The school gates of Kuoh Academy swung open, ushering in the students on an ordinary Monday morning. To most, it was just another start to the week, but for a vocal minority, it felt like hell on Earth. Within the Occult Research Club, the recent departure of their member Issei Hyoudou, disguised as a Family Trip to Hawaii to the curious outsiders, cast a shadow over their days. The members of ORC found themselves in agony, haunted by guilt and regret for their actions that had pushed Issei to the brink. The weight of their choices bore down on them, reminding them of how they had failed to consider his feelings.
As the members of ORC arrived at school from the Hyoudou Residence, Asia's demeanour reverted to normal. Last week, she had been waiting at the front gates, hoping to catch a glimpse of Issei. She intended to offer a heartfelt apology, hoping to mend the rift she had unwittingly caused. However, deep inside, she believed that no matter how much she apologized, there would always be a part that could never forgive herself. Every day, she waited for Issei's return, watching her fellow students pass her by, oblivious to her despair. She clung to hope, arriving late to class day after day, and the routine of waiting became her daily ritual.
Today was no different. Asia stood by the gate, her eyes filled with determination and faith, as the other members of ORC passed by. Kiba, laced with melancholy, remarked, "In the end, Asia, it seems he won't be coming today either."
Undeterred, Asia responded with unwavering passion, "Kiba, I must hold steadfast to my faith, unwavering trust in Issei. I am certain that one day, he will come back to us! I truly believe it with all my heart!"
Xenovia said, adding her support, "She speaks the truth; he remains enrolled within the confines of the educational institution."
Akeno, ever wise, noted, "It seems Azazel is being quite evasive when it comes to explaining his absence, isn't he?"
Koneko added, "He's forever shrouded in ambiguity."
Akeno, however, remained focused on the larger picture, musing, "That's completely beside the point, isn't it? Those two are always up to something, especially lately. I wonder what mischievous schemes they're cooking up now."
Rias, the quietest among them, listened to their conversation, seeking solace in their shared concern. Of everyone, she felt Issei's absence keenly. For the past two weeks, she had slept in a bed devoid of his presence, their interactions marred by one-sided hostility.
Feeling the need for unity, the ORC decided to spend time in the Clubhouse. Asia, who wanted to continue waiting, was gently persuaded by Koneko to join them. Koneko, protective of her friend, didn't want others to misunderstand Asia's steadfast vigil at the gates, even though her heart ached just as much as theirs did for Issei's return.
X
As time passed, a particular individual strolled through the front gates, drawing immediate attention from the students.
"Is that a new kid?" Boy 1 exclaimed in awe.
"Jesus! He's tall and built!" Boy 2 added, equally impressed.
"OMG, is that the new kid?!" Girl 1 squealed with excitement.
"HE'S SO HAWT!" Girl 2 chimed in, her eyes wide with admiration.
"Great! Exactly what we need!" Boy 3 groaned sarcastically.
"Another hotshot stealing the girls from us!" Boy 4 grumbled in frustration.
The newcomer wore the standard boys' school uniform with a unique touch – a turtleneck compression shirt underneath and a single glove adorning his left hand. His earphones dangled from his ears, the wire disappearing under his shirt and into his pocket, connected to an unseen device.
Unbeknownst to the ordinary students, this so-called "new kid" was none other than Issei. However, his recent transformation remained hidden from those lacking supernatural awareness. It had been a week since his underworld trial and ex-communication, during which he dutifully carried out tasks assigned by the mysterious system guiding him.
Issei's mind buzzed with thoughts. "Wow, it's been ages since I set foot in this place," he mused.
Ddraig said, playful, "Actually, it has only been a measly two weeks, mere moments in the grand tapestry of time."
Issei retorted, "You and I both know that's not what I intended."
"Yeah, yeah," Ddraig replied.
Attempting to deflect attention, Issei hummed lyrics from the song he was currently listening to, "White colour sand (yeah), Frost in my hand, yeah (Hand), Lost it again (It's lit!)", his earphones muffling the sounds of the bustling school around him.
Suddenly, two girls approached Issei, prompting him to remove his earphones to hear them. He inwardly cringed, recalling his previous perverted tendencies.
"Hi! I'm Murayama!" Murayama introduced herself, her cheeks flushed.
"And I'm Katase!" Katase joined in, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Despite his new appearance, Issei felt the familiar sting of embarrassment when faced with introductions. He politely responded, "Pleasure meeting you both," before swiftly putting his earphones back on and striding away, leaving the girls momentarily surprised by his rejection.
"Well, at least they didn't beat me up with those kendo sticks," Issei muttered, relieved.
Ddraig snorted, "Hmph as if such a feeble attack could harm you." Issei rolled his eyes at the dragon's bravado.
As the bell signalled the impending class, Issei made his way to his designated classroom, fully aware that his challenges were far from over.
X
Upon entering the classroom, Issei was met with a sea of puzzled yet amused faces from the teacher and his fellow students.
Wearing a bemused expression, the teacher remarked, "Oh, I didn't know we were getting a new student!"
"Oh, I'm-" Issei began, attempting to clarify himself, but the teacher promptly cut him off, scrutinizing his laptop screen intently.
"That's weird; nothing mentions a new student in the teacher's portal. Not even a private email informing me specifically," the teacher mused, confusion etched on his face.
Inwardly, Issei steeled himself, realizing it was now or never. "It's me, Issei. Issei Hyoudou," he announced, bracing for the storm about to hit.
A collective gasp filled the room as everyone erupted into disbelief. Some even stood up from their desks in sheer shock, unable to comprehend the situation.
"This can't be true!" one boy protested.
"Why does he look so different?" another wondered aloud.
"You're telling me this really hot boy is the pervert?!" a girl exclaimed, her astonishment painted across her face.
"I'm sure this is some kind of prank!" another boy said, scepticism tainting his voice.
Issei winced as the words flew towards him, rubbing his face in agony. His mind raced, contemplating his situation. "I have no desire to be here either; perhaps I can leverage my abilities to assist myself. It's not as if the entire student council isn't already doing what I'm about to do."
[Ability Used: Mind Manipulation: Memory Alteration]
Summoning his resolve, Issei raised his finger, conjuring a psychic ball in his hand. The class watched in astonishment and amusement as the energy merged, forming a shimmering sphere.
In a split second, the ball exploded, its energy rippling across the entire school, leaving the students in awe and confusion, utterly unaware of the extraordinary adventures ahead.
Mental Manipulation: The user can manipulate others mentally (attitude, personality, memories, etc.)
A mysterious force swept through, mentally restraining everyone it touched with a chilling directive: "Forget the old Issei Hyoudou in place of this new one." Instantly, minds were manipulated, leaving them oblivious to the past.
However, supernatural entities like those in the ORC, Student Council, and a few teachers were immune to the strange influence. They sensed the unsettling sensation of memorial displacement but remained clueless about its source, keeping them on edge.
Amid the confusion, Issei found an unexpected ease in the situation. He quietly sat at the back of the class, embracing the anonymity the mental manipulation provided.
Thoughts swirled in his mind as he settled in for the lesson. "Well, that makes things easier," he mused, feeling an odd relief in the face of the newfound simplicity.
Unnoticed by most, Issei discreetly texted Azazel on his new phone, his fingers dancing over the keys. "That was me; I needed it since people started asking too many questions because of the obvious," he explained in his words a plea for understanding. "Don't give out my new number. And cover up for me; I don't want to see them right now, please," he implored Azazel, hoping he could smooth things over with the ORC and Student Council. He couldn't bear the idea of his first day back being marred by unnecessary complications.
