Hello! Here's Bellzador presenting the next chapter of this thrilling story! I'm excited to introduce this revealing chapter, which has been quite challenging to write, but incredibly rewarding. I'm deeply grateful for all the new followers and recent comments! Your support is truly inspiring and means a lot to me.
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Response to reviews:
Some1call4MR-E: I appreciate the detailed feedback, so I'll respond to you in the most detailed way possible: regarding the tropes and elements you find problematic in this story. I take into account the expectations and preferences of the audience when developing plots and characters, especially in genres that have established conventions, such as the crossover genre.
Regarding your concerns about male fanservice and the handling of characters like Mirai Trunks, I understand your frustration with the lack of originality and the potential to fall into clichés. The constant reuse of certain arcs and the lack of character development can detract from the value of a story, so it's understandable that you want to see a fresher and more creative approach.
Regarding your comments about the plot development in relation to Capsule Corp. technology and the interactions between characters, I believe it's crucial to find a balance between coherence within the established universe and the introduction of novel elements that keep the story interesting and relevant to readers. So, I completely discard making him insanely rich with technology pulled from who knows where.
I also don't intend for him to be reincarnated by any clan, so don't worry about that.
In summary, your observations provide a valuable basis for reflection and improvement of my story. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and contributing to the creative process!
Danish78: Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts on the latest chapter. It's great to hear your impressions and perspectives on the story developments.
Regarding Bulma trying to find a way to bring back Trunks, it's definitely an unexpected twist, isn't it? I'm excited to explore how that plotline will unfold and which characters they'll consult for help. While I understand that the details about Highschool DxD may not be familiar to all readers, I hope to present the relevant elements in a comprehensible and engaging manner for everyone.
I appreciate your support for the suggestion to keep Trunks human or unaligned with any factions. It's an intriguing idea that I'll definitely consider as I develop the plot. I want to ensure that the characters are consistent and appealing to readers, so your input is very valuable.
I agree with you that the most important aspect is the interactions between the characters and the depth of their development. I hope to maintain that focus and offer a story rich in relationships and genuine emotions.
Thank you for your well wishes with my writing. I'll definitely need them! I hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters and stay safe as well!
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Alright, now that the Q&A session is over, let's get started with the chapter.
Chapter 2 - Revelations
The hours slipped by with an exasperating slowness for the young blue-haired man. When time decides to mock us, especially when we long or desire something, every tick-tock of the clock resonates in our head, marking the passage of hours in a torturously slow manner. Every second stretched as if it wanted to test our patience, making the wait more desperate.
However, Dr. Abader's orders were absolutely clear:
"Your condition is delicate and you need absolute rest. Understood?" said the doctor firmly, making it clear that there was no room for discussion.
But amidst this state of existential lethargy, a familiar figure burst into the room, dissipating the heaviness of the atmosphere with her mere presence. It was Mai, who had entered suddenly, wearing a well-buttoned medical gown to avoid revealing parts that shouldn't be revealed.
Trunks looked up, and a flash of joy lit up his face when he saw her enter. Although he was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bandages, he felt alive again seeing his faithful companion approach with a comforting smile.
"Mai!" he exclaimed, the emotion palpable in his voice.
The girl greeted him with contagious enthusiasm, which brought an involuntary smile to the Saiyan's face. The warmth of her greeting radiated a reassuring energy, but her expression changed abruptly because she already knew in advance that the doctor could appear at any moment and always when least expected.
And if something defined Dr. Abbader, it was his unfailing rigor when it came to strictly following any medical instruction.
"Did they give you permission to be here?" the Saiyan asked, making sure the doctor wasn't in the room or somewhere else.
Mai stealthily approached Trunks, moving with careful steps that barely disturbed the silence of the environment, aware of not wanting to disturb the other patients resting in the room. A half-smile danced on her lips, revealing an intriguing mix of complicity and amusement, confusing the Saiyan a bit.
"The nurses gave me a little more freedom this time," she responded with the confidence that always characterized her as she approached his bed. "How about you? How are you feeling?"
"I feel better, thank you for asking," he replied with a sincere smile, although there was still a hint of concern in his mind about his condition. "And you? How are you? Have they been taking good care of you here?"
"I can't complain," she said with a sigh. "They say they need to do a couple more tests on me, although I'm not sure why. If they don't detect anything out of the ordinary, they might discharge me soon," she explained, with a serene expression but a hint of uncertainty in her black eyes.
"I see," he said thoughtfully.
A few seconds of silence passed in which neither said or did anything, as the memories of the events that led them to be in this unfamiliar place were still fresh.
A brief moment of silence settled between them, a silence laden with fresh memories of the events that had brought them to the hospital.
"By the way," Mai interrupted, breaking the monotonous silence as she rummaged in her gown and pulled out a small plastic bottle, "I brought you this from the cafeteria."
Trunks looked surprised as he saw what Mai was offering him. Inevitably, he couldn't help but remember the endless sermons from the doctor about the importance of following diets and other medical instructions, often filled with confusing and eccentric terms that only doctors seemed to understand. He knew in advance that if the doctor caught him breaking the rules, the scolding that would come afterwards would be monumental.
