dimensional realm, and when the dimension closed, the sword found itself deeply embedded within the stadium's very core. Curiously enough, anyone who dares to lay hands upon that blade experiences an overwhelming surge of dread, rendering them incapable of budging it. Employing my power of destruction, I had to retrieve it and transport it back to the Armory, effectively neutralising its adverse effects. Alas, it seems the sword's influence now extends to the other weapons within, tainting them as well. We find ourselves at a loss regarding its proper placement. Thus, I hold hope that Issei shall soon come forth and reclaim his blade."
Her tone casual yet attentive, Rias responded, "Oh, okay, I'll mention that to him when I see him in the evening."
With that matter settled, they concluded their breakfast and went about their day. The members of ORC felt their legs shake with anxiety as the reckoning loomed closer, a sense of anticipation and trepidation settling over them like a heavy cloud.
X
In Heaven's ethereal realm, Issei engaged in a profound conversation with Michael, the angelic being of great wisdom. Ever since the conclusion of the rating match, Issei had been in Heaven, his newfound powers a subject of intense scrutiny for himself and Michael. While Azazel had grasped the essence of Issei's new game system, the enigma of his power remained, prompting Michael to delve deeper into the mysteries of the Boosted Gear.
--
Name: Michael
Race: Arch Angel
Affiliation: Heaven
Rank: Leader Class
Relationship: Mentor
Type: Caster (Mage)
Stats:
Vitality: 150
Strength: 150
Agility: 140
Intelligence: 150
Senses: 150
Dexterity: 140
Luck: 130
Overall Power Level: 144
Abilities: Light Power (Light Based Weapons), Master Magician (Defensive Magic)
Gear: Holy System
--
"Issei, although the specifics elude us, one thing I can affirm after extensive tests is that Ddraig is now inherently yours," Michael asserted, his voice steady and authoritative.
"Ddraig is mine?" Issei questioned, confusion etched across his features.
"Yes, upon scrutinising the markings upon your person, it becomes apparent that you and Ddraig have established a connection surpassing the bounds of a mere sacred gear and its host," Michael explained, his tone carrying the weight of revelation.
Ddraig, the ancient dragon spirit bound to the Boosted Gear, interjected, "So that's why my bond with him feels deeper."
"In my discernment, it appears you have assumed the mantle of the final wielder of the Boosted Gear," Michael continued, his gaze penetrating. "However, this connection bears a significant implication. If you were to meet your demise, Ddraig might share the same fate. Alternatively, it might signify your reincarnation within the subsequent wielder of the Boosted Gear. The preservation of your memories, though, lies beyond my understanding. Perhaps it falls within Ddraig's realm to establish a connection and relay your memories from the very inception of your existence."
Listening to Michael's words, Issei contemplated the profound implications, seeking Ddraig's perspective. "How do you feel about this, Ddraig?"
Ddraig's response was laced with a touch of grudging acceptance, "Hmph! If I had to endure a life with you before your change, I would have preferred death. But it seems you've become slightly more bearable now. I suppose I can tolerate your presence."
Issei grumbled at Ddraig's words while Michael chuckled softly, appreciating the banter between the two.
Suddenly, Issei's thoughts shifted, and he remembered a pressing matter. "I just remembered. I need to give you something, Michael."
Curious, Michael inquired, "Really? What is it?"
Issei conjured a portal to his dimension, pulling out three swords - the same ones that had nearly claimed his life during the assault by the three Devils a week ago. "These swords are the same ones that nearly claimed my life just a week ago," Issei explained, his voice tinged with the memory of the recent danger he had faced.
Michael examined the swords closely. "Indeed, these blades bear the mark of dragon slayers, yet their once-potent might seems to have waned. However, an anomaly presents itself."
Issei, intrigued, asked, "What do you mean?"
"From my knowledge, Ascalon stands as the sole known Dragon Slaying Sword. However, these three swords defy that understanding," Michael elaborated, his brow furrowing in puzzlement.
"People creating Dragon Slayer Swords? That wouldn't surprise me," Issei responded thoughtfully. "I recall the Holy Sword Project, an endeavour aimed at forging individuals capable of wielding Excalibur. It was only a matter of time before they delved into crafting Slaying Swords."
Michael nodded, agreeing with Issei's assessment. "The matter at hand, however, lies in the composition of the blade they have employed."
"What is it?" Issei inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Samael," Michael stated solemnly.
"Samael? The same Samael who tricked Adam and Eve into eating the forbidden fruit?" Issei asked, recognising the name from his lore studies.
"After his capture, he faced the wrath of God, banished from the sacred realms of Heaven and burdened with divine curses. Among the myriad afflictions bestowed upon him, he acquired the ability to conjure a venom potent enough to annihilate dragons, decimating their corporeal forms and desecrating their very souls," Michael explained, his tone carrying the weight of ancient history.
"Interesting," Issei mused, absorbing the information.