Azazel's response, filled with emojis, left Issei bemused and slightly exasperated. "The fuck?! He's one of those who use emojis too much," Issei muttered, shaking his head.
Ddraig, ever the observant partner, chimed in. "Did you not, at one point, bear a resemblance to this very disposition?"
Issei huffed, slightly annoyed. "Yeah, but I'm a changed man now," he retorted, defending his newfound maturity.
The lessons progressed, and surprisingly, Issei comprehended the material effortlessly. Thanks to his heightened intelligence from his accumulated Stat Points, even topics that used to baffle him became clear.
Class after class passed, and Issei moved through the day, strategically avoiding the gaze of supernatural beings. His approach, now more casual due to the Memorial Displacement, allowed him to blend in seamlessly.
During a lull in one of the lessons, Issei absentmindedly twirled his hair with his fingers, reflecting on the practicality of his recent haircut. "I'm really glad I got my haircut before coming here. It was getting too long and starting to annoy me during fights, constantly falling into my eyes. But now, it's much more manageable. I've kept the same hairstyle, but I made sure the front hair stops just above my eyebrows," he mused, finding solace in the small comforts of his altered appearance.
Finally, the last class of the morning period ended, and Issei welcomed the interval, relieved to have a break from the complexities of the day.
X
Issei's stomach rumbled with hunger as he thought, "I'm absolutely famished; fortunately, I managed to snag a Subway sandwich on my way here. I prefer not to draw unnecessary attention, so I devised a plan. I'll head to the school's most typical, protagonist-esque spot—the rooftops!" With caution, he made his way up the stairs, warily avoiding the people he sought to evade.
Meanwhile, Ddraig scoffed internally, his thoughts dripping with sarcasm, "Hmph! You, who beat the shit out of arrogant Bael Heir and even confronted high-class devils in your court case, are truly bitching right now, aren't you?"
Ignoring Ddraig's remark, Issei pressed on, reaching the rooftop's pinnacle. He settled into a corner, indulging in his meal, his thoughts drifting momentarily. "Huh, this looks exactly like the place where Yan-Chan killed. What was that bitch's name? I'll just call her Rival."
Ddraig interjected, bemused, "What are you talking about?"
"Just a game," Issei replied dismissively. "I just realized you used profanity back there."
Ddraig seemed puzzled. "I did?"
"Yeah, you said shit, and you called me a bitch; not very heavenly of you, is it?"
Ddraig defended himself, "That is solely your responsibility! Your incessant swearing and inappropriate behaviour have influenced me, and I find it infuriating!"
Issei countered, "Really? Are you suggesting that someone who has existed as long as the Earth itself could be influenced by a mere 17-year-old boy?"
Ddraig huffed, "Hmph! You call yourself a boy, but your appearance betrays you. You bear the visage of someone in their late teens or early 20s, and your mental maturity, well, it's that of a man, I suppose. Although, at this moment, you're behaving like a mere child, cowardly evading your problems."
"Speaking of which, I have history next, with Kiba, for fuck's sake," Issei grumbled.
"It amuses me to see you engaging in conversation with your hand, of all things," Ddraig remarked dryly.
"I don't have any friends. I'll reach out to Azazel; he's likely still attempting to handle the situation on my behalf. I'll hold off on contacting him until the end of the day, and then we can meet to discuss it," Issei stated resolutely.
Ddraig inquired, "What of your two other friends, the perverted ones?"
"You're referring to Matsuda and Motohama? Frankly, I no longer share any common ground with them. Furthermore, I've already taken the initiative to deftly manipulate everyone's memory, ensuring they no longer perceive me as a perv. So, why would I willingly embrace such a title once again?" Issei reasoned.
Ddraig mused, "Self-isolation, huh?"
As Issei finished his food, he put on his earphones and immersed himself in his phone, biding his time until the bell rang. Finally, the bell echoed through the school, signalling students to head to their designated classes. Issei got up, dusted off the crumbs from his sandwich, and made his way to class, a mix of determination and uncertainty in his eyes.
X
In the bustling classroom, Issei could feel Kiba's intense gaze fixated on him. Refusing to engage, Issei purposefully avoided eye contact and moved to the far side of the room, away from Kiba's piercing stare. As Issei unpacked his books, he noticed Kiba on his phone, rapidly typing away. Using heightened senses, Issei discerned that Kiba was texting Rias about his presence.
[Ability Used: Energy Manipulation: Energy Absorption]
Issei's mind raced with determination, "Now I can't let you out me like that, you fucking FED." Channelling his energy manipulation abilities, he swiftly drained the battery of Kiba's phone. Within moments, Kiba's device died midway through the text. Confusion and frustration etched Kiba's face as he glanced toward Issei, who seemed indifferent. Unbeknownst to Kiba, Issei conjured a 3D energy model of a battery, displaying it nonchalantly, all while pretending not to notice Kiba's ire.
A smirk played on Issei's lips, relishing in Kiba's misfortune. Despite Kiba's occasional glances, Issei remained focused on the lesson and his books, unfazed by the storm.
When the class concluded, Kiba hurriedly left the urgency in his actions not lost on Issei. Anticipating the inevitable revelation, Issei resignedly thought, "Well, it was fun while it lasted."
Nonchalant about his impending fate, Issei moved to his next class. During the initial quarter of the lesson, a crackling announcement echoed through the school's speaker system.
A gentle, elderly voice resonated, "Can Issei Hyoudou please come to the Old School Building, please?"
Issei's mind raced defiantly, "At least they didn't come and try to get me physically."
The teacher, attempting to maintain order, intervened, "Issei, your name was called; you must go."
A stern refusal escaped Issei's lips, "No."
The classroom fell into a shocked silence as Issei's defiance hung heavy in the air.
"No?" the teacher echoed incredulously.
Issei's eyes glowed red, mirroring the sudden change in everyone else's in the room.
[Ability Used: Mind Manipulation: Compulsion]
"Forget about the announcements; ignore them and continue the class," Issei commanded, using his Mental Manipulation abilities to exert control over his classmates.
As swiftly as it started, the influence lifted. Issei's eyes returned to their normal silver hue, as did the rest of the class. The persistent announcements were met with a collective disregard as the class carried on, undeterred.
Finally, lunchtime arrived, and the students dispersed to either the cafeteria or the grounds. Still hungry, Issei made his way to the cafeteria, undeterred by the impending storm on the horizon.
X
In the bustling cafeteria, Issei patiently waited in line, collecting a modest meal of fries, pizza, and a can of Diet Coke. As he settled at a table, temporary tranquillity enveloped him.
"Issei Hyoudou!" The stern voice sliced through the air, pulling Issei from his momentary peace. He looked up to find the entire Student Council confronting him, their expressions a mix of determination and concern.
"Oh great, I can't even eat in peace either," Issei muttered under his breath, a cynical smile playing on his lips as he regarded the council members.
"What?" he scoffed arrogantly when prompted by Sona, his voice dripping with disdain, sending shivers down the spines of those present.
"We need to talk; come with us to the New School Building," Sona persisted, her resolve unyielding.
"I care not for your insignificant words. Begone from my sight," Issei retorted, his tone laced with exhaustion, yet his commanding presence remained unshaken.
"Don't talk to the President like that!" Saji interjected, bristling with anger.
"Saji, that's enough," Tsubaki interceded, her voice calm amidst the tension.
"Sona, Tsubaki, You best rein in that mutt of yours. Constantly barking at passing cars, he's just begging to get flattened. Tell him to watch his step before someone teaches him a painful lesson," Issei taunted, his words sharp as blades.
"What did you say?! I'll show you who the dog really is!" Saji seethed, his anger boiling over.