"Well, you see," Trunks said a little nervously, thinking about how to politely decline Mai's gesture, "the doctor assigned me a diet and prohibited other kinds of food that don't fit... so..."
Mai rolled her eyes with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh, come on, don't make such a fuss," Mai replied, handing him the jelly with a hint of brusqueness. "It's just jelly, there's nothing wrong with it. Besides, I bet you haven't eaten anything decent in days," she observed Trunks' expression with complicity, who lowered his gaze a little embarrassed. "See! I know you well! Go on, eat it."
Trunks held the jelly jar with doubts, swallowing saliva as he observed the tempting dessert. A mix of emotions fluttered inside him: on one hand, the excitement of breaking his strict diet and indulging in something different; on the other hand, the latent worry that the doctor might catch him red-handed.
"I guess it can't hurt... I think," he conceded, accepting the jelly jar with a grateful smile towards Mai. "The truth is, I was already tired of eating boiled vegetables... and stews that taste... weird."
The complicity between them was palpable in the air, and Trunks couldn't help but smile at Mai's insistence. With a gesture of feigned surrender, he opened the small jar to access the precious jelly. Just as he was about to take a spoonful into his mouth, a familiar voice interrupted them.
"So the food in this hospital tastes awful?"
"Doctor Abbader!" exclaimed Trunks, surprised and somewhat nervous at the sudden appearance of the doctor. "I-it's not what I meant, you see..."
Dr. Abbader observed them with a monotonous expression, clearly noting the situation, but without revealing any emotion. Trunks felt somewhat uncomfortable for being caught in the act, but Mai maintained her composure with her characteristic confident smile.
"You don't need to explain anything," said Dr. Abbader, still observing both young people with that stoic gaze.
Trunks remained silent for a moment, assessing the situation, before nodding with a slight inclination of his head, waiting for the doctor to speak.
"Given your good behavior in these past few days, I can allow you to taste that jelly," said Dr. Abbader, surprising Trunks with his unexpected indulgence. "But it will only be this once."
The Saiyan looked up, amazed by the doctor's concession. Mai, for her part, directed a grateful smile at the doctor, thanking him for his understanding.
"After all, you must adhere to the diet I assign you for your recovery to be satisfactory," he finally said, maintaining that serious but understanding tone.
Trunks nodded in understanding, feeling a little ashamed of his small transgression, but at the same time happy that he was allowed to enjoy something different.
With a gesture of gratitude towards Doctor Abbader, Trunks took the spoon and began to savor the jelly with gratitude. Each bite was a small pleasure that flooded his taste buds, filling him with a comforting and delicious sensation. The smoothness and sweet flavor of the jelly seemed to momentarily dispel the physical and mental fatigue. Mai watched with a knowing smile, knowing that this small moment of indulgence was just what her friend needed to lift his spirits a bit.
"I see that you enjoyed the dessert," the doctor mentioned when he saw that Trunks had taken the last spoonful of the jelly. "Now that you're finished, I remember mentioning that I needed to discuss some matters with you."
The young Saiyan nodded, becoming a bit more serious at the doctor's request. Mai, noticing the seriousness in the doctor's voice, rose cautiously, preparing to leave the room. However, before she could take a step, Doctor Abbader stopped her with a gesture.
"This also concerns you, Mai. I would appreciate it if you stayed."
Mai, reflecting Trunks' seriousness, nodded slowly, anticipating what the doctor intended to ask.
"As you know, I gave you space to recover and catch up," the doctor mentioned. "Now that I can see that both of your recoveries are bearing fruit, I must inform you that my superiors demand explanations about your presence here, as your arrival caused quite a stir. But I consider it fair that you first know where you are," explained the doctor in a calm but firm tone. "Do you have any questions?"
Aware that the patriarch of the Sitri clan wanted answers from both of them no matter what, Trunks accepted Doctor Abbader's proposal to exchange information.
"When I woke up, the nurse who checked my vital signs mentioned something about the 4 great 'demon kings,' which makes me understand that you are some kind of... demons?" Doctor Abbader listened attentively. "I would like to know exactly where we are."
Doctor Abbader listened to Trunks' question with attention and nodded with understanding before beginning to explain.
"You're not entirely wrong to mention the 'demon kings.' This place is the Underworld, the domain where demons inhabit," began the doctor, choosing his words carefully to convey the information clearly. "This hospital belongs to the Sitri clan, one of the 34 clans that make up the Underworld. And as I mentioned before, I am the director of this hospital... and the head of the Sitri clan."
Doctor Abbader noticed the inquisitive look in Trunks and Mai's eyes, indicating that his explanation had raised a series of questions in the pair of young people. With a calculated pause, he waited for them to express their doubts, prepared to provide them with additional information they might need to better understand their situation in the Underworld.
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The Z sword remained in the place where Trunks and Mai arrived, barely visible among the shadows that surrounded it. With stealthy steps, as if floating on the ground, someone emerged from the darkness, revealing their appearance. It was a black-haired girl, with a pale complexion and dressed in a gothic style that stood out in contrast to the liveliness of the place. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face with fine features and a deep, penetrating gaze. Most intriguing of all was her expression, or rather the lack of it, as if she lacked a soul or life, giving her presence a mysterious and supernatural air.