"For that reason, those who wield Dragon-type sacred Gears find themselves susceptible to this insidious poison," Michael continued, his voice laden with concern.
Issei pondered the implications. "Ah, our very own Kryptonite. I wonder, would such a force have any effect on beings of the calibre of Great Red and Ophis, the mighty Dragon Gods?"
"Yes, even snakes as well," Michael responded, his tone revealing a hint of humour.
Issei couldn't help but tease, "Herpetophobia much?" Though laden with weighty information, the conversation ended on a lighter note, the camaraderie between Issei and Michael evident in their banter.
X
Issei diligently continued the testing, his focus unwavering, while Michael delved deeper into examining the blades. After a thorough analysis, Michael approached Issei with a severe expression.
"Issei, you were stabbed by these swords, right?" Michael inquired.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Issei responded, his curiosity piqued.
"After careful examination, I have discovered that these weapons bear unmistakable traces of Samael's venomous influence," Michael explained.
"In truth, though the swords have been stripped of their power, the percentage of their effectiveness has dwindled considerably, barely exceeding a mere fraction of 1%. Nevertheless, the underlying proportion remains unchanged. Yet, even considering these circumstances, when those blades pierced your being, one would have expected your immediate demise under the weight of Samael's malevolent curse. It is perplexing, to say the least, that you managed to retain even a modicum of mobility after being impaled not once but thrice. In all likelihood, such an encounter should have brought swift and finality to your existence," Michael continued, his voice laced with intrigue.
"I guess I'm lucky then," Issei replied, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Truly, it appears to transcend mere fortune if I may speak candidly," Michaels acknowledged, his tone thoughtful.
Issei turned to his partner, seeking Ddraig's insight, "Ddraig, what's your thoughts on all this?"
"An intriguing predicament, indeed. I concur with Michael's assessment that an external factor must have intervened to neutralise the poison. In my opinion, it is plausible that the system itself played a role in this outcome," Ddraig offered his perspective.
"Yeah, but the system only started being of any use once I acknowledged its worth. Prior to that, I managed to persevere despite enduring the impact of three accursed swords," Issei pointed out, contemplating the mysterious turn of events.
"My concern lies with Samael, for he is meant to be sealed away within the depths of the Underworld. Yet, I ponder how they have managed to acquire his poisonous essence, and furthermore, who could have forged these blades," Michael voiced his worries.
"And who in the world granted those Devils a hit piece on me? That's something I've always pondered. But let me assure you, it's reasonable to assume that whoever fashioned these swords has undoubtedly created additional ones. There are undoubtedly others out there brandishing such formidable weapons," Issei mused, his mind racing with questions and concerns.
With these thoughts swirling in his head, Issei resumed the testing, his mind filled with introspection.
"During those two years of rigorous training, I found myself unable to reclaim that formidable strength, the power that I had awakened to preserve my own life and annihilate those Devils," Issei reflected inwardly. "Yet, I'm left pondering, what exactly was that power? An even more profound inquiry arises: why am I relentlessly pursuing it? Is it the allure of its exponential potency or the intoxicating sensation it bestows upon me? The sheer ecstasy and bliss as it sends shivers down my spine, coursing through my entire being. It's as though I possess the ability to conquer anything and everything, and yet, an insatiable craving for even greater power persists, knowing no boundaries."
As the testing session stretched into the evening, Ddraig's voice echoed in Issei's mind, a reminder of a promise made.
"Partner, did you not give your word to the Gremory Girl that you would engage in conversation with her once she embraced your proposed strategies?" Ddraig's inquiry hung heavy in the air.
Issei, recalling his commitment, sighed in acknowledgment. "I did, didn't I?"
"Listen closely, partner. If you truly aspire to become a 'Man of Your Words,' then it is imperative that we have a certain conversation," Ddraig urged, his tone firm.
Issei grumbled in annoyance, Ddraig furthermore added, "Are you going to show them your Dragon Mark?"
"No," Issei replied firmly.
"Why not?" Ddraig questioned.
"Don't feel it," Issei stated, his resolve unyielding.
"Hmph! It seems you, who once urged me to reveal my newfound colour scheme and discouraged any shame in embracing change, are hypocritically reluctant to practice what you preach," Ddraig remarked, his disappointment palpable.
"I'm not ashamed of the mark. It's simply that I don't see the need to explain it to them. My physical and psychological transformation is already complex enough to delve into, and now I'm expected to elaborate on a mere mark on my body?" Issei's frustration laced his words.
"So it's like that?" Ddraig questioned, accepting Issei's reasoning.
"Yeah, it's perfectly alright; only a select few individuals who hold the authority should be privy to this information, such as Azazel, Michael, and a few others," Issei affirmed, his decision final.
Approaching Issei, Michael extended his gratitude, "Issei, if you are indeed taking your leave, I extend my gratitude for the time we have spent together today."
"No worries, Michael," Issei replied, his curiosity piqued.
