Don't Own Dxd or Terraria, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
System
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)

I quietly roll a log across the ground, frankly, it is nearly as tall as I am... not that it matters much, I suppose, considering I'm merely four feet tall.

Before me is some incredible machine of some sort.

First and foremost, it is large, sitting at around maybe five feet tall, and ten feet wide, it is also quite thick, being five feet across. It is grey in color with numerous blinking lights of many colors across it, numerous large vats across the device slowly fill and de-fill with strange liquids, one blue, one green, and one purple, at the very top is a large dome-like sphere with what looks like an entire rainbow trapped within.

The log I was pushing glows suddenly and is sucked into the machine, causing me to let out a quiet breath.

Ten hours of work all to chop down a tree, cut a section off and roll it like fifty feet.

Fucking hell.

Curse my five year old reincarnate body.

I stretch, turning away from the machine as a large see-through holographic screen opens before me.

That log... has unlocked quite a few things for me.

Some basic wooden armor for one, a helmet, some forearm guards, some shin guards, even a segmented torso plate, then I've also gained access to a table, a chair, even some wooden weapons such as a bow, a sword, a Tekko- which is basically just a Japanese variant of brass knuckles, and a bokken... which for some reason is different than a sword?

There's a bo-staff, a mallet, and- a whistle?

Wooden Whistle (Symphonic weapon)
Playing this whistle lets out a shrill note that can deal light damage to opponents. When a foe is struck, all nearby allies are granted the 'Maximum Resource 1' Empowerment for 5 Seconds that increases maximum, Mana, Stamina, and Bardic Inspiration by 5%.

I can be a bard. Interesting...

I look up into the sky and let out a quiet sigh, glancing to a Japanese pagoda-style single story house sat nearby.

My name is Dante... or rather, Subject Four hundred and Four.

Dante is my personal name. I saw the white hair and didn't like the rest of my 'family's naming sense, so I thought I might pick some powerful guns in the future and a red trench coat. Might as well call myself the 'whacky wahoo pizza man' himself instead of 'Fried', 'Seig' or 'Gurd'.

And if my blatant statement earlier didn't tip you off, I am a reincarnate.

I died in my sleep in a past life, then woke up as a literal test tube baby, some form of apparent living weapon.

I am apparently the four hundred and fourth subject within something known as the 'Sigurd Project' which is dedicated to creating as many clones of the mythical Norse legend Sigurd as possible.

Why the Catholic Church is making clones of a Norse hero, or why they even had Gram, I have no idea, but, my dear friends, that little plot thread should sound a wee bit familiar.

Dxd. I was reborn into the death world known as Dxd.

*Slprt-Schlorp-Sprrt*

Ugh. Another one.

I slowly lift a long metal rod from my back, it is about as tall as I am so it is really unwieldy.

I turn suddenly, holding the brownish rod like a spear. It appears to be made of copper and has a large purple gemstone at the tip.

A large glob of a jelly-like substance bounces into view, it is roughly the size of my entire body, so yes, quite menacing.

It jiggles for a moment.

"Back you!" I call out as I jab the rod forwards causing a purple bolt of energy to sprout from the top of the gemstone.

The purple streak of vaguely slow moving energy strikes the slime being head on, causing it to jiggle back slightly as the orb detonates upon the slime's face.

I shoot another orb that explodes on contact with the green slime, then a third that causes it to pop.

It leaves behind a little jar of green goop, seven copper coins and a crystal.

I let out a quiet sigh and shake my head.

I walk over, picking up the seven coins and the slime ooze.

I look to the last item.

Stable Ki Crystal:
The common spirits of the world reside within.

So anyways, Dxd. That doesn't really explain why I a five-year-old clone, am out in some forest, fighting to the death with slimes.

If I had to guess? Sacred gear shenanigans.

I went to sleep ten hours ago, and woke up here.

Of course, I was trying to awaken a sacred gear moments before I went to sleep as well, so probably sacred gear shenanigans.

Actually this world I have found myself in seems... vaguely familiar...

It's probably nothing.

*Clack* *Clack*

A wooden sword swishes through the air as I battle another white-haired child, we look incredibly similar, matching red eyes, same shade of hair color, albeit styled in a slightly different way. Same skin tone, wearing matching white clothes.

There is a key difference between us, however, the boy across from me has a nigh feral grin on his face as he slashes down at me repeatedly, while I keep a more reserved- and slightly bored looking expression. He also may be slightly older than I am, but I am not too sure. His 'name' implies that he was created before me, but I am unsure just how long it was.

I parry a slash here, deflect another there, it's clear at this point that while stronger than a normal five to eight year old, the boy across from me is putting about as much thought into his attacks as his appearance entails.

I swat my arm upwards suddenly, knocking his blade aside and slam the pommel of my sword into his torso.