In this world, she was known as the Dragon Goddess of Infinity.
She slowly approached the Z sword, intending to examine it closely. The sword emanated immense power, immeasurable power, large enough to kill her nemesis, a being of greater power than her called Great Red. Once she achieved that, she could return to the dimensional rift and establish herself as the supreme being among all races.
The black-haired girl cautiously reached out her hand, feeling the powerful aura emanating from the sword. Her heart beat with anticipation as she envisioned the scenarios of greatness that this weapon could lead her to. Not only could she return to her longed-for home, she could reclaim what was taken from her long ago, and with this weapon, she would have much greater power than Great Red.
"You will be of great help," she murmured, approaching the weapon and gripping the handle with determination, trying to take it to use it against the great red dragon and thus be able to return home.
But...
"I-I can't... move it..."
It sounded incredible and illogical, but that was how it was. The Goddess of Infinity, despite not having her full power, her power was still immense, and yet she couldn't lift the sword. Her muscles tensed with effort, but the blade of the sword remained unmoved in its place, and despite all the pressure exerted, all the strength she applied, and all the power she emanated, she couldn't move it even an inch.
It was as if it were anchored to the ground by an invisible and unbreakable force that defied all logic and understanding.
In an instinctive act, she had erected an unnoticed magical barrier around herself and the sword. This barrier acted as an invisible shield, preventing her inability to move the sword from being detected by the Maōs and the other leaders of the Underworld, who would undoubtedly be aware of the situation and would have intervened immediately otherwise.
Frustration and incredulity mixed in the heart of the Goddess of Infinity as she struggled in vain to free the sword. She knew she had no time to lose; the success of her ambition depended entirely on seizing that legendary weapon.
A luminous energy began to surround the Z sword, still sheathed, and slowly began to move and float in the air. With a radiant aura that emanated power, the sword positioned itself in front of the Goddess of Infinity, who could recognize the spiritual signature coming from that sword.
A force that resonated with a divine presence. The mere existence of this energy filled the girl with a mixture of intrigue and caution, as she knew that something momentous was about to happen.
With eyes fixed on the luminous sword, the black-haired girl prepared for what would come next, aware that this was a unique opportunity that could change the course of her destiny forever.
"Divine power... a... god..." murmured the black-haired girl, amazed to feel the power of the sword.
[You are correct, girl.]
Ophis, for the first time in her immortal life, opened her eyes in surprise upon hearing the voice coming from the sword. It was like the voice of an old sage, full of knowledge and authority. The surprise reflected in the girl's eyes as she gazed at the sword with renewed interest and awe.
"Who... are... you?" inquired Ophis, intrigued by the words of the sword.
[I am an entity that once was powerful and significant in my own world and domains. Although that world exists no more.]
"Are you a god... of a nonexistent world?" asked the goddess, confused by the sword's ambiguous way of speaking. "I... don't... understand."
[Despite your immortality and the vast years you've lived, I'm not sure you can understand it soon.]
Ophis fell silent for a few minutes, processing what the sword was saying.
[The most surprising thing about you is that, despite your vast experience and your unparalleled power, you still harbor an insatiable thirst for more.]
The goddess was quite surprised. Could that sword have the ability to read minds?
"How do you...?" Ophis attempted to ask before being interrupted by the voice of the sword.
[How do I know? When you placed your hand on my hilt, you gave me complete access to your soul, your thoughts, dreams, ambitions.]
"Then you know... why I want... your power," murmured Ophis, confirming that indeed, the sword could penetrate her mind.
[Indeed, although your motives are somewhat valid, I cannot allow you to have access to my power.]
Ophis frowned, processing the sword's firm response. She found it hard to believe that the sword would refuse to comply with her demands, but her determination did not falter. Her posture became more upright, preparing for the next step. That sword would be hers, no matter what she had to do to obtain it.
"I understand," murmured Ophis, refusing to accept what the sword was telling her. "Then I will force you... to be my... weapon."
A slight laughter echoed from the sword.
[An interesting proposal of yours. If you believe you can achieve such a feat, I challenge you to try.]
Accepting the challenge of that mysterious weapon, the goddess of infinity increased her power to subdue it. The sword, upon feeling the goddess's power, decided to respond by manifesting its own power, unleashing an impressive display of strength. Both energies clashed in a titanic clash, illuminating the environment with their radiance.
Ophis's power grew with each moment, radiating an intense dark purple light that filled the atmosphere with its divine splendor. Her eyes burned with determination as she focused her strength on her goal: to subdue the sword and claim it as her own.
The sword, for its part, responded to Ophis's challenge with an equally impressive display of its own power. A stream of bluish energy swirled around it, forming a luminous and mystical aura that contrasted with the goddess's dark power. However, Ophis, concentrated on her ambition to dominate the sword, did not notice that she was attracting the attention of other beings. Slowly, she noticed the presence of several entities approaching the barrier she had created with her power. With a heavy sigh, she understood that it was better to stop her attempt before it was too late and attracted more trouble than she could handle.
"Tsk," she gritted her teeth with determination and slowly began to decrease her power, an action mirrored by the sword itself.
[A wise decision, immortal girl.]