"Rest assured, for tomorrow's trial, we shall stand by your side without falter," Michael assured him.
"Trial? What Trial?" Issei's confusion was evident.
"Do you not possess this knowledge? The 4 Great Satans and the 72 pillars have convened for a Trial tomorrow, specifically to address matters concerning your existence," Michael explained, concern on his face.
"Me? Why?" Issei's surprise was genuine.
"Behold, they perceive you as a potential menace to the very fabric of the underworld, a force that must be deliberated upon to determine if you should be granted unrestricted liberty," Michael elucidated, his tone serious.
"Really? It's the first time I'm hearing about it," Issei admitted, his thoughts racing.
"Fear not, for Heaven shall offer its unwavering support during the Trial. Rest assured, the collective might of Azazel and the Grigori shall stand beside you as well," Michael reassured him.
Inwardly, Issei contemplated the upcoming confrontation. "Huh, so The Angels vs. The Devils? This could go bad."
"Oh, I see. Thank you, Michael. I appreciate it," Issei responded, his gratitude sincere.
"I shall inform Azazel of our discoveries from the testing, as well as the pertinent details regarding Samael's cursed swords," Michael stated, his determination evident.
"Thank you once again. I'll see you tomorrow then," Issei said, preparing to leave.
"Farewell, Issei! May righteousness guide your path!" With a final blessing, Michael bid him goodbye.
[Ability Used: Rift]
With a determined resolve, Issei opened a rift and stepped through, leaving Heaven behind, ready to face the challenges that awaited him.
X
After returning to his dimension, Issei hurriedly changed into fresh clothes he had purchased after leaving the rating match. The sweaty attire he had worn during the testing with Michael was quickly discarded, replaced by something more presentable for his meeting with Rias.
Issei stepped into the shower, washing away the exertion from his body. Cleansed and revitalised, he dressed in carefully chosen attire, mindful of concealing the distinctive Dragon mark on his body. He opted for a white compression shirt with a high neckline, effectively covering the mark on his neck. Over it, he wore a black leather jacket with a single glove on his left hand, cleverly concealing the mark there. Completing his look, he wore black combat pants and a pair of sleek black sneakers.
Satisfied with his appearance, Issei glanced at himself in the mirror and affirmed, "This should do."
However, Ddraig, his partner and voice of reason, interrupted his confident moment. "Before we go see your lover, you aren't going to make any more Breaking Bad references to diffuse the situation like you did at the Rating Match, right?" Ddraig's tone was stern, cutting off any potential excuses from Issei.
Issei hesitated for a moment, then sighed in defeat. "Fine, whatever," he conceded, acknowledging Ddraig's concern before heading out to face whatever awaited him with Rias.
X
The atmosphere inside the ORC clubhouse was thick with tension, the stormy weather outside reflecting the turmoil within. Rias, the leader, contemplated her words carefully, aware of the gravity of the situation. "I must remain resolute and cautious with my words," she thought, her eyes flickering towards her equally anxious companions. Lightning cracked nearby, illuminating the room in a sudden burst of light. At that moment, Issei materialised before them, startling everyone.
"Issei?!" they exclaimed in unison, their fear palpable.
Issei stood before them, his expression stern and unyielding, meeting their gazes head-on.
"Why did you barge in like that?!" Rias demanded, her tone edged with concern.
"I've just emerged from another dimension," Issei replied, his voice firm.
"Another dimension?! Are you talking about the one you trained in for two years?" Asia inquired, her surprise evident.
--
Name: Asia Argento
Race: Reincarnated Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Low-Class Devil
Relationship: Ex-Adopted Sister
Type: Support (Priestess)
Stats:
Vitality: 30
Strength: 10
Agility: 20
Intelligence: 40
Senses: 30
Dexterity: 40
Luck: 20
Overall Power Level: 27
Abilities: Magic
Gear: Twilight Healing
--
Issei's thoughts raced, realising their knowledge of the Time-Dilated Dimension. "Why is it that they are aware of this? Azazel," he pondered aloud. "Did Azazel inform you about this?"
"He didn't simply inform us; he delighted in revealing it to us firsthand," Akeno replied, her voice laced with bitterness.
"He actually showed you? Tell me, how did he manage to do that?" Issei questioned, his curiosity piqued.
"He employed a device that revealed your memories, which you willingly shared with him," Kiba explained.
"Oh, really? What else did he show?" Issei's ears perked up, his guard rising.
"We know about the Devil Attack," Irina interjected, her voice sympathetic.
--
Name: Irina Shidou
Race: Reincarnated Angel
Affiliation: Heaven
Rank: Ace of Spades
Relationship: Ex-childhood friend
Type: Melee (Warrior)
Stats:
Vitality: 40
Strength: 20
Agility: 40
Intelligence: 30
Senses: 30
Dexterity: 50
Luck: 20
Overall Power Level: 32
Abilities: Light Power (Light-Based Weapons)
Gear: None
--
Issei winced at the mention of the attack. Rias stepped forward, her voice heavy with regret, "Issei, we are so sorry for what we did; because of our actions, you were forced to live through such a horrifying experience."
