The Fallen Dragon

by B0OZX1

A High School DD fanfiction, in which our Main Character Issei Hyoudou undergoes a traumatic experience that causes a change in his outlook on life and attitude in general. How will his peers respond to the new Issei? Will they appreciate his newfound maturity or fear his new persona? I don’t own High school Dxd by Ichiei Ishibumi Author By Y3 0wFev3r

12. Chapter 11

Remaining in the same area after Astrid was taken, Rossweisse and Issei grappled with the mystery of her whereabouts. Concern etched Rossweisse's features as she voiced her worry, her tone marked by determination and meticulousness. "Issei, I'm genuinely concerned about her whereabouts. This question might sound repetitive, but I can't help but wonder where they might have taken her."

His impatient, thinly veiled Issei asserted firmly, "I'm not sure," his response echoing with emphasis, hoping to convey the depth of his uncertainty.

Pacing around the half-destroyed hotel room, Issei's mind raced with possibilities. He turned to Rossweisse, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Rossweisse, how confident are you in dealing with those other Valkyries?" he inquired.

Rossweisse, her response earnest, replied, "Truly speaking, I find it difficult to imagine. They are all my seniors, boasting far more experience than my own. Their presence predates my existence, having been active long before I came into being."

Issei contemplated for a moment before proposing a plan. "How about this? I bring you into my pocket dimension, stretching time sufficiently for your recovery from your recent battle and also allowing ample time for me to train you in combat against the other Valkyrie?" he suggested.

In her usual meticulous manner, Rossweisse inquired, "For what duration shall you extend the dilation, and how much time do you intend to remain absent from this realm?"

Issei explained matter-of-factly, "We'll be absent from this realm for at least an hour. Presently, the dilation ratio is 1:320, signifying that an hour in this realm translates to 320 hours in the Dimension—equivalent to nearly two weeks in Dimensional time."

Rossweisse's eyes widened at the information, her dedication to detail shining through in her response. "It's quite evident that you're barely recognisable! Spending so much time there within just a single week!"

Issei, pragmatic as ever, explained, "Yeah, it's been around two years for me, mainly because I didn't really ramp up the dilation until the last couple of days."

Concerned about staying informed, Rossweisse asked, "How shall we remain informed about events transpiring out here?"

Suddenly, six red beings of energy materialised around Issei, their beast-like forms equipped with wings for flight. The sight filled Rossweisse with dread, prompting her to question in confusion, "Issei? What was that?"

--

Battle Wing

Rarity: Rare

Classification: Beasts

Attribute: Dark

Stats:

Attack: 1700

Defence: 1000

Ability: Capable of completely erasing their existence, perfect for stealth and espionage.

--

With a nonchalant response, Issei explained, "Just another one of my powers."

Rossweisse couldn't help but marvel at his capabilities, her thoughts racing with amazement. "Just how many powers does he have?!"

Undeterred, Issei directed his energy soldiers, "Hunt down Loki and his forces. Once you locate them, inform me promptly." The soldiers vanished, following Issei's orders without hesitation.

"Anyway, I dispatched them to track down Loki. They'll report to me if any developments arise in the next hour, although I'm sceptical. Let's proceed without delay," Issei declared, opening a portal to his Dimension. He gestured for Rossweisse to enter, and she did so, with Issei following closely behind.

Rossweisse gazed at the Dimension before her, her eyes widening with awe. Although she had caught a glimpse yesterday from inside Issei's bedroom, she observed the outside world this time. It stretched infinitely, a vast, flat land suspended in the depths of space. The once-empty void had transformed into a realm of essential infrastructure, exuding a dark academia aesthetic reminiscent of ancient eras. The sky remained ominously red, with a black sun hanging above. Towers and castles punctuated the landscape, while a deserted town, ghostly and abandoned, lay nearby. Beyond the town, a dense forest enveloped the entire area of castles and town.

"Woah, it looks like what most depictions of Hell look like," Rossweisse exclaimed, captivated by the surreal sight.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Come on," Issei replied, gesturing for Rossweisse to follow him toward the most prominent castle.

They entered the castle, and its interior took aback Rossweisse. It appeared modern, a stark contrast to the ancient facade outside. Issei led the way to a staircase that descended underground. Rossweisse couldn't help but note the enormity of the castle; it surpassed even the grandeur of the Hyoudou Residence and any other underworld dwelling she had seen before.

"Ahem, so do you reside on your own?" Rossweisse inquired, attempting to engage in conversation.

"Yeah," Issei replied simply.

"Why would a single individual require such an expansive dwelling?" she pressed, her curiosity piqued.

"Not sure, it just came to mind," Issei replied vaguely, keeping his answer cryptic.

They ventured further into the castle, reaching the Armory. Weapons adorned the walls, standing displays, crates, and tables. The room had two more doors aside from the entrance; Issei chose the left one, revealing a vast gym room.

"We'll train here," Issei declared, his determination evident. He activated his Boosted Gear and summoned Ascalon, tossing it to Rossweisse, who caught it with practised ease.

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Ascalon

Rarity: Legendary

Classification: Straight Sword

Stats: 15 Strength, 10 Dexterity

Ability: A Holy Sword imbued with Dragon-slaying power, allowing the user to harm dragon-typed beings. After being modified, Issei Hyoudou and other Devils could wield it despite being a Devil or a Devi-Dragon Hybrid. After being combined with the Boosted Gear, it became enormously more potent than before.

--

Issei's thoughts raced, recalling past encounters. "Even Michael was surprised when he saw that Ascalon didn't change when Ddraig got mutated," he mused.

"I remember Xenovia handed over a couple of the Excalibur fragments to you during the Rating Match against Sairaorg, correct? You ought to be quite acquainted with Holy Swords," Issei stated, his tone thoughtful.

"Yes, Issei, she did. However, are you absolutely certain that you wish for me to use it? I must express my reservations, as that particular item holds significance as a present from Archangel Michael," Rossweisse voiced her concern, her tone laced with care.

"It's alright. I have confidence in your ability to wield that sword. Furthermore, I'm granting you permission to access the other swords in the Armory if you're still not entirely at ease with this one," Issei assured her, his trust unwavering.

With their weapons in hand, they began their training, each strike resonating with determination in the vast, surreal expanse of Issei's Dimension.

--

Name: Rossweisse

Race: Reincarnated Devil/ Valkyrie

Affiliation: Underworld

Rank: Low-Class Devil

Relationship: Teacher

Type: Caster (Mage)

Stats:

Vitality: 30

Strength: 20

Agility: 40

Intelligence: 50

Senses: 40

Dexterity: 40

Luck: 20

Overall Power Level: 34

Abilities: Magic (Elemental, Defensive, Sealing, Teleportation, Summoning)

Gear: None

--

X

During their intense training session, Issei's sword clashed fiercely with Rossweisse's, their blades ringing out amid their conversation.

"Give me the lowdown on this Niflveig Syndicate," Issei demanded, his determination evident in his eyes.

Rossweisse, swift and precise, replied, "Summing it up succinctly, a faction of Valkyries turned renegade driven by their self-serving desires," she said, parrying Issei's strikes effortlessly.

Issei, recognising the gravity of the situation, remarked, "Seems like they're akin to the Fallen Angels of the Norse Pantheon," his sword deflecting Rossweisse's slash without hesitation.

"I guess so," Rossweisse admitted, dodging a downward slash with finesse, her focus unbroken.

As their blades clashed and danced, Issei asked, "Are they really following Loki?" He executed a horizontal swipe, testing Rossweisse's reflexes.

"They appear to be acting independently, though it's quite likely that Loki has enticed them with a favourable arrangement," Rossweisse responded calmly, skillfully evading Issei's swipe, her expertise shining through.

They continued their training and conversed throughout the day, each exchange honing their skills and deepening their understanding. Later, after their rigorous training session, Issei guided Rossweisse to a newly constructed bathroom area within his mastery of the Dimension. After her shower, he led her to the dining area, where they shared a meal; their bond was strengthened by both their words and actions.

With a hint of admiration, Rossweisse complimented Issei, "Indeed, Issei, your Ramen-making skills are truly remarkable."

He grinned playfully, firing back, "Thanks; maybe someday you can whip up one of those Norwegian dishes you're always boasting about."

Rossweisse, caught off guard by his remark, choked on her food, gasping for air. Issei swiftly moved beside her, patting her back gently to help her regain her composure.

"Thank you, Issei," she managed to utter in a weak tone of gratitude.

"It's fine," he reassured her, handing over a glass of water.

After finishing their dinner, they ascended the stairs to the bedroom area. Standing before two imposing double doors, Issei and Rossweisse paused. Suddenly, another set of double doors materialised down the hall, a room Issei had conjured for Rossweisse out of thin air.

"This is my room. If you need anything, you know where to find me. And that's your room," he explained, gesturing toward the other set of doors down the hall.

"Very well then, good evening," Rossweisse replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. In this peculiar Dimension, time seemed to lose its conventional meaning, the perpetual crimson sky and ever-present black sun obscuring any traditional sense of day or night.

Issei observed as Rossweisse made her way toward her designated room before he entered his own, the doors closing behind him with a soft, definitive click.

After spending hours wrestling with her thoughts, Rossweisse found herself unable to sleep in her unfamiliar surroundings, haunted by the peculiarity of the pocket dimension and the ache of leaving Astrid behind. Seeking solace, she recalled Issei's offer and, with a deep breath, made her way to his room.

Issei was still wide awake inside his room, engrossed in his computer screen. A hesitant series of knocks resonated through the room, catching Issei's attention.

Issei's thoughts swirled with surprise, "That's a new feeling," he mused, unaccustomed to having anyone knock on his door in the pocket dimension. Curiosity piqued, he approached the door and opened it, finding Rossweisse standing there.

"Rossweisse, what's up?" Issei inquired, his tone gentle.

Rossweisse met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of embarrassment and sincerity as she spoke, "Forgive me, Issei. I found my room a bit discomforting. Might I impose upon you to allow me to spend the evening within your room?"

A sigh escaped Issei's lips as he nodded, a sense of understanding passing between them. "Yeah, sure. My bed is more than big enough for the both of us," he replied, inviting her in.

As Issei ushered Rossweisse inside, she made her way to his bed, which proved colossal. The bed was cluttered with gadgets, books, and controllers, but Issei swiftly moved the items to his desk, clearing a space for them. Resigned to calling it a night, he joined Rossweisse in bed.

However, despite the ample space, they found themselves at opposite ends, separated by a considerable distance of at least 4 meters—a testament to the immense size of Issei's bed. In the dim room they settled in, each lost in their thoughts, finding an odd comfort in the shared silence.

Rossweisse, her mind clouded with thoughts of Astrid and the current situation, sought reassurance from Issei, her voice soft and filled with concern and contemplation.

"Issei, I'm grappling with mixed emotions about leaving Astrid behind," Rossweisse confided.