The confrontation escalated, drawing the attention of bystanders who attempted to intervene. Issei's eyes glowed red, an eerie aura enveloping the area, silencing all voices except those in the Student Council.
[Ability Used: Mind Manipulation: Compulsion]
"So it was you who sent out that Mental Energy!" Sona accused, her voice stern.
"That's against the school policy for us supernaturals!" Tsubaki added, her tone firm.
"Do you dare overlook the fact that I, the excommunicated pariah of the devil society, answer to no one but myself? Your pitiful policies and all of you can go to hell, for I care not a single speck about your existence," Issei sneered, his defiance palpable.
Finally, he stood, slamming his palms onto the table with a resounding thud, causing everyone to flinch. "How bothersome. There's a distinct purpose behind my silence upon returning, you see. It's simply because I refuse to endure such pathetic nonsense," he declared, his overwhelming aura leaving the Student Council trembling.
[Fear had been Induced]
[Opponents Stats have been decreased by 42%]
"Hmph, so you dare confront me, expecting me to spill my secrets as if I were a mere puppet, dancing at your command?" he scoffed, his voice laden with venomous disdain.
Issei's voice dripped with venom as he spat out his words, "Get the fuck out of my sight, every last one of you," he sneered, his tone laced with disdain.
The Student Council backed away, fearing the wrath of Issei. As they retreated, he sank back onto his seat, sighing deeply. His eyes fell upon his food tray, now withered from the energy he released. With a heavy heart, he teleported to the rooftop, seeking solace from the impending arrival of his peers, who remained oblivious to the turmoil within him.
As predicted, the ORC members entered the cafeteria downstairs, sensing the residual energy. Rias glanced at the shrivelled food; concern etched on her face.
"Issei," she whispered, a mixture of worry and disappointment. In her regretful gaze, Koneko, Xenovia, Irina, Akeno, and Kiba shared their silence, acknowledging their failure to understand their friend truly.
Meanwhile, atop the rooftop, Issei lay on his back, his head resting on his backpack, gazing at the vast expanse of the sky. "I'm still hungry," he declared assertively, rubbing his tummy, a lonely figure amid his internal battles. He spent the rest of the lunch period in quiet contemplation, awaiting the final class period of the day.
X
Issei trudged towards his last class of the day, P.E., an air of reluctance hanging around him like a cloud.
Inwardly, he grumbled, "I got P.E., with Xenovia of all people."
But just as he was about to enter the class, he was intercepted by a familiar face, Azazel, wearing an amused grin that hinted at mischief. "Huh, so you decide to grace us with your presence at school today, huh? No warm greetings like 'long time no see' or a simple 'hello'? Come on, don't be so cold!" Azazel's playful tone danced in the air, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Issei retorted, his patience wearing thin, "Give me a break; I intended to maintain utmost discretion for obvious reasons," he said, sighing.
Azazel laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Discreet, you say? Well, my dear friend, where's the fun in being discreet when you can unleash a mind-blowing explosion of mental energy?"
"I needed it to explain my new appearance, that's all," Issei explained, hoping to end the conversation quickly.
Azazel, still chuckling, replied, "Isn't it funny how there was no need for elaborate explanations? I mean, who needs those when you can simply compel people to believe that a mind-blowing transformation like that can happen to anyone in just a fortnight?" His laughter echoed in the hallway.
"Shut up," Issei said wearily, feeling the day's weight pressing down.
Azazel finally ceased his laughter, his expression turning more serious. "Heh, why don't you pay a visit to my office? We've got a lot to discuss," Azazel suggested, gesturing for Issei to follow him as he confidently strode towards his office.
Issei, confused, asked, "Wait, what about my class?"
Azazel grinned slyly. "Hahaha, you know, you're not the only one who can truly play with minds," he said, his tone cryptic yet intriguing.
Resigned, Issei let out another sigh and followed Azazel to his office, the mysteries of the day unfolding before him.
In the dimly lit confines of Azazel's office, a playful grin curved the demon's lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Hehe, what sort of mischief have you been causing in the past week, my dear friend?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.
Standing confidently before Azazel, Issei responded with a smirk, "Well, I did as the system asked me to do."
Azazel leaned forward, his interest piqued, "Liiike?"
As he recounted his recent exploits, Issei's eyes glinted with determination, "I was on a mission, tracking down those elusive werewolves in the U.K. I eliminated the entire group, or should I say, their clan? Tribe? Not entirely sure, but I made sure none of them remained until the system notified me that the task was complete."
Azazel chuckled, finding amusement in the chaos Issei had caused, "Haha, I can't help but wonder how things have changed for werewolves these days. It would've been fascinating to have one around for observation."
Issei's smirk deepened, and he continued his tale, "Then there was Paris."
Azazel, intrigued, questioned, "Who was in Paris?"
Issei's eyes twinkled mischievously, "All jokes and pop culture references aside, cannibals."
"Cannibals?" Azazel echoed in surprise.
Issei explained with grim satisfaction, "Yeah, there's this fascinating nerve located right behind the human eye. It possesses a specific enzyme that triggers a profound transformation in humans, turning them into relentless cannibals, succumbing to the terrifying existence of Wendigos. They were strategically concealed deep within the catacombs, luring unsuspecting pedestrians into their lair and consuming them."
Azazel nodded in understanding, "Haha, looks like you've been quite the man-eater slayer, huh? Impressive work!"
Issei nodded in acknowledgment, adding cryptically, "Yeah, among other things."
Curiosity piqued, Azazel inquired, "Does the system still give you requests now?"
Issei confirmed, "Yes, it does; it was sent in the fifth period."
Azazel probed, "Did you do it?"
Issei's gaze turned intense as he revealed his secret, "Yes, but not me specifically." With a swift motion, a crimson entity materialized beside him.
Azazel's eyes widened in realization, "You have the power to purge the souls of your fallen foes and assimilate them into your formidable army, right?"
Issei nodded, a confident glint in his eyes, "Yes, these souls are now an extension of myself. I dispatched them to fulfil the requests the system demands of me. Initially, I lacked the necessary Ability Points to enhance their capabilities. Still, I gradually upgraded their range, expanding their reach worldwide."
Azazel marvelled at Issei's inventiveness, "Haha, would you look at that? Quite the display of inventiveness you've got there."
Issei shared his current predicament, "Now, I just send them whenever I get a request. So I can be here."
Azazel chuckled mischievously, impressed by Issei's diligence. "Heh, well, looks like we've got ourselves a diligent little student here. Impressive, I must say."
Issei retorted, "Quiet down; it's not as if I willingly chose to be in this situation. Given my physique, I appear more like a student who's been retained for several years."
Amused, Azazel teased, "Hahaha, fret not! You bear the resemblance of an average teenager straight out of a Netflix series."
Issei responded with a sarcastic tone, "Haha."
Azazel then shifted the conversation, revealing Vali's recent search for Issei. "Ah, it seems Vali has been on the hunt for you. He made quite the entrance, appearing here just last week, specifically searching for you."
Issei inquired, "Did he now? What did you tell him?"
Azazel grinned, recounting his encounter with Vali, "Heh, looks like none of those ORC or Student Council folks had the guts to face him head-on, fearing his hostility. But hey, since I've got a history with the guy, I took it upon myself to handle the situation. I simply gave him the runaround, letting him know you weren't around and that no one had a clue about your whereabouts."
Issei asked in surprise, "And he just left? Just like that?"
Azazel nodded, intrigued, "Yeah, any idea why he's looking for you?"
Issei explained, "When I unleashed the Juggernaut Drive during the Rating Match, I emanated a formidable surge of power that caught Albion's attention. Undoubtedly, he must have discerned the distinct essence of Ddraig's energy."