"We're sorry for the way we treated you before all of this," Xenovia added, her eyes downcast.
"We disregarded your trauma from Raynare and blamed you for not trying," Koneko confessed, her guilt evident.
"We're so sorry for being horrible friends to you," Kiba admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "You've helped each of us with our own problems, and we couldn't help you with yours."
"Please, Issei, let us help you," Asia implored, her sincerity shining.
Rias joined in, her voice desperate, "Issei, we promise we'll do anything to make it all right."
Issei stood there in silence, absorbing their words. His response stunned them all. "And what precisely do you believe I require help with?"
Rias protested, her voice concerned, "Issei, you need help! The way you act! It's not normal!"
"Normal?" Issei's voice turned cold. "When you say 'normal,' are you referring to how I used to be? Let me make one thing clear. I will never regress to that pathetic, perverted loser I once was."
"Issei! Although you had those qualities, you were kind and compassionate towards others!" Akeno pleaded.
"And look where that got me, nearly dead on your doorstep," Issei retorted bitterly.
"Issei, I know we messed up big time, but we are trying to help you!" Asia cried out, her voice cracking.
"Are you genuinely trying to assist me, or is this an attempt to further your own interests?" Issei's accusation hung in the air, a bitter truth they couldn't deny.
"What's the intention behind such words?!" Kiba demanded, his frustration evident.
"You couldn't care less about me or my well-being; all you want is the previous version of me that conveniently stroked your ego, constantly validated you, and naively trusted every word you uttered," Issei accused, his words cutting through their defences. "You thrive on that version because it boosts your own sense of self-worth."
"That's not how it is at all!" Rias protested, her voice desperate.
"Isn't it obvious? Let me ask you directly: can you truly love this version of me? Tell me, Rias, can you? Or will you succumb to fear, just like everyone did yesterday?" Issei's voice cracked, his vulnerability exposed.
"No, wait, please," Rias pleaded, her words falling on deaf ears.
"Issei, stop! That's not the point!" Xenovia interrupted, her voice trembling.
"And you, Xenovia, weren't you the one who said, 'If you were mature, you'd see the consequences of your actions'?" Issei's tone turned accusing. "While the others remained silent, your silence spoke volumes. And now that I have outgrown my immaturity, you suddenly want to cry about it?"
"I didn't mean it like-" Xenovia began, her voice breaking.
"Shut up," Issei cut her off sharply, his eyes hard.
Xenovia looked down, tears threatening to spill. In a timid voice, Gasper pleaded, "Issei, please, you're hurting her." His words hung in the air, a plea for understanding amid the storm of emotions.
In the midst of tense silence, Issei's eyes bore into Gasper, his glare laden with unspoken disdain. Fear evident in his voice, Gasper stammered, "What, why are you glaring?"
Issei continued his silent intimidation, ignoring Gasper's pleas. Unable to bear the pressure, Gasper began to cry, his legs trembling with fear.
Her voice firm and commanding, Rias intervened, "Issei, that's enough!"
Issei's attention shifted to Rias, but defiance still simmered in his eyes. Rias, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and authority, warned, "You need to stop this threatening behaviour. There's a trial tomorrow discussing whether you should be allowed to roam free-"
"I've been informed," Issei interrupted nonchalantly. "I suppose I made quite a statement yesterday during the rating match."
Akeno, her voice sharp with reproach, interjected, "Statement?! You beat someone half to death!"
Koneko added, her tone accusing, "Not to mention what you did to Coriana."
"Who?" Issei responded, feigning ignorance.
"Issei!" Kiba's voice held a mix of frustration and disappointment.
Irina pleaded desperately, "Please take this seriously! You could be locked up with the rest of the criminals!"
Issei's response dripped with arrogance, "What exactly did I do wrong? I played the game as intended and did what I was tasked to do. You can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggshells."
Kiba retorted, exasperated, "You did more than you were supposed to!"
"You can't compare people to eggs!" Koneko added, her patience wearing thin.
Rias implored, her voice laced with worry, "Issei if you're going to act like this in the trial tomorrow, you'll end up iced in the Cocytus!"
Akeno's voice, softening with genuine concern, tried to reason, "Issei, just let us help you! We'll be with you all the way through."
Koneko said in earnest, "Issei, we'll work through everything. We'll make things alright again."
Her eyes brimming with tears, Rias pleaded, "Issei, please?"
Issei took a moment before replying, his tone cold and detached, "I don't require your help. During those two years, I managed entirely on my own. I have forged my identity, distinct and self-reliant, separate from the collective."
His words hung in the air, leaving everyone speechless. Her voice cracking with emotion, Rias questioned, "Issei, wait. Are you truly planning to leave us?"
