Chapter 1: A New Beginning
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Ddraig"
"Red"
Maybe he shouldn't complain, but Issei Hyoudou couldn't help but feel like life had dealt him a mildly unlucky hand. At just 10 years old, Issei already had his share of challenges. On one hand, he was beginning to develop the early inklings of what could only be described as "perverted tendencies"—a source of endless exasperation for his parents. On the other hand, he wasn't exactly swimming in friends, often feeling like a lone kid adrift without a clear sense of direction or purpose.
And now, here he was, sitting in the back seat of his parents' modest Toyota Yaris as they drove home from what was supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach. The outing hadn't gone as planned. In fact, for the Hyoudou family, it had turned into something of a nightmare.
The day had started off well enough. The sun was shining, the waves crashing softly, and families dotted the shoreline with laughter and joy. But trouble came quickly—as it often did with Issei. Not long after they arrived, Issei's ever-curious nature got the better of him. Spotting something—or more likely, someone—that piqued his interest, he wandered off without a second thought.
His parents barely had time to notice he was gone before a piercing scream echoed across the beach. Whipping around, they were met with a sight that made their blood run cold: there was Issei, his tiny hand planted firmly on the chest of a sunbathing woman. Her horrified expression matched that of her equally furious boyfriend standing nearby.
Time seemed to freeze as the moment sunk in. For Issei's parents, the embarrassment was immeasurable. They rushed over, stammering apologies and bowing profusely while dragging their wayward son away from the scene. The next 10 minutes were a blur of frantic explanations and increasingly strained apologies, their mortification growing with every second.
The woman and her boyfriend, though visibly upset, eventually accepted their apologies, albeit reluctantly. Still, the damage was done. The Hyoudou family made a hasty retreat, leaving the beach far earlier than intended and with their dignity in tatters.
And that's where Issei found himself now, slumped in the back seat of the Yaris. His parents hadn't said a word since they left the parking lot, their silence a mix of lingering humiliation and simmering frustration. Issei stared out the window, pretending to watch the trees blur past but knowing full well he was in deep trouble when they got home.
He might not have understood everything about life at his age, but even Issei knew one thing for sure: the Hyoudou family wouldn't be returning to that beach anytime soon.
Unfortunately for the Hyoudou family, their day was about to take a horrifying turn. As their Toyota Yaris approached a busy intersection, the light turned green, and they proceeded through it as any driver would. None of them noticed the other vehicle barreling toward them, ignoring the glaring red light.
For Issei, one moment he was anxiously dreading the scolding he'd face at home, and the next, chaos erupted. A deafening impact, the shattering of glass, and the violent lurch of the car threw everything into disarray. His world flipped, both literally and figuratively.
When his eyes fluttered open moments later, his body felt heavy, his mind swimming in a strange fog. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, and warm droplets trailed down his face from a gash above his brow. He blinked slowly, the scene around him coming into focus.
The Yaris was a crumpled mess, its once-compact frame twisted and mangled from the collision. The front seats held his parents, both bruised and battered, with small cuts adorning their faces. His mother's voice broke through the haze, high-pitched and panicked, her screams reverberating around the cabin. His father was more composed, though his face was drawn with shock and desperation as he shoved uselessly at his door. The impact on the driver's side had caved it in, leaving no escape route for either him or Issei.
ssei shifted slightly, wincing at the sharp pain that radiated through his body. His left side throbbed, and a quick glance revealed blood soaking through his pants and pooling beneath his leg. His arm wasn't faring much better, the deep gash oozing crimson despite his half-hearted attempt to press against it. Outside his shattered window, a scene of devastation unfolded.
Several other cars lay in various states of ruin, some barely recognizable. Bystanders screamed and scrambled to help, their frantic movements reflected in the jagged shards of glass that framed Issei's view. Some vehicles had passengers trapped inside, their desperate cries piercing the air as they pounded against their doors and windows.
Issei's breathing slowed, his vision narrowing as his strength ebbed with each passing second. The weight of exhaustion bore down on him, but the pain seemed distant, as though his mind was retreating from it. Should he call for help? Cry out for someone to save him? The thought crossed his mind but felt strangely unimportant.
A sudden, louder scream jolted him, and his gaze shifted to his mother, who was now staring at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. Her attention locked on his injuries, and her panic intensified. His father, abandoning his futile struggle with the door, twisted in his seat to reach for him.
"Hold on, Issei!" his father yelled, his voice trembling with urgency. He passed back a piece of fabric—Issei couldn't tell what it was—and gestured for him to use it to staunch the bleeding. Issei clumsily pressed it against his wounds with his trembling right hand, but it was no use. The fabric turned red almost instantly, unable to stem the flow.
His parents' voices grew louder, their faces etched with anguish as they called his name repeatedly. Issei blinked at them, his vision blurring. His mother's sobs mixed with his father's desperate shouts.
"You don't give up on me, son!" his father's voice cracked, his tone fierce in a way Issei had never heard before. His hands clawed at the seatbelt, trying to free himself, but the twisted metal made his movements clumsy and frantic. "It won't end like this!"
Issei's lips twitched as though to reply, but no sound came out. The world around him grew darker, the chaos fading into muffled echoes as unconsciousness claimed him. The last thing he saw was his father's face, stricken with determination and terror, refusing to let go.
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Issei Hyoudou woke with a jolt, his heart pounding in his chest. Expecting the sterile, fluorescent-lit confines of a hospital or the cramped wreckage of his family's Toyota, he was instead greeted by a sight so alien it rendered him speechless.
All around him stretched an endless expanse of swirling red and black particles, their chaotic dance stretching as far as the eye could see. The particles shimmered and flickered, creating a mesmerizing, otherworldly glow that seemed to hum with life. For most people, waking up in such a surreal place would inspire awe, confusion, or even terror. But for Issei, it was none of these things.
He wasn't in a bed. He wasn't with his parents. And he didn't know what was happening.
Tears welled up in his wide, scared eyes, and the weight of the situation crashed down on him. He was just a ten-year-old boy—confused, frightened, and desperately wanting the safety of his family. As reality sank in, Issei did the only thing a boy his age could do in a moment like this. He cried.