Azazel questioned Issei's choice of using the Juggernaut Drive despite its drawbacks, "Oh. Speaking of the Juggernaut Drive, why did you use it when it has all the major drawbacks like the life force draining and the past users gaslighting you into turning into an unstoppable monster?"
Issei confidently replied, "Well, first and foremost, I counteract the life force drain by employing my own magic and energy reserves instead of depleting my life force. Furthermore, I possess the ability to generate my own life force energy, rendering Koneko's senjutsu unnecessary for restoring the vitality I may have expended during my previous endeavours."
Azazel raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "If we follow that line of thinking, you'd practically be immortal! But what about the past users?"
Issei explained, "When I initially activated Juggernaut Drive, it was during my time in the time-dilated dimension. I had just re-attached the Boosted Gear to my body, and the system effectively prevented any interference from past users while I was in that form."
Inwardly, Issei pondered, "I won't bother discussing that dream sequence I had where I encountered a white-haired version of myself; I'll withhold my comments until I have a clear understanding of its meaning."
Azazel commented, "Isn't that convenient? I can't imagine people I don't know chanting random things in my head."
Issei changed the topic, sharing another surprising encounter, "On the topic of the Khaos Brigade and their members, guess who I met last week."
Azazel's interest was piqued, "Enlighten me."
Issei revealed, "The Infinite Dragon God, Ophis."
Azazel exclaimed, "You met Ophis?!"
Issei confirmed, "Yeah, but she seemed to be more interested in Ddraig rather than me; most likely, she also sensed the change in him."
Azazel chuckled, "She? So it's a female now; last time I remember, it was an Old Man."
Issei clarified, "Well, it's a loli now."
Azazel teased, "Don't tell me you."
Issei interrupted firmly, "Don't even think about it."
Azazel laughed, his tone mischievous, "Hahaha! I could've sworn you took great pleasure in having Koneko sit on your lap. Perhaps it's time to consider adding another cute loli to your ever-growing harem, don't you think?"
Issei replied, resolute, "I don't have that kind of desire anymore."
Azazel smirked, "Ah, speak for yourself, my friend. Now, tell me, what grand scheme do you have in mind for your beloved, or shall I say beloveds?"
Issei rolls his eyes at Azazel's comment.
After school, Issei shared his plans with Azazel, his voice carrying a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "I'm seeing them today after school; I did promise Sirzechs something."
Azazel nodded, his expression understanding. "I heard from him; he also said he made you a free piece now."
Issei sighed, his turmoil evident as he admitted, "Yeah, I didn't feel free yet, even if I was excommunicated."
Azazel's gaze softened with concern. "Rias doesn't know; I couldn't bring myself to tell her, neither me nor Sirzechs or anyone. Who knows what she'll do when she finds out or what'll happen to her? She's already in a depressive state; they all are."
A conflicted look clouded Issei's eyes, his emotions swirling within him. Attempting to change the topic, he turned to Ddraig, his partner in this extraordinary journey. "Anyways, Ddraig, you wanna say anything to Azazel before I leave?"
Ddraig seized the opportunity, his voice booming with intensity. "Yes, indeed, Azazel, our therapy sessions, even though my partner has changed and I have reclaimed my title as a fearsome dragon, there is something I require your counselling on."
Azazel leaned in; curiosity etched across his features. "Yes?"
"The mere thought of being bestowed the title of the Black Dragon of Domination fills me with disdain!" Ddraig roared passionately, his fiery indignation palpable. "I have always been and forever shall remain the proud and mighty Red Dragon of Domination! This new designation is an affront to my being, and it fuels my fiery wrath! I detest it with every fibre of my being! I despise it! I abhor it! I cannot bear its presence!"
Issei, wearied by their ongoing banter, rubbed his face in annoyance. "Ddraig, we've been over this," he interjected in a tired tone.
Ddraig, ever proud and unyielding, snapped back, "Silence, you insolent brat! What could you possibly understand about the pride and honour of a Dragon?!"
Meanwhile, Azazel observed their exchange with an amused chuckle, recognizing their familiar dynamic.
As their conversation wound down, Issei returned to his class which was the field, taking a seat on the sidelines as he watched his classmates engage in sports. Xenovia, surprised by his presence, couldn't help but glance his way, half-expecting him to skip class.
Finally, the period drew close, and the students headed to the changing rooms to swap their P.E. clothes for uniforms. Before Xenovia could enter the rooms, she turned toward where Issei was sitting, only to find him gone, leaving an air of mystery behind.
X
After the school bell had signalled the end of the day, Issei patiently waited on the school rooftops, observing as the members of the ORC made their way to the Clubhouse. He descended towards the same destination once he had confirmed that everyone had entered the Old School Building.
As Issei treaded the footpath leading to the Old School Building, his eyes fell upon the cracked pavement marked by three distinct entry points. At this very spot, the three Devils had mercilessly attacked him.
In his mind, Issei reflected, "Finally, I've arrived at the very spot where my life took a dramatic turn. It's intriguing to ponder what holds more sentimental value— the park's fountain where Raynare brought an end to my existence or this very location."
Lost in his thoughts, memories from those fateful days played before his eyes like a vivid montage. He mused, "Well, whatever the case may be, one undeniable fact is that both those days had a profound impact on my life, whether for the better or for the worse."
Shaking off the weight of his contemplation, Issei refocused and moved onward, heading towards the main door of the Clubhouse. With a determined spirit, he knocked on the door, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
The members of ORC huddled in the main room of their headquarters, their expressions a mixture of worry and confusion as they discussed Issei and his peculiar behaviour at school that day.
Rias, her voice laced with concern, inquired, "Oh, Xenovia, did he arrive late to class?"
Xenovia nodded, her tone crisp and factual, "Yes, upon his arrival, he simply assumed a passive role, observing from the sidelines while others engaged in sports activities, occasionally resorting to diverting his attention with the use of his phone."
Akeno voiced her frustration, her words tinged with disappointment, "Why, oh why, did he have to arrive late?"
With a calm and collected voice, Kiba added his observations, "It seems he had no intention of engaging in conversation with Xenovia."
Irina mischievously said, "Or perhaps there was a delightful companion by his side."
Rias, her patience wearing thin, called out sharply, "Azazel!" The name hung in the air, charged with frustration and determination, as she contemplated the possibility of Azazel withholding vital information.
Amidst their discussion, a sudden knock echoed through their headquarters, drawing their attention.
Akeno, her curiosity piqued, remarked, "Oh my, who might that be? Are you telling me there's someone else joining us? How intriguing, considering we're all gathered here already."
Kiba, ever composed, inquired, "President, were we expecting someone?"
Rias frowned, uncertainty clouding her features, "To the best of my knowledge, no. But I could be mistaken."
Koneko, the quiet observer, added, "I can't even sense who it is; they've done a good job concealing their presence."
Another knock reverberated through the room, prompting Rias to take charge, "Let us venture forth and discover the identity of our visitor. We must remain prepared for any potential conflict, ensuring we are ready to face any challenges that may arise."
With resolve in their eyes, the members of ORC made their way downstairs toward the main door, bracing themselves for the unknown.
As they swung the door open, their collective gasp filled the air.
"Issei?!" they all exclaimed in unison, their surprise echoing through the room.
Flash Back to 1 Week ago
After Issei's Trial in the Underworld
Sirzechs and Grayfia invited Issei into a spare room, setting the stage for a candid conversation.
