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Read : Tokyo Ghoul : I'm Budget Viltrumite.
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Ddraig's POV:
Leo didn't bother to look back.
"Take him. Heal him if you want — I don't care."
Ddraig stood quietly, keeping his gaze on Leo.
"And retrieve all of Lilith."
At that, Ddraig's eyes narrowed slightly, but he gave no response.
Leo's next words, though, came sharp as a blade.
"If Hades interferes in anything — kill him."
Ddraig gave a short, clipped nod. "Okay."
No questions. No hesitation.
He turned, and disappeared taking Zekram with him
The sky above the Lucifer palace was filled with golden cracks courtesy of leo.
Ddraig landed softly on the roof, wings folding against his back.
His eyes fell on Zekram in his hand, blood thick in his mouth.
"Where is Lilith?" Ddraig asked, his tone dry and straight to the point.
Zekram coughed, wet and gurgling.
He didn't answer right away, as if weighing whether it was even worth speaking.
Then, with a grimace, he forced out hoarse words.
"There are… seven places… Seven pieces…"
Ddraig's expression didn't shift.
Not immediately.
But inside, a cold storm brewed.
A moment passed — and then it sank in.
Seven pieces.
His gaze hardened as he let the weight of the words settle.
His claws flexed slightly at his sides.
Even wyrmlings… even the youngest hatchlings who don't meet their mother— remember them for the rest of their lives.
The thought wasn't sentimental.
It was ancient, almost instinctual.
As old as the first flame in a dragon's chest.
As old as the sky itself.
Even hatchlings too small to breathe fire know to cherish the one who gave them life.
But this thing, this devil — had butchered his own mother.
To reduce her to meat and scatter her like spoils of war.
There was no hatred in Ddraig's eyes. No rage.
Only quiet, profound disgust.
"You're no better than the dirt under my claws," Ddraig murmured under his breath.
He didn't bother to look at Zekram again after the devil weote the names of the place with his blood.
Spreading his wings, he launched into the air, a low growl building in his throat like distant thunder.
Holding Zekram by his leg without a care for his being.
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Leo appeared in the Dimensional Gap.
Silence wrapped him, heavy.
He exhaled a slow, bitter breath.
What a mess…
His chest felt tight, like something gnawed at the edges of his heart.
Should I have told her? Should I have just thrown it all out there, truth and all?
But even as the thought crossed his mind, he already knew the answer.
No.
Runeas was too volatile.
Too broken.
She would've seen it as another deception, another cruel trick.
His fists clenched at his sides.
Tiamat can handle it, he decided firmly, though there was still a sour taste left behind.
She's better suited for it anyway.
He tried to shake off the weight pulling at him when—
[ Mission Accomplished :: Laying Your Claim. ]
[ Objective: Announce your presence as the true Satan of this world. ]
[ Path Chosen: (2)]
[ (2.) A Grand Declaration: March into the heart of the Underworld—into Lucifer's domain—and lay your claim in front of the four current Satan leaders. Threaten their fragile system with destruction, ..... [Click to expand ]]
[ Completion Parameter for Tutorial Mission: 100% ]
[ Rewards Unlocked: ]
[ {1.} Lucifer's Lament — A tormented fragment of Lucifer's soul, bound eternally to the Underworld. Twisted from its original source, it has witnessed the horrors of its lineage and now craves redemption. ]
[ {2.} Satanic Lair — Second Marble Phantasm Unlocked. Chant unlocked: "Kneel in oppression, ye lost lambs..." [Click to expand] ]
Even if Leo didn't need a Marble Phantasm — not anymore, not when he now wieldedsomething greater.
His own texture of reality, forged from his very existence, the mother of all these lesser constructs.
Still.
It didn't hurt to have another shiny in the arsenal.
A small, almost amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Damn you, system, he thought wryly, I was having a damn emotional moment.
But now, because of this, he could feel that familiar spark of giddiness creeping in.
Like a child unwrapping an unexpected present.
Maybe I'll give that Marble Phantasm to
Ddraig, he mused idly. Let him live in it.
He deserves a good home at least.
The system wasn't done.
Of course, it wasn't.
[ Additional Reward Unlocked for Being Acknowledged as Lucifer : ]
[ Ars Goetia ]
[ Description: The Grand Compendium of 72 Devil Lineage, their laws, domains, and invocations. Now bound to the host's authority as the True Lucifer allowing him to bestow any lineage to any Individual.]
Leo arched a brow at that.
"Oh?" His voice slipped out in the empty void, no one to hear but himself and the system.
That's interesting.
This was no small toy.
This was a dangerous tool in the hands of the right devilOr the wrong one.
He had just jokingly thrown out that line once — a half-sarcastic, half-serious quip ripped straight from Omniman himself:
"What's a few more centuries? I can always start again. Make another race."
But now?
Now it wasn't even a joke anymore.
It was painfully, brutally accurate.
With the Ars Goetia, it wouldn't even take centuries — it wouldn't even take decades.
Just a few short years.
And he could have an entirely new devil race.
Each one rooted in the authority of the original Ars Goetia.
Not like he couldn't have done it before, either, if he had used his abilities.
