"You refuse to submit? Fine, I guess I'll do this the fun way," Issei replies with a sadistic smirk.

Issei's sadistic smirk sent a chill through the air, an ominous prelude to the impending escalation of the confrontation. Having witnessed the extent of Issei's power, the peerage braced themselves for whatever twisted method he had in mind.

Without warning, Issei vanished from his spot, leaving an afterimage after his sudden movement. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared before Heracles, delivering a lightning-fast punch that sent the hero flying back, crashing into the remnants of a shattered building.

The sudden burst of violence caught everyone off guard. Jeanne, still recovering from the shock of Issei's unrestrained power, attempted to retaliate, but before she could make a move, Issei reappeared before her, a sinister grin on his face.

With a swift motion, Issei disarmed Jeanne of her sword, rendering her powerless. The once-confident Hero Faction member found herself at the mercy of the True Devil's merciless assault.

The True Devil's onslaught continued with each punch and kick, which was calculated and brutal. Heracles struggled to rise, the overwhelming force of Issei's attacks keeping him pinned down. Disarmed and defenceless, Jeanne could only watch Issei execute his ruthless justice.

"Considering the situation, it's evident that the girl is nearing her breaking point. With a bit more pressure, she'll likely divulge the information I seek," Issei calculates, his confidence evident in the subtle smirk that graces his lips as he observes Heracles and Jeanne.

Issei directs his glowing red eyes at Jeanne, who flinches from the intensity. In Jeanne's mind, self-preservation kicked in. As Issei's piercing gaze bore into Jeanne, the Hero Faction member felt a surge of panic and desperation. Her composure, already shattered by the True Devil's onslaught, crumbled further under the weight of his relentless scrutiny.

The sinister smirk on Issei's face deepened as he observed Jeanne's mental struggle. He could practically taste the fear emanating from her, and he revelled in the psychological torment he was inflicting.

Jeanne, her mind racing, weighed her options. The fear of the True Devil before her, the reminder of Hades's death, and the overwhelming pressure of the situation pressed down on her. In a moment of vulnerability, she made a decision fueled by desperation.

She leaps back and pulls out a syringe gun; Issei recognises the syringe from Kiba's memories, the same one Siegfried had used to become a monster. The others observing in the background realised what she was about to do.

"She's going to use it again?!" cried Irina

Hearing this, Issei's eyes narrowed, "Again? They can use this 'Chaos Drive' more than once in a single day?" he thinks.

Seeing what Jeanne is about to do, Heracles shouts in concern, "Jeanne! No! You know the risks involved when using it more than once!" he shouts with an outstretched arm towards Jeanne, pledging her to use Chaos Drive once again.

Jeanne, undeterred by Heracles's warning, injected herself in the neck with the contents of the syringe, a surge of dark energy enveloping her form. Her eyes glowed unnaturally as the power of the Chaos Drive coursed through her veins, transforming her. She grew a long snake-like appendage around her waist, making her look like a Lamia. The others who fought her earlier recognised this form as they had already seen it.

However, the transformation didn't stop there as the tail became metallic and had blades covering it, almost armour. And out from here back burst out a dragon-like wing made out of swords.

The peerage watched in horror as Jeanne transformed, their apprehension growing with each passing moment. They knew all too well the destructive potential of the Chaos Drive and the havoc it could wreak in the wrong hands.

Meanwhile, Heracles, witnessing Jeanne's transformation, gritted his teeth in frustration. He knew the risks involved in using the Chaos Drive repeatedly, and he feared for Jeanne's safety and the consequences of her actions.

"Damn it, Jeanne! You fool!" Heracles cursed under his breath, his fists clenched in frustration. He knew all too well the dangers of overusing the Chaos Drive, and seeing Jeanne succumb to its influence filled him with a mixture of concern and anger.

[Jeanne's Stats have skyrocketed!]

[All Stats have increased by 3x]

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Name: Jeanne Chaos Drive Balance Breaker

Race: Human

Affiliation: Khaos Brigade (Hero Faction)

Rank: Member

Relationship: None

Type: Melee (Warrior)

Stats:

Vitality: 246

Strength: 222

Agility: 258

Intelligence: 234

Senses: 228

Dexterity: 252

Luck: 240

Overall Power Level: 240

Abilities: None

Gear: Rapier, Blade Blacksmith Sacred Gear

--

Xenovia, gripping her sword tighter, "Her appearance, it looks different from before!" she says out loud.

Akeno, her expression a mix of concern and wariness, assessed the transformed Jeanne. "She only looked like a snake before; this time, she looks more like a dragon!"

As Jeanne completed her transformation into a dragon-like entity, the air around her crackled with dark energy. The metallic tail, adorned with blades, slithered menacingly, and the dragon wing composed of swords exuded an aura of impending danger.

Despite witnessing the Chaos Drive's effects before, Issei couldn't help but feel a tinge of surprise at the extent of Jeanne's transformation. Ddraig once taught him the different types of dragons; the dragon Jeanne takes after is an amphiptere. He could tell him from her serpentine body and bat-like wings, although it was all made from holy swords. Ddraig also told him about Albion and himself; Albion was a wyvern, while Ddraig was a standard western dragon; much to Ddraig's annoyance, Issei prefers wyverns due to their unique physiology, mainly because he played ARK Survival a bit too much. Ddraig then scolded Issei for liking a wyvern's physiology over his own since wyverns were considered lesser dragons.

Unperturbed by the transformation, Issei focused his gaze, scrutinising the dragon-like entity before him. "It appears that the efficacy of Chaos Drive amplifies with each usage, albeit at the expense of one's life," he mused, reflecting on Irina's earlier words about Jeanne using Chaos Drive in the earlier fight.

In her new form transformation, Jeanne launches a barrage of holy swords materialising behind her wings towards Issei. As the sword gets closer towards Issei, he remains calm as he stomps the ground and creates a strong shockwave, which not only causes a spider web crack on the ground but also causes the glass of the surrounding buildings to shatter and rain towards the ground and stopping the sword mid-air before it falls to the ground.

Issei's gaze pierced Jeanne with an icy intensity as he spoke, "If you're so intent on squandering your existence chasing power, at least ensure it holds some semblance of value," he sneered.

Caught between the lingering fear of Issei's aura and the realisation of her mortality, Jeanne hesitated momentarily. Sensing a fleeting opportunity, the others prepared for whatever might unfold next.

Heracles, finally getting up from Issei's assault, rushes towards Issei, ready to punch him with all his force. Issei then dodges by leaping upwards and starts balancing on Heracles's head with one hand. Balancing effortlessly on Heracles's head, Issei looked down at the charging hero, a sly grin on his lips. The others observed the unexpected turn of events with surprise and curiosity.

