Hello everyone, dear readers,

I have no excuse, friends. I must admit that I lost inspiration due to an intensive course. You see, at my job, they're launching a trilingual campaign, and as some of you may know, out of necessity and the ambition for a better salary, I had to learn a second language: English. Although I don't fully master it, it has helped me escape the terrible Latin American minimum wage and has allowed me to lead a somewhat stable life. But I am a very ambitious person; I want to have a lot of money and be a capitalist pig so I can use my fortune on nonsense. In fact, my dream is to have a Japanese company at my disposal to animate the unfinished anime seasons that I want to see, haha.

But I digress.

One must start small to achieve such a desired goal. I have been presented with the opportunity to learn French. In my country, a new language means more money, and since I'm not married, I thought, why not? The company I work for has opened positions in Canada, but speaking French is a requirement. So, I enrolled in an intensive course to also master that language and increase my salary. However, this course is extremely exhausting. Literally, I come home, fall asleep, and want to know nothing more.

Due to a board meeting, we paused the course for three days. I took that time to catch up with you all and not neglect the story. I know it will take me a little while to update, but I want you to know that the story is still in progress. I'm excited to continue writing it and have loyal readers like you. I don't want to let you down; I want to provide something extremely entertaining and of quality, consistently.

In fact, I would love to turn this fanfic into a light novel with more details and illustrations made by me, similar to the light novels of any anime you know. But for that, I would need to refine more details and build a high number of followers to capitalize on it. However, first, I need to finish this story, which I warn you, will have many chapters—I estimate around 50. And in the future, I might animate it; perhaps I'll enroll in an animation course to do it like the great Maplestar (a person who creates XXX of famous anime).

I know some people may not fully know the characters, but I have a practical solution. There was an online game of High School DxD from which the famous "mobage cards" were extracted. I will leave a link in my profile on Google Drive for those who want to download the set of character cards and familiarize themselves with them.

I appreciate your patience, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story, but not before leaving a review.

When you see the phrase written "like this," it means a character is talking to themselves or thinking. From there, I decided to adopt another approach called "battle of thoughts," which will start with these symbols =0= * =0= here is where both thoughts of two or more characters think about each other positively or negatively; you will appreciate it throughout the reading.

Alright, now onto responding to reviews.

Yuki: Thank you so much for your words, new reader! I'm really glad you liked how I portrayed Trunks. I wanted to maintain his essence as someone kind and willing to fight for others. It makes me happy that many say I've captured Trunks' personality well, because I really respect canon and dislike when others change the essence of characters (yes, I'm talking to you, forced inclusion). It's also good to know you find the tense relationship with Serafall interesting. Let's see if it continues to intrigue you when we add Ophis to the equation. Thanks for reading, and I look forward to hearing more of your thoughts!

Danish78: I'm glad to read your reviews again, brother from another mother. You have no idea how pleased I am that you're still following the story. It lets me know I'm doing something right to have such loyal readers. Regarding Serafall, she wants Trunks but her desire to kill him is stronger, so let's set aside the magical girl for now. For a moment, I thought you had read the novels, but don't worry, as I specified earlier, that's what the clarifications are for. Later, I'll upload the link with the pack of cards featuring the DXD girls.

Some1call4MR-E: Welcome back, friend! The only thing I'll say is, if you want to know who that other Saiyan was, you'll have to keep reading hahahaha. While what you say is true, you forget that Trunks can sense people's ki, which allows him to discern who is good or bad. That's where he can realize who's who, but mind you, I don't invalidate your viewpoint; in fact, I dare say it's accurate.

Regarding your point about many preferring strong-willed characters, let me respectfully disagree. Some hybrids, like Trunks, may have different preferences due to their unique composition. While some may be drawn to women with strong, active wills, others might prefer the tranquility and stability offered by calmer personalities. In Trunks' case, his decision could be influenced by various unique experiences and circumstances in his life.

I'm glad you're following the story; your comments entertain me. I hope you stick around and keep reading for a good while!

Dimiel: Damn, buddy, I love that you leave long comments! I always enjoy reading your detailed impressions. Let's start with the response. First, about the Time Patrol, for now, I'm ruling out their presence in the story. I might include them in the future, but for now, events will focus on other aspects without direct temporal intervention.

Regarding the time machine, it did indeed suffer significant damage. That's why Bulma and Vegeta had to resort to Grand Suno to track down where the hell Trunks had ended up. So yes, there was an issue with the machine that led to these unexpected developments. And it's all thanks to the little genocidal pill head guy! yaaay!

As for Serafall, throughout the novel, it becomes clear that her behavior is unpredictable, much like her sexual orientation. The author plays with the line between whether she's joking or speaking seriously, adding a level of complexity to her character. I wouldn't classify her as a yandere, as a yandere is completely in love with the protagonist, whereas Serafall seems driven by dark carnal desires due to the purity of Trunks's soul, which demons adore the most, the more pure the most they want to own it, however her desire to kill Trunks is stronger due to past traumas that cause certain episodes of paranoia. So here we can use our creativity further in addition. Besides, admit it, Serafall is a fucking demon, it is not unreasonable to think that you have thoughts in that way for more unbalanced that is the balance thanks to the death of god.

And I won't talk more about the character who put the DxD world upside down so as not to give more spoilers. Thanks again for your detailed observations and for continuing to enjoy the fanfic. I hope the next chapters continue to be to your liking!

Vulcanator: Thanks man, "You'll see it in due time, as the story progresses."

Wowen-ruiz: Don't you dare question that buddy

Civen434: Your sense of smell is not bad at all.

Alright, now that the Q&A session is over, let's get started with the chapter.


Chapter 11: Power Game

It had been a very stimulating day... Issei whistled cheerfully as he made his way to the school campus. Comparing it to the days when he was just a poor devil with no luck with girls to his current situation felt like he had found the gates of Eden itself. His stupid grin mirrored the immense satisfaction he felt for how far he had come.

He vividly remembered the image of the half-naked bodies of the girls he had longed for. And what about the smoothness and beauty of their skin! But most importantly were their breasts, those wonders created by the Lord bouncing as the girls played in the pool, it was an unforgettable sight. The memory of those exposed breasts swaying was deeply etched in his mind.