"It seems... that I won't... be able to... subdue you... for now."
The sword remained silent, observing Ophis with a mixture of respect and curiosity. It had noticed the power and determination of the goddess, and although it had resisted her attempt to subdue it, it couldn't help but feel a certain admiration for her audacity and willpower. For her part, Ophis would change tactics; she would recover what was taken from her, and perhaps then she would have a chance to subdue that impertinent sword once and for all.
[Your ambition is truly powerful, although a bit misguided and self-destructive.]
After a few moments of tense silence, the atmosphere relaxed a bit, and Ophis finally stepped away from the sword, taking a few steps back as she reflected on what had just happened. She was tempted to leave the matter for now, but upon noticing the mystique of the sword, she couldn't help but want to know a little more about it.
Ophis approached the sword slowly, keeping her gaze fixed on the blade's glow. Every flash of light seemed to tell a story, a story that the goddess was eager to discover. She wouldn't leave empty-handed, at least not entirely.
"Do you... have... an owner?" Ophis asked, her voice resonating with a mixture of intrigue and caution.
The sword remained silent for a moment, as if considering its response. Finally, it spoke with calm solemnity.
[Indeed. My loyalty belongs to someone else.]
The sword's response intrigued Ophis even more. She couldn't imagine what kind of power the owner had to claim that sword as his own. Mistakenly, she believed that if she knew the details, she could devise a detailed plan to finally take possession of the sword. The idea excited her, but it also filled her with uncertainty. After all, what could the bearer offer the sword that she couldn't?
Ophis's gaze turned pensive as she reflected on the sword's revelation. Who could be the mysterious owner of such a powerful weapon? What kind of being had the power to control it?
The questions piled up in Ophis's mind, but one thing was certain: she needed more information. She decided to approach the subject cautiously, without revealing her true intentions.
"I understand," Ophis replied calmly, hiding her emotions behind a mask of serenity. "I could... offer... an exchange."
The sword's laughter echoed in the vast and shadowy landscape of the Underworld, a sound that puzzled Ophis and made her frown with frustration. The goddess of infinity, accustomed to the seriousness of her surroundings, felt uncomfortable with the sword's mocking tone.
"What's so funny?" inquired Ophis, her voice resonating with a hint of impatience.
The sword continued laughing, as if it had found the situation extremely amusing. After a few moments, it finally calmed down enough to respond.
[Your suggestion piques my interest, however, the pact I made with my bearer is firm and unyielding, not subject to mere mundane exchanges; thus it was agreed upon since my end was so.]
The words of the sword frustrated Ophis even more. She had hoped she could convince the sword to reach a mutually beneficial agreement, but now she realized that her plan was more complicated than she had imagined. However, she was not willing to give up so easily. But the last phrase caught her attention.
"How is it that a god like you ended up like this?" Ophis asked, her determination beginning to surface despite her confusion.
[The one responsible for my imprisonment possesses such immense power that he can make anything disappear; even dreams, infinity, emptiness, and even destiny itself.]
Ophis paid close attention to every word spoken by the sword, recognizing the relevance and weight of that revealed detail. Each assertion resonated in her mind like a persistent echo. Perhaps the one responsible for locking that god in the sword had established his own guidelines, ensuring that the sword was subject to any detail, both irrelevant and complex. The problem was figuring out how to find out such requirements.
"Maybe... I could..."
[Although your intentions to help are motivated by your insatiable thirst for power, I sincerely appreciate the effort you are making to free me.]
The dragoness furrowed her brow again.
[But I must decline, as I mentioned before, I am very loyal to my bearer.]
Uroboros felt the frustration take hold of her even more. The sword's response confirmed her suspicions: seizing it would not be an easy task. However, she was determined to find a way, even if it meant facing the sword's owner. In her vast knowledge, she knew that the bearers of sacred gears; weapons granted by the grace of the lord, were much weaker than the weapons themselves. Following that logic, ending the bearer should be easy.
But something intrigued her.
"A being like you... serving a mortal?" Ophis inquired, trying to find some crack in the sword's armor.
The sword remained silent for a moment, as if weighing its words carefully. Finally, it spoke with a solemnity that surprised Ophis.
[The idea of serving a mortal may seem strange to someone like you, but even the most irrelevant of mortals can possess a will and determination that rival that of any divine being.]
The sword's words resonated in Ophis's mind, prompting deep reflection. While she did not take humans in the human world and the insignificant beings of the supernatural world seriously, she was now forced to reconsider her perspective. Perhaps behind the apparent fragility of human beings lay an unbreakable force worthy of respect.
"It's... confusing," Ophis replied, who for the first time in millennia was reflecting on the complexity of the issue. "A god... bound to the... whims and demands... of a mere mortal."
The sword flickered with a fleeting glow, as if considering the question seriously. After a brief moment, it responded solemnly:
[The will of my bearer is as unyielding as the hardest minerals existing in the universe. He has fought countless battles, faced insurmountable challenges, and endured countless failures, all for the greater good. I have witnessed his suffering, his hatred, his love, and his happiness throughout a converging cycle, a cycle that has captured my attention. And that is why I have sworn my loyalty to him.]
