DxD: Emperor of Chaos

-

A/N:

Give me a good name for the fanfic, please!

-

CHAPTER 5

-

One might be wondering. What does a person do when the plot came a lot sooner than one might think it was?

“Hurg! Huff! Humf!”

Train, of course. There’s nothing much that he could do other than train his body.

To be fair, that’s the only thing that he could do at this point. He’d already heard rumours of Hyoudou walking with Gremory-san to school a few days ago, that meant that the plot was on a roll now. That’s why he was intensifying his training.

Unfortunately, the limits of a human being in terms of racial cap is quite low, the lowest in fact, compared to the other supernatural races. The only thing going for the human race was God’s gift, the Sacred Gear, that separated humans to the supernatural.

Even then, the other factions dominated the humans, simply because of their supernatural physiology of being stronger than a normal human being, to their ridiculous magic that they have.

At this point in time, even Hyoudou who just reincarnated as a devil now had just strength that was coming close to rivalling his, who had been training since the ripeful age of 7. It was just not fair, but so was life.

… To be frank, he thought about becoming a devil, the boost to his physiology and the perk of magic was game changing, and his mortal limit will be shattered, meaning his potential was now uncapped. The problem was… He is a prideful son of a gun. To hell with serving a people, especially Rias’ weak ass.

She had peerage members with high potential, and she herself has one of the most bullshit clan abilities, but she still lost to Riser if not for Hyoudou in canon. Excuse him for being rude, but how in the FUCK was that possible? There was only one explanation here. She didn’t bother to train her peerage.

Of course, surely, she does train her and her peerage, they turned out alright physically from what he’d seen. Kiba Yuuto, Rias’ Knight piece, had the movement of a forward fighter by the way he moves, light on his feet, and his posture was mostly tense and ready for anything.

Toujou on the other hand had muscles at the perfect places for a fighter, her back. Embarrassing story, he accidentally walked in on the young girl like 2 years ago when she was showering. 

It was a rainy day, and he offered to let her use his shower along with waiting for the rain to settle. Was a fun day, they played a lot of card games together.

Anyways, getting off-topic. Her back had some good muscle mass for a woman her size, that were meant for a close-range brawler. For some weird reason, her muscles in her arms were none-existent while her leg muscles were little to none, but still, she was built.

And then he proceeded to get beaten up for peeking unintentionally. Good times, good times.

He suspects that Rias does not train her peerage to the ground, unlike his training method of abusing his body to the point of him feeling like fainting. That’s how he even reached to his current level, his body suffered so much that it just adapted to his insane regiment.

Now, where was he again? Oh, right, training. Placing the bar that weighed 150 kilograms back onto the rack, he took a few seconds to get a breather, rolling his shoulders and straightening his back after doing barbell rows before staring at the wristband on both his arms.

“Definitely worth it.”

These weights were bought by him a year back, with most of his savings from his scholarship and from working as a cashier in a convenience store.

They made his wallet cry from the crazy pricing.

Currently, they were 100 kilos per wristband. And he was wearing 4 on each limb. Overkill? Nope. He needed more strength or else he would get fucked by canon.

Seriously, supernatural physiology was just bullshit. Humans like Cao Cao would get obliterated at a single strike, the only reason why they were relevant was because 1; they were the reincarnations of heroes making them already abnormal than usual, and 2; they all had good/unusual Sacred Gears or equipment/talent that carried them far.

It. Was. Just. Not. Fair.

Like, for example, Siegfried who’s Twice Critical was an extra fucking arm! That was hella useful! And that Balance Breaker of his creates another 3 arms that can Boost his power BY 3 MORE TIMES! A 8x MULTIPLIER!

FUCK, THIS WAS JUST NOT FAIR!!!

BULLSHIT ASS POWERS and BULLSHIT ASS POTENTIAL! WHAT THE HELL DOES HE HAVE? TWO SIMPLE SACRED GEARS THAT ARE SO COMMON THAT ONE CAN BASICALLY GET IN A TARGET! ABNORMAL MAGICAL ENERGY RESERVES? WHAT USE DOES IT HAVE WHEN HE COULDN’T EVEN USE IT?! TOUKI? HE STILL WAS GREEN WITH THE DAMN POWER AND THE KOKABIEL SHIT WAS HAPPENING IN ABOUT 2 TO 3 MONTHS, NO WAY HE COULD GET STRONG ENOUGH TO USE IT IN COMBAT WITHOUT FUCKING HIMSELF UP!

FUCKKKKKKKKKK! GOD, YOU SERIOUSLY ARE FUCKING ME IN THE ASS, EVEN WHEN DEAD! YOU DAMN BITCH! GO DIE AGAIN AFTER FIXING YOUR DAMN SYSTEM!

“ARRRGGHHHHHHH!!!”

A force of Touki erupts from his body from the emotions that he was facing.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!

Raising an arm, he concentrated Touki into it before punching himself in the face.

STOP BEING A COMPLAINING BITCH AND TRAIN! WHAT SHIT CAN YOU DO? NOTHING! SO, get back to training or else you’ll get fucked easier!

Panting, Akira punched himself once more before powering down. Complaining won’t do shit, so he should instead focus all his anger in training. Grabbing his barbell once more, he lifted it with a huff before walking to his bench to do some bench pressing.

… Jesus, he should get some stress and anger therapy.

... Eh, anger helps with training, gives him the boost to complete sets, never mind then.