Issei, radiating confidence, responded, "I understand your perspective, but consider this: we've spent more than 10 hours in this dimension, yet in the actual world, only around 2 minutes have elapsed." His words carried a reassuring tone, attempting to ease her worries.

Rossweisse's eyes tensed up as she absorbed this revelation, contemplating the time distortion they were experiencing.

"Issei, I acknowledge your strength, yet I must remind you that confronting Loki is no trivial matter," Rossweisse interjected, her diligence and strategic concern evident in her inquiry. "In our past encounter, it required the combined forces of two peerages and even Vali's Khaos Brigade team to contain him. Do you possess the certainty that you can face him on your own?"

Issei, undeterred, assured her, "I'll be alright. He's definitely upped his game since last time. It makes me think he's either full of himself or just super confident in his power, not seeing us as a real threat to his plans. I might have to get serious when I face him next. On a different note, those Valkyries? They will expect you to be worn out from your last fight. But here's the thing, after you've rested up and trained hard for a couple of weeks, you'll catch them off guard," he stated confidently, offering a glimpse of his strategic thinking.

Encouraged by his words, Rossweisse managed a hopeful smile. She gathered her courage and asked, "Excuse me, may I inquire about something?"

"What is it?" Issei responded, receptive to her question.

Rossweisse, her voice tinged with nervousness, asked, "Your matches in the Rating Match, how come you went so far?"

Issei, his tone relatable, explained, "Truth be told, I've spent quite a bit of time in this place, and it's easy to overlook how vulnerable most people can be. My very first venture outside of this Dimension happened during the Rating Match. Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury to figure out just how much I should hold back." His words revealed a past struggle, connecting their experiences in a way that made Rossweisse feel a sense of camaraderie.

As the night wore on, exhaustion weighed down on Issei and Rossweisse, eventually lulling them into a deep slumber. Issei succumbed to sleep effortlessly, but Rossweisse remained restless, discomfort etched across her face. Unable to find peace, she turned over and gazed at Issei. Something within her stirred, and she scooted closer, instinctively seeking solace.

Feeling a presence, Issei stirred, blinking his eyes open to find Rossweisse beside him. He teased her with a playful grin, "What are you doing, you perv?" his tone light and teasing.

"Shut up! I just... Umm, back in my room in the Hyoudou residence, I had a pillow which I used to cling onto when I slept," Rossweisse explained, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Issei's smirk widened, his words dripping with mischief, "Oh? What else did you do with this pillow?"

"Nothing! That's all!" Rossweisse protested, her face turning a deeper shade of red.

"So, I'm guessing you want me to be this substitute for your pillow, huh?" Issei inquired, his tone casual.

"Yes! If you don't mind!" Rossweisse admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, as long as you don't do anything weird, I'm fine with it," Issei replied, closing his eyes in acceptance.

"I should be telling you that! You perv!" Rossweisse retorted, her lips forming a pout.

Issei sighed, dismissing her complaint, and gradually succumbed to sleep. As he drifted off, his thoughts wandered, "Her clinging to me while we sleep brings back memories of the times I used to share a bed with Rias and the rest."

Meanwhile, in the quiet recesses of her mind, Rossweisse reflected, "I've always wondered how it felt to be Rias and the others. But this time, it's with this new version of Issei and not the old one."

In the hush of the night, both Issei and Rossweisse found a fragile peace, embracing the warmth of slumber, their intertwined fates allowing them a momentary respite from the complexities of their world.

Issei was the first to wake up and saw Rossweisse sleeping as she clung to his side, with her left leg mounted over his body, her hands left hand on his torso and drooling on his chest.

As the morning sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Issei sighed and gently removed Rossweisse from his body, beginning his routine of intense cardio for 45 minutes. The thought weighed heavily on his mind, prompting him to voice his concern, "Perhaps I should let Azazel know about the current situation."

Returning to his room after his workout, Issei carefully placed a sticky note on Rossweisse's forehead. The message outlined his plan to visit Azazel, explaining that the trip would take only a few minutes in the real world but several hours in the Dimension. "Train on your own until I get back. Breakfast is in the kitchen, and you know where everything else is," he wrote, leaving clear instructions for her.

[Ability Used: Rift]

With determination etched on his face, Issei rifted to Kuoh, precisely into Azazel's office at Kuoh Academy. Azazel, taken aback, questioned him, "Issei? What are you doing here?"

Issei divulged the entire situation to Azazel, who attempted to contact Odin for more information. After reaching Odin, they learned that Loki might have severed Asgard from the rest of the world, trapping everyone inside. The gravity of Loki's power astonished them, reinforcing Issei's resolve to confront Loki head-on. Odin, acknowledging Issei's courage, bestowed his blessing, convinced that Issei and Rossweisse were the best hope against Loki and the Niflveig Syndicate. Their conversation ended, and Azazel and Issei continued discussing the situation in depth.

Laced with amusement, Azazel remarked, "It's been barely a few hours since you last contacted me, and so much has already happened."

Equally surprised, Issei replied, "Yeah, even I was taken aback."

Unable to resist teasing, Azazel inquired, "So you slept with Rossweisse, huh?"

[Ability Used: Rift]

Issei clicked his tongue in annoyance before rifting back to his Dimension. Unbeknownst to him, Azazel, wearing a mischievous smirk, mused to himself, "I wonder how Rias would react if I told her that Rossweisse and Issei will be spending the next two weeks sleeping in the same bed, albeit in a time-dilated dimension."

Upon his return to the Dimension, Issei was met with the harsh reality that nearly a whole day had passed. "Man, I really miscalculated that," he muttered, realising he had forgotten about the activated time dilation, leaving Rossweisse alone for the entire day.

He joins Rossweisse, who is sleeping in his bed; when he does, she clings onto him and puts her leg over his body. Issei then falls asleep.

As dawn broke, Issei and Rossweisse woke simultaneously. Issei apologised to Rossweisse, regretfully for not being present the previous day. Despite his absence, he expressed his joy at witnessing her newfound independence. Rossweisse, understanding the situation, shared her initial worries before comprehending the effects of time dilation.

Their routine continued throughout the week: shared meals, rigorous training, and restful nights. Amidst one of their training sessions, Issei broached a topic of curiosity.

"Have you experimented with combining your magic?" he inquired, his interest piqued.

Rossweisse nodded affirmatively, her response casual, "Yeah, I do it all the time."

Issei clarified his query, "No, I'm not talking about using them all at once. What I mean is taking two or more magic types and merging them into a single entity."

Rossweisse, her focus unwavering, replied, "No, I've diligently tried it on my own since it wasn't part of any instruction. Such a method was never within the realm of consideration."

"Let me make this clear. The procedure goes by the name of amalgamation," he said.

[Ability Used: Elemental Manipulation: Elemental Creation: Light and Dark]

Issei decided to demonstrate, holding out his hands. In his left hand, he conjured darkness, while in his right, he generated light. Rossweisse's eyes widened in astonishment as she watched.

"I'm capable of doing this due to my Elemental Manipulation powers. It's as it sounds; I can manipulate various elements," Issei explained. With a skilled gesture, he combined the elements, creating something entirely new - Twilight. The energy ball displayed a mesmerising dance between black and white, symbolising the harmony between dark and light.

"Woah," Rossweisse exclaimed, her amazement evident.

Issei elucidated, "This is the result of merging, crafting something novel by combining two or more concepts." With a wave of his hand, the Twilight energy dissipated.

"Let's merge some of your magic attributes into a fresh form of magic," Issei proposed confidently.

"Okay!" Rossweisse replied, her voice determined, ready to explore this uncharted territory under Issei's guidance.

Over the following week, their training continued, but the dynamics between Issei and Rossweisse took a peculiar turn. Rossweisse began to exhibit daring behaviour, subtly exploring Issei's sleeping form, her touch skirting the edges of his adolescent, hormonally charged body, all while they slept. In her dreams, she ventured into realms as varied as driving a car, using a handbrake, or being transported to the Harry Potter universe, riding a flying broomstick.

One morning, as they woke up, Issei's shirt had slipped off slightly, revealing the dragon mark on the left side of his body. Rossweisse's eyes were immediately drawn to the emblem on his neck.

"Issei, when did you acquire that tattoo?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on his physique's distinctive mark.

"It's quite astonishing it took you this long to notice. This isn't merely a tattoo; it's more of a distinctive mark. I acquired it during the process of reuniting Ddraig with my body after he had been severed," Issei explained calmly.

"Oh, I see. I presume your choice of high-collar clothing is intended to conceal it?" Rossweisse asked, her keen observation revealing her analytical and perceptive nature.

"Yeah, pretty much. Can you not tell anyone about this?" Issei requested.

"When you mean anyone, you mean the ORC?" she clarified.

"Yeah, it'd be bothersome to try and explain this to them," he elaborated.

"But you explained it well just now?" she questioned.

"I know, but you're more understanding, unlike those brats. It's easier to explain things to someone who's more intelligent than someone who runs on emotions," Issei stated, causing Rossweisse's cheeks to turn slightly red from the unexpected compliment.

"Besides, now you have something on me," Issei continued with a mischievous smirk.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her confusion evident.

"Don't you remember? That one time on our trip to Kyoto?" he teased, reminding her of the incident when he had used a Dress Break on her, leaving her clothes in tatters and Issei witnessing her completely naked. Flushed with embarrassment, Rossweisse threw a pillow at Issei's face.

"Why did you remind me of that, you perv?!" she exclaimed, her face crimson.

"You know, if you like my pillows enough, I'll let you take one back to your room and do whatever you want to it," he said playfully, grabbing the thrown pillow.

"Issei! Stop!" she shouted in embarrassment, throwing another pillow in his direction.

After their playful exchange, they resumed their training. Finally, the awaited day arrived, and both of them left the Dimension. Returning to their destroyed hotel room, they realised an hour had passed.

"You ready?" Issei asked anticipation in his voice.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Rossweisse replied, determination shining in her eyes.

Issei takes a look at Rossweisse's stats too see how much she had progessed

--

Name: Rossweisse

Race: Reincarnated Devil/ Valkyrie

Affiliation: Underworld

Rank: Low-Class Devil

Relationship: Teacher

Type: Caster (Mage)

Stats:

Vitality: 42

Strength: 28

Agility: 56

Intelligence: 70

Senses: 58

Dexterity: 54

Luck: 28

Overall Power Level: 48

Abilities: Magic (Elemental, Defensive, Sealing, Teleportation, Summoning), Issei Hyoudou Original Techniques

Gear: None

--

To say the least he was happy with her progression

X

Issei and Rossweisse continued their preparations for the impending battle, standing alone without any backup or forces by their side. Rossweisse was adorned in her Valkyrie Armor, symbolising her readiness for the fight. At the same time, Issei wore a simple black and grey tracksuit, a stark contrast to the armour-clad warrior next to him.