The sword's words resonated in Ophis's mind, arousing intense curiosity about the unknown bearer. Despite her disinterest in mortals, a persistent unease invaded her as she reflected on the sword's words. Every detail, every nuance of the conversation, was scrutinized meticulously in search of some clue that could explain how such a peculiar case was possible.
A god serving a mortal.
"Your resolution... doesn't make sense."
The sword remained silent for a moment, as if carefully considering its words before responding with unwavering serenity:
[From your perspective, it may seem like an absurd concept. So I will show you, perhaps with what you witness... your resolution may yield conclusive results. Prepare yourself, immortal girl]
The sword emitted a dazzling light that flooded the surrounding landscape, forcing Ophis to shield her eyes with both hands. The radiance was so intense that it seemed to encompass the entire horizon, turning the landscape into a sea of luminosity. When the light finally faded, the goddess of infinity and the sword had disappeared.
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For about an hour, the doctor provided a detailed explanation of the various factions that comprised the world they were in. Trunks listened attentively as Abbader described the territories of heaven, the underworld, and the Grigori, as well as the history of the war that had consumed them in the past. He also learned about the four great Maous and their roles in the underworld, shedding light on the demonic government system.
"So this world is some kind of alternative version of the human world, divided between angels, fallen angels, and demons, is that correct?" Trunks inquired with interest.
"Exactly," responded the doctor, nodding solemnly. "Each of these factions has its own well-defined territory. And as I mentioned before, you're in the Underworld, the domain of demons."
Seeing the doubt reflected on his patient's face, Doctor Abbader decided to provide more details on how the 72 demon clans had significantly diminished after the war. He explained the system by which demons could reincarnate humans to repopulate their ranks, turning them into servants of the demons who were in charge of selecting the suitable humans for that purpose. This revelation prompted some disapproval from Trunks, who questioned the morality of such a practice.
"It's understandable that you feel that way," commented the doctor, acknowledging the validity of Trunks' dissatisfaction. "However, you must understand that we are fighting for survival and we had to adapt measures for our population to return to what it was before."
"Seems more like a form of slavery, don't you think?" Trunks questioned with a certain indignation in his tone. "No one should be forced to give up their own identity and be turned into a mere instrument for the interests of others, even in such a challenging world as this."
Doctor Abbader nodded understandingly, acknowledging the validity of Trunks' perspective.
"We are very aware that the concept of personal freedom is fundamental in any society, and ours is no exception," the doctor responded. "However, I want to clarify that the humans selected by the demon houses do so voluntarily. Only those who give their consent are reincarnated as demons."
While the explanation was convincing, the doctor chose not to dwell on the topic of human reincarnation by noble demons. This decision was due to his desire to keep the focus on the most important aspects of the conversation and avoid discussions that could detract from the main objective.
"I understand," said Trunks, not entirely convinced by the doctor's explanation but deciding to let it pass for the moment.
Continuing with his explanation, the doctor also mentioned the death of the god of that world, which left behind sacred artifacts reserved for a few privileged humans, as well as highlighting the existence of more factions and mythological beings from different cultures. The doctor also revealed that one of his daughters was one of the great Maous, while the other was the heir of their clan, shedding more light on the complex social and political structure of that world.
"There could be said to be countless creatures inhabiting this world," Mai responded, still puzzled by the matter, as she reflected on the diversity of beings that could inhabit the underworld.
The doctor nodded.
"Very well, I believe I have provided you with the necessary information you need to know," said the doctor seriously. "Now I would like to get answers from your side. I assure you that only my superiors and I will know what we discuss here. So tell me with all confidence, where do Mai and you come from?"
Trunks exchanged a brief glance with Mai before responding, assessing the situation cautiously before deciding how to proceed.
"Our situation is somewhat... complicated," Trunks began, choosing his words carefully as he tried to find the best way to address the issue without revealing too much. "We come from a place different from yours, a place we could describe as... another universe, although that would be an oversimplification."
Doctor Abbader listened attentively, his expression serious but receptive, indicating that he was willing to hear more.
"And to clear any doubts, we didn't come here because we wanted to," Mai continued, trying to convey the idea without revealing unnecessary details.
"It was based on unexpected and unfortunate events that led us to arrive in this place," Trunks added, with a sigh denoting the emotional burden that accompanied recounting the story of his life and Mai's with someone he barely knew, "but for you to better understand... I'll have to tell you... my story."
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Doctor Abbader began to recount what he had discovered during the interrogation of Future Trunks, focusing on the most relevant details without mentioning the most painful details that the couple faced before coming here, for ethical reasons. He spoke about the apocalyptic world from which Trunks came, the devastation caused by an individual who called himself the god of justice, considering mortals beings that needed to disappear from the face of the earth so they would not continue to defile his pristine paradise.
Sirzechs listened attentively, with a seriousness that reflected an understanding of the gravity of the situation. His brows furrowed slightly as he absorbed every word from Doctor Abbader. His expression, though controlled, revealed a deep concern for what he was hearing. Each new revelation from the doctor seemed to weigh heavier on his shoulders, and his gaze reflected a firm determination but also a hint of unease about what would come next.