Yet, the image that would be engraved in Issei's mind for centuries, or perhaps millennia, was that damned erotic scene of Rias and Akeno launching magical attacks at each other. Each spell made their breasts dance from side to side, a hypnotic dance he couldn't shake from his mind. The sight caused his body to involuntarily shiver, a trickle of blood to run from his nostrils, and suddenly, his pants began to tent.

As he approached the school building, a silver glint caught Issei's attention from the school gate. He paused for a moment to observe it more closely, wondering what it could be.

Suddenly, an intense piercing pain shot through Issei's arm, as if a thousand invisible needles were stabbing into his skin. He clenched his teeth tightly and gripped his sore limb with his other hand, feeling every muscle tense in a desperate attempt to mitigate the searing stab piercing through him.

" what the hell?!"

Once the pain in his arm subsided, Issei watched as that gray glow took on human form, gradually materializing into a young man. The sunlight played with the shadows, making Issei momentarily doubt whether what he saw was real or if he might be going insane.

Though he didn't care much.

As he approached closer, he could see a young man with silver hair, denser and darker than Grayfia's, with an appearance suggesting a foreign origin, much like his usual client who had turned out to be the leader of the Fallen Angels. Issei couldn't gauge his age just by looking at him. Was he around his age, or perhaps younger? He wasn't sure if he was an exchange student or another supernatural being blending in with the crowd. Uncertainty filled him.

It seemed only Issei could see him, as if he were an illusion. The young man, with eyes as golden and transparent as crystal, stared directly at him. This made Issei uncomfortably avert his gaze quickly. Issei's expression seemed to amuse the silver-haired youth greatly, who approached him with an expression that could rival that of a yakuza member.

"Seems like a good school," said the young man, staring at Issei intently, that unsettling smile never leaving his face.

"I suppose so," Issei replied, his expression somewhat forced, as the guy's smile made him quite uncomfortable.

Apparently, the young man seemed interested in the school, but Issei knew he shouldn't let his guard down. He pondered how to respond to any questions the guy might ask, but before he could envision more possible scenarios, the guy spoke again.

"I never thought our second encounter would be in a place like this."

Issei raised an eyebrow, surprised by the statement. He didn't recall seeing this golden-eyed young man before, but he seemed sure of what he was saying. Intrigued and somewhat puzzled, Issei responded cautiously.

"Second encounter? What are you talking about?"

The young man sharpened his gaze, his smile widening even more.

"Just as you hear it, Welsh Dragon, Sekiryuutei. Hyoudou Issei." The young man's gaze sharpened, his smile widening even more. "This is our second encounter."

Issei suddenly felt alert. How did this young man know his full name and his nickname in the supernatural world as he had been born with the boosted gear? A feeling of discomfort came over him as he tried to understand who this enigmatic character was and what the hell he wanted with him.

"I am Vali, Vanishing Dragon, the Hakuryuukou."

So he was the White Dragon, his destined rival just as Ddraig had explained the previous night.

Was that what he came for? It was too early to settle scores, not to mention that Rias and her friends would intervene if things got ugly, and they would probably get hurt. Issei felt his heart pounding in his chest, every beat resonated strongly from fear and adrenaline taking over him.

This guy's aura was very powerful; he would dare to affirm that it was more powerful than that of Kokabiel. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized the magnitude of the power emanating from his opponent. His mere presence seemed to make everything feel different, as if the young man would be repressing his power, power that threatened to overflow at any moment.

Issei knew he still didn't have the level to face him. The power difference between the two of them was abysmal, and the confidence the young man showed made him even more intimidating. Hyoudou began to sweat little by little, anxiety was taking over him, he felt the cold sweat on his forehead and trembling hands as he tried to maintain composure. His mind filled with frantic thoughts, desperately seeking a way out of the situation, but he couldn't think of anything.

He kept thinking a thousand and one ways to get out of the predicament he was in until.

"You look like a helpless puppy." Issei opened his eyes wide when he felt the punch of that boy near his face. "If I tried to use magic on you right now..."

He didn't finish the sentence. Suddenly, two swords headed for the Hakuryuukou's neck. Kiba and Xenovia appeared at the right moment. Rias's knight wielded his Sword of Betrayal, and Xenovia wielded Durandal firmly.

"Do you think your joke went too far?" Kiba said, his voice tense.

"I can't allow you to start the fight destined with the Red Dragon, White Dragon."

However, the boy began to laugh, as if the threat of the swords about to cut his neck were child's play for him.

"Do you dare to say that while you're shaking like a fucking jelly?"

Issei looked at Kiba and Xenovia. Both of their hands were shaking, although they tried to hide it.

"That bugs like you dare to boast that way is laughable," said the silver-haired youth amidst laughter. "Between us two, there is a decisive difference in power. If you couldn't do anything against Kokabiel, do you think you could do anything against me?"

The atmosphere became even more tense. Issei could feel the overwhelming tension in the environment. Kiba and Xenovia, despite their bravery, were clearly outmatched by the presence of the Hakuryuukou. The boy's laughter echoed, mocking their pathetic attempt at intimidation and highlighting the immense gap in their abilities.

"Issei-san."

"Asia, step back!" he said, moving the nun behind him.

All of this was watched by the Hakuryuukou who looked at the pathetic scene with grace.

"You know full well that not even fighting together would have a chance of defeating me, but you can do the test," said this challenger, looking at the two knights of Rias respectively, "after all if you don't mind creating a stir, why should I care?"

Kiba and Xenovia exchanged looks of dissatisfaction, clicking their lips in annoyance simultaneously made their swords disappear, leaving a trail of moats of light that vanished in the air, calmly both began to move away from the Hakuryuukou to position themselves from the side of Issei.

"Hyoudou Issei, what position of strength do you think you are in this world?" he asked suddenly.

Strength? Was he talking about his strength? Certainly, Issei hadn't asked himself that before. He had been told that the power of the Red Dragon was abnormal, that he had been feared in years where the ancient great war occurred, but he did not know what his current strength was. Also, it should be noted that he was still very inexperienced in battle.

"Counting from the first, in your conditions with the incomplete Balance Breaker, I could catalog you in a four-digit number ... between 1000 and 1500," Vali paused, noticing that those present did not seem to fully understand his reference. "Call it a power level, like in those animes that humans love to watch. Although in your case, I would dare to calculate your strength with a three-digit number."

Issei frowned, trying to process the information. The term "Balance Breaker" sounded familiar, his mind brought memories of the battle against Raiser Phenix, did it refer to that ostentatious armor that his sacred gear manifested that time when he decided to give his arm to Ddraig? He looked at Kiba and Xenovia for any sign of understanding, but their expressions reflected the same confusion as his.