He lets out a weak groan and staggers backwards.

"You little-"

He lunges forwards, raising the sword he is wielding above his head.

"That's enough." A voice to the side calls out.

I take three rapid hops backwards and glance to the side.

A man stands there with his arms crossed, a frown on his face, a bespectacled man in a lab coat stands beside him.

I watch the boy in front of me grip his sword tightly and raise it above his head.

The man over by the wall blurs over and chops the top of the other boy's head hard enough to drop him to the floor.

"Two-Ninety-Five." The man lowly growls. "When I give a command, you listen."

Subject two ninety five winces and slowly picks himself up off the floor. "Y-Yes sir."

'hn. I really need to work on discovering my sacred gear... if I have one, that is... I hope I have one... if I don't, I'll be shit out of luck for what's to come.'

"Four-Zero-Four, you have inherited Sigurd's innate swordplay. Continue to polish it."

I nod once.

"Both of you. Return to your rooms." He commands.

I turn walking over to the sword rack nearby and placing my sword upon it, then I leave the room.

I sit up with a gasp, eyes darting around my surroundings.

'what the- oh... I'm back here again...'

And I didn't remember it when I woke up this morning.

"Shit." I quietly curse. "If I don't remember anything, what's the damned point?!"

"This is totally my Sacred Gear, isn't it?" I question slowly as I get to my feet.

Maybe there will come a point in time where I will remember, so I might as well work with what I've got.

I look over the surroundings, taking stock of everything that I have currently.

I have my magic staff, I have a copper short sword in my house over there, alongside a copper axe and a copper pickaxe.

There was a cave I saw from where I was chopping that tree... I could always go and explore that!

Fuck it! I crave adventure! Being locked within the church for the past five years has been extremely dull.

I rush over to my house, grab the copper pickaxe and rush into the great unknown... with merely a magic stick as a defense!

"Ah fuck it's dark in here." I whisper to myself as I narrow my eyes, straining them in the darkness as I slowly creep across mossy rocks and loose clumps of dirt.

Luckily the large copper stave in my hand seems to channel a dim purple light when I infuse it with mana.

Flecks of glinting metal line certain parts of the wall, the true colors of each remaining unknown as everything is tinted in a purple light.

My eyes snap over to a large rectangular object before me.

"Oh?"

I wander over silently, staff glowing brightly.

"What's this? A chest?"

My hands drift to the lid and fling it open a moment later.

I glance down inside of it.

Blowpipe:
A long reed pipe that allows you to shoot seeds of numerous types with surprising force. Each 'special' seed has its very own effect when striking a foe.
This can also be used with darts.

I silently stare at the reed for a long moment.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Aim at the target Four-Zero-Four." The man commands.

I hold a gun in both hands as I look down range, a frown on my face.

I quietly wait.

"What? Are you waiting for permission? Shoot already!" The man snaps.

I pull the trigger, not earning an explosion like I expected, but a dull 'Ftwap' as the BB gun fires.

The small round pellet I shot strikes the target's center, slightly to the right of the perfect middle.

I fire thrice more, getting roughly around the same position.

"Hn. A little off target. Work on it." The man demands.

I don't say anything at all quietly seething in pure silence.

'Ooooh I am going to kill this bastard one day. I seriously doubt that you of all people can make comments like that? Oh? This is the first time you shot a gun ever? Better do it perfect next time.'

I think I understand why Freed became a murderous psychopath and why Siegfried wants to perform mass genocide of the supernatural variety.

First off, when making well-adjusted individuals, you should TREAT THEM LIKE ACTUAL PEOPLE!

It's not going to come as a surprise when I snap.

I blink as I look around my surroundings. 'wh- oh. Right. Back here...'

I let out a quiet sigh as I approach the house in the distance.

It has been about two years since I have been getting pulled into this realm.

I have accomplished nothing...

Well, maybe just a little, but nothing in the grand scheme.

I've mined a couple veins of ore, found a few more chests, basic stuff.

I've also figured something out...

WOW dying is painful.

Er, rather, different levels of painful.

Drowning is by far the worst, second only to being eaten by a slime the size of a horse.

Some are quite tame, finding a gold chest in the dark, walking over and opening it, only for teeth to sprout around the rim and promptly bite off the top half of your torso. That one was actually fairly painless, thankfully.

Actually...

My eyebrow twitches.

I have spent the last few days going after that bastard.

The damned chest.

A Mimic.

It's surprisingly swift when wants to be, propelling itself with tentacles that sprout from its underside, in addition those limbs can cause it to leap incredible distances.

My fight with it is basically the equivalent of a human with a gun fighting a werewolf.

There's a method to my madness.

Monsters in this world have been proven to drop loot.

