DxD: Emperor of Chaos

CHAPTER 7

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The first change that he noticed was his physical strength.

The 1000 kilos worth of weights that he had difficulty carrying even with Touki and Boost was now as light as a feather. His body was adapting crazily to the demonic physiology, even with no visible changes, he could feel the amount of normal cellular energy within him grow by the second.

He used his Dual Deteriorate on himself an hour ago to see the changes to his stamina, and goodness was the difference large. In the past, his Divide would only last for a few minutes tops when using it constantly on himself. Now, he could last up to 30 minutes with enough energy to spare.

And his Touki… Hooooh, boy, where to start.

First off, his Touki reserves increased by 5 folds. A 500% increase. That’s crazy to think off, and it is growing at a higher rate even without using a Boost to further increase it. Second, his control over the mystical energy skyrocketed. He predicted that he could use it fully in combat after 3-4 months, but with his vitality soaring through the roof thanks to the devil physique, his prediction shortened to about a month, two max.

And for his Magic, he tried using imagination, but to no avail. His energy to use Magic was still human though, so maybe he needs another day or two for it to convert to demonic energy before he could use Demonic Magic.

Becoming a devil sure was a good idea for a talentless nobody like him.

Controlling his breathing, he continued his jog around the town of Kuoh, sweat dripping from his face as he glanced down to see the number of kilometers he had already ran. 31 kilometers in just 2 hours, and he still felt like he could run a marathon.

He started cackling at his growth when he suddenly heard Hyoudou’s voice yelling out “Oppai… Oppai…” with a tired tone in front of him. Curious, he sped up his casual jog and ran towards the sound, which came from the playground inside of Kuoh’s large park, just a few hundred feet from the famous fountain.

“Hyoudou, Argento-san, Buchou, good morning.”

He greeted the pervert who was struggling to do push-ups, the ex-nun who was crouched next to Hyoudou watching him, and his new master who was sitting on top of the boy as weight… Very inefficient to be honest.

“Oh, good morning, Ryuuto-san.”

Asia reacted first as she quickly stood up and bowed towards him while Buchou nodded at his direction before slapping Hyoudou in the butt.

“You just thought about something bad, didn’t you? And good morning to you too, Ryuuto-kun.”

Nodding, he looked at the painful expression on Hyoudou before sighing. Him and his bleeding heart.

“Use your core muscles, it will stabilize your posture more and make it easier for you to balance yourself. And do not bend your spine whenever going up and down, you’ll ruin your form and gains. Also, focus on the quality instead of quantity. Doing a good pushup will increase muscle mass more than multiple failed pushups.”

Getting to the ground, he showed Hyoudou the correct posture when doing a push-up.

“I would then recommend you to start weight training, but your stamina is horrible to be tired after so little push-ups. I suggest you to train up your stamina more. Do more intense cardiovascular exercises to build it up, for a month or two before restarting your strength training.”

His eyes caught Asia hurriedly jotting down the advice he was giving into a notepad, causing him to smirk with bitter jealousy. What a kind girl, too bad she’s already taken. Oh well, he wasn’t aiming for a girlfriend now, anyways. He had more busy stuff to do (Read: Getting stronger).

“Boosting with our variant of Sacred Gears consume stamina, and since yours can Boost every 10 seconds, stamina is vital for you. I reckon, once Hyoudou can Boost 5 times without feeling tired, then only you start training his muscles, Buchou.”

“And exercises do you recommend then, Ryuuto-kun?”

Akira took a few seconds to think about the answer.

“Well, it depends on what kind of build Hyoudou wants to be. I’ll write down basic instructions for a weekly basis workout for now until Hyoudou decides, Buchou. And call me Akira, “Ryuuto-kun” is too formal. Satan knows that I’ve been trying to get Toujou to call me that.”

He muttered the last part, but it seemed that they heard it from the wailing that Hyoudou (It was either him or the training regimen) was giving to the giggling of Gremory.

“And I have been getting complains about a certain “messy-haired dummy” who doesn’t want to call Koneko by her first name, pot meets kettle, Akira-kun.”