The sound of his sobs echoed strangely in the void, as though the swirling particles themselves were absorbing the sound. He cried for his parents, who he hoped were okay. He cried for the pain and terror of the crash, which still lingered like a phantom. And, most of all, he cried because he wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
After what felt like an eternity, his sobs quieted to sniffles, and he wiped at his tear-streaked face with a trembling hand. Slowly, hesitantly, he began to take in his surroundings again. The swirling red and black particles were captivating in their chaotic beauty, but they offered no answers.
"Is this… Heaven?" he asked in a shaky, uncertain voice.
His words hung in the air, unanswered. He looked around, half-expecting an angel to descend or a voice from the void to offer some sort of explanation. But nothing happened. He was alone, surrounded by the endless, shifting expanse.
"Mom…? Dad…?" he tried again, his voice barely above a whisper. Still, no response came.
The silence was deafening, but something about the particles shifted, subtly at first. The swirling patterns began to coalesce, their chaotic movements giving way to a strange sense of order. A faint rumble resonated through the space, low and deep, like a growl at the edge of hearing.
Issei's tear-filled eyes widened, and he froze in place, his small hands clenched into fists. Whatever this place was, he wasn't alone anymore. Something was here, and it was watching him.
Out of the swirling red-black void, a massive figure began to emerge. At first, Issei could only make out a faint outline, but as it moved closer, its true form came into view—a dragon. A colossal, awe-inspiring dragon, unlike anything Issei could have ever imagined in his wildest dreams.
Its body was covered in shimmering crimson scales that gleamed like molten metal, each one edged with golden accents. Spikes of red and gold adorned its back and tail, catching the dim, shifting light of the realm. Its long neck arched gracefully, and a pair of piercing emerald-green eyes locked onto Issei, radiating an ancient and formidable intelligence.
Issei's jaw dropped as the sheer size of the dragon became apparent. It was impossibly large, dwarfing anything he had ever seen before, and its presence was overwhelming. Despite the immense fear creeping up his spine, Issei's ten-year-old brain latched onto the first thought that came to mind.
"G-God…?" he stammered, his voice trembling as he stared up at the enormous creature.
For a moment, the dragon simply looked at him with its piercing, unblinking eyes. Then, to Issei's utter shock, the dragon's mouth curled into a grin, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. That grin quickly turned into a booming, thunderous laugh that shook the very ground beneath Issei's feet.
"God?! That's the first time any of my hosts have called me that!" the dragon roared with laughter, his voice echoing through the strange realm like a rumbling storm.
Issei's confusion only deepened. The creature was talking to him. Its voice was deep, ancient, and powerful, resonating with an authority that made Issei's knees weak. Yet, there was something else in its tone—a touch of amusement, as if it were enjoying the situation.
"That's the respect I deserve!" the dragon said, still chuckling to itself. Its grin widened as it studied Issei with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I wish more of my hosts were like that."
"Hosts?" Issei repeated, his confusion mounting. He took a hesitant step back, his young mind struggling to comprehend the sheer absurdity of what was happening. The dragon wasn't just a mindless beast—it was intelligent, it was talking, and apparently, it had some sort of history with people like him.
he dragon tilted its massive head slightly, as if amused by Issei's reaction. "You've got questions, don't you, kid?" it rumbled, lowering its head closer to Issei. The swirling particles seemed to react to the dragon's movement, shimmering brighter as if drawn to its power.
Issei nodded, still too stunned to speak.
"Good," the dragon said with a toothy grin. "Because I've got answers. Welcome to your new reality, kid. I'm Ddraig, the Welsh Dragon, the Red Dragon Emperor, and your Sacred Gear. And you? You're my latest host."
As the dragon's booming declaration echoed around him, Issei stood frozen, his young mind struggling to process the gravity of what he had just heard. The enormity of Ddraig's presence, both physically and in sheer authority, left him awestruck. The swirling particles of the strange realm seemed to shimmer in rhythm with the dragon's energy, amplifying its magnificence.
For a long moment, Issei could only stare. Then, in a voice that was shaky but carried the earnestness of a bewildered ten-year-old, he asked, "Host? Why me? I'm just a kid. Just… a normal ten-year-old kid."
Ddraig tilted his massive head, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded the boy before him. The humor in his expression softened, replaced by something far more thoughtful. His great maw opened, and his voice, though still powerful, carried a gentler tone this time.
"Why you?" Ddraig repeated, as if tasting the question. "That is the eternal question, isn't it? Why me? Why now?" His emerald eyes gleamed like molten fire as he continued, "But I'll tell you something, kid: the Sacred Gear doesn't choose randomly. It chooses those who have the potential to wield it—the strength, the spirit, the will to endure the burden."
Issei blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "But… I don't feel strong. I'm just me. I mess up all the time. I got us kicked off the beach today for being stupid." His voice cracked, frustration and self-doubt seeping into his words.
Ddraig let out a low rumble, a sound that was neither laugh nor growl, but something in between. "Strength isn't about muscles or being perfect, kid. Strength is in the heart, in the fire that refuses to be snuffed out, no matter what. You think I care about some little mistake? No. What I see in you is something more—a spark, a glimmer of something untamed and unyielding. That's why you were chosen."
Issei frowned, his young face scrunching up as he tried to make sense of the dragon's cryptic words. "So… I have potential?" he asked hesitantly.
Ddraig's grin returned, sharp and almost predatory. "More than potential, boy. You have the makings of something great. But potential means nothing if you don't work for it. Power isn't given freely—it's earned, forged through trial and fire."
Issei swallowed hard, feeling both overwhelmed and oddly encouraged by Ddraig's words. He glanced down at his small hands, the enormity of what was being thrust upon him beginning to sink in.
"But I'm just a kid," he said again, more quietly this time.
"Everyone starts somewhere," Ddraig said, his voice now carrying a strange, almost fatherly warmth. "Even I was once a hatchling, believe it or not. The question isn't your age or where you're starting—it's how far you're willing to go. And I'll be here to guide you. Together, we'll see what kind of dragon you can become."
Issei looked up at the great dragon, his fear slowly giving way to a flicker of determination. "A dragon, huh?" he murmured, his voice trembling but tinged with curiosity.