"Hmph. Pathetic. You think a futile attempt like that will suffice to lay even a scratch on me, insect?" Issei scoffed, his voice oozing with disdain.

Issei flips downward and slams his heel into Heracles's head; the impact sends Heracles crashing into the ground with considerable force, creating a crater on impact, shaking the ground and causing the spectators to tremble. Issei landed gracefully a few meters away, his gaze fixed on the fallen hero. The others, witnessing the unexpected display of agility and strength, exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the depth of Issei's newfound power.

Issei, his expression unreadable, observed Heracles with a mixture of disdain and amusement. Despite the hero's resilience, he was no match for the True Devil's overwhelming power. Issei's confidence surged, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"The so-called heroes, oblivious as ever," Issei sneered, "You fools grasp onto your feeble notions of justice and virtue, but in the grand scheme, you're nothing but insignificant pests writhing beneath my foot."

As Heracles struggled to rise from the impact, Issei's attention shifted back to Jeanne, who had recovered from the shock of Issei's display of power. The transformed Hero Faction member, now resembling a dragon-like entity, hovered in the air, ready to engage in another round of combat.

Issei's eyes locked onto Jeanne coldly, his aura radiating confidence and malice. The peerage, witnessing the unfolding battle, braced themselves for the clash between the True Devil and the transformed Jeanne.

With a sudden burst of speed, Jeanne lunged towards Issei, her metallic tail slashing through the air with deadly precision. Issei dodged the initial strikes, showcasing his newfound agility as he evaded the onslaught. As Issei avoided the following attacks, he spun around a few times at high speeds before shin-kicking Jeanne in her rib cage, his kick powered by the high-speed spinning. Had it not been for the armour Jeanne gained from the Chaos Drive, she would've been bisected in half, yet she only coughed out a large amount of blood.

The force of Issei's kick sent Jeanne hurtling backward, the impact reverberating through her metallic form. Despite the resilience granted by the Chaos Drive, the blow took its toll, leaving Jeanne momentarily stunned.

Issei wasted no time in capitalising on Jeanne's momentary weakness. With a swift motion, he closed the distance between them, his fist crackling with dark energy. He aimed a powerful punch at Jeanne's chest, intending to exploit any vulnerabilities in her armour.

However, Jeanne, driven by sheer determination, regained her composure at the last moment. With a swift movement of her wings, she narrowly evaded Issei's attack, dodging the incoming blow with reflexes honed by her transformed state.

As Issei's fist collided with the ground, unleashing a shockwave that shattered the surrounding terrain, the road split in half, exposing the underground sewage; seeing this, Jeanne found a way to escape Issei's wraith. Jeanne seized the opportunity to counterattack. She unleashed a barrage of holy swords from her wings, each blade aimed with deadly precision at Issei's vulnerable spots.

Reacting, Issei moved elegantly through the barrage of holy swords before closing the distance between himself and Jeanne. She tried to escape, but Issei grabbed her by her tail and threw her into the air.

His eyes glinting with malice, Issei propelled himself into the air with supernatural speed, following Jeanne's trajectory. Issei grabs onto Jeanne's neck with a single hand and starts squeezing it harshly; attempting to resist Issei's hold, Jeanne swings a sword towards Issei, trying to cut his arm off, the same arm that grips her. However, with his other hand, Issei catches the sword and crushes it in his hand. This act shocked Jeanne as Issei had just caught and broken a Holy Sword; being a devil, it should've cut through him like butter, yet it broke like a twig.

The shock on Jeanne's face was palpable as Issei effortlessly crushed the Holy Sword with his bare hand. The realisation of Issei's newfound strength sent a shiver down her spine, the fear intensifying in her eyes.

Issei maintained his iron grip on Jeanne's neck, his eyes burning with a sinister glow. "You Heroes are so pitiful," he sneered, tightening his hold on her throat. The metallic dragon tail writhed in pain, its once-threatening form reduced to a desperate struggle against the True Devil's unyielding grasp.

The peerage, watching the brutal scene unfold, exchanged uneasy glances. Issei's display of dominance over Jeanne and his ability to break a Holy Sword effortlessly left them in awe of Issei's overwhelming power.

Jeanne, gasping for breath, struggled against Issei's vice-like grip. Her draconic form seemed feeble in comparison to the True Devil's might. Desperate to break free, she conjured more holy swords around her, directing them towards Issei with a flick of her wings.

Issei, unfazed by the incoming assault, deftly avoided the holy swords by swinging Jeanne around and deflecting the swords with her serpentine metallic tail. With a cruel smile, he mocked Jeanne's futile resistance. "Is this all you can muster, Hero? Pathetic."

Before Issei can snuff the life out of Jeanne, Heracles jumps into the sky to intercept Issei and stop him from killing Jeanne; he can close enough and grab Issei's left arm; in response, Issei smashes Jeanne into Heracles, which sends the duo into the ground. In the process, Heracles ripped off the sleeve of Issei's coat, the same sleeve that was cut by Hades during their fight; from then on, the sleeve was only hanging on by a few strings of material.

Issei looked at his completely destroyed coat, which now looks like a sleeveless coat; the right side of the coat was obliterated by Hades when he destroyed the right side of Issei's body, and now his left sleeve was gone.

Expressing irritation, Issei clenches his jaw in frustration. "They've ruined my favourite coat, damn bastards," he mutters inwardly.

Ddraig, hearing Issei's inner thoughts, replied, "Who told you to wear Saint Laurent to a fight?" he asked in a deadpanned tone.

Issei couldn't resist a chuckle at Ddraig's comment. "A Devil's got to maintain style, even on the battlefield," he replied with a confident smirk.

"Don't you think it'd be poetic if you wore Prada instead?" Ddraig asks

Issei smirked and replied, "Prada? Maybe for the next one. I'll make sure to coordinate my outfits with the level of destruction I plan to cause."

The chaotic scene below unfolded as Issei bantered with Ddraig about fashion choices. Heracles, recovering from the impact of the collision, struggled to his feet, his gaze fixed on Issei. Also, Jeanne regained her composure and hovered nearby. The effects of the Chaos Drive were evident in her weakened state.

Undeterred by Issei's overwhelming power, Heracles adopted a defensive stance, his muscles tensing as he prepared for the impending clash. The remnants of Issei's coat fluttered in the air, a visual reminder of the destructive force that had unfolded moments ago.

Jeanne, though weakened, conjured more holy swords around her in a desperate attempt to stand against the True Devil. Despite her diminished strength, her resolve burned fiercely as she faced the impending confrontation.