--
Name: Sirzechs Lucifer (Gremory)
Race: Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Leader Class
Relationship: Ex-Brother-in-law
Type: Caster (Sorcerer)
Stats:
Vitality: 150
Strength: 150
Agility: 130
Intelligence: 140
Senses: 130
Dexterity: 140
Luck: 120
Overall Power Level: 137
Abilities: Power of Destruction, Magic (Defensive, Transformation, Teleportation)
Gear: None
--
--
Name: Grayfia Lucifuge
Race: Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Ultimate-Class Devil
Relationship: Ex-Sister-in-Law
Type: Caster (Mage)
Stats:
Vitality: 130
Strength: 120
Agility: 120
Intelligence: 140
Senses: 110
Dexterity: 130
Luck: 110
Overall Power Level: 122
Abilities: Magic
Gear: None
--
"Ah, Issei, it has been quite some time since we last engaged in a face-to-face conversation of this nature," Sirzechs began his tone gentle and understanding.
"You truly have no idea," Issei replied, a hint of bitterness lacing his words.
"Ah, so it has been a span of two years on your end, I presume?" Sirzechs inquired, his voice soft with empathy.
"Azazel showed you as well?" Issei asked, his gaze shifting toward Grayfia, who nodded in confirmation.
"I'm sceptical about the idea of allowing others to witness my personal memories," Issei confessed, his apprehension palpable.
"Rest assured, for I can assure you that our intentions are pure and without malice," Sirzechs reassured him, his sincerity evident.
Issei waited in silence, anticipating Sirzechs' following words.
"Regarding this matter, allow me to extend my sincerest apologies on behalf of my sister and her peerage for the regrettable mistreatment you endured," Sirzechs stated, his regret apparent.
"It's alright; you had no involvement in this matter. I harbour no ill will towards you," Issei responded, his forgiveness genuine.
"I do insist," Sirzechs continued, his voice firm yet kind. "While my sister may exhibit occasional bouts of self-centeredness and indulgence, rest assured, she never harboured intentions to inflict such profound pain upon you. Often, her emotions tend to outweigh her rationality, placing personal sentiment at the forefront. However, be assured that beneath it all, a profound love for you dwells within her."
"And yet, my affection wasn't sufficient for her. Apparently, addressing someone by their name is considered an expression of love. It's worth noting that it was Rias herself who instructed me to refer to her as 'president.' Let's disregard the fact that I sacrificed my arm to rescue her from a forced marriage and came close to death on multiple occasions while repeatedly saving her. Apparently, none of those actions convey my love for her," Issei's voice wavered with a mixture of hurt and frustration, his pain bare.
Sirzechs and Grayfia regarded Issei's words hesitantly, their eyes shifting away in slight discomfort.
"I didn't even get the chance to finish. I was about to confess, and then she had the audacity to call me an idiot and storm off," Issei said, his annoyance palpable.
Sirzechs, breaking the silence, inquired, "And in this moment, how does she make you feel? What are your sentiments towards her?"
"I don't know," Issei replied, his confusion evident.
Grayfia chimed in, teasing, "Oh, don't you know? It seemed quite evident to me. I distinctly recall you having to intervene and politely escort Riser away when you noticed his proximity to her moments before we summoned you." She wore a smirk that further irritated Issei. He shot her a sharp look, but she only chuckled in response.
"It appears that spending those two years in that dimension allowed for some introspection on your part; I find that reassuring," Grayfia continued, her amusement apparent. "One can only speculate about the potential consequences if you hadn't been granted that period to regain your composure."
Annoyed, Issei looked away, his thoughts racing with irritation. Sirzechs intervened, his tone serious.
"Issei, I have a favour to request of you if you would be so kind," Sirzechs said.
"What would that be?" Issei asked, curious about Sirzechs's request.
"I implore you to safeguard my sister with utmost dedication," Sirzechs pleaded. "Even at the cost of your own life."
Issei scoffed inwardly at the Gremory siblings' entitlement. "These Gremory siblings, completely spoiled and utterly self-centred!" he thought, his annoyance deepening. However, a plan began to form in his mind.
"Alright, I'll accept, but on one condition," Issei said, his expression hardening.
"What is it? I'll grant it!" Sirzechs replied eagerly.
"Make me a free piece," Issei demanded, watching Sirzechs and Grayfia closely.
Their eyes widened in shock at his audacious request.
"Issei, what you're asking for, if Rias learns of this, she'll-" Sirzechs began.
"I'm aware of that," Issei interrupted, his tone firm. "We won't disclose it to her. I assure you I'll uphold my end of the agreement. Nevertheless, bear in mind that I have other obligations to attend to."
Sirzechs inquired, "What are they, if I may ask?"
"The system Michael explained to you has assigned me demanding missions worldwide," Issei explained. "I don't want Rias interfering with my business. I can't disclose what I'm doing to her because then she'll want to be involved. If I refuse to share, she might use her King's command to restrain me, preventing me from pursuing my goals. So, I need to assert my freedom and ensure she can't exert her control over me."
Sirzechs nodded, understanding Issei's perspective. "Indeed, I comprehend the reasoning behind that. Very well, I grasp the situation. In this very moment, I shall grant you a boon without any cost or obligation."
Sirzechs approached Issei, his hand gently resting on Issei's chest. A vivid red aura enveloped his hand, casting a vibrant glow where it met Issei's skin. After a few moments, the aura dissipated.
"Done!" Sirzechs declared confidently.
Issei frowned, scepticism clouding his expression. "Just like that? I don't feel any different."
"Believe me, it's done," Sirzechs reassured him.
"Very well, I appreciate it," Issei conceded. "I will honour my end of the deal, even though I'll be away from Japan for the entirety of this week. However, I assure you that I will be back next week."
"Oh, okay, that shouldn't be much of a problem," Sirzechs replied casually.
"If everything is settled, I'll be taking my leave," Issei stated, ready to depart.
"Issei, before you leave, can I ask another thing?" Sirzechs inquired.
"What is it?" Issei responded, curious.
Sirzechs explained, "That sword you used in the Rating Match against Sairaorg and Regulus. It materialized within the stadium after you left. Its energy was affecting other weaponry, so I relocated it to the esteemed Gremory Clan's Armory using my power of destruction. I'd appreciate it if you could retrieve it."
Issei mentally kicked himself, realizing he had forgotten about the sword. "I see, and I assume you want me to take it back?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful," Sirzechs confirmed.
Issei extended his right hand, and in an instant, the Welsh Dragon's Knight Sword teleported from the Armory into his grasp. After a brief moment, Issei used a portal to transfer the sword back to his pocket dimension.
--
Welsh Dragon Knight Sword
Rarity: Rare
Classification: Straight Sword
Stats: 5 Agility, 2 Strength, 5 Dexterity
Ability: Capable of firing dragon energy blasts
--
"Thank you, Issei," Sirzechs expressed his gratitude.
"No worries," Issei replied, his tone casual.
"May our paths cross again in a more auspicious circumstance, where optimism permeates the air," Sirzechs said, his voice laced with hope.
"Likewise," Issei responded politely before turning to leave.
Just as he was about to exit, he glanced back at Sirzechs and Grayfia. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he commented, "You two have an intriguing dynamic; there's an unmistakable presence of a dominant master and a submissive servant. But it's the subtle interplay between a submissive master and a dominant servant."
Sirzechs and Grayfia blushed, caught off guard by Issei's observation. Grayfia, not one to back down, retorted slyly, "In regards to you and Rias, I dare say we have an intriguing dynamic too, with Rias playing the submissive master and you assuming the role of the dominant servant. It seems you've taken on a more assertive demeanour lately."
Issei scoffed, acknowledging the banter, and then exited, leaving Sirzechs and Grayfia to contemplate his words in his wake.