=

=

=

The hair at the back of his neck erected as he suddenly felt a huge concentration of demonic energy just a distance from him. He was just going to grab a night snack after training earlier when this happened.

This direction… It was near the forest… Where the abandoned church was at.

Dashing with his goods given to the convenience store cashier temporarily, he takes a minute or two at full speed to run to the church, feeling the amount of demonic energy rise in the surroundings.

And as he was about to turn a corner, his instincts yelled at him to dodge, barely sidestepping in time as a sword cut the air his head was previously at.

Rolling out of the way, he summoned his Twice Critical as he got a look at the person in front of him.

Short white hair with blood-red eyes, his other set of memories provided a name. Freed Sellzen, ex-exorcist and artificial human genetically altered by the SIGURD project, holding onto a white and grey pistol along with a sword hilt with its blade made of light.

“Oops, sorry, I’m just very trigger-happy right now after dealing with some shitty devils!”

The exorcist said before trying to run away, but Akira intercepted him by firing magic bullets at the fake priest. Changing his grip on the weapon, Freed skilfully sliced them into halves with a blur, the balls of magical energy exploding a few moments later behind the priest.

… Figured that artificial humans are genetically modified to boost their parameters. Ugh, and he ignores Freed's talking, so damn annoying.

[BOOST!]

Feeling his power double, Akira strengthened his body with Magic as he disappeared, reappearing a few inches before Freed whose eyes widened at the sudden speed of Instantaneous Movement.

*SLICE*

The exorcist shot out a slash towards his chest to ward him back, but he sliced the air missing Akira who ducked and primed his fist back. With explosive strength, his legs pushed upwards as his fist soared and slammed into the chin of the priest, the power behind the uppercut causing him to fly a few feet in the air.

*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Somehow, that didn’t knock the priest out as he quickly moved mid-air, aiming his gun at Akira before firing rounds of light beams towards him. Eyeing the bullets, Akira simply stood upright before dodging to avoid the Holy Light bullets by tilting his head or moving his body with as minimal movement as possible.

Compared to the slash that he did before with his sword, the bullets were slow in comparison.

Landing on all fours, Freed took a moment to access his situation before firing more bullets of Light towards him. Bursting into action, Akira launched himself forward, pumping more magical energy into his body as he deflected the bullets away with his left arm that housed the Sacred Gear.

Reaching close to the priest, he shifted his stance as he tilted his head to avoid decapitation and threw out a punch. In an instant, Freed changed his grip into a reverse grip as he blocked the punch with the blade of Light, supporting it with an arm on the blade itself.

That blow had enough power to shatter a tree trunk, but Freed took it like it was nothing. Seriously, humans like him sure are weak as shit.

He wanted to use his Dual Deteriorate, but he couldn’t as Freed didn’t give him a moment to breath, with him using his insane speed to pressure him with slashes that were fast. Spirit Sword for the reach wouldn't work too since he was still a novice at Touki control.

Dodging and parrying the attacks, he retaliates with his own attacks using counters and feints, but blow after blow, he just wouldn’t flinch. The fuck is up with this guy, he was just tanking hit after hit!

Annoyed at the little damage he was doing, he put in more effort into damage, using more magical energy to enhance his body and increased more of his striking power, but god-damn —

THIS. GUY. JUST. WOULDN’T. GO. DOWN! What the fuck is this guy made out of?!

He wasn’t hitting him at all, but he was absorbing the damage like nobody’s business! Even with magic bullets exploding in his face, the artificial human didn’t seem to be harmed that badly after the dust dissipated!

At this point after a good 5 minutes of fighting, Freed had injuries on his face, body, and legs, from blunt punches to explosions, but he was still breathing and standing while he himself was starting to get tired after expanding quite an amount of magical energy.

This is ridiculous, what kind of endurance does this guy have?

Getting more serious, Akira planted a few traps on the ground before retreating back. As expected, the exorcist followed, thinking that he was trying to get a breather. The moment he stood on one of the traps, the ground shot out strings of magic that rooted his legs to the ground.

With the opportunity, he made as much distance as he could, setting up more traps along the way before gaining a good amount of distance from him. 

With the snare successful, he could finally try to use something more destructive. Touki would take too long, so he instead summoned his other Sacred Gear and aimed it at the priest.

Freed, who already escaped his trap by overpowering it, sensed the danger and yelled out a “NOPE!” before throwing a black orb on the ground, creating a flash of light that Akira didn’t expect. Reopening his eyes once his eyes recovered from the sudden exposure of light, Freed had already run away.

Letting the energy in his palms disperse into the nature, he quickly closed his eyes, dismissing his Twice Critical and Dual Deteriorate to save stamina, and focused on the magic signatures around him. Feeling the presence of a magic signature moving further from him at high speeds, he latched onto it —

“Ryuuto Akira!”

The voice of Gremory rang out, causing him to freeze at the spot, his focus now snapped. 

Oh, he tunnel-visioned on Freed's magical signature that he didn't realize... Fuck. 

Turning his head to look behind him, he simply uttered a curse as the whole peerage of Rias Gremory stared at him, including a steady breathing nun in the hands of Hyoudou.

Turning back, he expanded his range of his magic sense to try and find — Nope, Freed’s gone. Fuck, he’s fast, definitely faster than him without Instantaneous Movement. He then turned to face Gremory before exhaling with a heave.

Crapbaskets.