Slimes drop condensed highly flammable slime and sometimes other goodies which they have eaten, bats- for some reason- drop a Rabies shot... Zombies in the night drop a myriad of objects ranging from shackles to blood.

Then the flying eyeballs drop lenses.

It's all pretty weird, but this has helped me figure out that this world functions sort of like a game.

At first, the deaths unsettled me, but after a while? It's sort of just become natural.

I grab the copper staff from my back and turn on my heel with a grin.

That chest fucker has been slowly growing weaker. I can feel it. The scuff marks on its normally spotless body, the slight sluggishness of its leaps, when I first started flinging myself at it, I couldn't dodge it after it started leaping... now? I can manage to completely dodge its flying bite-tackle... only to get skewered on its tentacles as it turns the tips into scythe blades like this is some form of Parasyte rip off.

With great haste I make it to the cave, trekking through the dark pathways.

After around thirty minutes I make it to a large clearing, numerous blood splatters litter the floor, walls, and even the ceiling. At the center of the large dome-like room... sits a simple chest concealed by darkness.

A bolt of energy is shot from the staff as I flick it downwards, the orb slowly crosses the distance between the end of the staff and my target in roughly a second, it crashes against the wooden outside, causing it to crumple slightly, the chest's lid slams open as it lets out a horrifying shriek, teeth extending around the rim as a long tongue lashes around inside.

It leaps forwards suddenly as I hold up the staff.

Another bolt of purple energy strikes the chest, mid-air, halting its momentum somewhat, as it touches the ground again, it is hit by a third, blood begins flowing through numerous cracks in its wooden exterior.

Tentacles sprout from the bottom of the chest as they whip and wobble across the cave floor, propelling it towards me.

It is hit by a fourth bolt, the orb of purple magic causing a deep crater to form in its chest hide.

That last blow causes it to lurch back, tentacles flailing wildly as it falls onto its back.

Another shot to the underside causes all of the tentacles to extend and stiffen...

It suddenly falls limp, lid falling open.

Numerous items spill from its mouth as it lays there, prone.

Another shot for good measure doesn't make it so much as twitch.

With great caution I approach its prone form, looking over the items.

*Schlorp*

I hear the sound of a slime bouncing into the cave from one of the many side paths, with the lighting of the cave, it's impossible to get a real read on where it is as it's likely one of those nearly see-through grey ones.

Good luck seeing something that is transparent in the dark that is the same color as everything fucking else in this cavern!

I lunge forwards, scooping up all of the items dropped by the Mimic, then turn on a dime and rush back the way I came.

I kneel on the mat-like floors of my house.

It looks a little messy, there's a blood splatter on the tatami mats, and what was once a window has been boarded up after it had been broken.

Yeaaah that blood moon from a year back was fucking crazy. I didn't even get anything good. A zombie horde the size of an army showed up started beating on my door- which I had barricaded with a chair and table- only for a large sack of flesh to crash through the glass window, thus allowing a location for zombies to climb through and maul me.

Ah well, that was a long time ago.

I am still prepared for a blood moon to happen at any time, though...

I drop my new items on a large table with a grin.

The spoils of war! A month of effort and I finally killed that bastard tormenting me! That means I can go deeper into the caverns if I wanted to!

Anyways, first and foremost, the gold... I got an astounding SIX gold from killing it! That's enough to buy basically ANYTHING I want from that vending machine by the strange rainbow machine!

That's enough to buy a mining helmet... and still have some money left over.

I shake my head and look to the other objects, buying stuff from the vending machine can wait.

The items I have found before me seem to be quite the haul! The first, is a strange red stone, the next, a book, then two gauntlets which look like they go together, and finally a cross necklace.

Let's start with the cross and work out way back!

Cross Necklace:
A simple cross necklace that protects you from harm. Whenever you are struck with the intent to harm, a holy shield of light surrounds you, helping you defend against any additional attacks that happen in the next 5 seconds.
A necklace that protects me... but it only functions on attacks made after the first attack, making it useless against sneak attacks. It also doesn't completely defend, merely 'help'. I guess five seconds of pseudo-immortality is useful. It could save my life potentially, plus this cross is small enough and inconspicuous enough that I could wear it basically anywhere.

Next I glance to the two gauntlets.

Dual Hookshot:
Gauntlets that shoot out two different colored hook shots that can pull enemies towards you and pull you towards large objects, please note that larger enemies will more than likely have you pulled towards them.

Oh! This is actually pretty useful! I could use it to get out of some holes in the cave!

There were some spots in the cave I didn't explore because I wasn't sure how I'd get back up. I was forced to follow the 'main path' which led me to the mimic.

I look to the book.

Tome of Magic Dagger:
A spell tome that teaches you how to use your mana to create a dagger made of golden energy, it deals quite a lot of damage and even retains its form when thrown.