"What you're telling me is... too much," Sirzechs expressed, his voice reflecting a mixture of surprise and concern as he took a pause to assimilate the overwhelming amount of information he had just received.
The doctor understood the message, allowing a brief period of time to pass. Once the shock had subsided, the doctor cleared his throat a bit before speaking again.
"And that's not all, Sirzechs-sama," the doctor continued, clearing his throat a bit. "There is something even more revealing."
Sirzechs observed the doctor attentively, hinting a flash of approval in his gaze, which encouraged the doctor to continue his narrative and share everything he had discovered.
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"You've been through a lot," commented Doctor Abbader empathetically, his voice conveying calm and understanding as he looked at Trunks and Mai, showing genuine interest in their experiences.
Mai, in a silence filled with emotion, clenched her fists tightly, as if all the intensity of her emotions were concentrated in them. Her face reflected the weight of the painful memories that still haunted her, vividly recalling how Zamasu had annihilated those she considered her closest family and friends. The impact of that event remained devastating for her, like a wound that refused to heal completely.
The doctor sensed the palpable tension in the air and decided to intervene to offer them a break. With a compassionate gesture, he paused, giving them the opportunity to share their stories without feeling pressured or distrusted.
"Take all the time you need. I'm here to listen whenever you're ready to continue your story," said the doctor kindly.
With a deep sigh, Trunks proceeded to explain his background, omitting intimate details, without delving further into his past or mentioning that he was a time traveler, and only sharing the essentials: that he was the result of the union between a human and a being belonging to a powerful warrior alien race known as Saiyans. He explained how his world had been devastated as a result of a battle with a god, and how that tragedy had led him and Mai to end up in this unknown place.
Doctor Abbader listened attentively, assimilating the information with seriousness and compassion. Although Trunks's story was extraordinary, the doctor made an effort to maintain an open and receptive attitude, recognizing the gravity of the situation they faced.
It all seemed like madness, but every time the doctor interrupted to ask something, the warrior from the future responded with complete sincerity and coherence. Even, in a moment of impulse, the young man got up from his bed and dared to float a little in the air, as if to prove a point and demonstrate the truthfulness of his claims.
Doctor Abbader watched in astonishment as Trunks rose in the air with supernatural grace, confirming the authenticity of his words. Although surprised, the doctor kept his composure, assimilating this new demonstration of ability with scientific curiosity.
"Incredible," murmured Doctor Abbader, his voice full of admiration as he watched Trunks float. "This is... truly amazing."
Trunks descended carefully, feeling twinges of pain in his arm and legs as he did so. He decided to return to his bed to rest and alleviate the discomfort.
"There was no need to do that; you could have waited to recover a little more," the doctor remarked disapprovingly.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Abbader, but it was important for you to see with your own eyes that my words are not simply the delusions of a madman," explained the warrior from the future calmly.
"I understand, I know you wanted to provide evidence for everything you're telling me," replied the doctor calmly, but with a tone denoting reprimand. "However, your health is the most important thing right now. You should rest and recover properly before making any further demonstrations."
Trunks nodded with a gesture of gratitude, acknowledging the wisdom in the doctor's words. However, before he could respond, the patriarch of the Sitri cleared his throat, changing the course of the conversation.
"You mentioned that one of your friends summoned a more powerful god, right?" he asked seriously. "Was it to defeat the malevolent deity that ravaged your world?"
Both swallowed hard at the doctor's abruptness in his question.
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—So, all of this was caused by a god from the world where he comes from," inquired Sirzechs, with a glint of intrigue in his eyes, "like those Lovecraftian myths I read about in the human world."
Doctor Abbader nodded solemnly, acknowledging the validity of the comparison.
"I'm afraid so, Sirzechs-sama. I have no reason to doubt the young man's words," responded Doctor Abbader sincerely, his tone laden with seriousness. "What he has shared with me is coherent and aligns with our hypotheses about the existence of other worlds, originating from the dimensional breach."
The coincidence between Trunks's account of divine intervention to defeat the malevolent entity that devastated his world and the tales of terrifying deities described in Lovecraft's myths was unsettling. Just like in those stories, where cosmic beings of unfathomable power emerge from dimensions beyond human understanding, the idea of other dimensions and worlds governed by their own rules was difficult to accept and process. However, the existence of other dimensions, other worlds, and with them, deities whose power could surpass even the imposing Great Red.
It all sounded like a tale written by a schizophrenic, but the evidence presented pointed to that reality.
"Now I understand why you didn't want Serafall to be involved in this," said Sirzechs, noticing beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Even I find it very difficult to comprehend this and maintain composure."
"That's why I decided to come to you, Sirzechs-sama, as the Maou in charge of domestic affairs. I believe it's best for you to handle this matter."
Sirzechs exhaled deeply.
"You're placing a very heavy burden on my shoulders," said the Crimson Satan, with a sigh heavy with regret. "I imagine Trunks-dono informed you about the outcome of the battle, didn't he?
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The mention of those events provoked a visceral reaction in Mai, who clenched her teeth tightly, unable to bear the anguish of remembering that incident any longer. With tears in her eyes, she abruptly left the room, needing a moment to regain composure away from the pressure of the interrogation.