Rossweisse, her tone meticulous, inquired, "Issei, are you truly planning to don that attire for the impending battle? It might be judicious to consider adorning yourself in the form of protective armour, given the circumstances."

Issei responded with unwavering confidence, "I have my Scale Mail, remember?" His words carried an assurance that echoed through the air.

"Indeed, it nearly slipped my mind, considering how rarely that's utilised these days," Rossweisse replied, her voice laced with apprehension and determination. Her concern for Issei's safety was evident beneath her composed demeanour.

Moments later, Issei received crucial information about Loki and the Niflveig Syndicate's whereabouts. "I found them. They're on Godøya Island in Alesund," he reported, his voice firm and commanding.

Rossweisse, her confusion apparent, asked, "They went up North?"

"Yeah, let's go," Issei commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

As they soared towards Godøya Island, Rossweisse couldn't help but express her curiosity. "I must inquire: how do you achieve flight? Your Devil Wings remain unused, and your method differs from Vali's dragon-like winged flight," she questioned, her brow furrowing inquisitively.

"I don't know. I just think of it, and I fly?" Issei replied, his response tinged with confusion, leaving Rossweisse raising her eyebrows in surprise.

During their flight, Rossweisse turned serious, reminding Issei of their strategy. "Have you retained the information I previously shared regarding the members of the Niflheim Syndicate and their respective abilities?" she inquired, her tone grave.

"Indeed," Issei affirmed, recalling the details she had provided. He proceeded to recount, "Helskja stands out with her silver hair. She wields the eerie ability to reanimate corpses into obedient zombies. Mørkveig, on the other hand, has black hair, manipulating illusions with finesse. As for Svartalda, the second silver-haired figure, she commands the very essence of darkness itself."

Rossweisse determined their plan, "I shall confront Svartalda directly, and given your notable resistance to Mørkveig's illusions, it would be fitting for you to engage her. Following our individual efforts, a collaborative endeavour seems prudent to overcome the challenge Helskja poses, as she appears to present the greatest potential for difficulty."

Issei absorbed her words and added his strategy, "I'll then take on Loki, with you providing support."

"Having honed my strength, I still find myself questioning whether I possess the might to confront a Deity head-on. Thus, I shall opt to step back, offering my assistance from a distance with my proficient ranged support," Rossweisse explained, her resolve evident in her voice.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted when Issei sensed an incoming attack. Swiftly, he moved towards Rossweisse, grabbing her, and teleported a short distance away, narrowly evading the imminent danger.

Confusion clouded Rossweisse's eyes as she questioned, "What happened?"

Issei, his gaze fixed on the figures hovering in the sky, responded with a steely determination, "Them." He pointed towards the ominous beings, Mørkveig and Svartalda, their silhouettes imposing against the backdrop of the heavens.

Mørkveig's voice, laced with mockery, taunted, "Well, well, well. Isn't it the servant girl and her hunk?"

Svartalda, her tone measured and determined, said, "Well, Mørkveig, you wanted to avenge our sisters in arms. This is your chance."

Mørkveig's sadistic smile grew wider as she asked, "Hey, which of you killed Vindranna?"

Issei's response was laced with arrogance as he admitted, "That would be yours truly." His words dripped with confidence, unyielding in the face of their wrath.

Angrily, Mørkveig screamed, "She was my best friend, and you killed her!"

Issei's smirk remained intact as he retorted, revelling in his brutality, "If your blood's boiling over that, allow me to enlighten you. She departed in quite the sorry state, for I relished grinding her skull into the earth till it finally gave way."

Fuelled by her rage, Mørkveig charged at Issei with incredible speed, her fury propelling her forward like a relentless storm.

In a swift, strategic move, Issei whispered to Rossweisse, his voice low but persistent, "Rossweisse, I'll leave the other one to you." With those words hanging in the air, he engaged Mørkveig, their clash sending shockwaves through the battleground. "I'll fucking kill you! Torture you! Rip you apart!" Mørkveig shouts in rage before Issei throws her off himself and to the side.

Inside his mind, Issei calculated his every move, confident in his ability to maintain the necessary distance between the two battles, ensuring no interference between Rossweisse's struggle and his own.

Amidst the battle, the surroundings transformed into a desolate, withered battlefield resulting from Mørkveig's illusionary prowess.

--

Name: Mørkveig

Race: Valkyrie

Affiliation: Loki

Rank: High Ranking Valkyrie

Relationship: Enemy

Type: Support (Enchanter)

Stats:

Vitality: 40

Strength: 25

Agility: 47

Intelligence: 65

Senses: 59

Dexterity: 44

Luck: 27

Overall Power Level: 43

Abilities: Magic (Illusions)

Gear: None

--

"You're young and dumb; as powerful as you are, what makes you think you can take on someone who is older than your ancestors?" she growled menacingly. "I've seen the rise and the fall of Empires, Kingdoms, Races, and more. You are way out of your league, kid!"

Inside his mind, Issei reflected, "I'm glad I took those weeks to rest a bit. I doubt I've been in the right headspace from using Speed Thinking twice in one day."

"Why's this battlefield lookin' like this?" Issei questioned, his interest piqued, eyes scanning the illusions crafted by Mørkveig.

"I'm glad you asked. This place was where I met Vindranna. She and I fought like warriors of the Norse; the destruction you see everywhere is the result of our fight," Mørkveig explained passionately. "I think it's only right to kill her killer where I first met her, even if it's an illusion. But someone like you doesn't deserve to know that special place!"

The Dimension shifted again; this time, monstrous creatures of all shapes and sizes appeared beside her, ready to attack. They charged towards Issei, a chaotic mass of tumbling, fighting forms, their unpredictable movements amplified by the illusions.

Issei analysed the situation, recognising the optical and auditory nature of Mørkveig's illusions. "Hard to believe these creatures here pose any real threat. Seems she's counting on those illusions to catch me off guard, aiming for a surprise attack," he thought to himself. "I can't shake the feeling that the person I'm facing isn't really her, either. She's either masquerading as one of these creatures or using illusions to cloak herself."

His instincts kicked in, guiding his decisions. "The first option is a reckless assault, hoping to land a hit amidst her illusions. But that might play into her hands, potentially hitting Rossweisse accidentally. How did I manage to see through her illusions last time? Gut feeling," he mused.

Taking a calculated risk, Issei allowed the illusory creatures to engulf him. At the last second, he teleported behind the horde, unknowingly evading a sword swipe that would have struck him had he stayed in place. The illusions masked the swipe sound, but Issei's keen sense of smell picked up Mørkveig's scent.

"Caught her scent; this will help a bit," Issei thought, his confidence bolstered.

"A cautious one, aren't you?" Mørkveig taunted. "Well, you're just delaying the inevitable! Just die already!" Her voice echoed from all directions, a testament to her mastery over manipulating sounds.

Issei swiftly maneuvered, narrowly evading a barrage of elemental magic—ice and lightning—sent his way. Mørkveig, however, had anticipated his dodge, waiting for him to move before launching her attack. Thanks to Issei's keen sense of smell, he managed to sidestep the assault, but not entirely unscathed; he was nicked slightly, and his blood splattered onto Mørkveig's sword.

"Good! Now we're getting somewhere," Mørkveig exclaimed, satisfaction evident in her voice.

Yet, Issei turned the situation to his advantage. His blood on the sword enabled him to discern Mørkveig's movements and predict the sword's trajectory.

"Now it'll be much easier," Issei thought, confidence filling his mind.

Undeterred, Mørkveig conjured another illusion—an army of Rogue Valkyries rushing toward Issei.

"Die!" she shouted, her voice laced with determination.

Once more, Issei deftly evaded the initial onslaught. Mørkveig swiftly moved in for a follow-up attack, only for Issei to dodge again. Frustration bubbled within Mørkveig.

"Perceptive brat!" she gritted her teeth in annoyance.

Undeterred, she launched a second follow-up strike, but this time, Issei caught the sword in his bare hand.

"What?! How?!" Mørkveig cried out in confusion.

A sly smirk crept onto Issei's face. "Predictable, as always," he taunted her.

Mørkveig struggled to wrench the sword from Issei's grip, her protests falling on deaf ears. Issei, undeterred, charged a handful of static energy with his free hand, transforming it into crackling lightning. Mørkveig's eyes widened in terror as she realised her peril.

"No! Wait!" she cried out desperately, but it was too late.

Before she can make any more protest, Issei thrusts the handful of lightning into Mørkveig's face, completely frying and sizzling her face. Her screams of pain could be heard until they couldn't, but before she was completely silent, the pitch of her voice fluctuated from the lightning. Her body goes limp, and she lets go of the sword she was holding onto before she falls out from the sky into the ground of Godøya Island.

The surroundings reverted to their normal state, the chaos of battle fading into the background. Issei's attention shifted to Rossweisse, who had just concluded her intense fight with Svartalda, the latter now descending onto Godøya Island.

Concern etched on her face, Rossweisse called out to Issei, "Issei! Are you alright?"

A reassuring smile played on Issei's lips as he responded, "Yeah, I'm fine."

A sigh escaped Rossweisse's lips as she admitted, "Svartalda was a bit harder than I thought."

In a shocking turn of events, Issei's demeanour shifted abruptly. Without warning, he thrust Mørkveig's sword into Rossweisse's abdomen, causing her mouth to spill blood. Gasping for air, Rossweisse weakly inquired, "Issei. Why?"

Leaning in close, Issei whispered into her ear, his tone dripping with amusement, "Right from the beginning of this little scuffle, I deduced that your fancy tricks are nothing more than visual and auditory illusions. Your magic conveniently sidesteps the rest of the senses, like scent, for instance. The real Rossweisse carries a distinct aroma – a blend of fragrances, with Mint for the Top Note, White Lily for the Heart Note, and Vanilla anchoring it all as the Base Note. You, my friend, seem to have only captured that elusive Heart Note, leaving the rest to wander off on their own whims." His smirk reflected his amusement, starkly contrasting the betrayal etched on Rossweisse's face.

In a swift and unexpected twist, the figure before Issei transformed, the image of Rossweisse melting away to reveal Mørkveig. She was very much alive; the body Issei had attacked was nothing more than an illusion. Mørkveig had feigned her demise, layering illusions upon illusions to deceive him. Unbeknownst to her, Issei had already discerned the weakness in her magic, proving too intuitive for her elaborate ruse.

The illusions stacked upon each other unravelled, leaving Mørkveig exposed. Issei yanked the sword from her body, crimson blood gushing from the wound on both sides. With a grim determination, he pulled the blade free, causing her to stagger backward. In a final desperate attempt, Mørkveig reached out to grab Issei, but he swiftly swiped the sword, severing the arm that dared to touch him. Tears welled in her eyes, tracing paths down her face.

"You're destined for a wretched demise," Issei declared icily, his voice cutting through the air. "Consider it the penalty for attempting to deceive us with that counterfeit Astrid, absconding with her and masquerading as Rossweisse. My intuition isn't even necessary to discern your pitiful existence when juxtaposed with hers."