Flash Back Ends
Back to Issei standing in front of the ORC at the main door
The air inside the Occult Research Club room grew tense as everyone's attention shifted towards the unexpected arrival of Issei.
"Issei?!" they all exclaimed in unison, their expressions a mix of confusion and wariness as if preparing for an imminent confrontation.
Rias, the club president, gracefully interrupted the silence, her eyes sparkling with a glint of enthusiasm. "Issei, I must confess, your comeback caught me by surprise," she remarked, her voice tinged with curiosity and sincere interest.
Kiba, constantly vigilant, questioned Issei, his tone defensive and cautious, "Issei, what is the purpose of your presence here?" His words directly responded to Issei's previous interference, setting the stage for the tension in the room.
Issei took his time before responding, deliberately making everyone wait in anticipation. "You had a meeting this afternoon discussing the school festival. I'm still a part of the Occult Research Club, aren't I?" he finally said, his words hanging in the air, emphasizing his rightful place among them.
A puzzled exchange of glances passed between the members. "Issei still wants to be around us even after everything that happened," was the common unspoken thought in the club.
Rias, with a genuine desire to alleviate any unease, offered a reassuring welcome. "Absolutely! Please, come on in!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with joy.
Issei entered the room, acutely aware of the discomfort etched on everyone's faces. Attempting to lighten the atmosphere, he joked, "For a moment there, I thought you weren't gonna let me in again. With my luck, I probably would've gotten jumped by Devils again," his attempt at humour falling flat, veering dangerously close to condescension.
As they moved to the main room, Issei stood aside, watching as each member found a seat. Everyone settled onto the couch except Akeno, who stood beside Rias at her desk. Sensing the palpable tension, Issei opted to take an extra chair, distancing himself from the others, at least for the time being.
Rias, aiming to restore a sense of normalcy, redirected the conversation towards the upcoming school festival. "As the festival draws near, and with our club now complete, it feels like the opportune time to make some decisions about the direction of our club," she announced. "I truly value each of your perspectives, so I encourage input and suggestions from all my esteemed club members. Let's engage in a discussion and make these decisions together, shall we?"
The room fell silent, the awkwardness amplified by Issei's presence. Realizing he was the reason for the oppressive atmosphere, Issei chose to remain silent unless directly addressed.
Rias, seeking to reconnect, turned to Issei with a sincere spark of curiosity in her eyes. "Any thoughts, Issei?" she inquired, her tone carrying a gentle warmth, her gaze unwavering as she invited him to share his thoughts.
Issei felt the weight of the moment. "I'm open to considering others' opinions, but if I were to make a suggestion, I propose incorporating supernatural-themed games," he offered tentatively. "For instance, we could replace traditional beer pong with a twist where toy eyeballs are used as the balls, and instead of beer, we could use a spicy sauce to symbolize blood."
The room fell into astonished silence. Feeling drained by the social interaction, Issei decided to say no more, his social battery exhausted.
Rias, impressed by Issei's idea, commended him, "Issei, that's truly an outstanding idea. Does anyone else have any contributions to make?"
After regaining his confidence, Kiba suggested, "After considering the options, it might be interesting to explore the realm of cosplay. We could each embody distinctive characters, presenting a diverse and captivating ensemble."
Asia said, her voice bright, "And perhaps we could also have some delightful face painting, bringing smiles and joy to everyone's faces."
The other ORC members shared their opinions while Issei remained silent, observing the ideas unfold before them.
After a few minutes of brainstorming and planning, they arrived at their final decision.
"Alright, my dear servants! Let it be decided! We will work together to transform this occasion into a dazzling display, unmatched anywhere on our prestigious campus!" Rias declared, her contagious excitement eliciting cheers from all, except for Issei.
"Alright, my dear servants, the meeting concludes. You're all dismissed," Rias declared, her voice carrying a blend of authority and warmth. The members dispersed, leaving Issei with a tumult of emotions. As he observed his friends moving away, a whirlwind of thoughts swept through his mind, questioning whether he still truly belonged among them.
Issei patiently waited until every member had left the room, leaving only Akeno and Rias behind. As he moved to exit, Rias called out to him, her voice soft yet carrying a sense of urgency.
"Issei, can we talk? Alone?" Rias' words hung in the air, and Issei halted. He turned to face her, noticing the subtle signal she gave Akeno, indicating her to leave.
Akeno respectfully bowed to Rias and Issei before quietly leaving the room. Issei, with a hint of impatience, cut straight to the point. "Get to the point swiftly. I have important matters to attend to."
Rias responded with a smile, attempting to ease the tension. "Ah, I must admit, it's been quite some time since we last caught up. How have you fared over the past week?"
"I've been alright," Issei replied curtly, sensing there was more to Rias' request.
"I'm delighted to hear that," Rias said, her tone gentle. Issei, ever wise, spoke his mind. "I have a hunch that your intention of seeking a one-on-one conversation wasn't solely to inquire about my well-being."
Rias hesitated momentarily, then confessed nervously, "I apologize for the delay." She continued, her gaze drifting towards her lap, "I am aware that Sirzechs has bestowed upon you the status of a 'free piece'."
"How'd you know?" Issei inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"After the trial, when Sirzechs and Grayfia whisked you away for a private discussion, I couldn't help but eavesdrop from the adjacent room. Your conversation intrigued me, and I was eager to catch every word exchanged."
Realizing his lack of awareness, Issei thought, "Is that so? I would've sensed if I was being observed unless Sirzechs set it up like a one-way glass; even now, my powers pale compared to his; I need to train more."
"And exactly how much of the conversation did you hear?" Issei asked, testing her knowledge.
Rias met his gaze, unwavering. "All of it."
"Do you grasp the rationale behind my decision to become a free piece?" Issei questioned, his tone firm.
"I do, but-" Rias began, but Issei cut her off sharply. "No excuses. I have other commitments that I must handle on my own."
"I understand," Rias replied, her voice tinged with regret. Issei knew that she had likely overheard his remarks about her and the teasing from Grayfia.
"And I also heard your confession-" Rias tried to say with a smile, but Issei interrupted firmly. "Don't push it. I'm being generous right now, but there's a limit."
Rias, her eyes welling with tears, stepped closer, reaching out to touch his face. "Please, I implore you, spare me from your animosity. It pains me deeply to witness the piercing glare of hatred directed towards me, especially from someone I hold dear. I would willingly endure the contempt of the entire world before enduring the weight of your disdain. These tears that cascade down my cheeks are a testament to the anguish within my heart."
"We'll see," Issei stated calmly, his tone icy and resolute. Rias withdrew her hand, wiping away her tears, and turned away, placing both hands on her desk.
"If our talk is done, can I leave?" Issei asked, his voice steady.
"Feel free," Rias replied in a shaky voice, her emotions raw and exposed, as Issei exited the room, leaving behind a tumultuous sea of unresolved feelings.
Stepping out of the room, Issei made his way toward the staircase, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the day's events. At the bottom, he found the rest of the club members waiting for him, their expressions mirroring the concern he had seen in Rias.
Sensing their intention to speak, Issei raised his hand, signalling his need to address them first. "It has been quite a demanding day, mentally speaking," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil. "Frankly, I don't have the energy to absorb everything you have to say in one go. It would be better if you approached me individually at another time."
A mixture of understanding and sorrow played on everyone's faces; they recognized the toll it had taken for Issei to return to the ORC. With silent nods of agreement, some departed the clubhouse, while others returned to the main room, leaving Issei to his thoughts.
A heavy sigh escaped Issei's lips as he watched his ex-friends disperse. Gathering his resolve, he turned away and left the clubhouse, seeking solace in solitude to process the complexities of his emotions.