"What is this about? Are you saying you're the first?" Issei frowned, irritated by Vali's careless attitude.

The young man shrugged indifferently, further irritating Issei.

"You'll know in due time. All I'll say is, even though you have a decent level of power right now, I'm not interested in you. I have a bigger goal in mind," Vali said with a disturbing smile, fixing his gaze on a point behind Issei.

Issei felt uncomfortable with Vali's gaze and his words. The feeling of being assessed as prey by a larger predator was not comforting. He looked at Kiba and Xenovia, who also seemed uneasy about the situation.

"And it's right behind you," Issei said confusedly, quickly turning along with Kiba and Xenovia.

"Trunks-san?" Kiba asked, surprised by the mention of that name.

Issei and the others quickly turned to hear the name, finding Trunks standing behind them, accompanied by Rias, Akeno, and Koneko, who had her arms crossed and a serious look on her face.

Vali looked at Trunks with a wolfish smile, as if he wanted to tear him apart. Trunks, unfazed by Vali's intense gaze, kept his posture firm and his expression serious.

Trunks watched Vali without saying anything as he made his way through the boys to stand in front of the silver-haired man.

"I had the impression that sooner or later you would appear again," commented Vali, observing him with that maniacal smile. "I was looking forward to it."

"To be honest, it doesn't cause me the slightest impression," said Trunks, staring at Vali firmly.

The tension between them was very palpable, both facing each other with penetrating looks, each assessing the other in silence. Issei and the others, though they didn't say anything, watched the scene with growing concern, aware of the dangerous energy beginning to manifest between the two. It was as if the atmosphere itself became denser, the air heavier, and more suffocating atmosphere, indicating that pandemonium could break out at any moment.

To prevent something like that from happening, Rias dared to intervene so that things wouldn't get worse, standing in between both young men.

"What do you intend, Hakuryuukō?" Rias asked, turning towards the silver-haired warrior and discreetly glancing at the future warrior, a signal he perfectly understood, subtly leaving a little space. "Are you involved with the Fallen Angels?"

Vali chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Answers... answers... answers... that's something we all seek, isn't it?" Vali replied with a mocking yet contemplative tone. "Certainly, we can have them, but answers come with a price, and not always do those answers satisfy us."

Trunks frowned slightly; Vali was being too evasive and ambiguous. He didn't understand what Vali was trying to achieve or demonstrate.

"Just answer the question" Trunks demanded.

The mocking smile on the White Dragon Emperor's face faded, clearly annoyed by the blue-haired fool's attitude.

"Welsh Dragon and Vanishing Dragon... also known as the Heavenly Dragons. Those who are bound to them are destined to lead a life full of tragedy," Vali responded, reluctant to give more details. "And you?" He turned to Issei with a serious tone. "How do you think you'll end up, Hyōdō Issei?"

Issei noticed the concern reflected on his master's face upon hearing that question, as if she knew a truth he didn't, yet she would ask him about it later. Setting aside that impression, he realized the significance of his destined rival's question; he was unaware of many things and apparently still didn't fully understand what it meant to be the bearer of one of the two Heavenly Dragons.

"I didn't come to fight today, nor am I interested in you, Hyōdō Issei, at least not entirely. I just wanted to see the school I visited last time," Vali shifted his gaze away from Issei and suddenly turned to Trunks with an expression that made his intentions clear. "As for you," he said, looking at Trunks challengingly, "I'll repay the humiliation with interest. You better watch your back."

Trunks remained impassive in the face of Vali's threat. The blue and amber gazes of both warriors locked again, charged with intense mutual hostility. The atmosphere grew even more tense as the two powerful warriors faced each other silently, each evaluating the other.

"We'll see who really needs to watch their back," Trunks responded firmly, showing no trace of fear.

"I'll look forward to it, asshole."

With one final challenging glance at Trunks, Vali turned around and began to walk away. His intense energy gradually diminished, and the atmosphere returned to normal.

Trunks watched the horizon where the silver-haired figure had departed, unaware that the other boys were watching him, some with fear and others with apprehension. The tension that had filled the air slowly dissipated, but the traces of what had transpired lingered in the unease of the boys.

Trunks stared at the horizon where Vali had disappeared, his mind filled with thoughts about the enigmatic White Dragon and his challenging words. The other boys watched him in silence, expectant after witnessing the tense situation.

"I didn't expect to see you again, Trunks," Issei broke the silence, drawing the young Saiyan's attention.

Trunks turned slowly towards Issei, a serious yet calm look in his blue eyes.

"Neither did I expect to be here again, but it seems fate has its strange ways of doing things," Trunks replied sincerely.

Issei forced a smile, still feeling somewhat awkward in the presence of the future warrior, quickly turning his head towards Rias to speak to her quietly. Apparently unaware that Trunks was observing him the whole time, his awkward attempt at being "discreet" was quite obvious.

"Buchō, what does this mean? What's going on?" Issei asked urgently, seeking answers from the leader of their group.

Rias, aware that she had many explanations to give, maintained her composure as she tried to calm Issei and clarify things not only for him but for the rest of her servants.

Rias sighed resignedly as Trunks turned embarrassedly away.

"Let's go to the Occult Research Club. We can clarify things there," Rias said, her face inexplicably turning crimson, as if she had just been through an embarrassing situation moments ago.

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Once they arrived at the Occult Research Club, Rias, with a heaviness in her voice, shared the news that her brother, Sirzechs, had suddenly appeared with Grayfia and Trunks, announcing that it was parent-teacher conference day at school, surprisingly counting as work.

"Onii-sama had urgent matters to attend to and left Trunks under my care to experience the human world," explained Rias, visibly embarrassed by the situation. "He didn't give me more details, just said, 'I'll leave Trunks-dono under your care while I handle some matters, count on you'," she added, imitating her elder brother's voice.

Trunks, remembering the moment perfectly, remained silent, also feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Issei, surprised by the revelation about the parent-teacher conference and Trunks' unexpected responsibility, quickly pondered how they could handle the situation.

"This is the limit; first, he forbids me from sleeping with you for one night, mou... he knows well that I don't sleep well if I'm not beside you," complained Rias, pouting, "and then he leaves me with this responsibility."