Mørkveig fell backward, and Issei, his grip firm on the sword, hurled it at her. The blade found its mark, skewering her body. In her dying moments, Mørkveig's thoughts turned to her liege and her best friend, Vindranna. Regret clouded her thoughts as she contemplated her failures, promising vengeance that she would never fulfil.

Issei stood there, his eyes fixed on her falling form. Ddraig, always wise, remarked, "Oi, partner, I sensed a hint of hesitation before you plunged that blade."

"It was nothing, Ddraig," Issei replied, his voice steady. "Just that she wore Rossweisse's face; it threw me off momentarily."

A distant explosion and a scream of pain diverted their attention. Issei turned to witness the outcome of Rossweisse and Svartalda's battle. In the distance, Svartalda succumbed to a consuming explosion, meeting her end.

"Looks like Rossweisse finished up on her end as well," Issei stated, pride lacing his voice as an amused smile played on his lips.

X

Rossweisse and Svartalda fight

Mørkveig surged forward, her movements fueled by bloodlust and rage, closing the distance between her and Issei with frightening speed.

Issei, barely above a whisper, instructed Rossweisse, "Rossweisse, I'll leave the other one to you," just before Mørkveig tackled him, sending him stumbling backward.

Worry etched across her face, Rossweisse turned her attention to Svartalda, who commented disdainfully, "Hmpf, you pick them well. Putting distance between us so that our battle doesn't overlap with one another."

Undeterred, Rossweisse swiftly engaged Svartalda, her tactics honed through training with Issei. With precision, she attacked Svartalda using Ascalon. Svartalda countered the assault with her Darkness magic, the clash of powers crackling in the air.

Rossweisse's mind worked strategically during the battle, pondering, "I've diligently practised alongside Issei to counter the complexities of Darkness Magic, though I hold reservations whether Svartalda's expertise surpasses Issei's. Nonetheless, prudence shall guide my actions."

Svartalda, mocking, taunted Rossweisse, "Well, aren't you feisty?" before launching a barrage of dark shards. Rossweisse skillfully countered with her light magic, erecting a shimmering barrier that deflected the onslaught.

Undeterred by Svartalda's taunts, Rossweisse went on the offensive. She unleashed a barrage of light and fire, overwhelming Svartalda's defences. Frustrated, Svartalda gritted her teeth, exclaiming, "Tsk, how have you gotten stronger in such a short time? You barely beat Nilfbryan, and yet you can touch me?!"

With determination in her eyes, Svartalda unleashed a concentrated beam of darkness. Rossweisse recalled Issei's advice: "Keep in mind, all forms of darkness move at a slow pace; exploit that to your advantage."

Nodding in understanding, Rossweisse skillfully dodged the tracking beam, her agility allowing her to maintain a safe distance. Observing Svartalda holding the beam steady, Rossweisse analysed the situation, realising, "She needs to sustain the beam in order for it to track me; makes sense." With newfound knowledge, she continued the battle, she resolve unwavering in the face of darkness.

In a flash of determination, Rossweisse summoned the power of Thunder Magic, sending crackling bolts of energy hurtling toward Svartalda. Reacting swiftly, Svartalda was forced to release her powerful beam to intercept the attack. However, with its volatile nature, the Thunder Magic shattered Svartalda's defence, pushing her back.

Seizing the opportunity, Rossweisse charged forward, her blade slicing through the air precisely. In a swift, calculated motion, she cleaved across Svartalda's torso, leaving a clean cut that ran from her lower right side to her upper left. Svartalda's response was a guttural cry of pain echoing through the air.

Desperate and fueled by agony, Svartalda attempted to conjure dark magic with her right hand. Rossweisse, ever vigilant, spotted the dark energy forming and acted decisively. With a swift strike, she amputated Svartalda's arm at the shoulder, eliciting a scream of agony from her opponent. Amid her pain, Svartalda found a moment of respite, using it to deliver a powerful front kick that sent Rossweisse tumbling backward, creating distance between them.

Svartalda managed a desperate front kick in her anguish, forcing Rossweisse to retreat for distance. Tears welled in Svartalda's eyes as she clutched her injured shoulder, her voice laced with fury and agony. "You! You! You lowly bitch!"

During the chaos, Svartalda's screams grew even more intense. Another, crafted entirely from darkness, emerged from her amputated arm, casting an eerie aura surrounding her. The darkness swirled around her, wisps of shadow emanating from her new appendage. Rossweisse locked eyes with Svartalda, only to find them completely blackened. A deep sense of dread washed over her, setting off an instinctual alarm within her body.

"After I kill you, I'm going to kill your boyfriend! Then I'll watch that girl cry and scream as Master Loki drags Midgardsomr from her pathetic little body!" Svartalda's words were laced with madness, foam spewing from her mouth.

Rossweisse clenched the handle of Ascalon tightly, her anger fueled by Svartalda's cruel intentions towards Astrid.

Svartalda wasted no time, unleashing a torrent of darkness magic towards Rossweisse. This time, the darkness moved with incredible speed, leaving Rossweisse with scarce seconds to react. She managed to dodge the initial attack, but Svartalda swiftly swiped her new arm, transforming the dark blast into a rigid pillar that swung menacingly in Rossweisse's direction.

Thinking on her feet, Rossweisse summoned Full Furst, channelling a multitude of elemental magic towards Svartalda. The Darkness magic swallowed Rossweisse's magic and completely nullified it.

Svartalda's chilling cry reverberated through the air, "Die!" Her voice carried the weight of malice as darkness surged, engulfing Rossweisse. In an instant, Rossweisse was consumed by the abyss, where every trace of light vanished, leaving her in utter darkness. Her desperate calls and screams echoed into nothingness, swallowed by the void around her. It was as if she had been cast into an endless abyss, her voice and presence lost in the boundless expanse of nothingness.

Small Flashback to Rossweisse being trained by Issei

Having successfully cast a new magic technique that Issei had helped her develop, Rossweisse's breath was slightly laboured from the exertion as she inquired, "May I inquire about my performance?"

His confidence unwavering, Issei replied, "Your potential is truly remarkable, surpassing even that of Akeno and Rias."

"What?! Truly?!" Rossweisse exclaimed, her expression puzzled, brows furrowing in genuine bewilderment.

"Yeah, I'm being serious," Issei confirmed, his tone steady and assured.

"They possess a formidable magical advantage over me," Rossweisse asserted with a severe tone, her doubts evident.

"That's a valid point, but your mastery of magic clearly outshines theirs. In fact, I believe they heavily rely on their individual magic abilities — Holy Lightning and Power of Destruction. Knowing your potential, I'm confident that if you possessed such magic, surpassing them would be a mere stride," Issei stated, his words carrying genuine conviction.

Rossweisse, touched by his words, couldn't help but give a smile of appreciation, recognising his belief in her abilities.

Flashback End

In the boundless darkness, Rossweisse floated, her resolve unyielding despite the dire circumstances.

"Issei, I shall ensure the accuracy of your words," she affirmed with unwavering determination, her commitment resonating in her voice. She conjured two intricate magic circles with precision and purpose—one ablaze with fiery energy, the other crackling with lightning. Combining fire and lightning magic, she forged plasma, its raw power expanding until it detonated, shattering the dome where Svartalda had trapped her. As the dome burst into blinding light, Rossweisse emerged, breathing heavily but triumphant.

Svartalda, her face twisted in shock and worry, stammered, "How? How did you do that? What magic is that?"

Wordless, Rossweisse unleashed a plasma bolt, forcing Svartalda to skid back. Unyielding, Rossweisse cast another spell, melding her Explosive and Thunder Magic to create a Concussive Blast, which sent Svartalda sprawling backward.

"You're combining magic to create new ones?!" Svartalda screamed in horror, her bones rattling from the shockwave.

Inside her mind, Rossweisse acknowledged Issei's virtues, her gratitude a silent tribute to his exceptional intellect and qualities.

Svartalda, desperate to shield herself, encased her body in darkness, hoping to repel Rossweisse's onslaught. Undeterred, Rossweisse merged her Fire and Light Magic, crafting Radiant Blaze. The attack sliced through the dark screen, incinerating everything in its path. The flames engulfed Svartalda, who let out a piercing scream, her body ablaze. Despite her agony, Svartalda fought back, shrouding herself in darkness to quell the inferno. She stood there, breathing heavily, her body scorched and burned. Yet, the damage was far worse internally; she was blinded, her organs ignited by the light-infused flames.

"I'll... kill... you," Svartalda managed to utter, her voice strained, before the darkness within her expanded, filling the space like a suffocating room.

Rossweisse observed the chaos calmly, her mind drifting back to a conversation she had shared with Issei during their training. This memory fueled her determination in this relentless battle.

Small Flash Back

Issei looked at Rossweisse with a thoughtful expression, his words laden with curiosity. "You know, that talk about you using Power of Destruction got me thinking," he said, his tone contemplative.

Rossweisse, intrigued by his statement, questioned, "Yeah? What is it?" Her confusion was evident in her voice.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Issei continued, "Based on what you have shown me with amalgamation, you've been using only two different types of magic."

Rossweisse nodded, gesturing for him to elaborate. "Okay?" she said, encouraging him to continue.

A sly smile played on Issei's lips as he revealed his plan, his voice taking on a devious tone. "Let's skip a step. Let's just go to 4 instead of 3," he suggested his words hanging in the air, leaving Rossweisse's eyes wide with astonishment at his audacious proposal.

Flash Back Ends

Rossweisse meticulously cast four intricate magic circles, each representing different elements: Lightning, Explosive, Fire, and Thunder. With a precise combination, these elements merged, giving birth to a potent force – Nuclear Energy.

Amid her spellcasting, Rossweisse's mind churned with thoughts of consequence. "Issei, remember, this plan was hatched under your suggestion," she mused internally. "So, if Rias happens to be displeased with my attempt to mimic her family's magic, and I need a scapegoat, I won't hesitate to divert the blame onto you." Her lips curled into a soft chuckle, the anticipation of her actions evident.

From the culmination of her magical prowess, a sphere the size of a tennis ball materialised. With precision, she directed the orb toward Svartalda. Upon contact with Svartalda's dark aura, the ball detonated, unleashing a blinding thermal explosion. The brilliance of the blast consumed Svartalda and her room-sized Darkness aura entirely.

There was no cry of pain, no reaction, and no awareness of the cataclysmic event that had just occurred. In the blink of an eye, Svartalda met her fate – no final thoughts, no dying words. Nothing. Her existence was erased without a trace; nobody remained to mark her passing.

Rossweisse gasped for air, her breaths heavy and laboured from the intense strain of the 4-way amalgamation cast. She teetered on the edge of exhaustion, her body nearly giving out beneath her. Just as she was about to succumb to fatigue and plummet from the sky, Issei swiftly grasped her waist, steadying her mid-air. She looked up, meeting Issei's smiling gaze.