In his irritated state, Issei, the dark amusement taking hold, flexed his fingers, the sound of cracking knuckles echoing. He adopted a nonchalant stance, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "I had half a mind to grant you a swift death, but alas, you've ruined my cherished coat. It's only fitting that I extend your torment," he proclaimed, the gleam of sadistic pleasure evident in his eyes.

Issei then uses his dimensional inventory and pulls out a weapon he recently got.

--

Judgement Mace

Rarity: Legendary

Classification: Mace

Stats: 282 Intelligence, 267 Vitality, 208 Luck

Ability: In mace form, attacks will ignore all durability, defences and resistance and attack the soul directly. In staff form, the skull will materialise brass scales which will judge the opponent on their sins; when opponents are found guilty, the mouth of the skull will open and decide their punishment depending on the severity of the crimes, the punishment will vary.

--

This is the same weapon he got from Hades after he killed him; Issei then rushes down towards the duo of Heroes. Due to Issei's left sleeve being ripped off, Rias and the others can see Issei's left arm; his left arm has a black dragon mark; they now realise why Issei always wearing sleeved clothing and a glove on his left hand; it was to conceal that mark. They did not realise that it was a mark that formed when he re-attached Boosted Gear. Instead, they thought Issei got a tattoo.

Looking at the mark, Rias couldn't help but ask, "Issei, when did he get a tattoo?" a hint of concern in her voice.

Koneko was the first to respond, "I'm not sure, but it does explain why he always wears long-sleeved clothing", she replied in her usual stoic tone, but there was a bit of curiosity in her voice.

"I think it makes him look hotter than he already is", Akeno says with a sultry smirk.

Wide-eyed and curious, Asia examined the dragon mark on Issei's left arm. "Is that a tattoo? It looks so intricate and... mysterious," she mused, a mix of fascination and innocence in her voice.

Irina, slightly puzzled, tilted her head. "I never knew Issei was into tattoos. It's quite bold and, well, unexpected," she remarked her expression a blend of surprise and amusement.

Xenovia, always straightforward, crossed her arms and observed, "Tattoo or not, Issei's still the same person. But I have to admit, it adds a bit of mystery to his bad boy image."

As Issei descended upon Heracles and Jeanne with the newly acquired Judgement Mace in hand, the Gremory Peerage observed in awe. Issei swung the Judgement Mace with a swift motion, its power slicing through the air. Now, in its deadly form, the mace glowed with an ominous energy that seemed to foretell the impending judgment about to be unleashed.

Issei smashed the skull of the mace onto Jeanne's face, and in the same motion, he smashed it into Heracles's chest. The impact of the Judgement Mace hitting Jeanne's face and then crashing into Heracles's chest reverberated through the battlefield. The dark energy emanating from the mace intensified, casting an eerie glow on the True Devil's face.

Already weakened from the earlier onslaught, Jeanne felt the force of the attack rattling her metallic form. The Judgement Mace's ability to bypass defences and strike directly at the soul left her in a state of profound vulnerability. She coughed out a large amount of blood; the physical damage wasn't as much, yet she felt something inside her broke.

As she felt the pain from the attack, she thought, "This attack, why is it so different?! It doesn't feel like normal pain! It feels like a piece of me just broke! But I can't tell what!" she screams internally.

Heracles, enduring the blow to his chest, struggled against the overwhelming power of the Judgement Mace. Despite his resilience, the mace's ability to bypass durability proved a formidable challenge.

Heracles, also feeling the attack, had his thoughts, "What's this chilling sensation!? It's like a phantom pain coursing through my body!" he shouts in his mind.

His expression was unreadable; Issei withdrew the Judgement Mace and stepped back. Jeanne's metallic tail twitched uncontrollably, and Heracles staggered, both grappling with the aftermath of the devastating attack. Due to the soul being interfered with, Jeanne was broken out of her dragon form and back into her normal form; the armour of Holy Swords shattered from her body and disintegrated as it hit the ground.

Heracles, gritting his teeth, struggled to maintain his composure. The mace had left an indelible impact on his being, the phantom pain persisting even after the physical blow had subsided.

On the other hand, Jeanne kneeled on the ground, her form quivering. The Judgement Mace's attack had taken a toll on her physically and on a deeper, soulful level. She couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something within her had been irreversibly altered.

"Time to end this", Issei declared as the mace extended into a staff.

Issei then slams the bottom of the staff onto the ground, and suddenly, everyone in the vicinity is surrounded by darkness. As the darkness enveloped the battlefield, a sense of foreboding washed over everyone present. The oppressive aura of the Judgement Mace's power intensified, casting a shadow over the peerage and the Heroes alike.

Sensing the palpable darkness surrounding them, Rias clenched her fists in determination. "Issei, what are you doing?" she called out, her voice tinged with urgency.

Issei, his expression unreadable, remained silent as the darkness continued to spread, shrouding the battlefield in an impenetrable veil. After a while, the darkness disappears and reveals a courtroom.

The sudden transition from the chaotic battlefield to a solemn courtroom bewildered everyone. The oppressive darkness lifted, revealing a grand and imposing setting. Dark wooden panels adorned the walls, and a long, ominous aisle led to a raised platform where Issei stood, wielding the Judgement Mace, now transformed into a staff.

The Gremory Peerage and the Hero Faction were positioned as the jury, each member standing on opposite sides of the aisle. The air within the courtroom crackled with otherworldly energy, and a heavy silence hung in anticipation.

Issei is now wearing new attire to replace his ripped and tattered clothing: a formal black suit over a white shirt, a black tie, and a beige trenchcoat.

"I got new clothes? How nice," he says to himself, examining his new clothing

He then gazed down at Heracles and Jeanne, confined in dark chains. The Judgement Mace, now a staff with a skull-shaped tip, emanated an unsettling glow, its power resonating throughout the courtroom.

Rias, her brow furrowed in confusion, scanned the surroundings with apprehension and curiosity. "What... what is this place?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The courtroom features began to take shape as the others observed in stunned silence. Massive pillars rose to the ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of judgement and retribution. At the centre of the room stood a grand podium, its surface gleaming under the ambient light.

Akeno, her eyes wide with wonder, took in the sight before her. "It's like we've been transported to a different realm," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

Issei, his eyes glowing with an unholy intensity, responded with a stern tone. "Welcome to the Court of True Judgement. Here, the sins of the accused will be weighed, and their fates decided."

The peerage exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of how they had transitioned into this surreal setting. Issei, now the judge of this otherworldly courtroom, continued his proclamation.