Trunks looked with concern towards the door through which Mai had just exited, but then turned his attention back to Doctor Abbader, impacted by what he had witnessed, he decided to resume the conversation despite the discomfort that those memories brought. And thus, to avoid talking about it in the future.
"Trunks, I deeply regret causing distress to Mai with my questions," said the doctor, filled with remorse. "It was not my intention to hurt her feelings. I understand that these memories are painful for both of you, and we shouldn't delve into them if they cause so much suffering."
Trunks nodded gratefully, acknowledging the doctor's understanding and empathy.
"Don't worry, I appreciate the sensitivity you have shown us," he responded sincerely, wishing to leave behind those painful memories and focus on the present. "So, I would like to conclude this matter once and for all to avoid bringing it up in the future."
Determined to end the interrogation, with a serious look and a tone filled with emotion, he revealed that the world he had known since birth was erased from existence by Zeno-sama. He also mentioned that, in order to protect themselves, he expelled his own power to seek refuge in another dimension and escape the grim fate to which the small deity had sentenced them. The memory of the disappearance of his home, of his friends and loved ones, still weighed heavily on his soul, reminding him of the anguish and pain he had experienced in those dark moments.
The doctor was stunned by Trunks's revelation. Although he had dismissed the possibility that the young people were potential enemies, what he had just heard was so extraordinary that it defied all logic. How could he assimilate the idea that they had come to his world through the distortion of dimensions caused by the colossal power of this Zeno-sama? Everything seemed too surreal to be true. However, as he reflected on the sincerity in Trunks and Mai's words, the doctor was forced to consider the possibility that they were telling the truth. Although it was difficult to believe, he had to keep an open mind and be prepared to explore all possibilities.
"And now... What do you plan to do?" Doctor Abbader spoke again after an uncomfortable silence.
Trunks sighed, his expression reflecting the confusion that engulfed him.
"I don't know, I have no idea," he replied honestly, revealing the uncertainty that consumed him.
A few more minutes of silence passed between them.
Doctor Abbader considered the situation seriously, recognizing the need to seek additional guidance from his superiors given the extraordinary nature of the circumstances.
"I understand the magnitude of the situation. As I mentioned, we will accommodate you and your friend and provide you with lodging until you fully recover," the doctor announced calmly, his voice reflecting the seriousness of the moment. "Once I inform my superiors, we will deliberate whether it is viable to accommodate you in the Underworld or assign you a residence in the human world."
Doctor Abbader plunged into deep thought, aware of the significance of the situation they faced. He acknowledged the urgent need to seek additional guidance from his superiors, fully understanding the extraordinary nature of the circumstances surrounding Trunks and Mai. Trunks nodded in appreciation for the offered hospitality, although a slight concern was reflected in his gaze. The idea of staying in an unknown place, even temporarily, made him somewhat uneasy.
"I greatly appreciate your help, Doctor Abbader," responded the warrior of the future with gratitude.
Doctor Abbader nodded understandingly, watching Trunks carefully as the tension that had invaded his demeanor began to ease. The young Saiyan's worried features gradually softened, as if the prospect of receiving help and refuge alleviated some of the burden he carried.
"Rest for now, don't make sudden movements, and don't... break the diet I assign you," advised Doctor Abbader kindly as Trunks lowered his gaze slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "For now, I'll take my leave. If you need anything, my nurses will attend to you."
Trunks nodded once again, grateful for Doctor Abbader's words of concern and care. Although he still felt uneasy about the uncertainty of his situation, at least now he had a safe place to rest and recover.
"Understood, doctor. I'll do my best to follow your recommendations," he responded sincerely, showing a slight determination in his expression.
Doctor Abbader gave him a reassuring smile before leaving the room, leaving Trunks alone with his thoughts.
The silence reigned in the crater, interrupted only by the dragon goddess of infinity's ragged breathing. Ophis, as imposing and majestic as ever, now found herself vulnerable and disoriented, struggling to regain control of herself after her mysterious journey.
The Z Sword, on the other hand, remained silent, its imposing and serene presence contrasting with Ophis's situation. It watched the dragon with attention, not uttering a word, as if patiently waiting for her to recover enough to speak.
"It's hard... to believe," murmured Ophis, her voice still filled with disbelief as she tried to process what she had just experienced.
The revelation about the existence of Zeno-sama was like a devastating blow to Ophis. Although she had always considered Great Red and Trihexa as the ultimate beings in the universe, the idea that there was an entity even more powerful and overwhelming than them filled her with fear and anxiety.
The Hakai-shin, Kaioshins, Dai Kaioshin, and Angels were impressive figures in their own right, but the mere idea of Zeno-sama overshadowed everything else. He was the pinnacle of power, the supreme authority over everything that existed. Just thinking about his omnipotence and ability to destroy entire universes sent a shiver down Ophis's spine.
In that moment, she realized that the world she had been living in was much bigger and more complex than she had imagined. There were forces at play that transcended her understanding, and she felt small and insignificant compared to them.
[Well, believe it, immortal girl]
she raised her gaze, observing the sword with a penetrating look. Despite being a being that has lived for millennia, what she witnessed was on another level.
"You are... one of those supreme gods, aren't you?" Ophis asked directly, her voice filled with determination.