"So, you finally went nuclear, huh?" Issei teased, his voice playful yet appreciative.

"Yes, yes, I did. All thanks to you," Rossweisse replied, a grateful smile tugging at her lips.

"Now that you've done that, remember what I said you had to say when you finally did it?" Issei's tone turned devious, a smirk playing on his lips.

"No, Issei! I won't say it!" Rossweisse protested, defiance in her eyes.

"Oh, you won't?" Issei mocked, his voice laced with amusement.

"Yes!" Rossweisse cried out, her determination unyielding.

"Hmpf, fine. I guess I'll tell Azazel and Odin about your pillow fetish," Issei teased, the threat hanging in the air.

"You wouldn't!" Rossweisse's eyes widened in horror.

"Then say it," Issei commanded, his tone firm.

"Argh! Fine!" Rossweisse relented; frustration was evident in her voice.

Issei leaned in closer, prompting Rossweisse to utter the words he desired, her tone monotone, "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

Issei burst into laughter at Rossweisse's deadpan delivery, thoroughly amused by her response.

"Hey! Stop laughing!" she cried, protests falling on deaf ears.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. Dr. Rossenheimer," Issei teased, earning a playful punch to his chest from Rossweisse.

"Come on! We still need to fight Helskja," she protested, her determination reigniting despite her exhaustion.

"Fine, you're still tired from using that technique, aren't you? No matter, I'll just use the transfer to revitalise you," Issei reassured her, his voice filled with confidence.

With Ddraig boosting his power, Issei began to descend toward the Island, determined to transfer his energy to rejuvenate Rossweisse for the upcoming battle.

TRANSFER

After transferring the accumulated power upon their arrival at the Island, Rossweisse inquired, "How fared your skirmish against Mørkveig?"

Issei responded with palpable frustration, "Her arrogance and excessive confidence were quite irritating, and it was clear that these traits influenced her unrealistic perceptions. Dealing with her was akin to attempting to catch a fly."

With a cheerful tone, Rossweisse remarked, "Oh, well, at least we have two more people to fight."

The atmosphere shifted abruptly when Rossweisse conveyed urgent news, her voice carrying intense gravity, "Issei, it appears Svartalda has conveyed that Loki intends to extract Midgardsormr from Astrid."

Issei's anger flared, his words seething through gritted teeth, "Shit! So, my assumption was right. Just like Raynare did to Asia."

Issei conversed with Ddraig inside his mind, skillfully connecting the dots between Loki and Raynare, "Isn't it rather ironic, Ddraig? Just as I regain my freedom, the initial obstacle I encounter happens to be a familiar adversary from my past – the very individual who once brought me to the brink of demise. And now, they harbour intentions of harnessing the potential of an unsuspecting young girl whom I've recently encountered."

Ddraig's reassuring voice echoed in his thoughts, "Aye, partner, just as before, you'll emerge triumphant once more. This time 'round, it's a you who's grown wiser and mightier. I wager the lass won't face the same plight as the nun did."

Issei's voice, laden with resignation, replied, "Whether I am a slave to another or on my own, history likes to repeat itself through me."

Trying to push past his weariness, Issei addressed Rossweisse, albeit with a slip-up, "Come on, Rossweisse, we need to finish this and save Asia; I mean Astrid."

Concern crept into Rossweisse's voice as she swiftly caught onto the slip-up, "Issei, are you well?"

Issei replied wearily, "Yeah, just got a weird feeling of deja vu."

Suddenly, Issei's senses jolted, alerting him to Loki and Astrid's presence at the top of the highest mountain. Helskja stood guard at the bottom.

"Loki and Astrid are at the top of the mountain, and Helskja is standing at the bottom, most likely as a guard," Issei informed Rossweisse.

"Very well, we should proceed," Rossweisse responded, her tone reflecting her serious and determined nature. Together, they moved toward the looming mountain, ready to face the challenges ahead.

X

Upon reaching the mountain's peak, Issei and Rossweisse spotted Helskja perched on a rock, patiently awaiting their arrival. She sprang to her feet as they approached and leapt in front of them, halting their ascent. Helskja raised her hands without uttering a word, invoking a swarm of zombified creatures from various races – Elves, Dwarfs, and Jötnars. These cursed souls emerged from a murky purple swamp created by Helskja's mystical gestures.

--

Name: Helskja

Race: Valkyrie

Affiliation: Loki

Rank: High Ranking Valkyrie

Relationship: Enemy

Type: Caster (Sorcerer)

Stats:

Vitality: 50

Strength: 55

Agility: 38

Intelligence: 70

Senses: 41

Dexterity: 38

Luck: 23

Overall Power Level: 49

Abilities: Magic (Zombification)

Gear: None

--

Rossweisse, tinged with urgency and knowledge, explained, "Issei, these are Draugr. They're undead beings, cursed souls trapped in a perpetual existence. Helskja, once revered as the mightiest Valkyrie until the Gods saw her as a threat, faced exile and grew stronger. Legends say she traded her voice for heightened power."

Issei scoffed dismissively, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Hmph, it appears she fancies herself a devotee of the Little Mermaid, doesn't she? How quaint, indulging in such trivialities."

Rossweisse's expression turned grave as she warned him, "Do not underestimate her; she poses great danger."

In an instant, the zombies closed in, surrounding Issei and Rossweisse. Helskja summoned yet another horde behind them, effectively trapping the two. Issei, quick on his feet, pulled Rossweisse closer, enabling her to evade a deadly slash from one of the zombies. He conjured a sword from his dimensional arsenal with his free hand, ready to defend them both.

--

Dread Knight King's Sword

Rarity: Epic

Classification: Great Sword

Stats: 10 Vitality, 10 Strength, -3 Dexterity, -5 Agility

Ability: When stabbed into the ground, thousands of swords will spike out in the direction of the user's desire. If the user twists the sword whilst in the ground after the swords spike out, the spiked swords will be launched into the air and target whatever the user desires. If the user pumps the sword handle, medieval knights in an equal number to the number of swords will rise from the ground, wielding a sword each and protecting the user.

--

Amidst the chaos, Issei brandished a sword, a superior version of the one he had used against Sairaorg and Regulus during the rating match. This Boss version, enhanced with additional traits from Item Extraction, proved its might. With a swift motion, he plunged the sword into the ground. Instantaneously, hundreds of blades sprouted, piercing the surrounding zombies and halting their advance towards them.

Rossweisse, her eyes wide with admiration, exclaimed, "Remarkable! This reminds me of Kiba's sword birth technique and the Hero Faction young lady's prowess," her thoughts drifting to Jeanne's formidable sacred gear, the Blade Blacksmith.

"Mine's better," Issei declared confidently, his voice brimming with pride. He thrust the long sword into the ground again, causing the blades embedded in the earth to shoot into the air, targeting the remaining zombies. The undead, attempting to evade the onslaught, soon realised the blades were heat seekers, relentlessly tracking, chasing, and hunting them down.

"Woah," Rossweisse marvelled in awe as she watched the spectacle unfold.

Some zombies dived into a nearby lake to escape the attacking blades.

[Ability Used: Elemental Manipulation: Elemental Creation: Ice]

Issei swiftly reacted, leaping toward the lake. Charging Ice energy into his foot, he stomped the water, causing the entire lake and trapped zombies inside to freeze, courtesy of his Elemental Manipulation.

"I froze them to absolute zero; they won't even break out anymore," Issei thought, satisfied with his strategic move.

His momentary triumph was shattered when an uneasy chill swept over him, like death creeping up his spine. A ferocious growl reached his ears, both familiar and different, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Oh no!" Rossweisse gasped in shock, her eyes widening with horror as she saw what loomed behind Issei.

Issei turned, his expression darkening as he recognised the horrifying creature that had almost claimed his life once before.

"Fenrir," he uttered in a low tone, his voice tense.

Fenrir growled menacingly at Issei, its presence looming like a spectre of death.

--

Name: Fenrir

Race: Demi-God

Affiliation: Loki

Rank: Unknown

Relationship: Enemy

Type: Melee (Barbarian)

Stats:

Vitality: 90

Strength: 100

Agility: 80

Intelligence: 70

Senses: 90

Dexterity: 80

Luck: 50

Overall Power Level: 80

Abilities: God Slayer

Gear: None

--

"What's the situation here? I thought Vali and the Khaos Brigade had taken it away," Issei inquired within his mental realm, addressing Ddraig, his partner and ally.

"Not sure, partner. Be careful; you remember what happened last time," Ddraig warned, his tone laced with concern and caution.

Issei's gaze focused on Fenrir's jaw, where he noticed the infamous God Slaying Fangs that had nearly claimed his life, realising that he was again facing a deadly adversary.

Unexpectedly, Loki emerged from the mountain, revealing himself to the group.

Rossweisse, her voice laced with urgency, demanded, "Loki! Where's Astrid?!"

Loki smirked, his confidence undeterred. "It seems I have underestimated you both. But this time, I won't be overconfident. As for the little snake, you won't live long enough to save her from her fate. I will bring Ragnarok to Asgard, rebuild it in my image, and rule over it!" he declared, his tone dripping with malice.

Issei scoffed, contempt colouring his words, "You dare entertain the foolish notion of claiming her power solely for your benefit?"

Loki sneered back, his eyes glinting with arrogance. "Her power? No, Midgardsomr is my son, my creation. Therefore, he is my power. And as for you, Red Dragon Emperor, you remember Fenrir, don't you? Well, it did take a while to undo the works of the Pendragon brat and that accursed sword," he stated, his words laden with dark intent.

Issei smirked in response, his confidence unshaken. "I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks."

Loki spat out, his voice venomous, "Shut up, you filthy dragon devil; you will soon learn your place," before soaring back to the mountain's peak.

Issei attempted to pursue him, but Fenrir blocked his way, growling menacingly and barking as drool dripped from his mouth.

"My apologies, Rossweisse. It appears joining forces against Helskja won't be feasible this time. However, I intend to leave you a gift," Issei said, regretting his voice.

Rossweisse inquired, "What is it?"

Issei instructed, "That long sword I stabbed into the ground, give it a pump."

Following his command, Rossweisse did so, causing hundreds of blades to emerge from the ground.

"Now twist the handle," Issei directed.

She complied, and this time, a hundred medieval knights emerged from the ground, each grabbing a sword and forming a protective circle around Rossweisse.

"So it is like Kiba's technique!" Rossweisse exclaimed in awe.

Issei muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, "And I've told you, mine's better."

Turning his attention back to the growling Fenrir, Issei mocked, "It's just you and me, pup."

Fenrir barked and lunged toward Issei, who skillfully dodged the attack. Fenrir dug into the frozen lake using his claws before executing an Akira Slide, facing Issei and growling menacingly.

Just then, a notification popped up.