"Jeanne, you stand accused of crimes against the natural order and the balance of the supernatural world. The Judgement Mace shall decide your fate," Issei declared, his voice echoing through the courtroom.

Heracles, bound by the dark chains, glared defiantly. "What is this mockery, Devil? We won't submit to your twisted games!"

Issei, undeterred by Heracles's defiance, raised an eyebrow at the hero's outburst. "Mockery? Twisted games? Oh, no, Heracles. This is far from a game," he retorted, his voice carrying a weight of authority.

Still reeling from the earlier confrontation, Jeanne struggled against the ethereal chains binding her. "What, what is the meaning of this courtroom? What are you planning?" she demanded, her voice laced with desperation.

Issei's expression remained stoic as he addressed Jeanne. "Your sins will be judged here, Jeanne. The Court of True Judgement will reveal the true extent of your guilt," he stated, his voice resonating with a sense of finality.

As the peerage watched in tense anticipation, the spectral scale and sword materialised in the air before Jeanne. The scale hovered ominously while the sword rested on the platform before Issei. The weight of the impending judgement hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the accused and the spectators alike.

In front of Issei, three burgundy files materialise; these files will determine the outcome of Jeanne's fate.

"These three files are three different events where the accused, Jeanne, has committed a crime", Issei declared authoritivitly

Her eyes widened with confusion and fear, and Jeanne stared at the burgundy files before her. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, and she struggled against the ethereal chains that bound her. The courtroom's atmosphere grew even tenser as Issei's judgement unfolded.

Without waiting for a response, Issei opened the first file. He scans over the file, reading its content; what was written in this file reminded Issei of the Holy Sword project.

"The first file declares that 'The Hero Faction was found to exert control over a substantial group of Sacred Gear wielders, either through coercion via abduction and subsequent brainwashing or voluntary enlistment. Numerous casualties emerged during confrontations initiated by the Hero Faction to compel these individuals into achieving Balance Breaker. Those who failed to reach this critical state were subsequently apprehended, meeting their death due to the destruction of their Sacred Gears by Ophis' serpents. Conversely, individuals who successfully attained Balance Breaker were expeditiously summoned back before being apprehended.' This information is presented as evidence in the court case, shedding light on the Faction's tactics and the consequences faced by its members." Issei reads out to the crowd.

The revelations from the first file sent ripples of shock through the courtroom. The gravity of the crimes committed by the Hero Faction unfolded, and each word of Issei's reading painted a dark picture of their actions. The Gremory Peerage, positioned as the jury, exchanged sombre glances, realising the extent of the accusations against Jeanne.

Xenovia, standing up from her seat, shouted, "The Hero Faction performed their own Holy Sword Project!" he angrily pointed towards Jeanne.

Asia, who was sitting next to her, covered her mouth with shock and sorrow; those lives were taken all because of their sacred gear, something to which she could relate. Irina, sitting on the other side of Xenovia, frowned in disappointment.

"And they call themselves Heroes", Irina mutters under her breath.

Holding the file firmly, Issei continued his stern gaze at Jeanne. "Jeanne, how do you plead to the charges presented in this file?"

Jeanne, her eyes widening in horror, stammered in response. "I... I had no choice! The Hero Faction aimed to restore justice and balance to the world. Sacrifices were necessary for the greater good!"

Issei, his gaze unwavering, raised an eyebrow at Jeanne's plea. "Sacrifices for the greater good, you say? We shall see how the Court of True Judgement views your definition of justice."

Issei then picks up the second file and opens it, reading its contents before declaring them. He realised this crime was the Kyoto event, for which he was physically there, and witnessed the entire debacle.

"This is one of your more recent crimes, this being your actions in Kyoto. 'The abduction of a prominent and influential figure within the supernatural community was orchestrated with the intent of leveraging her powers for the summoning of a colossal beast. The ultimate goal was to instil fear and chaos within the political figure's domain. This incident is presented as a crucial component of the case, underscoring the strategic and malevolent actions taken to exploit the supernatural figure's abilities for nefarious purposes.' Unlike the last one, this one has witnesses present in this courtroom, myself included," Issei states.

The weight of the second file's contents hit hard, echoing through the courtroom. As Issei read out the accusations, the memories of the chaotic events in Kyoto flashed in the minds of those who were present. The atmosphere in the courtroom became even more charged, and the Gremory Peerage, acting as the jury, paid close attention to Jeanne's reaction.

Xenovia, her expression tense, clenched her fists as she recalled the chaos in Kyoto. "I can't believe they planned all that," she muttered.

Koneko's usual stoic demeanour faltered momentarily, and she narrowed her eyes in disapproval. "Using someone's powers for chaos and fear... It's despicable," she remarked quietly.

Rias, her expression grave, exchanged a concerned glance with her peerage. "The magnitude of their actions is far worse than I anticipated," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Issei finished reading the charges from the second file, the courtroom remained silent, awaiting Jeanne's response.

Issei, his gaze fixed on Jeanne, awaited her response. "Jeanne, how do you justify your actions in Kyoto?" he inquired, his voice carrying a tone of stern authority.

Jeanne, her composure slipping, struggled to defend her actions. "I was following orders for the sake of our cause! The greater good demands sacrifice! Kyoto was a means to an end! It was a necessary step to ensure that Hero Faction's vision became a reality. The supernatural world needed a wake-up call, and we were willing to sacrifice for the greater good!"

Issei, unmoved by Jeanne's justifications, closed the second file deliberately. "Sacrifices for the greater good seem to be a recurring theme in your ideology. The Court of True Judgement shall decide if your actions align with justice or if they are nothing more than a mask for darker intentions."

Issei then picked up the third and final file, its burgundy cover containing the last set of charges against Jeanne. He opened it and began to read the contents aloud.

"The final charge presented against you, Jeanne, is the incident which is currently taking place. 'Exploited the capabilities of a dragon slayer to unlawfully appropriate the divine powers vested in a dragon god. Collaborated intimately with a known terrorist organisation to actively participate in a coordinated effort aimed at the annihilation of an entire race. Faced with imminent defeat, the defendant resorted to the morally reprehensible tactic of leveraging a hostage, specifically an innocent child, to gain a strategic advantage over their opponents.,'" Issei read.

The memories of the day's events flooded back into the minds of those present: the battles, the ambush, and the desperate struggle against overwhelming odds. The accusations laid out by Issei captured the essence of the unfolding chaos, painting a damning picture of Jeanne's involvement in the orchestrated assault.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Issei asks sternly

Jeanne's expression, defiance and desperation, met Issei's stern gaze with unwavering determination. Despite the weight of the accusations against her, she refused to back down.