Rias blushed again, aware that her words could be misinterpreted. She turned her head slowly to look at Trunks, who watched her with a raised eyebrow in response to her comment. She quickly apologized:

"Please don't take it the wrong way, I don't mind you being here, it's just that this was all too sudden."

Trunks calmly observed Rias, who struggled to find the right words to apologize and avoid misunderstandings. The peaceful and gentle gaze of the future warrior gave her some reassurance, but the situation remained awkward for both.

"Don't worry, Rias-san. Sometimes circumstances can be unexpected and unpredictable," Trunks replied kindly.

Rias sighed with relief, grateful that her unexpected guest was someone very reasonable.

"Thank you, Trunks." She cleared her throat softly before continuing. "Akeno will show you around the club before classes start so you can get familiarized," she said to Trunks with a kind smile. "We'll be a bit busy," she added with another sigh, "I'm sorry to ask this, but could you stay here until the lunch bell rings?"

"Of course, Rias-san. There won't be any problem," Trunks agreed courteously.

"Thank you, Trunks. It will only be for a short period," Rias said, pleased with the future warrior's response. "Now, Akeno, could you take care of this?"

Before Akeno could respond, Xenovia unexpectedly interjected.

"Excuse me, Rias-Buchō, could I be the one to show him around the facilities?" asked Xenovia suddenly.

Rias blinked, surprised by Xenovia's unexpected proposal. She observed her new knight with curiosity, trying to discern what might be going through her mind. She knew Xenovia was a particularly peculiar and sometimes unpredictable girl, perhaps due to her strict ecclesiastical upbringing, which made her unsure of how to act normally.

At another time, Rias would have probed deeper into Xenovia's intentions, trying to better understand her motivations. However, at that moment, the very idea of unraveling the young woman's thoughts was giving him a severe headache. He decided, therefore, not to give it too much importance, at least for now.

Xenovia had a stoic expression, but with a gleam of expectation in her eyes, as if she was eagerly awaiting approval of his request. Rias watched the young knight carefully before giving her verdict.

-"Okay," she said as she began to organize her belongings for the special class preparations, "don't be late for class or you'll make the occult club look bad.

Xenovia simply nodded, watching patiently as everyone gathered their things and left the occult club room. Trunks looked at her quizzically as she watched meticulously as, one by one, the youngsters filed out. He wasn't sure what exactly he was feeling, but an uneasy feeling came over him as he watched Xenovia make sure the room was empty, not missing a beat and making sure everyone had actually left.

The sound of the doors closing echoed in the room, and a faint gleam appeared in Xenovia's eyes. Trunks couldn't help but think that she did indeed want to be alone with him. However, the question that intrigued him was: why?

Once she was sure they were alone, Xenovia approached Trunks with a serious expression, making the warrior of the future involuntarily swallow his saliva.

"As I have little time, I will first show you the facilities of the occult research club," she said with a monotonous voice and an expression that the Saiyajin could not decipher. "Please be so kind as to follow me"

"Eeem, sure," he replied as he followed Xenovia down the halls until she turned a corner and they entered what appeared to be a room.

Trunks found it somewhat suspicious, but decided to follow without complaint, since he didn't know the area and apparently Rias would be having a heavy day, the least he wanted to do was cause trouble for her. Once inside, Trunks couldn't help but be in awe of the opulence of the place, decorated in Victorian style. He was surprised to see a double bed in a school club, but decided not to question it for now.

"Hey,"he asked in a doubtful tone, "are you around?

Xenovia waited for the warrior from the future to enter and then approached the door of the room, closing it carefully, making sure the latch clicked perfectly into place. The soft sound of metal sliding, fortunately for her, went unnoticed by Trunks and once she made sure she had everything ready for whatever she had planned, Xenovia turned her attention back to Trunks, who continued to admire the ornamentation of the place.

But then he stopped for a second, when he turned around to leave he noticed that the door was closed, before he could even ask what was going on, he found the blue-haired former priestess right in front of him. Without warning, she pushed him roughly onto the bed. Trunks was taken aback as she, with a poker-faced expression, kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning the buttons of her school blouse.

(Date A live OST - Kurumi's theme)

-Nice to meet you, Trunks-dono. My name is Xenovia," said the blue-haired girl with a serious expression.

Trunks looked at her stunned wondering mentally if she had lost her mind. Not only because he clearly already knew her name, but also because of the rude push that had left him on the bed. What did she mean by doing such a thing?

"I'm sorry for this rough treatment on my part," she explained in a neutral, almost disturbing tone, "but everything has a reasonable explanation.

A logical explanation for locking the door, pushing him onto a bed and starting to unbutton her blouse? Trunks couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind was desperately trying to figure out what was going on as he watched her continue with what seemed like a well thought out and elaborate plan.

Trunks watched as Xenovia removed her school blouse, leaving her topless. Visibly embarrassed, the warrior of the future turned his gaze quickly to avoid looking at the young girl.

"There is something important I need to talk about," Xenovia began as she slowly unbuttoned her skirt. From a young age, the church trained us to dedicate our lives to a single purpose: to serve our Lord Jesus Christ. I was born with remarkable abilities, so the higher ups in the church took charge of my education.

"W-what are you doing?" said Trunks, redder than a tomato, trying to look away.

Ignoring the strangeness of the situation, Xenovia continued her tale as she stripped off her skirt, remaining only in her underwear. Taking a more aggressive attitude, even for someone as crude as she was as far as personal relationships were concerned, she sat on Trunks' legs and with an unusual audacity, which she was unaware of having placed her fingers on the future warrior's face and turned him around to force him to look at her again.

"Our dogma was to put God above all else. From childhood, the church instilled in us that there would be no greater happiness than serving our Lord, and that by doing so, we would need nothing else in life," she explained with a serene tone that contrasted with the intimacy of the situation. "But everything changed when I found out that God was dead. It was as if the very foundation of my existence had suddenly collapsed."

Trunks swallowed nervously, unable to hold his gaze on the hot brat from the Vatican, who was watching him as if she was going to eat him with her eyes.

And although his instinct was screaming at him to pull her away and tell her to go fuck herself, but his usual peaceful and serene character seemed to prevent him from doing so.

"Fortunately, I'm slowly finding my way through it. I'm beginning to see new perspectives on life and I've set a new goal for myself"

While she spoke, a slight itch in his nose momentarily distracted him, a physical signal he decided to ignore. Trunks vividly recalled the lessons on human anatomy his mother had taught him with such care. He knew that during estrus, females of different species often released pheromones to influence male behavior, causing them to follow her everywhere with the sole purpose of mating.