[New Task]

Issei's mind churned with curiosity as he pondered, "Interesting. It's been quite a while since I received a task. The last instance was dealing with those five imbeciles on the first day in Norway. What could be the purpose of this new task?" His thoughts delved inward, seeking answers to the enigmatic situation before him.

[Get Back]

Issei's mind was confused as he processed the cryptic message, "Get back?" The meaning dawned on him when he met Fenrir's gaze. A surge of something unfamiliar coursed through Issei, an emotion alien even to him. A malicious grin stretched across his face, and he clutched his left side as if in pain. He unzipped his tracksuit jacket, revealing his body marked by sinister purple, dark blue, and black wounds - the very wounds Fenrir had inflicted on him in their previous battle. Despite being healed by Phoenix tears, these marks had returned, etched onto his flesh.

[Blood Lust has increased]

[Desire to destroy has increased]

[Most Stats have been increased by 50%]

[Intelligence Stat had been decreased by 20%]

[Demon Eyes Stage 1 has been activated]

[Demon Eyes have evolved due to temporary buffs.]

[Demon Eyes Stage 2 has been Unlocked!]

[44% increase to all stats]

[4x to Perception]

[Now capable of seeing the slightest detail, allowing the user to see their opponent's next move along with their weak spot. Due to Stage 2, the user can now see the flow of all kinds of energy.]

Meanwhile, Ddraig pondered Issei's actions, "His wounds, they aren't solely from Fenrir. Is he truly driven by such a bloodlust that he inflicts this upon himself?" His voice carried a mix of concern and disbelief, questioning the depths of Issei's determination.

Issei's eyes flickered, turning entirely black, his demonic grin sending chills down Fenrir's spine. Issei's voice dripped with malice as he sneered, "I shall repay your actions with tenfold retribution, you pathetic mutt!"

[Fear had been Induced]

[Opponents Stats have been decreased by 38%]

With a battle cry, Issei charged towards Fenrir, who reciprocated the aggression. Ddraig urgently warned, "Partner, heed my words! The foe has grown considerably stronger than in previous encounters." But Issei was too engrossed in the battle, his focus unwavering.

Ignoring Ddraig's caution, Issei pressed on, landing a powerful shin kick across Fenrir's head. The wolf was momentarily thrown off balance but quickly recovered, barking defiantly. Issei scoffed, his voice laced with amusement and disdain, "Ha, a golden lion just the other week, and now a wolf that fancies itself a god-slayer? Hilarious. Someone better call Peta for all the good it'll do."

Fenrir attempted to bite Issei, but Issei agilely dodged the attack, countering with a swift uppercut to Fenrir's jaw. The impact sent Fenrir soaring into the air. Issei teleported toward him, delivering a powerful backheel to Fenrir's face, forcing him back to the ground.

Undeterred, Fenrir growled and spat drool towards Issei, triggering his dangerous senses. Issei swiftly sidestepped the attack, realising the saliva was mixed with Fenrir's God-slaying abilities. Observing the corrosive effect on the trees it touched, Issei mused, "It seems like his drool is mixed with his God Slaying abilities."

Fenrir lunged at Issei once more. In the final seconds before impact, Issei slid underneath him and spun around to face his opponent. Fenrir countered with an Akira Slide, swiftly turning to face Issei again, setting the stage for the following intense exchange.

Issei grinned, exhilarated by the challenge. The battleground crackled with energy as they circled each other, both fighters keenly aware of the other's capabilities. Fenrir's eyes glowed with fierce determination, his massive form pulsating with raw power.

With a sudden burst of speed, Fenrir closed the distance between them, aiming a barrage of swift punches and kicks at Issei. Issei expertly blocked and dodged, his movements fluid and precise. The clash of their blows resonated through the air, echoing in the surrounding forest.

Issei managed to land a solid punch on Fenrir's snout, causing the beast to stagger back momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, Issei followed up with a series of rapid strikes, each infused with his unique energy. Fenrir roared in pain, but his resilience was awe-inspiring. He retaliated with a powerful tail swipe, forcing Issei to somersault backward to evade the attack.

Regaining his stance, Issei focused his energy, his aura flaring with intensity. With a primal roar, he lunged at Issei again, his claws slashing through the air.

Issei met Fenrir's attack head-on, their clash sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. The force of their battle shook the very foundations of the forest, leaves and debris swirling around them in a chaotic dance.

The two combatants were locked in a fierce dance of martial prowess and supernatural abilities.

As they clashed, Issei's red eyes flickered, further enhancing his abilities. With a burst of speed, he closed the gap between them and unleashed a rapid series of punches, each aimed at vital points on Fenrir's body. The wolf god snarled and tried to counter, but Issei's precision and combat experience gave him the upper hand.

Realising he was facing a formidable opponent, Fenrir summoned his divine energy, causing his fur to shimmer with an eerie golden glow. He lunged at Issei, attempting to maul him with his massive claws. Issei narrowly avoided the deadly strike, and with a powerful kick, he sent Fenrir tumbling through the forest, trees splintering and falling in their wake.

Recovering quickly, Fenrir unleashed a shockwave of god-slaying energy, sending a wave of destructive power toward Issei. Issei narrowly dodged the wave as it hit trees and dirt, kicking up dust and smoke.

As the smoke cleared, both combatants emerged from the debris, battered and bruised but far from defeated. Issei smirked maliciously, his determination unwavering. Fenrir, deciding to take things to the next level, transforms into his larger form.

[Opponent stats have skyrocketed due to Transformation.]

[All opponent's physical stats have been increased by 5x.]

[Fenrir is currently at his 100% full power.]

[Fear Inducement has worn off; Fenrir has gained back the missing 38%]

"Ddraig!" Issei's partner's voice resonated with urgency. "Approach this battle with the utmost seriousness! At one point, Fenrir ranked among the Top 10 strongest beings in the world! He stood toe-to-toe with Albion and myself before our unfortunate sealing! Engage your Scale Mail immediately!" Ddraig's fervent counsel echoed, his concern evident.

Despite Ddraig's solemn warning, Issei couldn't contain his excitement. Another ear-to-ear grin stretched across his face before he swiftly activated his new Scale Mail, his eagerness to face the challenge undiminished.

Welsh Dragon Upgraded Scale Mail, Strength!

In his upgraded Scale Mail, Issei's armour underwent a formidable transformation. The once streamlined design gave way to a bulkier, muscular build radiating power. The helmet broadened, featuring an angular visor reflecting unwavering determination. The mask maintained familiarity while highlighting enhanced capabilities. Striking black markings adorned massive shoulder plates, emphasising the intensity of the transformation. A V-shaped armoured section on the abdomen became a focal point, showcasing heightened fortitude.

Robust, pointed shoulder pads in black and red seamlessly augmented Issei's shoulders. Elaborate red-armoured segments extended from elbows to enlarged, commanding hands. These fiery red hands boasted a distinctive black square, suggesting augmented strength. Sinuous black lines graced powerful thighs, continuing the motif. A red streak coursed down from the knees, enveloping the lower legs in potent energy. Rugged yet sleek boot soles evoked stability and force.

In this Scale Mail, Issei embodied sheer might, radiating indomitable strength to conquer any challenge. It was his upgraded rook promotion developed in his Dimension.

[Due to activating the modified Scale Mail: Strength, specific Stats have been increased.]

[All Stats have been doubled.]

[Due to specialised Scale Mail, these stats have gotten an additional bonus.]

[50% to Strength, 50% to Vitality]

--

Name: Issei Hyoudou (Welsh Dragon Upgraded Scale Mail, Strength)

Race: Reincarnated Devil/ Dragon/ Unknown

Affiliation: None

Rank: None

Type: Hybrid (Battlemage)

Stats:-

Vitality: 527

Strength: 473

Agility: 353

Intelligence: 459

Senses: 364

Dexterity: 376

Luck: 283

Overall Power Level: 405

Abilities: System and its Abilities

Gear: Mutated Boosted Gear

--

Issei charged towards Fenrir, crouching low on his front legs, ready to pounce. As he closed in, Fenrir pounced on him. With his newfound enhanced strength, Issei grabbed Fenrir's front legs and slammed him to the side. The impact didn't stop there; Issei flung Fenrir behind himself. Fenrir looked dazed from the slamming before Issei picked him up and delivered a devastating front kick, sending Fenrir flying back into a rock.

However, Fenrir wasn't to be underestimated. He swiftly got back up, using his God-like speed to blitz towards Issei, who narrowly dodged a claw aimed at his face.

Ddraig's voice echoed in Issei's mind, a fiery warning, "Listen up, partner! Watch yourself; those claws of his pack a punch of God-slaying power, and they're just as treacherous."

Fenrir managed to land a claw on Issei's face, but his helmet protected him, though it got damaged. Half of Issei's face was now exposed, revealing his glowing red eyes through the cracks. Fenrir clawed him again, this time in the chest, but the armour shielded him, though a good chunk was ripped off. Issei jumped back to gain distance, but Fenrir smashed his head into Issei's exposed chest, sending him flying into a few rocks.

The impact rattled Issei's bones, but his determination burned brighter. With a fierce growl, he pushed himself up, ignoring the pain shooting through his body. Ddraig's voice again encouraged him, "You've got this, Partner! Remember your training and use your boosted gear to its fullest potential!"

Summoning his strength, Issei got back and dodged Fenrir's claw by the skin of his teeth, and a surge of power coursed through him. He launched himself back into the fight with newfound vigour, meeting Fenrir head-on.

Their clash echoed through the battlefield, each blow sending shockwaves in all directions. Issei's movements blurred as he utilised his enhanced speed and strength to counter Fenrir's attacks. The ground beneath them trembled as they continued their intense battle, neither willing to back down.

Fenrir wasted no time, attempting another claw attack. This time, Issei projected a shield before himself, although it was about to crack. When the shield finally shattered, Fenrir jumped onto Issei and pinned him down. Issei managed to block the claws with his elbows and misdirect Fenrir's snapping mouth away from his head. With sheer determination, Issei held back Fenrir's jaws with one hand, countering with a flurry of punches. Fenrir stumbled back, giving Issei the breathing room he needed. Pushing Fenrir off, Issei, fueled by his enhanced strength, landed a powerful punch on Fenrir's jaw, sending him flying once again.

Fenrir crashed into a nearby tree, but he quickly recovered, his eyes blazing with fury. Growling menacingly, he lunged at Issei with newfound intensity. Issei, undeterred, dodged Fenrir's attack with swift agility and countered with a series of kicks, aiming for Fenrir's vulnerable spots. Fenrir howled in pain, but his determination only seemed to intensify.

With both combatants locked in a fierce struggle, the forest around them echoed with the sounds of their battle. As Fenrir charged once more, Issei met him head-on. Their clash created a blinding explosion of fire and fury. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the forest, causing trees to sway and birds to scatter in alarm.