"I did what I believed was necessary to achieve our goals," Jeanne responded, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "The survival of our faction, the restoration of balance... these were the driving forces behind my actions. I may have made choices others deemed questionable, but in the end, I was fighting for what I believed to be right."

Issei's gaze remained fixed on Jeanne, his expression unreadable as he processed her words. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on the courtroom, the tension palpable as everyone awaited Issei's response.

After contemplation, Issei spoke, his voice resonating with authority. "Your intentions may have been driven by what you perceived as righteousness, but the methods you employed were undeniably tainted by darkness. The Court of True Judgment will render its verdict based on the evidence presented."

With a solemn nod, Issei motioned for the Judgement Mace to begin deliberating. The spectral scale and sword floated before him, their ethereal presence casting an eerie glow over the courtroom.

The skull of the scales started to speak in an eerie and sinister voice, "Jeanne of Hero Faction, you have been accused of these crimes."

1. Abduction and Brainwashing of Sacred Gear Wielders:

- Criminal Acts: Kidnapping, Unlawful Confinement, Brainwashing

2. Sacrificing Abducted Individuals in Battle:

- Criminal Acts: Homicide, Unlawful Killing

3. Causing Deaths by Destroying Sacred Gears:

- Criminal Acts: Destruction of Property Leading to Death

4. Collaborating in Kidnapping a Political Figure:

- Criminal Acts: Conspiracy to Kidnap, Kidnapping

5. Using Kidnapped Figure's Power to Summon a Giant Beast:

- Criminal Acts: Terrorism, Unlawful Use of Supernatural Powers

6. Stealing the Power of a Dragon God:

- Criminal Acts: Theft of Supernatural Powers

7. Collaborating with Another Terrorist Organization:

- Criminal Acts: Conspiracy, Collaboration in Terrorism

8. Participating in the Eradication of an Entire Race:

- Criminal Acts: Genocide, Mass Murder

9. Using an Innocent Child as a Hostage:

- Criminal Acts: Hostage-taking, Endangerment of a Minor

The voices stated.

As the charges were laid out in a chilling recitation, Jeanne's facade of defiance began to crumble, replaced by a rising tide of panic and desperation. The weight of her crimes, presented with stark clarity by the spectral scales, pressed down upon her, suffocating her resolve.

The courtroom fell silent, the oppressive atmosphere thick with tension as Jeanne grappled with the enormity of her actions. The accusations laid bare her descent into darkness, each charge a damning indictment of her choices and their devastating consequences.

Jeanne's breath quickened, her hands trembling as she realised the gravity of her situation. The voices of the spectral scales echoed in her mind, each charge ringing with the weight of her sins.

"I... I didn't... I didn't mean for..." Jeanne's voice faltered, her words choked with emotion as she struggled to find a defence, a justification for her heinous acts.

Issei's gaze remained fixed on Jeanne, his expression stoic. He had witnessed firsthand the devastation wrought by Jeanne's actions. Now, as the Court of True Judgement judge, he was tasked with meting out justice.

"Jeanne, the evidence against you is overwhelming," Issei spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Your crimes have caused immeasurable suffering and loss. The Court of True Judgement will now deliver its verdict."

The spectral scales hovered before Jeanne, their ethereal glow casting eerie shadows across the courtroom. With a solemn nod, Issei motioned for the scales to render their judgment.

The voices of the scales resonated once more; their tone was ominous and final. "Jeanne of the Hero Faction, you have been found guilty of crimes against the natural order, the balance of the supernatural world, and the sanctity of life itself. For these sins, the Court of True Judgement decrees the following punishment."

The weight of the verdict hung heavy in the air, the courtroom tense with anticipation as Jeanne awaited her fate. Dread gripped her heart as she braced herself for the consequences of her actions, knowing that she would soon face the full extent of the Court's judgement.

Jeanne's heart pounded in her chest as she awaited the judgment that would seal her fate. The ethereal chains binding her tightened, adding to her sense of apprehension.

"The Court of True Judgment finds you guilty of the charges presented," Issei announced, his tone firm and unwavering.

Suddenly, a paper materialised in front of Issei; he picked it up and read it out loud.

"The punishment for Jeanne for her crimes is cast into a desolate dimension within the staff's skull. Her soul will be tortured for eternity, experiencing an infinite number of deaths at endless possibilities. In this desolate realm, she will face the terror she summoned upon others, haunted by the anguish cries of the souls she sacrificed and the consequences of their actions. Her soul unravels slowly, piece by piece, until she is erased from existence entirely. Throughout this eternal suffering, she will endure the pain they inflicted on innocent lives, including the child used as a hostage. This punishment encapsulates the severity and totality of her transgressions, ensuring perpetual torment and self-reflection." he says out loud.

As Issei finished reading the punishment, a chill swept through the courtroom, sending shivers down the spines of those present. The severity of the sentence weighed heavily on the atmosphere, casting a sombre pall over the proceedings.

Jeanne's eyes widened in horror as the reality of her fate sank in. The prospect of eternal torment, facing the consequences of her actions for all eternity, filled her with a primal fear, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

"No... no, this can't be..." Jeanne whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief and terror. She struggled against the ethereal chains binding her, but they held her fast, a cruel reminder of her helplessness.

"The Court of True Judgement's verdict is final," Issei declared, his voice echoing through the courtroom with an air of finality. "May this punishment serve as a warning to all who would dare to tread the path of false heroism."

"Please, there must be another way! I-I did what I thought was right!" Jeanne pleaded, desperation lacing her voice as she sought mercy.

Issei, however, remained stoic, his expression unchanged. "Your actions have consequences, Jeanne. The Court of True Judgement has rendered its decision, and the punishment is final."

Heracles, bound by the dark chains alongside Jeanne, gritted his teeth in frustration. The weight of the verdict hung heavily on his shoulders as he witnessed Jeanne's desperate plea. Despite the overwhelming evidence against her, a flicker of defiance burned in Heracles' eyes.

"Issei, you can't be serious about this punishment! There has to be another way," Heracles implored, his powerful voice echoing through the courtroom. His muscles strained against the ethereal chains, a testament to the Herculean strength that defined him.

Issei's gaze shifted towards Heracles, his expression unwavering. "Heracles, the crimes committed are severe, and the Court of True Judgement has deemed this punishment fitting. It is not my place to question the court's decision."

Heracles, unwilling to accept the verdict, roared with a primal intensity. "This is not justice! Jeanne may have made mistakes, but she can change! There must be a way to redeem her without resorting to eternal torment!"