He immediately dismissed that notion because Bulma had also explained that the effect of pheromones on human behavior was not fully substantiated, unlike in other mammals. According to her, while there are studies suggesting female influence on male behavior in some species, it was not scientifically proven whether human females could do the same. Despite these uncertainties, Trunks noticed an unusual intensity in the eyes of the wielder of Durandal as she spoke, as if her words and gestures strongly affirmed that theory could be an absolute truth.

What Trunks didn't know was that demons, as creatures with a natural affinity for forbidden passions, considered lust almost a dogma and something essential to their nature. When desiring to copulate with someone, they emitted a subtle yet powerful essence that could deeply affect any male of another species, inducing intense and irrational desires in those exposed to it, regardless of their origin or initial resistance.

-I understand, I understand," he replied, trying to keep his composure. But what does that have to do with you taking your clothes off in front of me?

"That's what I'm getting at," said Xenovia, leaning closer to him. "Following my mistress's advice, I decided to pursue a goal of my own. Trunks-dono, may I have the privilege of giving birth to one of your children?

Awkward silence again...

"WHAT DID SHE SAY?!" he thought, completely astonished, shocked, unable to believe that such words came out and needless to say, with his face completely reddened by the daring proposal of the former priestess.

"S-sorry, b-but I think I misheard," said Trunks, not knowing how to escape the situation. "Could you repeat that last one?"

Xenovia didn't take her eyes off him at any moment, her amber eyes were fixed on Trunks', intensifying the tension in the atmosphere. Every second that passed made the situation even more problematic for the warrior of the future, who did not understand how that girl was asking such a thing. Discomfort and surprise were reflected on his face as he tried to escape from that unexpected and overwhelming situation without offending her.

"I said that I wish to have a child with you," Xenovia repeated calmly, as if her proposal was not at all irrational or strange. "Did I make myself clearer?"

He gasped like a fish, I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

"I've been studying the topic in more detail. I took the liberty to closely observe Rias-Buchō and Akeno-san's interactions with Issei-kun, which has provided me with invaluable experience for this moment." said Xenovia confidently, "Also, I spent time selecting this underwear set based on men's preferences thanks to surveys I've read online, so I'm sure it will be to your liking.

It was true, the set Xenovia was showing was extraordinarily provocative, revealing more skin than usual. The black lace bra was adorned with delicate floral lace details, designed to enhance her bust in a subtle but striking way. The thin straps added a touch of sensuality while providing adequate support. The matching thong, also in black lace, hugged her hips seductively, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Small decorative bows on either side added a playful touch to the ensemble, completing a look designed to captivate and seduce.

Or so she read on that website, just before she bought it.

Trunks was simply unable to find the right words to respond to Xenovia's proposal. The situation was completely surreal, and the young Saiyajin didn't know how to get out of it without offending Xenovia and causing a misunderstanding with Rias.

Trunks was simply unable to find the right words to respond to Xenovia's proposal. The situation was completely surreal, and the young Saiyajin didn't know how to get out of it without offending Xenovia and causing a misunderstanding with Rias.

"Xenovia, I... this is... very... unexpected..." he managed to articulate finally, feeling his face burning with embarrassment. "I think you're taking this too lightly. Come on, think about it, don't you think you're too young to become a mother?"

Xenovia leaned toward him, her amber eyes were fixed on Trunks'. The intensity of her gaze made him feel even more trapped.

"Rias-Buchō explained to me everything about the birth of demons." Explained the former priestess with disturbing calm. "If both parents are pure-blooded, it's very difficult to have a baby (3) but fortunately, I'm a reincarnated demon and you're a human" Explained she, who to Trunks Xenovia's horror opened his jacket and tore his sleeveless shirt to show off his abs. "And judging by your physical appearance, it's to assume that your sexual libido is strong"

"I can't believe what I'm hearing" thought the warrior from the future to himself. "S-she's c-crazy!"

"If we practice daily I might be able to conceive a baby in a short period of time." She said in a soft, but firm voice. "As you know, I have no experience pleasing men and the first few times may not be so pleasurable for you, but I will try to do my best so that you can enjoy yourself to the fullest."

"That's not what I meant!" Trunks exclaimed, looking shocked that Xenovia "didn't seem to understand the situation, as he tried to clarify his thoughts in the midst of confusion and discomfort. –"P-put s-som-me clothes on What we're doing isn't right, this isn't right! YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!

Xenovia kept her gaze fixed on him, as if assessing every reaction and word carefully. Her lips curved into a slight smile, as if she found Trunks' bewilderment amusing.

"I don't see age as an impediment. I am mentally prepared to take this step," She said in response with an unsettling seriousness.

Suddenly she pulled out some small square packages from her bag, with the characteristic symbols of man and woman intertwined and a heart in the middle, causing Trunks' reddening face to change to blue.

"We can use these for practice, but if you'd rather do without them, no problem. I have read that it is more pleasant to do it without the use of such an object, I'll know when I check it out" The warrior of the future stepped back while at the same time Xenovia cut the distance between the two of them.

"Didn't she hear me?" The Saiyajin replied mentally, unable to believe that the girl was so dense. "Are she really willing to go to the last consequences?

"There's nothing to worry about, Trunks-dono, in theory the only one who will feel pain will be me and you will feel the greatest pleasure, or at least that's what I read"

"NO, PLEASE WAIT, STOP!" The warrior from the future begged while trying to get out of the girl's hands, but he couldn't do it. It was one of those moments in anime where logic was worth shit where power scales and narrative took a back seat "WHY DIDN'T WE DISCUSS IT FIRST... WOULDN'T THAT BE BETTER?!"

"We've already wasted so much time. I'd really like to initiate." She said calmly, ignoring the Saiyajin's pleas. Please take off your clothes so we can practice.

The situation was becoming more and more difficult to handle, he noticed how his heart began to pound, the accelerated rhythm echoed in his ears and desperation began to take over him, words and pleas were falling on deaf ears.

He needed a way out, and he needed it now!

So the most sensible thing he could think of to escape the situation was to channel some of his ki and extend his arms to both sides of his head.

"Taiyoken!"

An explosion of white light engulfed the surrounding area, temporarily blinding some students near the occult club.