Ddraig's thoughts echoed during the battle, pondering Issei's motives. "He could put an end to this swiftly with the arsenal at his disposal. Is he prolonging the battle due to a lingering grudge? Has the memory of the young girl slipped his mind?" Ddraig ruminated his thoughts, a whirlwind of confusion.

Fenrir, his jaw hanging loosely from a previous attack, glanced back at Issei, only to find him vanished. A sense of foreboding gripped Fenrir as he realised Issei was still nearby. Searching the surroundings, he saw nothing until he looked up and spotted Issei descending from the sky, his fists clenched like hammers, ready to strike. With lightning reflexes, Fenrir dodged Issei's assault, narrowly avoiding the ground-shaking impact that followed, sending shockwaves across the entire Island. Confusion and worry spread among the onlookers, but only Rossweisse and Helskja recognised the formidable force at play.

Then, with a loud shout, Issei activated his power, causing the mist to envelop the area as he shattered the illusion Fenrir had created. Heavy stomps resonated through the air, and Fenrir found himself ensnared by a gauntleted hand gripping his snout. He was yanked into the mist, where a second gauntleted hand, sharp and deadly, jabbed into his right eye. Fenrir whimpered in agony before being flung across the frozen lake, crashing into boulders. Issei reverted to his base form, and the Scale Mail was deactivated.

[Scale Mail has been deactivated; all stats have been returned to normal.]

Struggling to rise, Fenrir's injured body betrayed him, and he collapsed once more. He looked up through his remaining eye, but what he saw wasn't the devil-dragon he had been fighting. Instead, it was something otherworldly, inhuman. Issei's appearance had transformed, devoid of any trace of humanity. Fear gripped Fenrir's heart as he whimpered and whined at the sight before him. Issei's eye flickered black for a brief moment, and a demonic smile, stretching from ear to ear, appeared as he approached Fenrir with an aura of malevolence.

[Fear had been Induced]

[Opponents Stats have been decreased by 54%]

[Paralysis due to Fear Inducement has been set.]

Issei's lips curled into a sadistic sneer as he taunted his fallen opponent, "After I'm done with you, you can bet your pathetic soul that Peta will throw a Twitter tantrum, or whatever they call it these days."

Fenrir, once a mighty God Slaying wolf, now whimpered pitifully, reduced to a soon-to-be-dead pup, akin to one silenced after barking at passing cars and facing inevitable euthanasia.

BOOST

With a sudden surge of power, Issei unleashed a brutal onslaught. His right fist connected with Fenrir's form, eliciting pained whimpers from the creature. Issei's relentless assault continued, blow after blow, while Fenrir whimpered in agony. In a terrifying twist, Issei's eyes glowed with an ominous light, and he unleashed lasers, intensifying the beatdown.

Fenrir's feeble struggles ceased, and life slipped away from its broken body. Issei stood there, a triumphant smile on his face, having exacted revenge for the past atrocities committed against him. As Fenrir's life faded, Issei's wounds miraculously healed, the markings on his body vanished, and his skin returned to its normal tone. Gradually, the bloodlust that had consumed him dissipated. Issei regained his sanity, no longer in the grip of his vengeful frenzy.

[Blood Lust has decreased]

[Desire to destroy has decreased]

[Stats have been returned to normal.]

[Demon Eyes Stage 2 has deactivated]

[Task Complete]

[Claim your Reward]

[Use Item Extraction]

Issei stood before Fenrir, puzzlement flickering across his face as he muttered, "Hmm? Claim my reward? Item Extraction? Does it want me to use Item Extraction on Fenrir?"

[Ability Used: Item Extraction]

Determined to discover what awaited him, Issei extended his arm toward Fenrir, palm outstretched, and initiated Item Extraction. A luminous orb detached itself from Fenrir's form and hurtled into Issei's awaiting hand, bathing him in a brilliant light. As the radiance slowly faded, Issei gazed upon the transformation.

--

Fenrir

Rarity: Legendary

Classification: Gauntlets and Greaves

Stats: 15 Vitality, 20 Strength, 8 Dexterity, -3 Agility

Ability: A pair of Gauntlet and Greaves imbued with Fenrir's God Slaying Powers. The Gauntlets and Greaves resemble the legs of the Legendary Wolf; the fingers of the Gauntlets have extended nails with deadly spikes, and the same can be said for the feet of the Greaves. When the forearm muscles are flexed, three-pronged blades will extend from the top of the forearm, resembling beast claws imbued with God Slaying Powers.

--

The new ensemble he wore comprised ashen gauntlets and greaves, bearing a subtle yet captivating animal-inspired design. The gauntlets resembled the fierce visage of a wolf, complete with menacing fangs and a bluish mane. On the other hand, his greaves mimicked the appearance of legs with razor-sharp claws, each fingertip featuring an elongated nail.

Issei's voice held a hint of amazement as he mused, "Gauntlet and Greaves, huh?"

He then noticed another intriguing feature of the gauntlets: a section on the forearm. Issei flexed his forearm muscles, and to his astonishment, three blades extended from each gauntlet towards his hand.

With fascination and excitement, Issei remarked, "It's like a mix of Wolverine's claws and the Yaujta's wrist gauntlets."

A/N: For those who don't know, Yaujta's are the in-verse name for Predators from the Aliens vs. Predators Universe

Issei's eyes glinted with anticipation as he examined the claws in his hands. "I bet these claws have the God Slaying ability in them," he murmured to himself, a mix of determination and excitement in his voice.

Issei's gaze shifted from the Gauntlets to the mountain peak where Loki was said to be. The realisation dawned on him; he now possessed the means to defeat Loki. Fueled by determination, he charged towards the mountain, but a sudden concern gripped him, causing him to halt his movements.

"Rosswesse," he called out, his voice laced with worry as he flew towards Rossweisse and Helskja's current location.

Upon his arrival, a grim sight greeted him. Three-quarters of the summoned knights lay broken on the ground, defeated. Rossweisse and Helskja stood behind their remaining forces, directing them to battle against each other.

"Rossweisse! I'm here to help!" Issei shouted, his voice echoing across the battleground.

Rossweisse glanced up and spotted Issei flying towards her. Determination etched on her face, she replied firmly, "No, Issei, I'll be fine. Just go and save Astrid from Loki!"

Reluctantly, Issei obeyed her wishes, ascending to the mountain's summit.

In the depths of her thoughts, Rossweisse pondered, "I wish he had summoned more knights to help me. After half of the knights broke, I attempted the procedure again, but nothing happened."

Meanwhile, Issei smirked with confidence, his mind focused on the impending confrontation. "I won't reveal what happens when all the knights are destroyed," he thought, his determination unwavering as he flew towards the mountain's peak.

X

High above the mountain, Issei soared through the air, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Loki. To his surprise, Loki was nowhere in sight. Still, his attention was drawn to a peculiar device resembling an antenna attached to a cage. Inside that cage, Astrid was trapped, her eyes widening with fear as she noticed Issei approaching.

"Astrid!" Issei's voice echoed through the air as he drew nearer to her.

Astrid's voice trembled with urgency, "Issei! Issei! Look out!" she shouted, her gaze fixed on something behind him.

In an instant, Issei felt a searing pain erupt through his lower back, the blade piercing and exiting from the other side. Blood spilled from his mouth, his body convulsing from the shock of the attack.

"No!" Astrid screamed, tears streaming down her face as she witnessed Issei being stabbed.

Issei's mind raced with disbelief, questioning how Loki had bypassed his senses and struck him from behind. Pain consumed him, his body feeling as if engulfed in flames. His eyes darted back, and he saw Loki, a maniacal grin on his face, pushing the sword further through his body.

"Loki! You bastard!" Issei managed to grit out weakly, coughing up blood.

[WARNING!: YOU HAVE BEEN POISONED!]

[CURRENTLY INDENTIFYING POISON...]

Loki chuckled wickedly, his tone dripping with sadistic amusement. "It's because you are righteous and good, putting your own life in danger to save the innocent. For that reason, you will always lose."

[POISON INDETIFIED!]

[SAMAEL'S POISON]

Issei's voice strained as he questioned, "This sword! How did you get it?"

Loki's grin widened as he replied, "Oh, this? It's a Dragon Slayer, tainted with the poison of Samael. Disgusting, really, but effective." He began moving the blade upwards, cutting deeper into Issei's body.

[Due to poison, all physical stats have been reduced.]

Astrid, desperate, pleaded with Loki, "Please, stop! I'll do as you say. Just let him go!"

Issei weakly protested, "Astrid, no."

Loki sneered, disregarding Astrid's pleas. With a swift motion, he flung Issei off the sword, sending him hurtling towards the side of the mountain. Issei tumbled and rag-dolled his way down the rugged terrain, his body battered and broken.

"No!" Astrid cried out in anguish, her heart breaking for Issei.

Loki approached the cage where Astrid was imprisoned. She stumbled backward, fear etched across her face. Loki placed his hand on the cage, his sinister smile sending shivers down her spine.

"Now that I've let him go, put up your end of the deal," Loki demanded, his voice laced with malice.

"That's not what I meant!" Astrid protested, her voice shaking.

Loki's laughter echoed through the desolate mountain, his cruel gaze fixed on Astrid. "You think you're in any position to make demands?" he taunted, revelling in his victory.

Issei's body finally ceased its violent thrashing as he stopped at the Island's edge, where the sandy beach met the water. Coughing up blood, he struggled to catch his breath, his condition worsening by the moment.

[WARNING: DUE TO POISON YOUR LIFE FORCE IS DECREASING!]

[WARNING: LIFE IS IN DANGER]

[WARNING: BODY IS BREAKING DOWN]

Concern laced Ddraig's voice as he exclaimed, "Partner! Are you alright?!"

Issei, his voice surprisingly calm despite his dire state, assured Ddraig, "It'll be fine, Ddraig; the system will get rid of the poison for me, like last time."

But his hopeful words remained unfulfilled. The poison continued to ravage him, ignoring the assurances he had given himself.

[WARNING: SYSTEM IS BEING COMPROMISED]

"Why isn't it working?! It worked last time with the Devils!" Issei's frustration boiled over, his words punctuated by gritted teeth.

Ddraig, his tone subdued but wise, ventured, "Listen, partner, perhaps it wasn't just the system that purged the poison. It might've been that fleeting power-up you yearned for so fervently."

"FUCK!" Issei's anger erupted, his fists pounding the ground beneath him in a futile display of frustration.

"Partner, please calm down," Ddraig pleaded, his concern evident.

"Partner, please calm down," echoed a voice, strange and unfamiliar, yet oddly familiar to Issei. The words reverberated in the air, carrying an unsettling blend of menace, power, and aggression.

Issei's eyes widened in shock; he recognised the voice from his time in Norway, the voice that had guided him throughout his journey. This time, however, it was different—deeper, raspier, and filled with predatory undertones.

"Partner, please calm down," the voice repeated, sending shivers down Issei's spine.