“It’s a game at this point. I win if she calls me that, and she knows that. It applies to me as well, and I am very competitive.”

Crossing his arms to his chest, he retorted.

“… And my hair isn’t that messy.”

“Umm… It is though, Ryuuto-san. You should really comb your hair in the morning.”

Argento said with an innocent tone, staring at the bird nest of hair.

“… Argento-san, there’s something called being toostraightforward. And I do comb my hair, it’s just that this hair of mine is as stubborn as I am.”

And ain’t that the truth.

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It was meanwhile during lunch break on the same day when he suddenly felt an itch in his back. Like a pair of muscles near the area of his hips, cramping. He told this to Toujou who immediately pulled him out of the classroom, leaving their lunch behind as he got manhandled to a safe location void of any humans.

“Devil wings.” She explained as she frantically grabbed on his shirt before starting to unbutton it.

“H-Hey!” He swatted her hands away before taking it out himself. Gosh, this is basically sexual harassment at this point. She just stared… With quite the passion as he took off his shirt, shivering at the sudden cold wind that blew on his skin.

Fuck, he hates the cold so much.

“Right, so what now?”

Toujou continued to stare at him, so he raised his hand to reach her eye-level before snapping his fingers.

“Hey, Toujou. Toujou? Hey, concentrate!”

She eventually snapped out of it, and turned around to face away from him for just a moment, before turning back to face him.

“Concentrate on your back, and then flow your magical energy.”

Nodding, he did just that, channeling his magical energy before making them flow into his back. The moment his energy reached the spot around the same level as the hips, suddenly he felt a rush of energy that dwarfed his current magical energy.

A flare of black aura explodes from his body as he felt his energy change, the normal soft and smooth signature of his magical energy suddenly molding and changing into a more static and violent signature.

It took a few minutes for his magical energy to completely change into demonic energy, but once it was done, two appendages burst from his back and revealed itself in its smooth, winged glory.

The black aura calms down and eventually his body stopped emitting the aura as he looked behind him, mesmerized by the devil wings. He caresses the wings, feeling a tingle in a place that he never knew of before, it was unnaturally smooth but hard like a diamond.

“The wings are also filters that converts natural energy into demonic energy.”

Toujou showed her own pair of devil wings and instructed him on how to fly, but the lesson was cut short when the bell of the school rang, signifying the end of lunch break. Wearing back his shirt and ribbon, they quickly ran back to their classrooms and ate their food in a hurry before their teacher for the next lesson came in.

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Day 2 of being a devil, and he realized that Demonic Magic was no joke at all.

The system runs off the imagination and intent of a devil. The clearer your imagination over your spell, and the bigger the want of the spell, the higher chance that it will come out perfectly.

There, however, were multiple drawbacks. First, the demonic energy consumption. If a normal fireball spell took 10 MP, a fireball with demonic energy costs 50 MP while doing the same damage as it.

Second, the limitations of Demonic Magic. He can’t simply create a new soul, that is beyond what Demonic Magic could do. Instead, using human advancements as a guideline was recommended. Example, humans have created fire? Then Demonic Magic could create fire. Humans could freeze water? Then Demonic Magic is able to create ice. But have humans learnt to manipulate souls? Not yet, so no.

Third, concentration. It is hard to multitask while using Demonic Magic, the amount of control one must have is quite high, especially for a recently reincarnated devil. Moving to dodge or fight, thinking strategies and ways to open up defenses, doing all this while needing to imagine hardly on the image of your Magic? It was hard.

But something good that came along with Demonic Magic is the guide for it. Like a sense when creating magic. Example, if he wanted to create a fireball, a sixth sense would relay back to him the OK and the minimum amount of demonic energy needed. But if he wanted to create something beyond the limits of Demonic Magic, then it would just be blank. Very useful devil instincts.

“Ara, not bad for a first timer.”