"A dragon," Ddraig confirmed, his grin widening. "And not just any dragon. You're the Red Dragon Emperor, Issei Hyoudou. And your story starts now."
Issei took a deep breath, his young heart pounding in his chest. Despite the overwhelming circumstances, he felt a spark of something new—a sense of purpose he couldn't yet put into words.
As Issei's thoughts began to settle, he couldn't help but glance around once more at the swirling red-black expanse surrounding him. The realization that he was standing in a place so far removed from anything he'd ever known sent a fresh wave of confusion through him. He looked up at Ddraig, the dragon's towering presence still overwhelming, and hesitated before voicing the questions swirling in his young mind.
"This… place," he began, gesturing vaguely at the infinite swirl of particles, "What is it? Where even am I? And… where are my parents?" His voice wavered on the last part, his concern for his family finally breaking through the awe and confusion.
Ddraig regarded him for a moment, his emerald eyes softening just slightly. "You're not dead, if that's what you're thinking," he said, his tone calm but firm. "Your body is alive and well—though a bit battered, I won't lie. What you're experiencing right now is the realm of your mind, your inner world. This is where I reside, within the Sacred Gear."
"My… mind?" Issei repeated, glancing around the surreal landscape with a mixture of wonder and skepticism. "So, this isn't real?"
"It's as real as it needs to be," Ddraig replied with a low rumble that might have been amusement. "Think of it as a space where we can communicate. No matter where you are or what's happening, this place will always be here. And as long as you carry the Sacred Gear, I'll be here too."
Issei frowned, his young face scrunching in concentration as he tried to process the information. "So, you mean… I can talk to you? Whenever I want?"
"Precisely," Ddraig said, his tone almost proud. "No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you'll never be alone. If you need guidance or power, I'll be here."
The reassurance brought a surprising wave of relief over Issei, easing some of the tension that had been gripping his small frame. While the idea of a giant dragon living inside his head was still bizarre, the thought of never truly being alone was oddly comforting. Especially for a kid who never really had many friends.
"But… my parents," he said again, his voice quieter this time. "Are they okay? What about the accident?"
Ddraig's expression turned somber, his massive head lowering slightly. "Your parents survived the crash with only minor injuries," he said carefully, as though choosing his words with great care. "They're worried about you, of course, but they'll see you again soon. You've got a strong family, kid."
Issei let out a shaky breath, his heart easing at the news. "So… I'll wake up?"
"You will," Ddraig confirmed. "But before that, you and I have some things to discuss. The world isn't the same as it was before you awakened me, Issei Hyoudou. Your life is going to change in ways you can't even imagine. And you'll need to be ready for it."
Issei looked up at the massive dragon, the weight of those words settling on him like a heavy blanket. Despite his young age, he could feel the enormity of what Ddraig was saying.
"But for now," Ddraig continued, his tone softening, "rest easy knowing this: you're not alone. You've got me, and you've got your family waiting for you. Whatever challenges come, we'll face them together."
The swirling particles of the strange realm seemed to glow faintly, reflecting the embers of determination beginning to spark in Issei's heart. He didn't have all the answers yet, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he had a path to follow—and someone to guide him along the way.
Ddraig and Issei spent a little more time talking, with the young boy asking questions about what his life would be like now and what he should expect moving forward. The dragon answered patiently, offering reassurance and wisdom that only an ancient being could provide. Ddraig's deep, steady voice was a balm to Issei's frayed nerves, grounding him in this strange new reality.
Eventually, Ddraig rumbled, "You've got a lot to learn, but don't worry—we'll take it one step at a time. For now, rest. Your body needs time to recover, and your parents are waiting for you."
Issei nodded, a spark of determination lighting in his chest despite the overwhelming circumstances. As the swirling red-black expanse around him began to fade, Ddraig's parting words echoed softly in his mind: "Remember, from now on out, you're never alone."
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When Issei awoke, it was to the sterile hum of hospital equipment and the faint scent of disinfectant. His eyes fluttered open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light above him. For a moment, he lay still, disoriented, before he began to take in his surroundings. The plain white walls, the faint beep of machines, and the thin hospital blanket draped over him all confirmed it: he was in a hospital room.
The realization hit him like a tidal wave. He was alive.
But there was no one else in the room. His parents weren't by his side, and the absence sent a pang of worry through him. He shifted slightly, testing his body's mobility. Pain flared in his arm and side, but nothing unbearable. The motion, however, caused one of the machines next to him to emit a sharp beep.
Before he could fully process what was happening, the door swung open, and a doctor rushed in, clipboard in hand. The man, wearing a white coat and a concerned expression, approached Issei with a reassuring smile.
"Ah, you're awake," the doctor said gently, checking the monitors and then looking down at Issei. "Take it easy, son. You've been through a lot."
"Where… where are my parents?" Issei croaked, his voice hoarse from disuse.
The doctor's smile widened. "They've been waiting for you to wake up. I'll call them now. Just hang tight."
The doctor stepped out briefly, leaving Issei alone with his thoughts for a moment. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. The memories of the crash, the strange meeting with Ddraig, and everything that had happened in his mind came flooding back. It was surreal, almost too much to believe—but the faint warmth in his chest, the presence of Ddraig, told him it was all real.
Moments later, the door burst open, and his parents rushed in, their faces a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion. His mother reached him first, throwing her arms around him and holding him tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh, Issei! Thank God you're okay!" she sobbed, her voice thick with emotion.
His father followed close behind, placing a hand on Issei's shoulder, his own eyes misty. "You scared us, son. I'm so glad to see you are awake."
The warmth of their embrace, their presence, and their love washed over Issei like a wave, grounding him in reality. For a moment, he let himself sink into the comfort of their arms, feeling more grateful than he ever had before.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt at ease. However in the back of his mind, he knew that his journey was just beginning. The world outside this hospital room was far larger and more dangerous than he'd ever imagined.
The night at the hospital was tense but also strangely comforting for Issei. Despite the deep cut on his leg and the significant blood loss he'd suffered in the crash, the doctors marveled at his resilience. One particularly astonished physician had commented, "You must have had an angel looking over you to have survived losing so much blood."
Issei had laughed inwardly at the irony of that statement. 'If an angel is a giant red dragon, then yeah, sure,' he thought but wisely kept the remark to himself.