And there he stood, the sinister version of himself, the one he had encountered within the Juggernaut Drive, his appearance hauntingly altered with white hair, black sclera, red eyes, and razor-sharp teeth. Issei's breath caught in his throat as he hyperventilated in fear.

"How is he here?!" Issei wondered, his mind racing in confusion.

"Hello, partner. It's been a while, hasn't it?" the sinister doppelganger sneered in his eerie voice, his presence sending chills down Issei's spine.

"Partner?" Issei thought, his confusion deepening.

The apparition approached Issei, his sneer growing wicked. "Time for a little chat," he declared, his words hanging heavily in the air, foretelling a conversation fraught with darkness and uncertainty.

Chapter End

Short Story:

On an ordinary day, between Issei's return to Kuoh Academy and his departure for Norway, lunchtime found him and Ravel on the school rooftops.

Ravel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she asked, "Issei, would you be up for heading to the Mall after school? There's a movie I've been wanting to watch, and I thought it could be a fun time together."

Issei, caught slightly off guard, considered the invitation, "Hmm? Yeah, sure," he replied, his tone nonchalant.

Ravel couldn't contain her delight, exclaiming, "Yay!" Little did they know, a white-haired Nekomata had been eavesdropping their conversation.

Issei, unbeknownst to them, had deliberately turned off his powers, aiming to experience life as a regular human. His decision stemmed from the annoyance of constantly being bombarded with unnecessary information, a sensory overload that others might label as "too much information."

Meanwhile, Koneko stealthily made her way to the Occult Research Club to relay the information she had overheard, setting the stage for unforeseen events to unfold.

Inside the Occult Research Club, Rias couldn't conceal her irritation as she asked, "Issei and Ravel planning a date after school?"

Koneko, ever straightforward, replied, "Yep, they're heading to the Mall to catch a movie."

Akeno, her voice laced with jealousy, inquired, "And what else will they be doing at the Mall?"

Asia, innocence colouring her words, wondered, "Um, are we, like, going to, you know, watch them, just like that time when Akeno and Issei went on a date? I'm kind of curious."

Akeno, her tone dripping with suggestiveness, replied, "Well, considering what I planned on doing with him after I escaped from your sights," she teased, licking her lips.

Xenovia, curiosity getting the better of her, asked, "Were you going to make babies with Issei?"

Akeno's sadistic smirk widened as she replied, "I was planning on doing more than that."

Rias interjected sharply, "Akeno!"

Regaining her composure, Rias declared, "Very well, we shall proceed to shadow their actions. Should their intentions extend beyond mere cinematic endeavours, we shall not hesitate to intercede."

Irina chimed in enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling, "I absolutely adore that plan!"

Koneko, her attention turning to the silent Kiba, inquired, "How about you, Kiba?"

Kiba, his tone apologetic, declined, "Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather not get on Issei's bad side, especially this new one."

After school, Issei and Ravel strolled out of the Academy, making their way to the bustling city area of Kuoh. Unbeknownst to them, a handful of curious girls discreetly followed their every move. As they entered the Mall, Ravel glanced at the movie schedule, realising the film she wanted to watch wouldn't start for another hour.

"Issei, why don't you hang tight right here? I'll take care of the movie tickets. I've got a little surprise in mind," Ravel said, her tone cheerful and eager.

"Alright," Issei agreed, settling in for a moment.

While Ravel headed to the ticket counter, Issei pondered his movie choices. "I'm really hoping this movie turns out to be interesting; the last film I saw was The Flash, and that one pretty much solidified why I won't be watching superhero movies anymore unless it's something like Matt Reeves' Batman. Now, that was a genuinely good movie or even an animated film like Spiderverse," he mused, lost in his thoughts.

Ravel returned, deliberately avoiding handing Issei his ticket, concealing the movie title. Instead, she enthusiastically suggested, "Issei, how about we head to the arcade? It could be quite enjoyable."

They left for the arcade, leaving the stalkers lingering near the spot where Issei had stood earlier, curiosity etched on their faces.

"Um, are we, um, going to, like, get tickets too?" Asia inquired, her voice tinged with nervousness and hope.

Koneko responded bluntly, "We can't just yet. It's not like we have any clue about the movie they're tuning into."

Rias said confidently, "We shall employ our mental sorcery to gain entry once we ascertain the theatre of their choice."

Akeno, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, mused, "I can't help but wonder what those two have in mind as they settle in to watch the movie."

Xenovia, curious, asked, "Like what, Akeno?"

Rias intervened sternly, "Don't you dare, Akeno!" her words carried a strict warning, anticipating Akeno's playful mischief.

Accompanying Issei and Ravel, the entire group followed them to the arcade. There, they found Ravel attempting to conquer the claw machine, her efforts ending in frustration every time.

"Issei, could you possibly assist me?" Ravel implored, her lips forming a slight pout, her eyes fixed on the elusive prize inside the claw machine.

Setting aside his game of Street Fighter, Issei joined Ravel's side. "Ah, the claw machine? Which specific one are you aiming for?" he inquired, focusing on the plushie-filled contraption before them.

With enthusiasm, Ravel pointed to a particular dragon among the prizes. "That one, please!" she insisted eagerly.

Issei swiped his card, initiating the game. As he manipulated the joystick, making the claw sway around in a circular motion, Ravel watched, initially perplexed. When the moment was right, Issei pressed the drop button, and the claw, spinning as it descended, expertly latched onto the dragon. Ravel's eyes widened excitedly as the prize was securely deposited into the drop box. Rushing to retrieve it, she hugged Issei tightly in gratitude.

"Issei, I'm truly grateful!" she exclaimed, her voice slightly muffled against Issei's form, her joy evident.

"You're welcome," Issei replied, a warm smile gracing his face.

Meanwhile, Rias and Koneko appeared on the brink of exasperation, while Akeno wore a sadistic grin. Asia and Irina frowned, and Xenovia observed the scene with curiosity.

As Issei and Ravel moved around the arcade, Ravel's attention was caught by a punch machine. Eager to try it, she made her way towards it, but Issei promptly picked her up and carried her away, his voice carrying authority, "No, no. That machine isn't made for people like us; we'd break it if we tried."

"Hey! Put me down!" Ravel demanded, protesting Issei's decision.

Afterwards, they ventured into the Karaoke section.

"Come on, Issei! Let's go!" Ravel urged, her enthusiasm undiminished.

Sighing, Issei resigned himself to the upcoming ordeal of listening to Ravel sing boy band songs. They entered one of the karaoke rooms, causing Rias and the rest of the group to start panicking, fearing some taboo might occur within those walls.

Seated in a cozy corner, Ravel took charge, selecting songs for the evening. Issei's face wore a noticeable annoyance. Observing his expression, Ravel couldn't help but comment, her voice firm and determined, "Why the expression? You should infuse some more zest into the songs you indulge in. Your playlist's confined to Yeat and Trippie Redd—expand your horizons!"

Defending his musical taste, Issei retorted, "Hey! I listen to others as well."

"Like?" Ravel inquired, prompting him to list his preferences.

"Comethazine, Kanye, NLE, Future, Metro Boomin-" Issei explained before Ravel swiftly cut him off, frustration etched on her face. "All their songs sound so monotonously identical!" she exclaimed, leaving Issei gasping in mock outrage.

"How dare you!" he responded, attempting a Greta Thunberg voice in a playful manner.

A song finally started, and Ravel began to sing passionately, the words flowing effortlessly from her lips. "Cold eyes, All my demons dance through the motherfuckin' nighttime, Said I wouldn't sniff it, took a whole line, Porsion in my brain, feel it creeping through on both sides, oh my."

Unbeknownst to her, Issei discreetly pulled out his phone, secretly recording her performance.

In his mind, he schemed, "Hmph, I'm going to annoy her with this," a mischievous chuckle escaping him.

Meanwhile, six girls pressed their ears to the wall in the neighbouring room, attempting to eavesdrop on Issei and Ravel's conversation. With her characteristic innocence, Asia said, "Golly, Miss Ravel's singing voice is absolutely lovely!" Her smile radiated genuine admiration.

Rias, the ever-calm leader, advised gently yet playfully, "Asia, darling, let's refrain from showering the enemy with compliments."

Akeno's tone, laced with mischief, playfully remarked, "I'd wager Issei isn't just doling out compliments to the enemy." Those who understood the implications of Akeno's words blushed, the unspoken tension hanging in the air.

As the evening wore on, Issei and Ravel exited the arcade, their destination set for the movie theatre where their film was about to begin. The other girls trailed behind, maintaining a cautious distance. Ravel handed the tickets to the attendant, leading Issei into Cinema 5. As Issei glanced at the movie's title above the entrance, his thoughts revealed his surprise, "Fifty Shades of Grey? It's been nearly a decade since this movie came out? A rerun? Weren't they marketing it as some romance drama? Well, whatever," he said, letting out a slight sigh.

Ravel, hiding her face, albeit with a visible blush, guided Issei to the centre of the cinema. Meanwhile, using their mind magic, the girls persuaded the attendant to let them join Cinema 5, discovering that the entire theatre was empty except for Issei and Ravel seated in the dead centre. They settled into the back row, their curiosity piqued.

Asia, her innocent eyes wide with curiosity, asked, "Um, excuse me, does anyone know what this movie is about?" Her gaze shifted between the other girls, her expression hopeful.

Rias, uncertain yet willing to venture a guess, replied, "I must admit, I'm not entirely certain myself, but it does seem to revolve around matters of romance."

Akeno sported a sadistic smirk, well aware of the movie's content.

Issei suggested, "Next time we decide to catch a movie, we should go for a horror flick. I've heard there's a new instalment of 'The Nun' series on the horizon."

Ravel, a hint of pouting in her voice, chimed in, "Horror movies aren't quite to my liking, especially when they depict Devils in such a negative light. It's disheartening to see our reputation being misrepresented."

Issei, his tone playful, teased, "Is that so? Or perhaps someone's just being a bit of a scaredy cat?"

"I assure you, I am far from being a mere scaredy cat!" Ravel asserted confidently.

Time passed, and the movie finally began, though it was a while longer before the first BDSM scene unfolded on screen. Ravel squirmed in her seat, mortified, while Issei wore an excited smirk, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Clearly, they don't dub me the Dragon of Domination without reason," he said, his tone teasing.

In Issei's mindscape, Ddraig seethed with anger. "You brat! Why are you defiling my name? Once again, you have dirtied my name!" he shouted, his thoughts echoing with frustration.

Issei chuckled in response, unfazed by Ddraig's annoyance.

Meanwhile, in the back row, Rias desperately shielded Asia's eyes to protect her innocence. Akeno, succumbing to masochistic tendencies, licked her lips while Koneko looked on with horror. Xenovia watched curiously and took notes. Irina covered her face, determined not to succumb to lust and become a Fallen Angel. The theatre atmosphere buzzed with a mix of emotions, ranging from amusement to embarrassment, as the movie played out before them.

Short Story End