Surprised by the sudden flash, Xenovia instinctively raised her hands to shield her eyes, momentarily disoriented by the bright light. Seizing that brief moment of confusion, Trunks bolted out of the occult club, running as fast as his legs would carry him. Overwhelmed by embarrassment, he couldn't quite believe what he had just experienced.

Xenovia blinked repeatedly, trying to regain her vision after the dazzling Taioken flash. She rubbed her eyes, attempting to soothe the burning sensation. When her vision finally cleared, she was surprised to realize that Trunks had vanished.

"It seems that, despite my careful and meticulous planning," she murmured softly to herself, more as a reflection than for anyone else to hear, "Trunks-dono has found a way to elude me."

A twinge of frustration mingled with her usual stoic expression. Xenovia wasn't one to show her emotions openly, but even she wasn't immune to the feeling, letting out a few choice curses into the air. Her gaze then fell upon the clock hanging on the wall, its hands marking the inexorable passage of time, signaling that her first class was about to begin.

"Damn," she sighed, a mix of surprise and mild annoyance evident in her voice. "I'm going to be late."

Determined not to waste any more time, Xenovia quickly dressed herself and exited the occult club room, hurrying to make it to her classroom on time.

Maybe she failed on this time, but by Satan she was going to make Trunks impregnate her no matter what.

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Trunks ran through the gardens, his heart pounding. He spotted a water fountain in what seemed to be the school's garden. He stopped, making sure the former priestess didn't follow him, then collapsed, still overwhelmed by the experience. The soft sound of water flowing from the fountain seemed to bring him some peace and calm.

As he looked up at the sky, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in such an absurd situation. And worse, how could someone his age make such a proposition? The Saiyan looked up at the sky, as if searching for answers that didn't seem to be there.

Trunks closed his eyes, allowing the relaxing sound of the fountain to envelop him. Time seemed to fade away as he lost himself in his thoughts. He couldn't pinpoint how much time had passed when suddenly, the voices of a crowd of excited teenagers reached his ears. The uproar echoed everywhere, as if the whole world had gathered there to witness something unprecedented.

"Are you serious?"

"As you hear, a magic girl is here and this is allowing many to take pictures!"

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Did they just mention "magic girl"? Trunks stood up, intrigued by what he had just heard, and headed towards the school gymnasium, where the boys had mentioned that this magic girl was having a photo shoot.

He had a faint idea of who those boys were referring to, as only one person he knew was quite fit for this sort of task. He wondered, however, if he could be wrong and if this was just some influencer trying to promote their TikTok account (4) So why not take a quick look to get answers to clear up the confusion?

"Turn this way..."

"Lean a little more..."

"Now make a Kawaii pose while saying yamete kudasai!"

On the gymnasium stage, a large platform was surrounded by almost a hundred boys, all equipped with cameras that were shooting rapidly in all directions. The flashes of the cameras were aimed at a teenage girl with black hair with two graceful pigtails on the sides, dressed in a pastel pink costume typical of magical girls and holding a staff shamelessly plagiarized from the anime "Sakura Card Captors". Her face showed an expression of pure happiness at being the center of attention, performing theatrical and surreal poses to allow the boys to capture the best angles of her.

"Wow, it seems to be a famous person..." Murmured the Saiyan somewhat impressed, feeling more curious to know who it was.

As he approached the throng of people who were still taking photos of the strange and charismatic girl, Trunks could see Rias and some members of her nobility watching the show with an unusual mix of strangeness and amusement.

"Rias-san?..." asked Trunks, drawing his companion's attention

"Hello, Trunks-san,..." —she said sweating to sing songs when she confirmed who was speaking to him " ...I-I thought I had asked you to stay in the club... until we return"

He was about to explain that he was planning to follow his instructions to the letter, but that he had been forced to flee due to an embarrassing situation with a member of his nobility, so he would be as calm and polite as possible while explaining the details so that Rias would not misunderstand, until he heard Saji shooing away the pack of horny boys to keep order. It was at that moment that his suspicions were confirmed.

Once that herd had left the gymnasium, Saji, visibly stressed, tried to find out who the girl was who had caused such a ruckus and whether she was familiar to anyone. The girl was about to strike her typical idol pose in response until she saw the miserable youth who caused all her problems and hardships.

The girl's jovial demeanor disappeared, shoving Saji with a little less than a bash to the stage to meet him, Rias and others, seeing the troubled look on her face, instinctively stepped aside, aware that standing in her way would not bring them anything good.

The fun atmosphere died to give way to a palpable hostility as the girl strode purposefully towards her goal.

Once the magical girl stood in front of Trunks, they both stared at each other fixedly, as if examining each other minutely. The other guys, expectant, didn't lose detail of the scene.

"Wow, wow, wow, but who do we have here?" Serafall said with obvious sarcasm. Although her tone might seem like a joke to those who knew her, her eyes showed absolute seriousness. "Do you enjoy walking around as you please? It seems that following rules is not your thing, right?"

Trunks looked at her calmly, aware that the girl was trying to provoke him into a confrontation. However, he decided to keep his composure and not fall for her provocations.

"Sirzechs-sama gave me permission to get to know the place better. It must be a shame for you that he's not watching over me as YOU would like," Trunks replied calmly, facing the magical girl's provocation with deliberate calmness. "I thought I was your guest, not your prisoner."

Serafall frowned, her gaze a strange mix of intrigue and annoyance at the Saiyan's strong response. Her clenched jaw indicated the displeasure she felt at the insolence of that impertinent and dangerous extraterrestrial simian.

The tension in the air was palpable as Serafall processed Trunks' words. After a moment of silence, she responded with false surprise, adopting a hypocritical tone.

"Oh, no, no, no, of course not. After all, you helped my little sister," Serafall said with a shrill tone, trying to rile up Trunks. "How can you think that?"

Trunks watched her attentively, not yielding in his stance.

"Well, right now I feel like you're treating me like a criminal, Serafall-sama," Trunks replied, maintaining serenity in his voice but making it clear his perception of the situation. "And I don't understand why. Would you care to explain?"

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You like to act as smartass and hear yourself talk, don't you, you filthy chimpanzee? You may fool the others with that good boy attitude, but I'll take care of showing everyone your true self...

"Feigning a friendly demeanor to save face after your crude attempt to humiliate me failed seems incredibly hypocritical of you... typical of those who hate losing."