"What if I am?" Issei responded callously.
"I won't allow you to leave! You belong to me, my cherished pawn, an indispensable member of my peerage! I refuse to let you go!" Rias passionately declared, her desperation evident.
"Seriously, how much more selfish could you get?" Issei's sarcasm cut through the tension.
"Wait, what?!" Rias gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Akeno, her voice choked with tears, cried, "Issei, stop! She just loves you. She's just trying not to lose you. We all are!"
"Well then, you've all done a good job at showing that, haven't you?" Issei retorted sarcastically, indifferent to their pain.
With a quiver in her voice, Rias pleaded earnestly, "Issei, I need to be honest with you. My feelings for you are undeniable. Please, I love you. Let me hear that you're still my beloved Issei; assure me that your love for me stands strong."
Issei's response was cutting, his words dripping with bitterness, "Where was all this when I actually cared?"
Rias gasped, her heart shattering as Issei's words stabbed through her, leaving her utterly defenceless in the wake of his departure. The pain in her eyes deepened, reflecting the profound hurt caused by his rejection.
Rias crumpled to the ground, brokenhearted, as her companions rushed to her side. Issei stood there, unmoved, refusing to respond to their pleas. Kiba, frustration evident, questioned, "Issei, why? She's just trying to help!"
Ignoring their protests, Issei turned around and began to leave.
"Issei, wait!" Rias's voice quivered with desperation.
Issei halted briefly, looking back at her.
"Please, I implore you, don't leave me. Your presence means everything to me. I can't stand the thought of being apart from you," Rias implored, her voice tinged with sincere desperation and longing.
Issei hesitated momentarily, his gaze flickering between Rias and the ground.
[Ability Used: Rift]
Then, without a word, he opened a rift and walked into it, leaving the ORC and the clubhouse.
"No!" Rias cried out in agony as they helplessly watched Issei disappear before their eyes, leaving behind a trail of heartbreak and despair.
X
The next day, the members of ORC found themselves back in the Underworld, heading towards the Grand Courthouse. As they made their way through the bustling streets, they couldn't ignore the shocked and fearful looks directed their way, primarily because of Issei. The weight of their recent conversation with him pressed heavily upon them, leaving Rias significantly burdened; she had spent the night before in tears.
Upon entering the Courthouse, they were greeted by Sirzechs, Grayfia, and Azazel.
"How'd it go?" Sirzechs inquired, his gaze settling on Rias, who could not meet his eyes, her sorrow palpable.
Kiba, the only one to respond, shook his head disapprovingly, indicating that their conversation with Issei hadn't unfolded as they had hoped.
"I see," Sirzechs murmured, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Akeno stepped forward, her voice steady, "Azazel, yesterday at the Gremory Estate, you said there were more memories to be seen."
Azazel nodded solemnly. "I did. They are my own memories of what I saw of Issei."
"Why didn't you show us that as well?" Akeno pressed further.
Azazel sighed, his gaze softening with empathy. "It was just his training, and besides, witnessing him change like that would have only made you feel even worse about yourselves."
Akeno and the others comprehended Azazel's motives for withholding his part.
"But if you want," Azazel added, "we can see them another time."
Sirzechs interjected, intrigued, "This would involve his training, right? Perhaps I can better understand how he acts and looks different."
Grayfia said, her voice contemplative, "And also, the peculiar game system he possesses reminds me a lot of the video games Millicas plays."
The conversation concluded as they took seats in the Courthouse, a unique amalgamation of a theatre and a courtroom. In the centre stood the defendant, while the Four Devil Kings presided on the top level. Around them, the 72 pillar leaders occupied their seats, although only eight were present that day. As the arches rose to the halfway point, the crowd settled in. Clan members, the general public, and representatives from various factions filled the seats, their murmured conversations blending into a low hum before the proceedings began.
Akeno's eyes bore into the courtroom, her question hanging heavy in the air. "What do you think will happen?"
Rias sighed, her voice laced with uncertainty. "I don't know. I just hope-"
Before Rias could finish her thought, the Judge's voice resonated through the room, cutting her off. "Thank you, everyone, for being here as we discuss the topic of Issei Hyoudou and whether or not he should be allowed to roam free after his actions in the Rating Match between Team Gremory and Team Sairaorg."
Rias's mind raced with concern. "Issei."
The Judge continued, his tone formal and stern. "May the defendant be brought in."
The heavy doors at the bottom of the room swung open, and Issei walked down to the centre. As he moved, he couldn't ignore the murmurs and the faces contorted with fear and disgust from the crowd.
"Well, it seems they're delighted to have me around," Issei muttered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Ddraig's voice echoed in Issei's mind, urgent and serious. "Do you dare to jest about something as grave as this? My freedom is at stake, and it demands your utmost seriousness!"
Issei brushed off Ddraig's concern. "Didn't I already tell you? Better Call Saul, of course."