X
The evening settled over the Hyoudou Residence as everyone gathered around the dinner table, the atmosphere tinged with worry. Rias, the concern evident in her eyes, voiced the collective apprehension, "Has Issei not arrived yet?"
Soft and timid, Asia replied, "No, he isn't." Her words hung in the air, carrying the weight of their shared unease.
Koneko, her expression displaying a mix of annoyance and suspicion, snorted, "Hmph, did Azazel bother to disclose his current residence? I highly doubt it."
Kiba added, his tone serious, "Negative. Furthermore, he remains silent concerning Issei."
Xenovia, her determination evident, asserted, "We must inquire with him to ensure thorough verification." The gravity of their situation pressed upon them as they contemplated Issei's absence, each of them silently hoping for his safety.
They scoured the vast residence, searching for Azazel, eventually discovering him in the underground training facility. Deeply engrossed in his work, Azazel was testing one of the weapons Issei had provided him, utilizing his Item Extraction power.
"Azazel," Rias called out, prompting him to turn around. Rias and her club stood behind him, their expressions etched with concern.
"What's up?" Azazel inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"It's Issei," Rias replied solemnly.
Azazel raised an eyebrow. "Ah, what about him?"
"We want to know where he is staying," Rias explained, her voice tinged with worry.
"Honestly, he never bothered to inform me," Azazel admitted. "But would it really surprise you that he's not keen on sticking around with all of you? After all, it's quite understandable, isn't it?" His words hung heavily in the air, causing them all to look down with a touch of disapproval.
"Cut the guy some slack, will ya?" Azazel continued, his tone softening. "He's giving it his best shot, even though he's still holding back a bit."
Akeno, her curiosity piqued, asked, "Oh my, what do you mean by that?"
Azazel hesitated momentarily before divulging, "Ah, you know, I probably should've spilled the beans earlier, but it seems Issei's been harbouring some serious frustration towards all of you. It was my doing, along with Michael's, that convinced him to rein it in when you guys had that little chat the day after the Rating Match. We were afraid of the aftermath if he let loose and said things that can't be unsaid."
The revelation left everyone wide-eyed, processing the depth of Issei's hidden emotions.
"He appeared rather impartial today, didn't he?" Irina remarked, trying to comprehend Issei's complex feelings.
"Heh, looks like he's got quite the talent for hiding it, doesn't he?" Azazel replied, acknowledging Issei's adeptness at concealing his emotions.
Rias pondered Azazel's words, lost in thought, "Today, he told me not to push it; I wonder if he was holding back his anger, not wanting to lash out at me when I brought up such a sensitive subject for him."
Sensing their unease, Azazel offered advice, "Let me give you a little advice, my friends. It would be wise not to provoke him too much. While I highly doubt he'll resort to physical harm, be prepared for a verbal onslaught like no other."
They all nodded, realizing the delicate ground they now tread around Issei, who seemed like a volatile landmine.
"When it comes to your initial concern, I've got just the gadget to make it happen," Azazel announced, grabbing their attention. "I've got this nifty little device that'll let us get in touch with him."
Excitement lit up their eyes, their curiosity about Issei's mysterious activities, which he divulged only to Azazel.
"But," Azazel added, his tone serious, "under one condition, my dear friends: keep thy silence. I dare say he would find little pleasure in hearing your voice amidst his current endeavours."
They all nodded eagerly, respecting Issei's need for space and secrecy.
Azazel produced the device that Issei had given him back in the time-dilated dimension, designed to establish contact with him. The others stared at it in awe, anticipation building in the room.
The device buzzed faintly before Issei's voice came through, filling the room with emotions and uncertainty.
Amid a heated battle, Issei's voice rang out, laden with determination and authority, punctuated by a grunt indicating physical exertion, "Hey, Azazel? What's up?"
The members of ORC exchanged worried glances as they heard his strained voice.
Azazel greeted Issei casually, "Hello, Issei. How was your return to the ORC?"
Issei's response was irritated: "It was rather awkward, I must admit."
Unaware of the discomfort they had caused Issei, the club members exchanged puzzled looks, their confusion evident.
Azazel's playful tone teased Issei, "Hehe, have you managed to mend things with your lover already? Or are you still tangled up in a web of romantic mischief?"
Rias blushed deeply at the mention of being Issei's lover.
Issei grunted in response, clearly exasperated, "I can't believe you're still persisting with that, huh?"
Azazel chuckled mischievously, "Oops, my apologies! I meant to say 'lovers' instead."
The other girls blushed, mirroring Rias's embarrassment.
Issei's voice grew gruff, his frustration evident, "I highly doubt you'll ever let this go, will you?"
Azazel grinned, unfazed, "Hehe, nope! Well well, the esteemed Occult Research Club is curious about your whereabouts. They're itching to find out where you'll be staying."
With a stern demeanour, Issei declared, "Currently, I have returned to my dimension, and I shall remain here henceforth."
The members of ORC felt a pang of sadness hearing Issei's decision. It felt like a significant part of their lives had been taken away.
Azazel probed further, "What's wrong with your own house?"
"My one in this dimension is much better," Issei grunted, defending his choice.
"Hahaha! Really now?" Azazel chuckled, "I must admit, I can't deny that statement. But you know what? Your atmosphere and weather – they're dreadfully gloomy all the time! And just for that, I'll have to respectfully disagree with you."
"I'm the one living here, not you," Issei retorted, sneering as he grunted.
Suddenly, a loud hiss echoed through the communication, startling everyone.
"Issei? What was that?" Azazel inquired, concerned.
"I'm having a boss battle right now," Issei grunted, his voice strained from exertion.
"Like, right this instant?" Azazel asked incredulously.
"Yeah," Issei confirmed with another grunt.
Rias's thoughts raced as she realized the reason behind Issei's unusual noises and speech.
"Hahaha! Seriously?" Azazel laughed mischievously, "I had a feeling those grunts were just your way of indulging in some perverted activities, you naughty devil!"
The girls blushed in embarrassment, their imaginations running wild.
"Ha-ha, very funny," Issei replied sarcastically.
Azazel pressed on, "So what are you fighting?"
"A giant spider," Issei replied, causing horror to fill the hearts of the ORC members.
"How giant? A mere size of a hand? A basketball, perhaps? Or-" Azazel started, only to be cut off abruptly.
"Its main body is roughly the size of a family van," Issei stated, sending shockwaves through the listeners.
"Issei is fighting such a monster?!" Rias's thoughts echoed in disbelief.
"That's absurd!" Akeno's thoughts chimed in.
"I could never have imagined encountering something so terrifying in my entire life," Asia thought, her fear palpable.
Azazel prodded, "You sound like you're having trouble."
"This bitch has a spidey sense; it keeps dodging all my attacks. It's annoying as shit!" Issei grunted, frustration evident in his voice. Another hissing sound reached their ears.
"I gotta go; it's spitting poison at me. Talk to you tomorrow," Issei said, his voice strained.
"Alright, bye," Azazel replied before cutting the communication.
In the wake of Issei's departure, Irina voiced her concern, "Issei is living all alone now?"
"It appears to be the case," Xenovia replied sombrely.
"Did we truly push him to such an extent? It pains me deeply that he no longer wishes to reside within the same premises as us," Asia lamented, her voice filled with regret.
Curiosity got the better of Kiba, "Hey, Azazel. I'm curious. Care to enlighten me on why you're the sole individual who has had the privilege of venturing into Issei's pocket dimension?"
"I'm pretty sure Michael also went a week ago," Azazel replied nonchalantly.
Koneko couldn't hide her frustration, "And how exactly is that supposed to improve our mood? Just enlighten me, please."