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"Has Serafall said? S-Seraf-fall-sama?" Saji said, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, having treated a Maou inappropriately.

But to his relief, Serafall was more interested in the young man and wouldn't suffer her wrath. However, that slight relief he felt began to fade gradually due to the intense interaction between the magical girl and the mysterious figure who had saved them from Kokabiel.

As the Maou was about to respond to Trunks, the gym door was suddenly slammed open, revealing the annoyed figure of the student council president.

"Saji! What's going on?" she demanded, staring at her pawn, demanding answers.

"Kaicho... I..." Saji began, trying to explain the situation while looking at the magical girl with a mix of disbelief and concern.

Serafall, who was about to retort to the future warrior, upon hearing her beloved sister's voice, shifted from a hostile attitude to one of exaggerated joy. Her lips curved into a genuine smile as her eyes sparkled with surprise and excitement. She stopped paying attention to the future warrior to make sure it was indeed her beloved younger sister.

"Sona-chan, I found you!" Serafall exclaimed with enthusiasm, as if greeting an old friend. Her childish tone and carefree gesture sharply contrasted with the previous tension.

Sona, visibly surprised by Serafall's sudden change in attitude upon seeing her, and slightly dismayed by the unexpected situation, swallowed nervously in surprise.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled for Sona Sitri. Encountering her younger sister dressed in a pastel magical girl outfit was something she hadn't expected at all.

Trunks watched the scene with surprise as Serafall quickly ran to greet her sister, who seemed far from pleased. He couldn't help but think that the underworld regent had serious bipolar issues, or perhaps she only adopted that attitude with him, although he didn't understand why she resented him so much.

Setting that aside, Trunks noticed certain similarities between them: the same eye and hair color, familiar gestures, and how similar their ki felt.

Questions began to form in Trunks' mind. Could Sona and Serafall be sisters? The idea didn't seem so far-fetched now that he saw them together. Although Sona maintained a more serious, formal composure and seemed to want the ground to swallow her up, in contrast to Serafall's extroverted and playful attitude, who bounced with excitement.

"Sona-chan, what's wrong? Your face is red," Serafall asked, looking at her sister, who, looking defenseless, simply put on her best serious face while embarrassment turned into a furious blush. "Your sister came to see you personally! I think you should be much happier to see me!"

The younger Sitri didn't say anything seeking to avoid all eye contact

Sona, visibly disturbed on the inside, begged in her mind for her not to mention the "love girl". Trunks looked confused at the scene without avoiding feeling a little sorry for Sona.

"I wouldn't mind hugging and having some girl-on-girl action in a secluded place with romantic music playing and the bed full of rose petals where you hold my hands and say 'Onee-sama' and I say 'Sona-tan'... then we hug tightly and stick close to each other …

Trunks watched the scene with a feeling close to second-hand embarrassment. He knew the Maou had an eccentric behavior, but this bordered on the ridiculous. In all his years of life, he had never imagined witnessing something like this. Not even Master Roshi's behavior when he went shopping with the younger version of his late master and Krillin was as vulgar as what he was seeing right now.

Sirzechs had previously commented that Serafall was extremely protective of her sister. Definitely, if she had been called to battle against Kokabiel, things wouldn't have ended well. Especially if something had happened to "Sou-tan".

Just as her sister was about to tell Serafall to cut the act and behave appropriately, she saw a familiar face.

"T-Trunks?" she mentioned hastily. "What are you doing here?"

Upon being called upon by the clan heiress, he snapped out of his stupor and responded somewhat bewilderedly.

"You see, it's a bit of a long story," he excused himself, nervously scratching his cheek. "Sirzechs-sama kindly invited me to see the school grounds. However, it seems he had urgent matters to attend to and left me in charge with his sister."

Before he could elaborate further, Serafall interrupted the conversation with an exaggerated tone of surprise, almost theatrical.

"Ararara? Sou-tan? I didn't know you got along so well with this handsome young man! Why didn't you tell me earlier? We could have all gone for coffee and caught up."

Trunks couldn't help but frown.

"Are you kidding me?"

Sona, somewhat taken aback by the unexpected intervention and her sister's extravagant behavior, looked at Trunks with a mix of apology and confusion in her expression. Then she turned her head to gather herself and say what she had planned to tell her sister moments ago.

"Onee-sama!..." The younger daughter of Doctor Abbader called her sister's attention. "...I am in charge of the student council of this school, and even if you're part of my family, such behavior and attire are completely unacceptable!"

"Mouu, Sou-tan scolded me," Serafall rubbed her eyes in a childish pout. "I just wanted to be nice... don't scold me... *Insert Pleading Face emoji*

Sona clicked her tongue in frustration, barely perceptibly, feeling how her impassive demeanor could break at any moment under the pressure of her sister's eccentricity. Before that could happen, as if she had suddenly changed channels, Serafall abruptly redirected her attention back to Trunks, returning to her typical cheerful and childish demeanor.

"Well, no matter. I heard Sirz-chan is busy with some matters, right Rias-chan?"

The heiress of the Gremory clan, who had remained on the sidelines of the situation, could only nod almost robotically.

"In that case, I'll take care of him for you!" the Maou said with a cheerful gesture, but for everyone present, the atmosphere suddenly became tense and hostile. "None of you have any objections, do you?"

Automatically, everyone shook their heads, including Sona, who had also felt that abrupt change in the atmosphere. Serafall's smile seemed to shine with an unsettling intensity, and her eyes sparkled with an energy that brooked no objections. Sona, though annoyed and embarrassed by her sister's behavior, could do nothing but silently acquiesce.

Perhaps it was the imagination of the others, but they swore they heard a faint sinister tone in the Yon Dai Maou's voice. Given that perspective, what else could they say?

Meanwhile, Serafall seemed to relish the control she had over the moment, delighting in the reactions of the others.

"Perfect, it's settled... let's go, Trunks-chi, I'll show you many interesting places," Serafall continued, her voice returning to cheerful and playful, then sweetened with a hint of sensuality as she pressed her ample chest against Trunks' arm. "Think of me as your guardian angel and sweet companion."

With that, they both left the gym as if they were a sweetened couple about to go on a romantic date.

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Darkness... just darkness all around her.

Where was she? She couldn't tell, as this darkness extended as far as her eyes could see. It was a dense, oppressive blackness that stretched infinitely in every direction. She tried to move her head, but discerned no change in the landscape around her. There were no landmarks, no lights, no shadows; just absolute emptiness that seemed to consume everything.