Issei, his resolve unyielding, responded with a stern tone. "Justice is not always merciful. The consequences of our actions shape our destinies. If you truly care for Jeanne, remember her sacrifice and learn from it."

As Heracles pleaded for mercy and questioned the severity of the punishment, Jeanne's eyes darted between him and Issei. A sudden, desperate idea flickered in her mind—a way to shift the blame and potentially save herself from the eternal torment that awaited her.

"Wait! Issei, you can't ignore Heracles's involvement in the Hero Faction's actions!" Jeanne interjected, her voice rising in panic. "He was part of our plans, part of every decision we made. He's just as guilty as I am!"

Heracles, shocked by Jeanne's betrayal, struggled against the ethereal chains that bound him. "Jeanne, what are you doing? We were in this together! I never condoned the extremes you went to, but I won't throw you under the bus!"

Issei, his gaze narrowing, looked at Jeanne with suspicion and disappointment. "Jeanne, shifting the blame won't change your fate. The Court of True Judgement has already made its decision."

Jeanne, fueled by fear and desperation, pressed on with her accusations. "Heracles was aware of everything! He knew about the plans, the sacrifices, and the consequences. Don't let him escape judgment!"

As Jeanne's accusations escalated and Heracles vehemently defended his actions, the courtroom descended into a chaotic exchange of heated words. Driven by fear and desperation, Jeanne grew increasingly unhinged, her eyes wild with panic. Her pleas became more erratic, bordering on madness, as she tried to shift the blame onto Heracles.

"You knew, Heracles! You knew about everything! The sacrifices, the plans, the consequences!" Jeanne's voice reached a fever pitch, echoing through the courtroom. "Don't let him deceive you, Issei! He's just as guilty as I am! Make him face judgment!"

Heracles, his patience wearing thin, roared in frustration. "Jeanne, this is madness! I won't let you drag me down with you. I may have been part of the Hero Faction, but I never condoned your extreme methods! You're twisting the truth!"

Her desperation reached a fever pitch, and Jeanne lashed out with increasing fervour. "You're just as guilty as I am! You stood by and watched as innocent lives were sacrificed for your cause. Don't pretend to be innocent now!"

Issei sat in his seat, uninterested, picking the dirt from his nails. He wouldn't admit it, but he was enjoying these arguments. Just a moment ago, Jeanne was proud and defiant of her actions, yet when she learned of the punishment, she became so much of a coward she'd turn on her own.

The once solemn courtroom became chaotic as the verbal clash between Jeanne and Heracles escalated. Jeanne, driven by fear and desperation, continued her erratic accusations, painting Heracles as an equal accomplice to her crimes. Her words grew increasingly unhinged, bordering on madness, while Heracles, fueled by frustration, responded with rising anger.

"You can't escape judgment, Heracles! You knew, and you did nothing to stop it!" Jeanne shrieked, her voice echoing through the courtroom. The ethereal chains binding her seemed to tighten, responding to the frenzied energy in the air.

Heracles, his patience worn thin, bellowed in response. "I won't let you drag me down with you, Jeanne! I might have been part of the Hero Faction, but I never endorsed your extremes! Your accusations won't change the fact that you're responsible for your own actions!"

The tension in the courtroom reached a boiling point as the accusations flew back and forth. Jeanne's once defiant demeanour had crumbled into madness, her eyes wide with hysteria. Her voice grew shrill, each word more frenetic than the last.

"You're lying! You're lying! Heracles, you're just as guilty! You wanted power, just like the rest of us! Don't pretend you're innocent!" Jeanne shrieked, her entire body convulsing with manic energy.

Heracles, veins pulsating with anger, retorted with a thunderous roar. "I sought power to protect, not to destroy! Your actions were your own, Jeanne! Don't drag me into your madness!"

As the two continued their frenzied exchange, Issei watched with amusement and disappointment. The unravelling of Jeanne's sanity and Heracles' increasing frustration created a chaotic spectacle that even the courtroom's ominous ambience couldn't overshadow.

"If I may, there is a way to escape your sentence", Issei says uninterested too the both of them.

Issei's words cut through the chaos like a blade, drawing the attention of both Jeanne and Heracles. Despite their frenzied exchange, they turned towards him with hope and desperation, their eyes pleading for salvation from their impending fates.

"Escape our sentence? How?" Jeanne asked, her voice trembling with a newfound sense of hope amidst the turmoil.

Heracles, his expression a mix of scepticism and curiosity, eyed Issei warily. "What do you mean, Issei? Is there truly a way to avoid eternal torment?"

Issei leaned back in his seat, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Indeed, there is a way for both of you to escape your sentences," he began, his voice calm and measured amidst the chaos.

"But it won't be easy," Issei continued, his gaze shifting between Jeanne and Heracles. "You have to tell me where Cao Cao is", he ends with a sadistic smirk.

"These two are already at each other's throats; there's no way they'd try and protect their leader," he says mentally with a maniacal laugh.

Jeanne and Heracles exchanged wary glances, silent contemplation passing between them. Issei's unexpected condition torn them between their desperation to live and the loyalty they may still harbour for their fallen leader, Cao Cao.

Jeanne, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and conflict, spoke first. "Cao Cao... I... I don't know where he is, but I can tell you what he is planning. Just grant me a chance at redemption, and I'll reveal everything," she pleaded, her voice wavering with the weight of her decision.

Issei's smirk widened at Jeanne's plea, and he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on her. "Interesting," he mused, enjoying the power he held over her. "Proceed with the information, and we'll see."

Heracles, though sceptical, watched the exchange unfold. He remained silent, assessing the situation, torn between his own desire for redemption and potential loyalty to Cao Cao.

Jeanne took a deep breath, gathering herself before revealing what she knew. "Cao Cao is planning on taking the other half of Ophis. So he'll wait till she shows up again to take his opportunity to take her," she disclosed, her words laden with fear and resignation.

As Jeanne divulged Cao Cao's sinister plans, a tense silence fell over the courtroom. Issei's expression remained inscrutable as he processed the information, his mind already formulating a plan of action.

"Cao Cao seeks to claim the other half of Ophis," Issei repeated, his voice low and contemplative. "A dangerous gambit, but not unexpected."

Issei then tilted his head upwards slightly and looked up, "You hear that, Great Red? If I want a certain hero to show up, you need to use Ophis as bait", he said telepathically to Great Red, who was observing the entire situation from the dimensional gap.

In the Dimensional Gap

Great Red was a bit shocked by the fact that Issei could interact with him despite being in a completely different dimension, although he assumed it was due to the power he awakened during his fight with Hades.