Himejima said with her palm on her cheek as she watched the flame in Akira’s hand dance ferociously before he dismissed it. They were currently alone together in the Occult Research Clubroom, with the Queen of the group giving tips on how to use Demonic Magic.

Since the only moment that he could ask for help was after class, he requested for her to teach him the bare basics, and from the look outside the window, they went off trail and talked a bit too long, from the dark sky.

“Thanks for the lesson, Himejima-san. Seriously, your control in Magic is amazing. You must have trained hard for it.”

The Yamato Nadeshiko in front of him simply giggled, damn her voice was nice. Not in a simpy “My queen!” type of way (Pun intended), but in a “Wow, her voice is nice” kind of way.

“Ufufu, what a smooth talker. And I should thank you for all the times you went hungry, Koneko-chan was very cute that day when she requested an additional 4 bentos for her friend.”

That caused Akira to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment. Back then before he relied on his scholarship, he was living with the remaining funds that his deadbeat parents left for him, which was horrifyingly little, so he only ate dinner to save on money. Bad times. He even splurged a lot for something back in the day, he forgot what, but it was for someone if he remembered correctly.

Made him feel really good for a day before dreadful the next, he recalled using 3 days’ worth of money.

“Yeah, your food really saved me then, Himejima-san. I think I would have starved to death if Toujou hadn’t — “

“Akira-kun, you train quite a lot, don’t you?”

Himejima said abruptly as her hand suddenly snakes up to his bicep, sending a shiver down his spine. The look of the perfect Japanese wife was very scary!

“Y-Yes! I like exercising, keeps me on my toES!”

Her whole body suddenly came towards him as she wrapped both arms around his body, hugging him with her head resting on his shoulder. He was about to say something when his eyes suddenly landed at the bountiful chest cleavage, causing him to dart his head up to avoid staring into the abyss. But the feeling of her chest pushing on his was… Holy mother of all Satans, they were super soft.

“U-Um…!”

… To be honest, he’d never had anyone hug him before, so maybe that’s the reason why his voice cracked. Her hand, which was just on his back muscles, started to move about, caressing his whole back covered only by his gakuran shirt.

“H-Himejima-san — !”

“I told you yesterday, didn’t I? Call me Akeno.”

Her voice was in a low, sultry tone that sent lightning sparks throughout his body. She chuckled at his shivering from her blowing on his ears before her lips whispered.

“Say it. “Akeno-san”.”

His mind was so foggy, he swore that his nose started bleeding from how hot his face was. This woman clearly knew what she was doing to him.

“A-Akeno-saN!”

The moment he called her by her first name, she suddenly nibbled on the top of his ear, his mouth giving out an involuntary groan at the sudden act.

He waited with bated breath and his hands clenched on the couch until she drew herself away from him as Hime — Well, since she already gave her permission, Akeno had a very sultry smile on her face.

“Ufufu, Akira-kun, you’re very easy to tease.”

Ah, so that’s what… This was just teasing? Damn, Kiba has it tough. He would have lost his sanity years ago if this was just mere teasing from her, what a scary Onee-san… Well, he thinks this was extreme. No affectional contact, remember? He doesn’t know if this was too much or something normal, even with two sets of memories.

Calming down his rapidly beating heart, he kept hearing chuckles from the older woman who seemed amused at the whole thing. He glared at her.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, it was just simple fun. Ufufufu…”

She laughed with a hand covering her mouth before glancing at the grandfather clock. His eyes glanced at the clock as well, noting that it was already 7:24 in the evening.

“And it’s getting quite late now. I should start dinner for Buchou and I before she comes back from her meeting.”

She stands up while Akira laid on the couch, still disorientated by the sudden move by Akeno.

She gave him a smile with a wave before a magic circle flared beneath her, causing a bright light of red to shine. He covered his eyes to protect them from the glaring red light, and when he reopened them, he noticed that she was gone.

Blinking, he simply rested his head on the comfortable couch before exhaling with a heave, his hand on his face before pulling down. 

What in the name of Satan just happened? 

He then looked at the tent fully upright in his pants.

And what is he going to do with this?