But many houses were gone alongside any trace of their lineage for Leo's ability to work on... obviously a bit of grave digging would've solved it.
But this? This was cleaner.
Sharper.
Elegant, even...who wouldn't want to use the all powerful tome with the ability to make anyone a devil.
Leo's eyes narrowed slightly at the thought, his mind already calculting possibilities and outcomes.
This was an opportunity.
A way to restart the extinct devil clans.
And appear even more authentic to everyone in the underworld while doing so.
Two new notifications blinked into existence before Leo's eyes.
[ After calculating the current story progression, the system offers three intermediate missions for the host to move forward. ]
[ Would you like to see them? .....[Click to expand.] ]
Before he could even process that, another notification slid in, bright and smooth.
[ Chat Group Expansion is now available! ]
Leo blinked at the second one, his lips twitching into a crooked grin.
He briefly hovered over the prompt, debating whether to open which one now or which onelater.
Not bad, he thought. Not bad at all.
Alas, Leo couldn't click on anything just yet.
Because right then, the space around him twisted like water disturbed by a pebble, and from it, Ophis emerged — silent and still as ever.
Her eyes, cold and void of emotion, scanned him slowly from head to toe, as if peeling back every layer of his existence.
"You're not Lucifer," she said, voice flat.
"Yeah," Leo replied, an easy nod following.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "I'm better."
There was no pride in his tone, just plain fact.
Without missing a beat, Ophis spoke again.
"Will you help me bea—?"
"No," Leo cut her off immediately, his expression bored, not even bothering to let her finish.
Ophis, unperturbed, tried again.
"Will you help me—"
"No."
Flat. Mechanical.
Like he was brushing lint off his coat.
She asked a third time.
"Will you help me—"
"No."
Fourth.
"Will you help me—"
"No."
Fifth.
"Will you help—"
"No."
Sixth.
"Will you hel—"
"No."
Both voices, completely monotonic.
No rise, no fall. As if they were reading from a script with zero passion.
The dimensional gap felt like it itself was sighing at the absurd cycle.
Leo's gaze remained locked with hers, utterly unaffected, while Ophis stood there like an ancient machine stuck on repeat, unfazed by rejection.
It was at the 109th time — yes, the hundred and ninth — that Leo finally cracked.
His deadpan expression flickered ever so slightly, as if a spark of amusement broke through the monotony.
He exhaled, almost like he was tired of the loop, and then, with perfect timing, flipped the script.
"Will you help me—?"
Before he could even finish, Ophis, without a moment's delay, monotoned back:
"No."
Her reply was so immediate, so mechanical, it felt like the universe itself had hiccupped.
There was a fractional pause — Ophis actually froze, blinking once as though her internal logic engine had just collided with an unsolvable paradox.
She tilted her head, her void-like eyes narrowing slightly.
"…Why did I say no?" she asked, genuinely confused, as if she'd momentarily stepped outside her own programming.
Leo's smirk widened a fraction, arms crossing lazily.
"I will not help you with anything regarding that,"
Leo said flatly, his voice carrying an edge of finality. "In fact, I'm going to kill some of your faction members."
Ophis's usually expressionless face twitched — just a little.
As if a flicker of offense passed through her.
Her small hand raised, like a child awkwardly mimicking the start of a punch.
"No," she replied, in her usual monotone but with a hint of insistence. "They agreed to help me."
Leo tilted his head, a small, almost pitying smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
"They're just conspiring to defeat you instead," he shot back, sharp as a blade.
Ophis visibly hesitated, her raised hand slowly lowering as confusion clouded her blank gaze.
She processed his words, her eyes narrowing as if staring into a puzzle that didn't make sense.
"…Why would they do that?" she asked, voice quiet but genuinely puzzled. "I help them."
Leo simply shook his head, eyes half-lidded as he regarded her with a strange mix of understanding and quiet exasperation.
It wasn't naivety — no, it went beyond that.
It was like Goddess Rhongomyniad — she possesed an entirely alien psyche.
A fundamental, almost cosmic gap between her way of thinking and the machinations of mortals.
She simply could not comprehend "betrayal" in this situation, not in the way mortals weaved their schemes.
To her, help given was help owed.
The concept of deception by those she uplifted was like trying to grasp smoke with her fingers.
Leo exhaled, almost as if speaking to a child, but not in condescension — rather, in inevitability.
"That's just how they are."
"I don't understand," Ophis admitted, her brows slightly knitting together in rare frustration. "But… I know you're not lying. I don't know why I know that, though."
Her words trailed off like a loose thread in the wind, her blank eyes still locked onto Leo, searching for an answer in his gaze.
Leo gave her a lazy half-smile, a bit amused at her blunt honesty.
"Alright," he replied, voice carrying a casual drawl. "I'll tell you."
He made a subtle gesture with his hand, as if offering an invitation.
"Should we step outside?"
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800 Powerstones New goal for [Bonus]
Volume 1 Over.
The next Volume will have another exciting New DxD mission and Two Multiversal travels.. yes two.
One Chatgroup expansion Two Major lemons and maybe new girls..?
And if you are wondering how i divide volumes it will be based on each DxD world line Mission.
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