Great Red chuckled at Issei's request, "Issei Hyoudou, your request amuses me. Very well, I shall converse with Ophis regarding this matter. However, ensure that the forthcoming confrontation with the Hero Faction Leader rivals the spectacle of your battle against the Greek God of the Dead. Entertain us with a finale worthy of a dragon emperor." he replies to Issei.

Back in the courtroom

Hearing Great Red's message, Issei chuckles before returning to the people before him.

The gravity of Cao Cao's ambitions weighed heavily on the minds of those present. The prospect of him obtaining the other half of Ophis filled the air with a palpable sense of unease, each person grappling with the implications of such an outcome.

"That's all I know. Please grant me the chance at redemption as you promised." Jeanne begged.

The smirk on Issei's face deepened, showing his sharp canine teeth, "Redemption? I don't remember promising you that", he says maliciously.

Jeanne's eyes widened in horror as Issei's cruel words pierced through her desperate plea. The hope that had flickered within her heart extinguished instantly, replaced by a chilling realisation of the true extent of her predicament.

"You... you promised..." Jeanne stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief and betrayal. The weight of her impending fate pressed down upon her with suffocating intensity, the cruel reality of Issei's deception crushing her spirit.

Issei's smirk widened at Jeanne's despair, relishing in her suffering as he revelled in his power over her. His eyes gleamed with malice, a predator toying with its prey.

"I promised you nothing, Jeanne," Issei declared, his voice filled with venomous satisfaction. "You were foolish to believe otherwise."

The courtroom fell silent, the air heavy with tension as Jeanne's hopes crumbled before her. Her trembling form stood as a testament to the depths of her despair, a broken soul confronted with the harsh reality of her fate.

"Issei, you can't do this! You promised her a chance at redemption!" Heracles interjected, his voice resonating with righteous indignation.

Issei shifted his focus to Heracles, his smirk transforming into a disdainful sneer. "Heracles, what gives you the audacity to make demands? You're not exempt from your own transgressions. Your destiny teeters on the edge just as much as hers does."

"Have you overlooked the facts? In this courtroom, notions of redemption hold no weight. What I offered was merely a plea deal, a chance to mitigate your sentence. Nevertheless, the consequences remain. The choice, and its subsequent evaluation of worth, ultimately rests on your shoulders," Issei says with a matter-of-fact demeanour.

Issei's casual dismissal of redemption sent a chill down Jeanne's spine, her heart sinking further into despair at the realisation that there was no escape from her fate. The weight of her sins bore down upon her with crushing force, each word from Issei serving as a cruel reminder of her own folly.

Heracles, his fists clenched in frustration, exchanged glances with Jeanne, their shared anguish mirroring each other's despair. The harsh reality of their situation hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the consequences of their actions.

"Issei, you can't just toy with us like this!" Heracles protested, his voice tinged with anger and desperation. "There has to be some way to atone for what we've done!"

Issei's smirk only deepened as he fixed Heracles with an icy stare. "Can't I? Oh, but I can, and quite effectively at that. Being a devil, we're well-versed in the art of deceit and deception. As for you, the naive Heroes, let's not forget your little experiments, your attempts at genocide, and all your other misdeeds. Do you honestly believe you have any moral high ground to criticise me while you've been committing atrocities under the guise of 'Heroism'?" he stated, his tone filled with disdain.

Heracles seethed with frustration, his face contorted with anger and shame. Issei's words struck a nerve, exposing the hypocrisy that had tainted the Hero Faction's actions under the guise of heroism.

Jeanne's heart sank as she grappled with the weight of her sins, the glimmer of hope she had clung to extinguished by Issei's cruel revelation. Her mind raced with thoughts of the lives she had harmed, the atrocities she had committed, and the futility of seeking redemption in the face of such damning condemnation.

Suddenly, another piece of paper appeared in front of Issei, this paper being Jeanne's new sentencing, which had been lightened due to her plea deal. Issei looked over at the sentence and read it before speaking.

"Damn, I can't tell whether this is worse or the original," Issei thinks with a smirk.

"This is the new sentencing for Jeanne, 'She will continue to live out her life, but every second for every day, she will be flooded with memories of the victims who suffered at her hands, feeling their pain and anguish. This punishment will continue until she dies'" Issei says as he finishes reading the new sentence.

Her eyes wide with dread, Jeanne absorbed the words of her revised fate. The prospect of living with the constant torment of reliving the suffering she had inflicted upon others cast a dark shadow over any semblance of hope that might have remained within her.

"Every second, flooded with memories of the victims..." Jeanne whispered, her voice choked with a mixture of horror and despair. The courtroom seemed to close in around her, the weight of her sins amplified by the inescapable nature of the punishment.

Issei leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The satisfaction he derived from orchestrating the twisted justice in the Court of True Judgement echoed in his eyes, a testament to his devilish delight in meting out punishment.

Heracles, witnessing Jeanne's fate, clenched his fists in anger and frustration. The air in the courtroom hung heavy with a stifling tension as the reality of their choices and consequences unfolded.

Jeanne bowed in silent resignation, her spirit broken and her hopes shattered. The ethereal chains that bound her seemed to tighten, symbolising the inescapable nature of her perpetual torment.

As Jeanne's punishment began, her screams echoed through the courtroom, a haunting symphony of agony that pierced the silence like a dagger. Her cries of anguish reverberated off the walls, filling the air with a palpable sense of despair and suffering.

Tears streamed down Jeanne's face as she curled into a tight ball on the floor, her body wracked with uncontrollable sobs. The weight of her sins bore down upon her with crushing force, each memory of the lives she had harmed searing her soul with unbearable pain.

Issei watched with a cold detachment as Jeanne's torment unfolded before him. The sight of her suffering brought him a perverse satisfaction, a twisted validation of his authority and power within the Court of True Judgement.

Heracles, his fists clenched in futile rage, could only watch helplessly as Jeanne's cries filled the courtroom. The sense of powerlessness gnawed at him, a bitter reminder of the consequences of his own actions and the futility of challenging the court's judgment.

As Jeanne's tortured cries echoed through the courtroom, the reactions of Rias, Akeno, Koneko, Asia, Xenovia, and Irina varied, each bearing witness to the consequences befalling their enemy.

Though maintaining her regal composure, Rias couldn't completely hide a flicker of sympathy in her eyes. The concept of eternal suffering, even for an adversary, tugged at her sense of empathy.

Akeno's expression remained unreadable, her violet eyes revealing little emotion. However, a subtle tension in her shoulders hinted at a complex mix of emotions hidden beneath her calm exterior.