Ddraig snapped back, his tone exasperated. "Cease your incessant references to Breaking Bad! Such trivial comparisons do not befit a conversation of our calibre!"
The Judge's voice boomed again, cutting through the tension. "Issei Hyoudou! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Issei's response was sharp and defiant. "About what?"
Lord Agares and Lord Sitri accused him vehemently. "ABOUT YOUR ACTIONS AT THE RATING GAME!" "WHAT YOU DID SHOWED THE WORLD WHO YOU REALLY ARE! A MONSTER!"
Lord Bael's anger was palpable. "YOU WILL PAY TENFOLDS FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY SON!"
Issei countered, his words cutting through the courtroom like a blade. "Lord Bael, spare me your feeble attempts at pretence. Never did you truly give a damn about your pitiful son, the one unfortunate enough to be devoid of any trace of magic. You cast him aside as if he were an inconvenience, lavishing all your attention upon his sibling, gifted with magical prowess. Don't delude yourself into thinking that my actions against Sairaorg stir any genuine remorse within you. No, your sole ambition is to revel in the exercise of your own power."
Lord Bael, incensed, roared, "SILENCE, YOU LOW-CLASS DEVIL! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A REINCARNATED DEVIL!"
Issei, undeterred, shot back with unwavering pride. "Yeah, but this low-class devil made your pure-blooded son his bitch."
The courtroom fell silent, stunned by the audacity of Issei's words. Even in his dire situation, his pride and ego remained unshaken.
Lord Bael seethed, his face contorted with rage. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I SHOULD HAVE YOU EXECUTED!"
The Judge intervened, his voice commanding. "Lord Bael, that is enough. And as for you, Red Dragon Emperor-"
"It's Black Dragon Emperor," Issei corrected the Judge, his voice firm and unyielding.
The Judge glared at Issei. "Black Dragon Emperor, you will show respect and not speak such vulgar words in the courtroom. Since the defendant has nothing to say, does anyone want to represent him?"
To everyone's shock, Arch Angel Michael stood up, his presence commanding attention.
"I will represent him," Michael declared, his words hanging heavy in the courtroom.
The crowd gasped in disbelief—an Angel representing a Devil, especially one accused of violence and malice.
Issei couldn't help but chuckle at the turn of events. "And there's my Saul Goodman."
The Judge, bewildered, demanded an explanation. "Arch Angel Michael! What is the meaning of this?"
Michael's gaze remained steady as he spoke, "I will accept that what Issei did at the Rating Match was out of line, but it's not his fault entirely."
The Judge, intrigued, pressed further, "What do you mean by that?"
Amidst the tense atmosphere, Michael elucidated the intricate workings of the game system that had ensnared Issei. He presented the evidence, showcasing the system's orchestration of Issei's actions and everything recorded from their test the day before.
"It's my final verdict to say that the system has control over him and his actions, altering him both physically and personality-wise," Michael declared with authority.
Ajuka, clearly taken aback, voiced his disbelief, "It's absurd to think such a power exists."
Serafall, ever the optimist, chimed in, "Wow, Issei is so strong!"
Sirzechs, the composed leader, expressed his surprise, "I didn't think this game system was this potent."
Falbium, his mind racing with implications, added, "If this system is as powerful as Michael describes it, it means that the Black Dragon Emperor has-"
Ajuka finished his thought, stating with awe, "Limitless potential."
The revelation left everyone in the room stunned and fearful. Could Issei indeed ascend to godlike heights with such power?
Lord Bael, his fear morphing into rage, thundered, "THAT'S EVEN MORE REASON TO KEEP HIM LOCKED UP! LET ME HAVE HIM! I'LL TEACH HIM SOME MANNERS, AND THEN I'LL SLOWLY END HIM BEFORE HE CAN BECOME AN EVEN GREATER THREAT LATER ON."
Undeterred by the threats, Issei responded coolly, "Thank you, Lord Bael."
"THANK YOU?! FOR WHAT?!" Lord Bael roared, incensed by Issei's audacity.
Issei's eyes glinted with defiance. "Acknowledging your motives, eh? Just as I surmised, your feeble justice system means nothing to you. It's clear that your true obsession lies in settling a personal grudge against none other than me."
"WHAT?!" Lord Bael bellowed, seething with fury.
"Do you find it so agonising, witnessing your precious Bael Clan reduced to naught but a pitiful farce by my hands?" Issei's words hung in the air, a challenge that infuriated Lord Bael beyond reason.
In a rage, Lord Bael leapt from his seat, poised to attack Issei, who stood his ground, unflinching. The room gasped in horror at the impending violence.
But just as Lord Bael lunged, he was abruptly restrained, his body frozen in midair, a bewildered expression on his face. "WHAT?! HOW?!" he roared in disbelief.
