Riser’s Advances - Riser Phenex? DXD SI. Multicross?

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(A/N: As you can see in this chapter, you will see more of what Riser did and how he got much richer during this time.)

(SYSTEM UPDATE)

[Status Updated!]

[Darth Vader (Anakin Skywalker) – Star Wars]

[Kurama – Naruto]

[Scroll of Seals]

[Night King – Game Of Thrones]

[Templates]

[Interdimensional Travel] (Enabled)*

[Templates]

[Bazz-B – Bleach – 100%] – [Ulquiorra Cifer – Bleach – 40%]

[Paikuhan - Dragon Ball Z – 80%]

[Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto - Bleach - 100%] – [Jean Grey (Earth-616) – Marvel – 10%]

[Lucifer Morningstar – 27%]

[Goetia - Fate/Grand Order 77%]

[Sacred Gear]

[Boosted Gear] *- In use

[Telos Karma]

[Absorption Line - Vritra]

(Full Model - 100%)

[Inventory]

[Solomon's Rings - Fate/Grand Order – In Use]

[Phoenix God Armor (Elysion) - Saint Seiya – In Use]

[Second Magic – Kaleidoscope - Parallel Worlds Operation. – In Use]

[Big Will God of War Devil. – Third Magic. – In Use]

(Pov Riser)

I never imagined my obsession with Game of Thrones would take me this far. I was about to witness the fruits of my hard work. My family, gathered in our luxurious mansion, eagerly awaited the final episode of my reimagined version of Game of Thrones.

Thanks to the control my family had over the underworld media conglomerate, launching my series was no big deal. But this wasn't just any adaptation. It was a mission: to fix the disastrous ending that had left millions of fans disappointed in the human world.

As the lights dimmed and the giant screen in our living room flickered to life, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. My version of Westeros was a dark, seductive reflection of our own underworld. Each noble house represented a demonic lineage with unique powers that made the dragons seem like mere lizards in comparison.

The incest between Cersei and Jaime, which had caused such a stir in the human world, was just another ordinary day here. After all, we devils have a very different view of bloodlines and purity. I remember explaining to my younger cousins as we watched:

"Look, children, the original 72 pillars of the underworld, 36 men and 36 women, were all siblings. The first-generation devils married each other to create the next. And then, these new devils married their own parents. All for the purity of the bloodline."

I saw their little eyes gleam with understanding, as if they finally grasped why their own families were so... complicated.

My adaptation caused delicious chaos in the underworld. Imagine this: Robert Baratheon with the ability to enhance his strength like a demonic Kaioken, while Cersei and Jaime possessed supernatural intelligence. The people expected the heir to the throne to have both powers, but surprisingly, he only manifested the Lannister ability.

This twist exposed raw wounds in our society. Suddenly, all noble families rushed to test the legitimacy of their heirs. The current Satans summoned me for a private conversation, their eyes blazing with suspicion:

"Riser Phenex, did you know something? Did you use this series to deliberately create chaos?"

Of course, I denied it, maintaining my most innocent expression. "My lords, I just wanted to create a fantasy world where we could see ourselves reflected. The chaos... well, that was just an unexpected bonus."

As the final episode unfolded, I watched my family's reactions. The Night King, in my version, was no fool attacking Winterfell. No, he was calculated and ruthless, first razing White Harbor before marching on King's Landing.

"See how smart he is," I whispered, pointing at the screen. "Why attack a fortress on a hill when you can massacre an unprepared city?"

The fall of King's Landing was breathtaking. Cersei, the "Queen Bitch," as I affectionately dubbed her, was the first to fall. Her scream of agony echoed through the room, drawing approving smiles from my relatives.

As the army of the undead advanced relentlessly, turning each victim into a new soldier, I saw the gleam in my family's eyes. They understood the subliminal message: in the underworld, just as in Westeros, true power comes from cunning and the ability to adapt.

The finale showed Daenerys and Jon Snow arriving at a conquered King's Landing, their armies decimated by the long march and the constant attacks of the White Walkers. The darkness that descended upon Winterfell was a poetic reflection of the darkness that inhabited our demonic hearts.

When the final credits rolled, a reverent silence filled the room.

"Wow. What the heck! Why did it end with everyone dying? That's not right," said Illya sadly, seeming on the verge of tears. She was a fan of JonSansa.

"Well, at least we had JonDany," said Seekvaira, nodding her head. In this timeline, Dany managed to lift the curse she had received and, by the end, had a swollen belly before her demise.