The silence was equally overwhelming, a complete absence of sound that made her breathing and heartbeat seem deafening. Every attempt to move felt futile, as if she were trapped in a thick fog that resisted all her efforts. The darkness enveloped her completely, and disorientation mingled with a growing sense of helplessness.

"I can't... move... am I dreaming?" she whispered softly, almost muted. She couldn't move a muscle or open her eyes, and even if she tried to scream, her voice didn't respond. Yet, an unusual sensation kept her calm. Despite the unsettling immobility, there was a strange feeling of safety and tranquility that engulfed her, as if a familiar and comforting presence surrounded her, protecting her from any danger.

It was a warm, almost palpable sensation that reminded her of moments in her life when someone cared for and protected her. That presence, though invisible, felt so real that she could almost imagine Trunks' arms around her, offering comfort and security. This feeling reassured her enough to relax, allowing her to let go of the fear she should feel in such a dark and unfamiliar place.

And then, suddenly, she had freedom of movement.

"What's happening?" she asked, finding herself in a rather strange place. It felt like she was in the middle of nowhere, with abstract entities that seemed to escape her understanding. The oppressive darkness had dissipated, replaced by an ethereal and surreal landscape. Indistinguishable colors and shapes floated around her, shifting and twisting in chaotic patterns. It was like being on the edge of a dream, where nothing had a concrete form, and everything seemed to be in a constant state of transformation.

Abstract figures danced at the edge of her vision, amorphous creatures that seemed to have no purpose or intention, yet somehow felt observed. Mai looked around, trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding her. Her steps were firm, but the ground beneath her feet felt unstable, as if she were walking on a liquid surface that solidified just enough to support her.

"He is mine."

A raspy and ethereal voice, but laden with a force that echoed in the vastness of the darkness, resonated around the surreal space. Mai narrowed her eyes, trying to focus her vision in the direction of the voice, but the darkness persisted, relentless and impenetrable. The abstract forms that had previously moved at the periphery of her vision now seemed to fade away, leaving only a deep and disturbing void.

"Who are you?" Mai asked, her voice steady, though her heart was pounding.

"Stay away from him, if you know what's good for you."

Mai fixed her gaze on the spectral figure of the girl emerging slowly from the darkness. The girl seemed harmless at first glance, with her small stature and delicate appearance, but there was something in her eyes, a dark and dangerous depth that made Mai's skin crawl.

"Stay away from him? Do you mean Trunks?" Mai asked, and upon not receiving an answer, continued. "If that's the case, who are you to tell me what I should do?"

"Someone who has existed for eons. An insignificant existence like yours doesn't deserve to be by the side of such a magnificent being as him."

Mai felt overwhelmed by the presence of this entity, which seemed to emanate a power beyond comprehension. Though she tried to maintain her composure, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, as if the space itself were being shaped by the will of this mysterious figure.

Still, she wouldn't cower.

"Oh really?" she responded defiantly. "And are you worthy of him?"

The mysterious figure remained silent for a moment, her dark, deep eyes seeming to assess Mai intensely. A subtle whisper echoed in the mysteriously charged air before the figure spoke with a calm voice laden with meaning:

"I am what he needs, what he deserves."

Mai frowned, trying to decipher the riddle behind those words. The presence of this entity was overwhelming, as if it radiated an aura that defied the laws of space and time.

"And what do you really know about him?" Mai asked, seeing no response, she smiled self-sufficiently. "I thought so. You know nothing! Absolutely nothing! And you think you have the right to claim him as yours?! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"I AM THE ONE DESTINED TO BE BY HIS SIDE FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!"

The figure that manifested in that unreal place was a small girl dressed in gothic lolita attire, with long dark hair that waved like living shadows and eyes that radiated a deep yet disturbing serenity.

"That doesn't give you the right to decide for him," Mai retorted, facing the intensity of the being before her. "He has his own will, his own desires. You can't simply claim him as if he were an object."

"He and I... are... equals..." the small girl spoke, her voice echoing in the void of darkness. "Both... are... gods... and... we have... a intertwined destiny."

Mai was speechless at the revelation. The idea that Trunks could be equated to such an ancient and powerful being as Ophis left her breathless.

"A god?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The darkness surrounding Mai grew denser, as if she were trapped in a labyrinth of uncertainty and mystery. Her mind raced, trying to understand Ophis' words and what they meant for Trunks.

"You have been warned... if you do not stay away... you will suffer... a fate... worse than death," Ophis pronounced, before slowly fading into darkness, leaving Mai alone with her turbulent thoughts and the ominous feeling that something big and unknown was brewing.

She then abruptly woke up in the hospital.

End of the chapter.

Clarifications

1.- In the light novel, Vali has golden eyes. The studio responsible for animating the first three seasons overlooked several important aspects and modified the appearance of various characters. For instance, Vali had gray eyes in the anime, but the studio that animated the fourth season corrected this mistake from the previous animation studio.

2.- The light novel briefly alludes to this, but the author doesn't provide further details or deeper explanations. In this story, I've interpreted that a female demon has the ability to seduce any man, provided she has a voluptuous body and prominent physical attributes. However, some Dragon Ball Z characters are immune to these pheromones, as seen in the Tournament of Power, for example Ribrianne, as observed when Trunks escapes from the club, leaving Xenovia alone and her attempt to get pregnant.

3.- In Volume 4 of the light novel, there's a reference that demons cannot have children like rabbits due to the uniqueness of their species and their absurd longevity. Therefore, they were forced to have a system that can reincarnate humans into demons and thus gradually increase their ranks. For more details, read Volume 4, Chapter "The Sealed Classroom Vampire," page 52.

4.- Sirzechs explained how the human world works, which also includes the use of social media platforms like Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, YouTube, although Trunks didn't see the point of watching people dance ridiculously in a 30-second video XD. If you'd like, I can make a brief mention of this in the upcoming chapter.

Before I sign off, I'd like to ask you a question: How many questions do you think the great Suno would allow you to ask the High School DxD girls after they have offered their tribute? The girls include Rias, Akeno, Kuroka, Serafall, Sona, Tsubaki, Asia, and Rossweisse. I look forward to reading your comments, hehe!

I appreciate your support for the story and apologize for the delay. I hope to have the next chapter ready on time. Over and out.