His parents, however, were far from amused by the situation. Their worry for their son was palpable as they refused to leave his side even for a moment. They spent the night in the uncomfortable hospital chairs, his mother draping a blanket over her shoulders while his father leaned back awkwardly in another chair. Issei, despite his discomfort, felt a swell of gratitude for their presence.
The nurses came in periodically to check his vitals, ensuring there were no complications from the blood loss or the injuries he'd sustained. Each time, his parents watched anxiously, their eyes darting between Issei and the monitors as if willing everything to be fine.
By morning, the doctors gave Issei the all-clear to be discharged. His injuries would take time to heal, especially the deep gash on his leg, and he was strictly instructed to avoid putting any weight on it. His leg was carefully bandaged, and he was sent home with a pair of crutches and a list of instructions for his recovery.
The Hyoudou family had arranged for a rental car, their original vehicle completely totaled during the crash. The drive home was much quieter than usual. Issei's father, normally relaxed behind the wheel, drove with an almost exaggerated caution, especially at intersections. Every time they approached one, he double-checked for oncoming traffic, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel.
Issei, sitting in the backseat, felt the tension radiating from both his parents. His mother kept turning to look at him, as though needing constant reassurance that he was really there. Issei gave her a small, reassuring smile whenever their eyes met, but the events of the past day lingered heavily in his mind.
When they finally arrived home, his father parked the car carefully, and his parents wasted no time helping him out. His mother gently took his crutches while his father lifted him out of the seat, being careful of his injured leg. Together, they guided him into the house and up the stairs to his room.
"Careful now," his mother murmured, her voice a mix of concern and relief.
"You don't need to worry about a thing, son. Just focus on resting," his father added, his tone firm but kind.
Once he was settled into his bed, propped up with pillows and blankets tucked around him, Issei sighed. The familiar surroundings of his room were a comfort, but his mind couldn't help but drift back to the strange events that had unfolded.
As his parents busied themselves downstairs, murmuring about making something for him to eat, Issei stared at the ceiling. His mind wandered back to the fiery red dragon he had encountered in the strange realm of his subconscious. The warmth in his chest—a subtle reminder of Ddraig's presence—was a constant nudge that he wasn't alone anymore. Deciding he had too many unanswered questions, he closed his eyes and asked, "Ddraig, can I ask you something?"
Ddraig's deep, rumbling voice responded almost immediately, a sound both ancient and comforting. "Of course. What troubles you?"
"Well, uh," Issei began, stumbling over his words, "I don't really understand what a Sacred Gear is. You said I have one, but… what does that even mean?"
"Ah, a good question," Ddraig said, his tone shifting to one of teaching. "Sacred Gears, also known as God's Artifacts, are powerful tools created by the God of the Bible. They were bestowed upon humans to grant them abilities far beyond what is natural. These artifacts serve as a balance in the world of the supernatural, giving ordinary humans the potential to stand toe-to-toe with beings like Devils and Angels.
Issei sat up slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Wait, so God just handed out these superpowers to random people? Why?"
"To give humanity a fighting chance in the supernatural world," Ddraig explained. "God was wise and foresaw that humans would inevitably interact with beings far stronger than themselves. Sacred Gears were His way of ensuring that humans could protect themselves and influence the world.
"Whoa…" Issei whispered, trying to wrap his head around the scope of what he was hearing. "So there are a bunch of these things out there?"
"Indeed. Sacred Gears come in many forms and are classified into different categories based on their power and abilities. There are the Common Sacred Gears, which are widespread and relatively modest in strength. Then there are Sub-Species Sacred Gears—unusual variants with unique traits. Artificial Sacred Gears are man-made imitations of the originals. But above all, there are the Longinus Sacred Gears."
"Longinus?"
"The most powerful Sacred Gears ever created. There are only thirteen of them in existence, and each possesses the potential to kill gods."
Issei's jaw dropped. "Wait, kill gods? You're joking, right?"
"Not at all," Ddraig replied, his voice tinged with pride. "And you, boy, are the wielder of one of these Longinus. Your Sacred Gear, the Boosted Gear. Through it, you have inherited my power and my legacy. You are the new Sekiryūtei, the Red Dragon Emperor."
The weight of Ddraig's words settled heavily on Issei. He stared at his hands, as though expecting them to start glowing or transforming at any moment. "So… I'm supposed to be some kind of dragon emperor now? That can even kill God?"
"Precisely," Ddraig said, his tone serious. "But don't let it go to your head. You're just starting on this path. The Boosted Gear grants you the ability to double your power every ten seconds, an ability that can grow exponentially. But strength without skill or resolve is meaningless. If you ever hope to live up to the title of Sekiryūtei, you'll need to train relentlessly."
Issei sighed, already feeling overwhelmed. "Great. So I've got this amazing power, but I have no idea how to use it."
"That's what training is for," Ddraig said, a note of encouragement in his voice. "But there's another reason you must become strong. My rival, Albion—the White Dragon Emperor—is housed within the Divine Dividing, another Longinus. His wielder, the Hakuryūkō, is your destined opponent. The rivalry between us, the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, has persisted through the ages. It is your destiny to continue that legacy."
Issei frowned. "Wait, hold on. You're telling me I'm supposed to fight some guy with a dragon just like you? What if I don't want to? What if I just want a normal life?"
"It will be almost impossible to avoid a confrontation with the White One," Ddraig said, his voice grave. "You were chosen as my host for a reason. Whether you like it or not, your path will intertwine with that of the White Dragon Emperor. You can choose to run from it, but it will find you nonetheless. Better to be prepared than to face it unready."
Issei groaned, rubbing his temples. "This just keeps getting better and better."
"Don't despair, boy," Ddraig said, his voice softening. "You may not see it now, but this power is a gift. With time, training, and determination, you'll become someone who can protect those you care about and leave your mark on this world. You are more than just an ordinary boy now, Issei Hyoudou. You are the Red Dragon Emperor."
Issei's days quickly fell into a rhythm over the next few years. Between school, family, and his training with Ddraig, he found himself leading a double life—an ordinary boy by day and a budding Red Dragon Emperor in secret. His parents, none the wiser, were thrilled to see him bouncing back after the car accident, attributing his newfound energy to a youthful determination to heal and grow.