Koneko's ears twitched as Jeanne's screams reverberated through the courtroom. Her gaze remained fixed, revealing a stoic demeanour. Yet, the intensity of her stare betrayed the impact of witnessing such a punishment.

Asia, ever the embodiment of compassion, couldn't help but flinch at the sounds of Jeanne's agony. Her hands trembled, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her dress as she grappled with the conflicting emotions of pity and a lingering sense of justice.

Xenovia's stern expression showed little mercy. She had faced formidable adversaries in the past, and witnessing the retribution Jeanne faced for her crimes elicited a resolute acknowledgment of the price one paid for one's actions.

Irina's angelic features marred by a furrowed brow couldn't conceal a hint of sorrow. The clash between her angelic nature and the satisfaction of divine justice played out in the subtle turmoil beneath her serene facade.

As Jeanne's cries echoed through the courtroom, unease settled over those present. The raw intensity of her suffering served as a chilling reminder of the consequences of their actions, a sobering reality that hung heavy in the air.

Issei's smirk widened as he watched Jeanne's torment unfold, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. To him, her suffering was a fitting punishment for her crimes, a testament to the unforgiving nature of divine justice.

As Heracles locked eyes with Issei, a profound realisation dawned upon him. The image of Issei, once perceived as a mere pervert or a naive individual, shattered before Heracles' eyes. What stood before him now was a formidable force, a ruthless tyrant who wielded power without regard for consequences or the opinions of others. No longer could Heracles dismiss him as a mere fool or an immature boy playing at heroism. Issei Hyoudou stood before him as a formidable force, a monster cloaked in human guise, wielding authority and wielding it with a chilling indifference to the suffering he inflicted.

The realisation sent a shiver down Heracles's spine, a cold knot of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He had underestimated Issei, failing to grasp the extent of his influence and the depths of his depravity. Now, as he witnessed Jeanne's torment at Issei's hands, Heracles understood the true nature of the man who held sway over the Court of True Judgement.

As Issei observed Heracles with a keen eye, he could almost predict what he was thinking, this brought a wider smirk onto his face. "The scales of justice tip in my favour, weighted by the sins of those who oppose me. Let them feel the full measure of my righteous judgment." he thought to himself.

Issei's smirk remained firmly in place, a silent testament to his satisfaction at Heracles's revelation. The fear and unease that flickered in Heracles's eyes only fueled Issei's sense of power, a reminder of the control he wielded over the fates of those who dared to challenge him.

At that moment, Heracles understood that there was no escaping the grasp of Issei Hyoudou, no hope of redemption or salvation in the face of his merciless judgment. As Jeanne's cries echoed through the courtroom, Heracles braced himself for the harsh reality of his own fate, knowing that he, too, would soon face the consequences of his actions at the hands of the tyrant who held dominion over the supernatural realm.

As the effects of the Judgement Mace wore off, the supernatural courtroom dissolved, and the setting shifted back to the city street where the intense battle had transpired. The sudden transition left everyone disoriented, their surroundings transforming from the ominous courtroom to the familiar urban landscape.

Issei stood at the centre, the remnants of his authoritative presence lingering as a palpable tension in the air. The once ethereal chains that bound Jeanne vanished, and she collapsed to the ground, still crying and screaming from the torment that was imposed on her.

Sairaorg, who hadn't been transported with the others, wondered in concern why Heracles looked morally broken, and Jeanne was having a mental breakdown. From his perspective, Issei and the others got shrouded in darkness, and they disappeared for a few minutes, only to return just now.

Rias, Akeno, Koneko, Asia, Xenovia, and Irina, who had been mere spectators in the supernatural trial, exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of emotions. The implications of Issei's newfound power and brutality in delivering justice weighed heavily on their minds.

Heracles, still grappling with the aftermath of the trial, found himself back on the city street, the echoes of Jeanne's screams echoing in his ears. He glared at Issei, recognising the formidable adversary that stood before him.

Issei looks down at his clothes, realising he can keep his new clothing, "Oh wow, I was able to keep them, how lovely", he says to himself.

Heracles looked at Jeanne's broken form; despite Jeanne trying to throw Heracles under the bus earlier, he couldn't just sit down and be a coward. He stood back up, pulled out a syringe, and injected it into his neck; aside from Issei, everyone looked towards Heracles, who was transforming into a monster.

Sairaorg clicked his tongue in annoyance as he convinced Heracles not to use the Dopping Drug, yet now, he uses such a tactic in the name of revenge. Everyone other than Issei watched the huge man, Heracles, who was a few inches taller than Sairaorg and Issei, grow in size. His muscles expanded, and his height increased from 2 meters to 3.4 meters tall.

As Heracles underwent a monstrous transformation, the city street seemed to strain against the sudden increase in his size. The ground cracked beneath his expanding form, and the air resonated with the ominous energy emanating from his newly augmented body. The once-heroic figure now stood as a towering behemoth, his features contorted with rage and determination.

Unfazed by the unfolding spectacle, Issei observed Heracles's transformation with a raised eyebrow.

[Heracles's Stats have skyrocketed!]

[All Stats have increased by 3x]

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Name: Heracles Chaos Drive Balance Breaker

Race: Human

Affiliation: Khaos Brigade (Hero Faction)

Rank: Member

Relationship: None

Type: Tank (Bruiser)

Stats:

Vitality: 276

Strength: 282

Agility: 264

Intelligence: 240

Senses: 246

Dexterity: 270

Luck: 225

Overall Power Level: 258

Abilities: Magic Resistance

Gear: Variant Detonation Sacred Gear

--

Issei's analytical gaze focused on the augmented Heracles, the stats information hovering before his eyes. Despite Heracles's newfound power, Issei's expression remained indifferent, starkly contrasting with the tension that gripped the others witnessing the unfolding transformation.

"Magical resistance? How interesting," Issei mused to himself, his gaze shifting to his left hand, remembering that he recently unlocked his own magic potential, called 'Dark Arts'.

He used this magic to destroy Hades completely, but even Issei was curious about what 'Dark Arts' really meant. His gaze shifted to the approaching Heracles, whose steps left spider web cracks in the ground, realising that he had a new power to experiment with and someone supposedly resistant to magic. A cruel idea came into his head as he combined the two ideas.

"Heracles, why don't you be a dear and stand strong? I need an indestructible target to test out my new powers," Issei says with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

Issei's sadistic request hung in the air, the glint in his eyes revealing a twisted fascination with testing his dark powers on Heracles. The surrounding spectators, including Sairaorg, Rias, and the others, watched the unfolding confrontation with anticipation and unease.