[Ability Used: Shadow Manipulation: Self Shadow Binding]
Shadow Manipulation: The user can take control of any existing shadow and control it to their will
Self-Shadow Binding: Restrain someone with their own shadow
All eyes turned toward Lord Bael as his seemingly alive shadow snaked its way up his body, binding him in place. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! YOU!" Lord Bael accused Issei, his realisation dawning too late.
Issei chuckled softly, his control over Lord Bael's shadow exposed. He had turned the tables, using Lord Bael's darkness against him.
The room fell into stunned silence, gripped by the terror of witnessing the incredible power Issei wielded. How had he gained such a formidable ability? The question hung in the air, unanswered and unsettling.
Issei's voice, laced with authority, cut through the air as he addressed the assembly, "Listen closely, fools; I grow weary of repeating myself. From this moment forth, address me as the Black Dragon Emperor if you possess even an ounce of intelligence, that is."
Sirzechs, his eyes widening with surprise, remarked, "He didn't have this power before; he must have got it from that system!"
Rias couldn't help but wonder, her thoughts filled with concern, "Issei, how far will you go?"
Lord Bael, unable to tolerate the spectacle, roared, "STOP THIS! AT THIS INSTANT!"
Issei tightened his grip, forcing Lord Bael to his knees, the latter letting out a pained scream, "ARGH!"
"It appears I have turned both father and son into nothing more than my dogs," Issei declared, his words sending shockwaves through the crowd.
Gasps filled the room as Issei's audacious Statement reverberated. Sirzechs, his tone edged with urgency, pleaded, "Issei, that's enough!"
Issei met Sirzechs' gaze with unyielding determination. "Please, release him," Sirzechs implored.
With a stern look, Issei released his control over Lord Bael's shadow. The fallen Devil, seething with anger, threatened, "You'll pay for this!"
"Is that so? Perhaps you should reserve your futile endeavours for your little PR minions," Issei retorted, his words cutting through the tension. "After all, I've already taken the pleasure of thoroughly embarrassing you in the presence of all these pitiful onlookers."
Lord Bael looked around, his face flushing with shame as he realised the extent of the humiliation he had suffered. Defeated, he returned to his seat, trying to salvage his dignity.
The Trial continued, culminating in Issei's ex-communication from the Devil Society. The news shattered Rias, knowing her parents would never allow her to marry him. Akeno, ever wise, tried to console her, "Rias, don't worry, you'll still be able to marry him; you'll just have to leave the Gremory Clan after all. Young Millicas is heir after you, don't worry. It's not the end of the world."
Despite his ex-communication, Rias refused to relinquish Issei's ownership, making him a stray devil by definition. However, he remained in the Gremory Peerage but was barred from the Gremory Clan. Team Gremory couldn't participate in any Rating Matches until Issei proved he wouldn't cross the line as he did in the last match. His relationship with the Underworld and the higher-ups hung in the balance.
Amidst the chaos, Michael and Azazel recognised Issei's potential. They took responsibility for him, seeing him as a solution to various problems across the factions. The Trial concluded, and the courtroom emptied, leaving a trail of uncertainty and a future yet to unfold.
X
As Issei navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the Courthouse, his eyes widened in surprise as he spotted the members of ORC gathered, with Riser Phenex standing conspicuously in front of them. Intriguing thoughts swirled within Issei's mind. "Riser, I haven't seen him since our fight way back then; why is he talking to Rias? Could it be about my ex-communication from the Gremory Clan? Does he want to marry Rias again for his own desires?"
A sharp, unfamiliar sensation gripped his chest, his hand involuntarily clenching into a fist. Confusion clouded his thoughts. "What is this strange feeling? Am I experiencing jealousy? Why does it bother me? I thought I was indifferent to such matters."
Determined to confront the situation, Issei approached Riser, positioning himself behind the oblivious man. With a scoff of chilling arrogance, he addressed Riser, "Heh, Riser."
Riser felt a shiver crawl down his spine as he turned around, finding himself dwarfed by Issei's towering presence. Issei's silver eyes bore into him like a predator, locking eyes with its prey.
[Fear had been Induced]
[Opponents Stats have been decreased by 48%]
"Oh, Issei, I was just—" Riser began, his voice laced with fear.
"Get lost this instant," Issei retorted, his tone composed yet icy, severing the essence of Riser's existence.
Issei's words struck Riser, who attempted to flee. However, Issei swiftly caught him by the shoulder, delivering a threatening ultimatum, "Try this again, and rest assured, you'll regret the day you possessed such a trivial ability as regeneration."
Realising the gravity of Issei's intentions, Riser nodded submissively and hurriedly retreated. The members of ORC observed the scene in confusion, baffled by Issei's contradictory actions. He seemed to despise them one moment, and the next, he displayed concern.
Before Rias could voice her question, Sirzechs called out to Issei, drawing his attention.
"Issei!"
Issei turned towards the sound, finding Sirzechs and Grayfia approaching him. Sirzechs spoke with a tone of authority, "Can we talk? Alone?"