One Month Later
One month after the accident, Issei sat cross-legged in his room, his brow furrowed in concentration. His left arm tingled as he focused, trying to picture the Sacred Gear Ddraig had described to him.
"Focus, boy," Ddraig's voice echoed in his mind. "Your Sacred Gear isn't just an item—it's a part of you. Feel it, summon it as if it were an extension of your will."
Issei clenched his fists, frustrated. "I'm trying, but nothing's happening!"
"Patience," Ddraig rumbled, his tone calm yet firm. "You are wielding a power that even seasoned warriors struggle to control. It will take time."
With a deep breath, Issei tried again, this time imagining the red gauntlet vividly. He felt a sudden warmth spread through his arm, followed by a flash of light. When he opened his eyes, he was staring at a gleaming red gauntlet with a green jewel embedded at its center and two golden spikes extending from its wrist.
"Whoa…" Issei breathed, turning his arm to admire the intricate design.
"Excellent," Ddraig said with pride. "That, boy, is the Boosted Gear. It is your key to greatness."
Issei grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. "This is so cool!"
"Don't let it go to your head," Ddraig warned. "The power it grants you is immense, but it requires discipline. Now, deactivate it and summon it again. You need to make this second nature."
Issei nodded and spent the rest of the evening summoning and dismissing the gauntlet until it felt as natural as breathing.
Over the next two years, Ddraig guided Issei through the basics of physical training, pushing him to improve his strength, stamina, and reflexes. Although Issei was too young to build significant muscle, he dedicated himself to pushing his limits. Jogging, bodyweight exercises, and agility drills became part of his daily routine.
"You've made progress," Ddraig acknowledged as Issei completed a set of push-ups one evening. "But power without mental strength is meaningless. We'll begin meditative exercises tomorrow. You need to learn focus and control, or your abilities will run wild when you least expect it."
Issei groaned but reluctantly agreed, knowing Ddraig was right. The dragon's pride in him was a constant source of motivation, and the thought of letting him down kept Issei going, even when the training grew grueling.
Two Years Later
By the time Issei turned twelve, his progress was undeniable. Though still lean, his physique had begun to show hints of definition, and his stamina had improved significantly. More importantly, he had learned to summon his Sacred Gear at will. With great effort, he even managed to activate his Scale Mail armor—a full-body suit of crimson dragon armor.
The first time he succeeded, he stood in front of his bedroom mirror, awestruck by the imposing reflection staring back. The armor was sleek, powerful, and radiated an aura of strength.
"Not bad, boy," Ddraig said, his voice filled with approval. "Not bad at all. Few wielders reach this point so quickly."
Issei flexed his arms, testing the armor's weight and flexibility. "This is awesome! I feel like a superhero!"
"Don't get cocky," Ddraig replied, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. "This is only the beginning. You're still a fledgling dragon. You have potential, but you're not ready to face the supernatural world just yet."
Issei nodded solemnly. Despite his excitement, he understood the gravity of Ddraig's words. For now, he would keep his powers a secret, focusing on growing stronger while cherishing the peaceful life he still had.
At 12-year-old, Issei's transition into junior high was a whirlwind of new experiences and surprising friendships. Almost immediately, he gravitated toward Matsuda and Motohama, two boys who shared his unapologetic enthusiasm for all things perverse. Their shared antics earned them infamy among their peers, with the trio quickly gaining the moniker "The Perverted Trio."
Despite their juvenile behavior, the three became inseparable. Whether they were sneaking peeks at the girls' locker room or exchanging exaggerated fantasies about their futures, their bond was forged in shared mischief.
At home, Issei's parents watched with a mix of exasperation and concern. After surviving the car crash, they had hoped their son would mature and become more serious about life. Instead, they found themselves dealing with a son whose primary ambition—becoming a "Harem King"—made them question where they had gone wrong.
His mother, over dinner one evening, sighed dramatically. "Issei, dear, don't you think it's time to focus on something other than the female body?"
"Like school," his father added, attempting to sound stern but failing to hide his worry.
Issei, unfazed, shrugged. "What's wrong with dreaming big? Besides, I am working hard. You just don't see it. I'll get my dream no matter what!"
The couple exchanged a glance, unsure whether to laugh or cry at his casual dismissal of their concerns.
It wasn't only Issei's parents who frowned upon his antics. Deep in the recesses of his mind, Ddraig—the mighty Welsh Dragon within his Boosted Gear—was no less exasperated.
"This is disgraceful," Ddraig growled one evening, his voice cutting through Issei's thoughts as the boy lounged on his bed, flipping through a risqué magazine he had smuggled past his mother.
"What now, grumpy lizard?" Issei muttered, barely sparing a glance from the page.
"My problem," Ddraig rumbled, his tone a thunderous blend of irritation and disappointment, "is that you are the Red Dragon Emperor—a title steeped in power, legacy, and fear—yet you squander your time ogling women like some common fool. You have a destiny to uphold!"
Unfazed, Issei chuckled, tossing the magazine onto his nightstand. "Relax, Ddraig. I am working toward my destiny—just my version of it. Protecting my harem is part of being strong, right?"
The dragon let out a long, guttural groan that reverberated through Issei's mind. "The shame you bring to my legacy... It's unbearable."
Issei smirked, undeterred. "Trust me, old man. It won't be long before I've got my harem, and then you'll see."
Though he frustrated both his parents and Ddraig, Issei's resolve wasn't without merit. Beneath his antics was a deeper motivation—an unyielding desire to protect those he cared about, to wield his power responsibly when it truly mattered.
Despite his immaturity, Issei trained diligently in secret, guided by Ddraig's knowledge and tempered by his own determination. As much as he dreamed of indulgence, he understood the weight of the Boosted Gear and the expectations tied to being the Red Dragon Emperor. His power wasn't just a tool for personal gain—it was a shield, a means to guard his loved ones from the dangers lurking in the shadows of the supernatural world.
As junior high rolled on, Issei balanced his mischievous antics with his growing strength and sense of responsibility. While his methods often left much to be desired, his heart was in the right place.