The Z Sword, with its radiant glow, floated in the air as Ophis confronted it. In response to the dragon of infinity's direct question, the sword replied calmly and serenely:
[I am, immortal girl. I am one of the divine beings who had a universe under their supervision. Now do you understand why I will never grant you my loyalty?]
Ophis was stunned by the revelation, feeling a profound pain as she contemplated Trunks's difficult and traumatic life since childhood. Death and violence were constant companions in his existence, and every day was a struggle to survive in a world torn apart by tragedy and destruction. Seeing innocent people fall victim to a cruel and senseless fate, created by the hands of a ruthless being with delusions of grandeur and revenge, filled her with powerless fury.
The death toll accumulated alarmingly: hundreds on the first day, thousands in the first month, millions in the first year. And among those lists of fatalities, the names of the Z warriors topped the blacklist of destiny. Each name crossed out in blood, like a grim reminder that their souls had already been claimed by death.
The despair and suffering of Trunks resonated in Ophis's heart, making her reflect on the brutality of the world he had been thrown into. Although she was an eternal being, she now understood that immortality did not guarantee the absence of pain or the infinite suffering that these mortals could experience.
Ophis witnessed titanic battles that decided the fate of that universe, confrontations against formidable enemies like Cell, Bojack, Broly, Dabura, and an endless list of adversaries that kept everyone on edge. However, in the end, victory always fell to the heroes, who, with bravery and determination, managed to overcome all adversities.
But even for the most powerful heroes, there was always an insurmountable obstacle, a shadow lurking from the depths of darkness. That shadow had a name:
"Black."
A being whose face reflected the image of the savior fallen on multiple occasions, yet whose spirit harbored the essence of the universal genocider, Zamas, originating from an alternate timeline. This being stripped Trunks of his most sacred being, his mother, Bulma Brief, leaving him almost alone in a pain that transcended the borders of the multiverse.
In the midst of that pain and desperation, Ophis began to understand something crucial.
"He... is like... me."
Uroboros uttered those words with a mix of surprise and understanding. The revelation left her perplexed, for as she observed Trunks's life and experiences, she began to glimpse parallels with her own immortal existence. Although there were notable differences between their lives, she was convinced that they were alike.
Despite coming from different worlds and circumstances, both shared the burden of suffering and the struggle against unfathomable adversities. In that moment, Uroboros felt a special connection with the warrior of the future, a mutual understanding that transcended the barriers of time and space.
[Are you completely sure of what you're saying, immortal girl?]
Facing the sword's question, Ophis observed it in silence, her expression revealing a deep conviction in the statement she had just made. She didn't need words to confirm what her intuition told her with certainty.
Ophis's logical reasoning led her to an inevitable conclusion: she and Trunks were destined to be together. Both faced loneliness from different perspectives, but equally overwhelming. They had no place to call home and were seen by others as powerful beings, sometimes feared or misunderstood. Additionally, they shared a cold and serious nature, forged by the circumstances they had faced throughout their lives. From Ophis's perspective, these similarities complemented and united them in a way that transcended superficial differences.
In one of those unexpected twists that the universe sometimes presents, she became intrigued by a peculiar human; the current bearer of the Boosted Gear.
Hyōdō Issei.
Known both for his reputation as a pervert and for being one of the most promising prospects among demons, he added an intriguing twist to the situation. The fact that someone showed interest in Issei, despite his reputation, was unusual and raised questions about the motives of the dragon goddess of infinity.
And that's what sparked her interest in the current Sekiryuutei; due to his unusual progress and promising potential, Trunks's presence seemed to overshadow everything else. Now, her focus was on understanding the essence and power of the young Saiyan, whose experiences and abilities made him stand out as an extraordinary figure. As she contemplated how to reach the greatness she saw in Trunks, Ophis wondered if she could ever equal his magnificence.
"I want him," declared the goddess, fixing her gaze on a distant point on the horizon.
The Z Sword remained momentarily silent, processing Ophis's declaration.
[What exactly do you want, immortal girl?]
Ignoring the sword's question, her mind was focused on her new ambition.
"Trunks... will be mine."
Ophis's declaration left the Z Sword perplexed, showing incredulity at the stunning revelation.
[Do you want Trunks to be yours? What does that mean exactly? Are you suggesting that you want to claim him as a lackey or as an object of your ownership?]
Ophis remained absorbed in that point on the horizon, completely ignoring the sword's questions. After a moment of silence, she decided to leave the place without uttering another word, leaving the sword plunged into that uncertainty.
End of the chapter.
Clarifications
(1) In Shin DxD novel, it was revealed that the dimensional breach was a kind of portal capable of harboring new worlds, highly delicate information known only to the top brass, as it is merely a hypothesis. Those who have read the Shin novels will know what kind of beings have come from there to wreak havoc in the world of DxD.
(2) Trunks chose to remain silent about certain aspects of his life, especially those related to his time travels and his past, so he chose to omit details just like Doctor Abbader and lie about how they arrived in the underworld.
And with this, we conclude the chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. If you enjoyed the reading, I invite you to leave your comments and suggestions. Your favorites and followers are always welcome! See you in the next chapter. Goodbye!