Issei calmly regarded Sirzechs and Grayfia, then glanced back at the ORC before agreeing, "Okay."
"Follow me," Sirzechs instructed, leading Issei away. As he left, Issei cast a fleeting glance back at the ORC, a moment noticed by Rias.
Understanding the situation, Rias mused to herself, "I see, so that's the situation. It seems you do care, after all, albeit in your own peculiar manner," her lips curved into a gentle smile, offering a comforting sense of reassurance.
Issei followed Sirzechs and Grayfia into a room, where they conversed privately.
X
After about ten minutes, Issei emerged from the room, finding Azazel waiting for him outside.
"Heh, curious about the conversations between me and King Satan, huh?" Azazel smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Issei shrugged off Azazel's taunts. "None of that carries significant weight—just a bunch of promises and whatnot."
Azazel raised an eyebrow, amused. "Ah, I see. So, how does it feel to be excommunicated, huh? I bet it's quite the rollercoaster of emotions!"
Issei's response was surprisingly calm. "It feels as if I'm standing at the beginning of a clean slate, experiencing a newfound sense of freedom."
Glancing around, Issei noticed the absence of the ORC members. "Where's everyone else?" he inquired.
Azazel chuckled. "Looks like they ditched school to witness your Trial, huh? They'll have quite the homework load to tackle tomorrow."
Issei couldn't help but smirk in response. "School, huh?"
Azazel's tone turned mocking. "Heh, so you're finally remembering that place, Kuoh Academy? The one you're supposed to be attending? The one you've conveniently skipped for an entire week?"
"Yeah, I understand. So I'm playing hooky, am I?" Issei acknowledged, his voice tinged with wry humour.
Azazel's grin widened. "You think so? Are you planning to make a grand return?"
Issei shook his head. "No, not yet, at least."
Curious, Azazel pressed on, "Why not?"
Issei displays a notification for Azazel to see, his expression serious.
[Open World Unlocked]
Azazel's laughter echoed through the room as he questioned Issei about his newfound responsibility, "Open world? Hahaha! So, what's the deal with that?"
Issei nodded, a sense of purpose lighting up his eyes, "Now I'll be handling tasks from all corners of the world."
Azazel's eyes widened in disbelief, "What?! That's absolutely insane!"
Issei shrugged nonchalantly, trying to convey the gravity of his newfound duties, "I'm not entirely certain, but let me tell you, these tasks are absolutely legitimate. Just yesterday, I successfully undertook one that required me to rescue trafficked children from a notorious cult group operating in Romania."
Azazel chuckled, finding the situation oddly amusing, "Hahaha, what's this? The system suddenly thinks you should play the hero. How amusing!"
Issei nodded, acknowledging the irony of his situation, "I guess so."
Curiosity piqued, Azazel inquired, "Hmm, how long do you reckon this little endeavour will consume?"
Issei replied confidently, "I'm not uncertain. I have strategically planned something that will enable me to resume my studies next Monday."
Azazel teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Haha, looks like you're wagging another week, huh? How amusing!" His laughter filled the room, emphasising his amusement.
Unamused by Azazel's jests, Issei retorted, "Yeah, whatever."
Concerned about his responsibilities, Azazel asked, "What do you want me to tell the ORC and the others?"
Issei sighed, his tone serious, "Listen, I'm swamped with important matters at the moment. I've already informed Sirzechs and Grayfia about it, so they'll handle things on their end."
Azazel rolled his eyes playfully, annoyed yet intrigued, "Hah, you never fail to irk me when you insist on burdening me with your secrets, you know. But I suppose it's all part of the fun, isn't it?"
Issei nodded in understanding, "I understand your perspective. I suppose this is the juncture where our paths diverge, at least temporarily."
Azazel grinned, his expression playful, "Catch you on the flip side, my friend."
[Ability Used: Rift]
Issei smiled back, a mix of determination and resolve in his eyes, "You too." With that, he opened a rift, walked into it, and left the Underworld, ready to face the challenges ahead.
X
Having soared beyond Earth's atmosphere, Issei gazed down at the planet, his eyes wide with wonder and determination.
"This marks a fresh chapter for us, Ddraig," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Ddraig's tone, resonating with a sense of exhilaration, replied, "Indeed, it is. We shall revel in the thrill of venturing into uncharted territories."
Issei's gaze remained fixed on Earth, his resolve unwavering. "This world is now under our protection."
Ddraig's voice echoed purposefully, "What we're doing transcends the boundaries of Kuoh, Kyoto, or even the underworld itself."
Issei's determination flared brighter, his words carrying the weight of their newfound freedom. "From now on, we take control of our own destinies."
Together, they stared downwards at Earth, their spirits alight with a newfound sense of liberty. No longer bound by the constraints of others, they embraced the freedom to carve their own path, eagerly anticipating the adventures and challenges that lay ahead.