"Big brother, why kill everyone?" my little sister, who shouldn't have been watching this series but insisted so much that I gave in, asked.

I sighed deeply, running my hand through my hair. What could I say? How could I explain the nuances of a dark narrative to someone so young and innocent?

"Well, Ravel," I began, carefully choosing my words, "sometimes stories don't end the way we want them to. This series is about a harsh and unforgiving world, where good doesn't always triumph."

I looked around, seeing the varied expressions on each face. Illya was still sniffling quietly, while Seekvaira seemed lost in thought. My parents exchanged worried glances.

"But..., but..." Ravel stammered, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "It's not fair!"

"Life isn't always fair, dear," my mother intervened gently, pulling Ravel close. "And sometimes, stories reflect that."

I stood, walking to the window. Outside, lightning tore through the dark sky.

"You know," I began, turning to face my family, "when I wrote this ending, it wasn't out of malice or a desire to shock. It was an artistic choice."

"Artistic?" Ruval, my brother, scoffed. "It seems more like senseless carnage."

I shook my head. "No, it makes sense. It's about the consequences of our actions, how power corrupts, how greed and ambition can destroy everything."

"But what about hope?" Illya asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Shouldn't there be some hope at the end?"

I smiled sadly. "Sometimes, the hope is in what we learn from the story, not necessarily within it."

"Look," I said finally, "I know it's a hard ending to swallow. But think about this: what if this isn't really the end?"

All eyes turned to me, curious.

"What if..." I continued, feeling the inspiration flow, "what if there were survivors? What if, from the ashes of this destroyed world, something new could emerge?"

"Brother," Ravel said, her eyes now shining with something beyond tears – hope, perhaps? "Are you going to write a continuation?"

I chuckled softly. "Who knows? Maybe it's time for a new story, one that shows what comes after the winter."

"Mou~, Riser-Chan. How could you? Hm. You know, all this destruction in your series," said Serafall as I moved with her to a meeting in the underworld.

We were on our way to meet one of the few factions that still saw us devils in a somewhat positive light. The Yokai faction, as difficult as it may seem, got along relatively well compared to other factions. Well enough that Sirzechs Lucifer could buy a resort hotel near their power center in Kyoto without causing any issues between the factions. Of course, it might help that we have three super devils, or now, five super devils.

It's worth mentioning that Serafall not only facilitates potential business transactions between factions, but she also smooths things over for the devils, after all, we are a chaotic species, causing chaos everywhere. Forcing, for example, a Yokai into their peerage against their will. But despite this, the Phenex tears are the only way to completely heal the damage to a being inherently evil, like us devils, Yokai, and vampires.

Vampires can recover with human blood, which activates their regeneration, Yokai have their Youjustsu techniques, and we devils sleep naked with each other.

I sighed deeply, adjusting my tie as we walked through the dark corridor, where various types of Yokais were present. This time, it was the more commonly known East Youkai Faction. (Nurarihyon)

"Serafall," I began, carefully choosing my words, "sometimes destruction is necessary for something new to arise. It's like... well, like a phoenix rising from the ashes."

She cast me a sidelong glance, her eyes shimmering with a mix of amusement and concern. "Hmm, always so poetic, Riser-chan. But remember, not everyone has the ability to be reborn like you."

With those words and a cold wind sweeping in, we entered the room where the meeting was to take place. It was filled with unpleasant individuals. (A/N: Riser's perception.)

And at the center of it all, there was a man with a gourd. It was none other than Nurarihyon.

I took a deep breath, straightening my posture before stepping into the room alongside Serafall. The air was thick, charged with tension and anticipation. Nurarihyon, seated in the center like a king on his improvised throne, regarded us with sharp eyes and a cryptic smile.

"Welcome, representatives of the devils," he said, his hoarse voice echoing throughout the room. "I hope you've brought some interesting proposals for our... negotiation."

I shot a quick glance at Serafall, who maintained her characteristic smile, though I could sense the tension in her shoulders. She stepped forward, her melodious voice filling the space:

"Nurarihyon-sama, it is an honor to be in your presence. I believe we can reach a mutually beneficial agreement."

(A/N: Finally, some canon elements will be addressed, like our beloved little black cat. Apologies for the delay in releasing this chapter. I had a migraine crisis, and it was hard to work on it.)

Chapter 87 - Riser’s Advances