Even as Ddraig groaned in exasperation and his parents sighed over dinner, Issei carved his own path forward. For all his flaws and eccentricities, he was inching closer to the man—and dragon—he was destined to become.
By the time Issei turned 15, his progress had become nothing short of astonishing. Ddraig, while often critical of his host's antics, couldn't deny the immense strides Issei had made in harnessing his potential. Training a child, as it turned out, was far more effective than mentoring a fully grown adult. The bond between the two had deepened over their five years together, and despite Ddraig's gruff demeanor, he found himself genuinely impressed—and perhaps even fond—of Issei.
Issei had grown into a capable warrior, mastering the Boosted Gear's intricacies. To Ddraig's amazement, Issei had not only unlocked his Balance Breaker but had also tapped into the Juggernaut Drive. While the latter was a monumental achievement, it came with its own set of challenges. Juggernaut Drive's destructive power was immense, but it was nearly impossible to train with it without leaving behind catastrophic consequences. For weeks, Issei and Ddraig debated how to approach this dilemma.
One evening, lounging in his room, Issei sat upright, a spark of inspiration lighting his eyes. "I think I know where we can train the Juggernaut Drive, Ddraig."
"Oh? And where might that be?" Ddraig replied, his tone skeptical but curious.
"You remember the place you told me about—the Dimensional Gap, where the Great Red lives? That's where we should go. It's completely removed from Earth, Heaven, and Hell. We wouldn't have to hold back or worry about drawing attention."
Ddraig let out a low, rumbling grunt of disapproval. "That is… a terrible idea. The Dimensional Gap is not just a place; it's a realm of chaos and entropy. To enter without protection would mean your destruction. And even if you survive, the Great Red—the Dragon of Dragons—is no benevolent host. If he takes offense to your presence, he will destroy us."
"Why would he kill us? Aren't we both dragons?" Issei countered, his voice tinged with stubborn optimism. "Besides, if he can survive in there, why can't I? There's got to be a way to make it work safely."
Ddraig sighed heavily, the sound reverberating in Issei's mind. "Your enthusiasm is admirable, but you lack an understanding of what you're asking. First, reaching the Dimensional Gap is no simple task. It requires piercing the fabric of reality itself, something you're far from ready to do. Second, even if you enter, the chaotic forces there would tear you apart without some form of protection. And finally, should you encounter Great Red, your identity as the Red Dragon Emperor will not save you. He is a being of such power that even I am no match for him."
Issei frowned, his mind working through the dragon's words. "Okay, but if it's possible, how do we even get there? Isn't there some way to pass through without causing trouble?"
Ddraig hesitated, then offered, "There are a few methods, though none are ideal. The most straightforward option is to seek Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God. She can enter the Dimensional Gap with ease and could provide protection from its chaos—and from Great Red, should he take notice of you. However, approaching Ophis is a dangerous gamble. Revealing yourself to her could draw attention from countless factions, none of whom you are ready to face."
"Right. So Ophis is a last resort. What else?" Issei asked.
"The second option is to refine your abilities until you can tear open the veil of reality on your own," Ddraig explained. "That would allow you to enter discreetly. But this would require significant training—far beyond what you've achieved so far. It's a long-term solution at best."
"And the third?"
"The final option," Ddraig said with a note of reluctance, "is to seek a weapon or artifact capable of slicing through space and time. Such tools exist, but they are rare and often closely guarded. Acquiring one would likely draw as much attention as approaching Ophis, if not more."
Issei leaned back, considering the options. "So it's either Ophis, a crazy amount of training, or hunting down some super weapon… None of these are exactly easy, huh?"
Ddraig chuckled faintly. "No, they're not. But nothing worthwhile ever is. The choice is yours, partner. Just remember: this path, whichever one you take, will require a lot of work."
Issei smirked, his resolve hardening. "Then let's get to work. I'll find a way—one way or another."
Ddraig rumbled in approval. "That's the spirit. But tread carefully, Issei. Ambition is a double-edged sword. Let's ensure you wield it wisely."
And so, the next phase of Issei's journey began, filled with uncertainty but driven by an unwavering determination to master his power—and the courage to face whatever obstacles lay ahead.
As the resolve settled in his mind, Issei's curiosity suddenly shifted. "This might be off-topic," he began, leaning back on his bed, "but how long do I have to keep my powers a secret? I find it strange that nobody has noticed me yet. Is all this sneaking around really necessary?"
Ddraig's tone turned grave, a deep authority resonating in his words. "I am taking special precautions with you, boy. The various factions of this world have long since honed their ability to track down dragon hosts, especially young ones. It is almost inevitable that they will find you. Many of my previous hosts fell prey to their schemes, becoming pawns, allies, or lackeys. I have seen it too many times, and it only serves to disgust me."
Issei frowned at this revelation. "So, they're out there looking for me right now?"
"Undoubtedly," Ddraig replied. "But I have been suppressing your draconic aura, masking your presence from the world's eyes. You may find it frustrating, but this anonymity is your greatest weapon—for now. You should reveal yourself only when the time is right. For when you do… the white one will come."
The mention of the "white one" sent a chill down Issei's spine. "The white one? You mean the White Dragon Emperor?"
"Indeed," Ddraig growled. "The moment your presence becomes known, Albion's host will seek you out. It is inevitable. And once that happens, your life will never be the same again. Enjoy this peace while it lasts, Issei. It is the only semblance of a quiet life you will ever have."
Issei mulled over the dragon's warning, the weight of his destiny settling on his shoulders. But rather than fear, he felt a flicker of determination. "Then let's get to training," he said, standing up with purpose. "If this peace isn't going to last, I'll make sure I'm ready for whatever comes next. I'll figure out a way to tear open a rift into the Dimensional Gap, even if it takes everything I've got."
Ddraig's approval rumbled through Issei's mind like distant thunder. "Very well, partner. Let us begin. The world will no the true power of the Red Dragon Emperor!"
Next Month
Issei poured himself into his training with a level of focus that surprised even Ddraig. Every day, he refined his control over the Boosted Gear, honing his ability to channel power into precise points. His goal was ambitious: to minimize his energy output while achieving maximum impact. By focusing his immense power onto a single, minute spot, Issei aimed to tear open a rift into the Dimensional Gap without attracting attention.