"Oh, my, when will we have the pleasure of glimpsing into his dimension?" Akeno chimed in with a hint of mischief.
"That's something only the rest of you can decide," Azazel replied cryptically, leaving them with the challenge of mending their relationship with Issei, as he had warned them.
Later, they all left the training facility, shared a meal, took showers, and retired to their respective rooms. The girls, yearning for Issei's presence, gathered in his room to sleep.
Rias's heart ached with longing, "Yet another day passes without him by my side."
They all lay in bed with heavy hearts, drifting off to sleep, their thoughts consumed by the absence of the one they cared for deeply.
X
Cuts to Issei before Azazel ended the call
Issei's voice crackled through the communication device, determination ringing clear, "I gotta go; it's spitting poison at me. Talk to you tomorrow."
"Alright, bye," Azazel replied before severing the connection.
Pocketing the device, Issei squared off with the snarling giant spider before him. With fierce intensity, he declared, "Listen well, you ugly bitch. Consider yourself fortunate, for you have succeeded in capturing my complete focus."
In response, the spider let out a shrill shriek, only to find Issei lunging at it with lightning speed. The creature leapt upwards as a shadow, narrowly evading Issei's attack.
[Ability Used: Gravity Manipulation: Gravity Creation]
[Ability Used: Energy Manipulation: Energy Creation]
"You fool. Your feeble attempts are nothing but empty gestures," Issei taunted. Employing his Gravity Manipulation, he slammed the spider back into the ground. Before it could retaliate, Issei swiftly moved back, conjuring energy spikes using his Energy Manipulation, intending to pierce the spider through.
To his surprise, the Giant Spider summoned smaller spiders about the size of a football underneath it. The energy spikes pierced through the smaller spiders, allowing the giant spider to land unscathed upon the corpses of its minions.
"Ahh, a clever bastard, are we? How amusing to witness such feeble attempts," Issei remarked, impressed by the spider's strategy.
[Ability Used: Gravity Manipulation: Gravity Creation]
Refusing to be outdone, Issei doubled down, channelling more of his Gravity Manipulation onto the spider. In a countermove, the spider sent a swarm of smaller spiders hurtling towards Issei. Now, Issei's attention was divided, focusing on the smaller spiders while the Giant Spider wriggled free from his trap.
BOOST
[Ability Used: Elemental Manipulation: Elemental Creation: Fire]
Amidst the chaos, Issei snapped his fingers on his left hand, igniting a chain reaction of fire and explosions amidst the swarm of spiders. With a confident declaration, he exclaimed, "Roy Mustang Style."
[Ability Used: Energy Manipulation: Energy Creation]
Though some spiders managed to evade the explosion, they leapt toward Issei. Unfazed, Issei conjured multiple energy swords by his side, launching them towards the oncoming arachnids, impaling them instantly.
A giant spider, more cunning than the rest, dodged Issei's initial attack. However, Issei, always a step ahead, teleported beneath the massive creature just as it leapt. Using his gauntlet, he uppercut the spider, soaring upwards until it collided with the cave roof. Determination etched on his face, Issei declared, "I'm not done."
Launching himself towards the trapped spider hanging from the cave ceiling, Issei executed a powerful high kick, propelling the creature even higher. With a loud crash, the spider smashed through the cave's roof, creating a skylight that connected the cave to the surface.
Driven by resolve, Issei chased after the spider as it vanished into the dark forest. Nighttime shrouded the area, making it difficult to pinpoint the spider's location; it could have been hiding in the dense canopy or moving deeper into the woods.
Based on his heightened senses, Issei sensed the spider's subtle movements around him. His thoughts raced as he analyzed the situation, "It's merely biding its time, hoping for a moment to strike at me. Or perhaps it schemes to lay cunning traps, seeking to ensnare me in its futile efforts."
Suddenly, a barrage of smaller spiders descended from the trees, charging at Issei. Unfaltering, he summoned a weapon from his arsenal, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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Blizzard Staff
Rarity: Rare
Classification: Bo Staff
Stats: 3 Strength, 6 Dexterity, 5 Agility, 2 Senses
Ability: Can produce icy winds, turn liquid into Ice and freeze anything it touches
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With a swift motion, Issei expertly twirled his staff, batting away the spiders that dared to challenge him. Each strike transformed them into frozen husks until none remained.
"Hmph, I grow weary of these trivial games," Issei scoffed, his voice laced with irritation.
[Ability Used: Elemental Manipulation: Elemental Creation: Fire]
His aura surged, igniting a ring of fire that expanded 200 meters in diameter. The fiery circle ascended, forming a protective wall around Issei. Smaller spiders caught within the blaze met their fiery demise, their shrill cries drowned out by the crackling flames.
[Ability Used: Elemental Manipulation: Elemental Configuration: Fire]
Issei conjured a singularity point, causing the firewall to twist and dance like a fiery tornado. Amidst the chaos, the Giant Spider found itself trapped at the pinnacle. Issei concentrated the flames, enclosing the spider within a searing sphere. The ball of fire compressed relentlessly, crushing the creature within.
Squeals and shrieks emanated from the confines of the fiery prison. "An obstinate fool, I see," Issei remarked, his tone unyielding.
Swift as the wind, Issei soared towards the airborne ball, levitating it above his finger before hurtling it towards the ground below. The impact unleashed a cataclysmic explosion, obliterating and reducing the entire forest to ashes. The once vibrant land lay flat, scarred by the devastating blast annihilating everything within its reach.
At last, the Giant Spider Boss ended, vanquished by Issei's relentless determination and power.
[Boss Defeated]
[Claim your Rewards]
[12 S.P.]
[20 A.P.]
[Ability Used: Item Extraction]
[Ability Used: Soul Binding]
Issei brushed off the recent encounter, his voice dripping with annoyance, "Tch, it wasn't a challenge; it was simply a bothersome inconvenience." With a casual flick, he directed his attention toward a lifeless spider's corpse. Two orbs emerged from the arachnid's body, hovering in the air.
"I already know what the first orb will be," Issei declared, his tone confident. The first orb zipped towards him, transforming into a giant spider. Utilizing his Soul-binding ability, Issei bound the spider's soul, making it his loyal servant.
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Colossal Spider
Rarity: Rare
Classification: Insect
Attribute: Earth, Dark
Stats:
Attack: 2300
Defense: 1200
Ability: A giant spider that can do whatever a normal spider can, but at a greater degree.
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"Now for the more interesting one," Issei remarked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The second orb flew towards him, crafted from the remains of the spider. It enveloped Issei's back, forming into an exoskeletal spine with eight arms protruding from it.
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Spider Arms
Rarity: Rare
Classification: Exoskeleton
Stats: 5 Sense, 10 Dexterity, -2 Agility
Ability: Adds eight additional arms to the user, which allows them to wield more items
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"Huh, looks like I can make these arms function to my will," Issei mused, his voice filled with intrigue. With a subtle mental command, he manipulated the additional limbs using a neural link.
"It seems like I can also make them hold items such as weapons and wield at most ten at a time. Nice," Issei observed, his satisfaction evident. The Spider Arms, linked to his neural network, acted as extensions of his body, responding to his every command.
As the dimension shifted back to its familiar state, revealing Issei's Dark Academia-esque castle and its surroundings, he sighed, acknowledging the exhaustion that weighed him down. "It's been a long day; I'm tired," he murmured.
In a swift motion, Issei teleported to the showers within his castle, cleansing himself of the day's grime. Afterwards, he collapsed onto his bed, his body craving rest. Within mere minutes, he succumbed to sleep, his face buried in the softness of his pillow, the events of the day fading away in the embrace of slumber.