"Oh great, another thing to learn." I sigh as I shake my head, grabbing the book and sitting it atop the pile of other books I have. Some far thinner than others.

I stretch my arms above my head as I let out a yawn, looking to the final object, the red stone.

Philosopher's Stone:
By merely touching this stone you feel cleansed and healthy, while having this item on your person, the duration of your 'potion sickness' you gain after drinking a healing potion is reduced by 25%. In addition, if you were to crack this stone open and make use of the powder within, you would be able to transform a tremendous amount of matter into solid gold, or create a potion which instantly heals a target, regenerating limbs, removing curses, and rendering the drinker immune to death via aging. In addition, it also restores the drinker completely to their prime.

Annnnd just like that I became one of the most valuable people in the world.

This sacred gear is CLEARLY Longinus level... to randomly give me something like this from defeating a MERE mimic?

I mean, said mimic did take literally a month and a little over thirty lives to kill, but at the same time, who cares? I'll genocide the Mimic race if I could get a few more of these!

The only issue I have come to... is that... I don't remember this when I wake up...

How do I pull this item out of here without knowing it exists in the first place? What's the point of my sacred gear if I can never pull items out of here? To give me a bunch of mental trauma?

I blink as a blue holographic screen appears before me.

Note: If you wish to progress, it is suggested that you defeat bosses. The first boss in your progression is 'The Grand Thunder Bird' of the desert.

"Hn? That's... curious..."

I suppose I should begin to study my books, then.

I place the red gemstone the size of a fist atop a nearby counter, placing it right beside an orange sphere with four stars- yes, that's a dragon ball. Another thing i need to be looking out for in this world.

"Alllright, which one first?"

I read the titles of each book.

"Ki Control for Dummies" "Energy Waves and You" "Ki Blast Basics" "Ki Beams and their Utilities in Daily Life."

Finally, the book that was just added to the pile, 'Magical Dagger'

There's really only two options. Ki Control for dummies and Magical Dagger. All of the others require me to know how to control Ki already.

And yes, Ki... from Dragon Ball Z. I can use that as well, apparently.

Or, well, I could if I sat down and actually tried reading the book.

I tap my chin and frown.

Actually, these magical skills could potentially be used outside provided I remember that I learned them...

I let out a low hum and grab the magical dagger spell book.

"Might as well~" I hum as I open it and begin slowly reading. "I'll deal with the great thunder whatever after learning from these books."

A wooden sword cracks as I deflect a slash to the side, with a small spin, I hear the tensing of a finger on a trigger, causing me to suddenly lunge to the side, avoiding a pellet from a paint gun that splatters across the torso of the young girl in front of me.

I hop up, lashing out with a kick that sends the pistol held behind me flying from the white haired boy's hand, I spin through the air, pointing my offhand backwards and fire two shots, the first striking the boy's upper torso, and the second around his lower left ribs.

"That's Enough." A voice calls out, causing us all to lower our weapons. "Four Zero Four has 'killed' you all."

"Once more Four Zero Four continues to show incredible promise." A nasally sounding voice begins from the side, I glance over to a person whose appearance oozes the word 'scientist'. He stands right by the man who has earned all of my annoyance. The trainer where nothing is 'good enough'. Always finding something to bitch and moan about. However. He is perhaps more lenient with me as I never talk back and am quick to learn. "At this rate he might even surpass subject one."

I can feel the slightly older teen behind me silently glaring at my open back.

He loathes me.

He suddenly rushes forwards a fist drawn back.

"Two ninety five!" Our trainer snaps.

My elbow comes up and smashes into the boy's nose before our teacher can even approach.

His nose crunches on contact as he staggers back slightly.

I turn and shoot him twice in the stomach, then once in the forehead.

"..."

"Dead. Dead and Dead." The trainer sighs, rubbing his forehead.

He falls onto his butt, paint dripping down his forehead as a sickly red mark begins forming on his bare skin.

Our teacher- who i refuse to learn the name of- sharply inhales then exhales. "It was bound to happen at some point... Two Nine Five this is a result of your own actions... It was only a matter of time until one of the other Sigurds put you in your place. You should be more like Four Zero Four. Calm. Collected. With less childish rage... he is four years younger than yourself, yet you do not see him gritting his teeth and stomping at every single small annoyance we place in his way. Grow up. Be Better."

The teen on the floor grits his teeth, blood dripping down his mouth from his broken nose.

I'd be mad too if I was eleven and got my ass beat by a seven-year-old.

"Two Nine Five, you are to receive mandatory training. As you currently respond to even the smallest slight with violence with a mouth that would cause even a sailor to blush. That is not acceptable as a member of the church." The priest declares.

Waiiiit...

IS THIS FREED SELLZEN?!

Just something from FFN that I'm moving over (Yes, that means I'm more or less working on it, but I don't have an entire complete new chapter done yet)