For a month, Issei trained tirelessly. He practiced splitting his energy into microscopic threads, compressing and layering them into a single, concentrated point. Each failure only fueled his determination, his youthful spirit undeterred by the countless setbacks. His hard work finally paid off when, one quiet night, he felt the air ripple around him as his concentrated energy punctured the veil of reality. A swirling vortex of chaotic energy appeared before him, a gateway to the Dimensional Gap.
He stood before it, awe-struck and exhilarated. "I did it," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.
Ddraig rumbled his approval. "You have exceeded my expectations, partner. But remember, entering the Dimensional Gap is no small feat. Once inside, you must remain vigilant. The chaos of that realm will test your will and your power."
Without hesitation, Issei stepped through the rift, the swirling energy enveloping him in a maelstrom of colors and unearthly sounds. The air within the Dimensional Gap was thick with entropy, pressing against him like an invisible weight. Yet, he felt a strange sense of freedom in this unbounded realm.
Wasting no time, Issei activated his Juggernaut Drive, his body transforming into its fearsome draconic form. Power surged through him, the immense strength of the Red Dragon Emperor roaring to life.
"I'll master this form, no matter what it takes," Issei vowed, his voice resonating with a mix of determination and excitement.
The chaos of the Dimensional Gap provided the perfect backdrop for his training. The unstable energy of the realm constantly pushed against him, forcing Issei to stabilize and control his Juggernaut Drive. He practiced maintaining the form for longer periods, managing its destructive impulses, and refining his movements to avoid wasting energy.
Each session left him drained, his body and mind screaming for rest, but Issei refused to give up. The weeks passed, and with every day, his control improved. He learned to suppress the bloodlust of the Juggernaut Drive, focus its immense power with precision, and even experiment with new techniques that combined his natural agility with the raw strength of the form.
Ddraig watched his progress with a mixture of pride and caution. "You are progressing faster than I expected, Issei. I am delighted to see your progress."
"Thanks," Issei replied, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. "I feel like I'm nowhere near my potential yet."
As the chaotic energy of the Dimensional Gap swirled around him, Issei felt a strange sense of clarity. This was his crucible, a place where he could forge his strength and become the warrior he was destined to be. The path was arduous, but Issei pressed on, determined to conquer the Juggernaut Drive and carve out his destiny as the Red Dragon Emperor.
During this time, Issei Hyoudou began his studies as a first-year high school student at Kuoh Academy, a prestigious institution with divisions for primary, high school, and college students. While Issei hadn't attended Kuoh's primary division, he now found himself in the high school division, which had recently transitioned to a coed system.
Joining his year were his soon-to-be partners-in-crime, Motohama and Matsuda, with whom Issei formed the infamous 'Perverted Trio'. United by their fascination with the opposite sex, the trio became notorious for their mischief and constant obsession with the school's many beautiful female students.
On the surface, Issei was just an ordinary teenage boy. Thanks to Ddraig's careful intervention, his supernatural aura was completely suppressed, leaving no trace of his identity as the Red Dragon Emperor. Even those with sharp senses—such as devils, angels, or fallen angels—were unable to detect him. To everyone around him, Issei appeared to be nothing more than a slightly athletic, if immature, first-year student.
Issei's arrival at Kuoh coincided with a unique dynamic: the presence of prominent devils disguised as students. Neither Rias Gremory, a second-year and president of the Occult Research Club, nor Sona Shitori (Sitri), the composed student council president, had any idea that a dragon host walked among them. Despite their careful observation of Kuoh's student body, Issei slipped completely under their radar, his potential masked by Ddraig's safeguards.
For Issei, Kuoh Academy was a dream come true. The school's coed environment provided him with ample opportunities to admire the many beautiful girls, whom he often idolized from afar. Initially, some of the female students found him cute due to his youthful appearance and subtle charm. However, once they realized the extent of his perverted tendencies, many distanced themselves, relegating Issei to the role of the class clown.
Among the girls at Kuoh, three stood out to Issei:
Rias Gremory: With her flowing crimson hair and dignified aura, Rias exuded elegance and charm. To Issei, she was an untouchable beauty, a figure he admired from a distance.
Akeno Himejima: Known for her graceful demeanor and mysterious allure, Akeno's playful nature only added to her appeal. She was often surrounded by an air of mystery that left Issei captivated.
Sona Shitori: The sharp-witted student council president, Sona was known for her intellect and composed demeanor. Though her stern attitude intimidated most, Issei found her intelligence and confidence alluring.
These three, collectively referred to as the 'Three Beauties of Kuoh', became the object of Issei's admiration and the centerpiece of his grand dream to become a Harem King.
While Issei's days were filled with lighthearted antics and classroom distractions, his nights were spent training in secret. Determined to perfect his Juggernaut Drive, Issei pushed himself to new limits. However, he knew that the peace he enjoyed at Kuoh would not last forever. Eventually, he would have to reveal himself to the supernatural world and once he did, he wanted to make sure he was more than capable of dealing with any threat that may arise. Top of FormBottom of Form
One Month Later
While Issei balanced his double life—one as a perverted first-year student at Kuoh High and the other as the most powerful Red Dragon Emperor in history—his evenings were far from ordinary. After school, he often ventured into the Dimensional Gap to push his limits. Tonight was no different. Clad in his Juggernaut Drive, he was relentlessly honing his Longinus Smasher under Ddraig's guidance.
Hours of grueling effort finally paid off as Issei unleashed the devastating attack, a massive green beam tearing through the void. But just as the blast reached its peak, a rift suddenly appeared in its path.
Issei and Ddraig could only watch in stunned disbelief as the Longinus Smasher barreled into the rift, its energy roaring into the unknown. Moments later, a massive red dragon, over a hundred meters long, emerged. Its four enormous wings flared, and its golden eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity. The creature resembled a western dragon, its presence both majestic and terrifying.
With a swift barrel roll, the dragon evaded the Longinus Smasher with unnerving agility, its movements sharp and precise. Issei's jaw dropped as the colossal being let out a deafening, vrooming shriek, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Great Red," Ddraig muttered, his voice filled with both awe and alarm.
"Great Red?! The Apocalypse Dragon?!" Issei stammered, his heart pounding as the colossal dragon hovered above him, its fiery gaze locked onto his Juggernaut form.
"What the hell do we do, Ddraig?" Issei whispered urgently, feeling the weight of the dragon's presence bearing down on him.
Great Red suddenly roared, his booming voice slicing through the tension like a blade. "What the fuck are you staring at?!" he bellowed, his tone dripping with disdain.
Hovering before Issei, Great Red fixed him with a piercing glare, his stoic expression commanding both fear and respect.
To say Issei was intimidated by the Great Red, the Dragon of Dragons, would be an understatement. Faced with the towering, legendary being, he found himself utterly speechless. Thankfully, Ddraig broke the silence.
"We were just training, Great Red. Forgive my partner for intruding on your territory," Ddraig said quickly, his tone cautious.
The massive dragon's golden eyes narrowed as he growled, "Ddraig, huh? Now I recognize you. I have made it very clear, this is my dimension!"
"We'll leave, Great Red," Ddraig said, obvious relief in his voice.
But Great Red wasn't done. He leaned closer, his immense presence suffocating. "Not so fast. What are you even doing here?" he demanded, his tone sharp.
Issei swallowed hard but managed to speak. "We were training, Great Red. I'm using this place to keep my identity as the Red Dragon Emperor a secret," he explained, trying to keep his voice steady.
Great Red snorted, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. "Just call me Red. None of that 'Great Red' nonsense. I'm not some great messiah for you to gawk at."
"Alright, Red, no disrespect," Issei replied. "But Ddraig and I need this place to train in secret. Honestly, I didn't expect to see you here. I thought this place was infinite."
"Hmph," Red grunted, his curiosity piqued. "So you're training here to avoid being discovered by the angels, devils, and gods?"
Issei nodded. "Yeah, that's right. I want to keep my powers under wraps, so they don't interfere with my life until I'm strong enough. When the White Dragon Emperor shows up, I want to crush him—along with anyone else who stands in my way. After that, I just want to live my life without anyone bossing me around. he added with a cheeky grin.
For a moment, there was silence. Then Great Red erupted into laughter, his thunderous voice echoing through the Dimensional Gap. His fierce demeanor softened, his mood visibly lightened.
"That's a damn good reason to be training here," Red said with a toothy grin. "I wasn't expecting that. You're not looking to rule the world or destroy it? You just want to be free and unstoppable. I like it, kid. You remind me of myself."
Issei's face lit up with a grin. "Thanks, Red. Honestly, I don't care about the angels, devils, or any of those mythical factions. They can keep their politics and power struggles. All I want is to live life on my terms, reach my full potential, and become the GREATEST HAREM KING EVER!"
Red raised a brow, momentarily taken aback, before bursting into a booming laugh that shook the air around them. Ddraig grumbled in the background, clearly unamused.
"A harem king, huh?" Red chuckled, his golden eyes glinting with amusement. "It's been ages since I've heard anything like that." His laughter trailed off as he gave Issei an approving nod. "You've got guts, kid. I respect that."
Turning away with a flick of his massive tail, Red added, "You and Ddraig are alright. Feel free to hang out in my space—just don't get in my way while you're at it."
As Red turned to leave, Issei's mind raced. He saw an opportunity too good to pass up. "Wait! I was wondering if we could, I don't know… hang out with you?" he called out.
Red stopped mid-flight, turning his massive head back toward Issei with a curious expression. "I fly alone, kid. Why would you even want to hang with me?"
"You're the strongest dragon in the universe. Who wouldn't want to hang with you?" Issei said with a grin. Then, with growing excitement, he added, "We could even make our own Dragon band!"
"A Dragon band, huh?" Red repeated, his tone skeptical. He looked like he was about to dismiss the idea outright but paused, seemingly deep in thought.
Ddraig's voice echoed in Issei's mind, dripping with concern. 'Are you insane? You're pushing your luck! We're lucky enough that he's letting us stay!'
Red snapped out of his brief contemplation and locked eyes with Issei. "What's your name, wielder of the Boosted Gear?"
"Issei Hyoudou."
A sly grin spread across Red's face. "Alright, Issei. I'll help you out. Only because you've managed to entertain me. Best conversation I've had in ages," he admitted with a low chuckle. "If we're really doing this, though, we need a name for our group."
Without missing a beat, Issei blurted out a name for their Dragon faction.
Red let out a booming laugh that echoed across the Dimensional Gap. "I like it! That name alone will make the other factions think twice about messing with us Dragons." His grin widened as he gestured with a massive wing. "Come fly with me, kid."
Ddraig, meanwhile, was utterly bewildered. 'Why is this happening? Why is he helping us?' The ancient dragon was at a loss for words, unable to comprehend what had just unfolded.
As Issei eagerly followed Red into the void, Red added, "I'm going to train you up right, kid. And I want to hear more about this 'harem king' you're planning to become."
Beaming, Issei nodded enthusiastically, his excitement palpable. Meanwhile, Ddraig's voice rang out in a melodramatic wail. 'No! Now I have to deal with TWO of them!'
That's all for now!
Apologies for the delay in releasing this chapter! Life has been busy with work, friends, and other responsibilities, and I didn't always have the motivation to write. That said, I felt inspired enough to finally finish this chapter, as I had about 75% of it completed already.
I'm not entirely sure when the next chapter will come out, but my goal is to aim for one chapter per month, with each being around 10,000 words.
The next chapter will focus on Issei growing up to become a second-year student, as he was when the regular series began. This time, however, he'll have years of training with both Red and Ddraig under his belt. While he'll still be his usual self (not the DDE version), his experiences will bring a fresh perspective to the story.
We'll also be introduced to Vali and Tiamat next chapter, and the first arc will officially kick off.
Thank you for your patience and support!
Harem: Feel Free to Suggest more!
Guaranteed: Fem Vali, Tiamat, Rias, Akeno, Asia, Irina, Xenovia, and Koneko
Considering: Raynare, Ravel, Kuroka, Serafall, Penemue, Rossweisse, and Ingvild
Very Unlikely: Kalawarner, Ophis, Sona, Sona's Peerage, and Gabriel
