The Maniac of DxD (Highschool dxd insert/ semi-crack): Chapter 6

Did you know that fairies are capable of translocating people into a different plane of existence? Me neither.

If I did, I would never have tangled with these ones.

I ran through the mystical jungles that messed with all of my senses with illusions that made mine look like a child trying to copy the Mona Lisa. In other words, absolute trash.

It has been over two years since I ran from the Himejima clan and it has been a blast exploring the world for all it can offer.

I mean, how many people can boast that they tangled with a real-life zombie army and lived to tell the tale?

I was working for a group of Greek mermaids called the Nereids. Those ladies were concerned since a low-class stray devil had made a base on their island and hired me to remove him since they saw my training during my stay in Greece.

The pay was good so I took up the offer.

Turns out, the devil was experimenting with some Norse spells that backfired and resulted in the people of a nearby village turning into a type of zombie called Dragur.

I had some serious Skyrim flashbacks when I heard the name of that zombie type.

In the end, I took care of the zombies and took out the stray devil who was panicking hard since his actions had apparently outed his hidey hole to his former master.

Ever since then, I have made a name for myself as a capable mercenary in the supernatural world.

My motto is very simple, if you’ve got the dough, I’ve got the skills.

An exaggeration to be sure but I couldn’t care less since this is all just a side gig. My main goal hasn’t changed one bit since back then.

To break through the paywall of the Touki and become a discount Saiyan with the same skill set.

Watch out world, your new overlord is right around the corner. Devils, Angels, and gods beware, for a new king is in town.

My senses alerted me to a spearheading straight for my head, forcing me out of my fantasies and back into reality.

Right. This future ruler of the world needs to first escape this fairy deathtrap for any of those dreams to become real.

Anyways, where was I? Right. How did I end up in this situation? That’s a funny story.

It was supposed to be a simple job offered to me by the Church in a nearby town.

Supposedly, the town was being harassed by a group of fairies that had moved into the neighborhood recently and were messing with the common people, threatening to expose the secrecy of the supernatural world.

The Church wanted me to either exterminate the fairies or have them stop harassing the people. If I could have them move away, that would be the best-case scenario all around.

The payment was supposed to be a type of Touki training method exclusively used by the Church’s forces.

With fantasies of quickly breaking through the paywall with the new knowledge, I set off to find the fairies.

Who would have thought that the fairies would find me first and use their bullshit abilities to shift me through dimensions?

I still don’t know what the problem is with the fairies, what I do know is that if I don’t run for my life, the bigger and uglier version of the fairies, called the Spriggans, will turn me into shish kebab and roast me over a fire while telling stories of my pathetic death to their companions.

Hell to the no!! there is no way I am allowing these walking trees to turn me into a hashtag and make my death a trending story on their version of Twitter.

Another wooden spear passed by my head at blistering speeds, making me sweat in reflex and continue flooding my body with Touki.

How am I going to escape this dimension fuckery you ask? How the hell should I know? I ain't a strategist, a scientist, or even a mage!

For now, I only have one plan. Run and live to fight another day!!

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“HAHAHA!! THAT’S RIGHT!! RUN YOU LITTLE BITCHES!! FEAR THE POWER OF HUMAN FUCKERY!!”

Ok, new plan. Catch a few of these Spriggans who are running for their life and turn them into charcoal for a campfire.

Oh, why are they running for me you ask?

Well, that would be because I have done what my ancestors did and rediscovered the power of fire.

Specifically, I managed to find some dried branches and used them to start a forest fire. Then, I actively spread them throughout this mystical bullshit forest with the help of a few makeshift torches and my enhanced body.

Is it morally right to kill an entire forest because I am pissed off at a group of fairies that attacked me for no reason? No.

Do I give a fuck about morality right now? Hell no.

I took one of the dried branches that I shaped like a spear and put it in the flames, allowing the tip to catch fire before throwing it with Touki, making it skewer one of the Spriggans and making it catch fire instantly.

Spriggans, and fairies in general, are extremely flammable. who knew?

I don’t know how many days I spent in this forsaken mystical forest, setting fires everywhere and killing every Spirggan I came across with extreme prejudice.

All I know is that this is fun as hell and I ain't stopping any time soon.

All the more reason for me to be pissed off when my fun was interrupted when an extremely tired-looking giant lady showed up in front of me one day with an angry expression with hundreds of Spriggans glaring at me while cowering behind her.

“Thou arst a blight upon mine forest. Begone, human-“

“Fuck you bitch!! It was those fuckers behind you that started it. I am just finishing the job.”

For a brief moment, the giantess fell into stunned silence as she glanced behind her to spot the guilt on her people’s faces. At that moment, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the water pools that held her afloat in the air.

Gone was my T-shirt since it was ripped to strings when I was first transported here by the Spriggans. My jeans had been shredded into something resembling boxers. With my hair becoming long enough to obscure my face a little and make a ponytail easily, and a flaming stick in hand, I looked like I was cosplaying as that meme with a murder-hobo Link from the Breath of the Wilds game.

Not like I give a fuck about that right now. Right now, my priority is to murder these bitches with extreme prejudice for all the trauma they caused me.

Whatever silent communication she had with her people ended as she sighed tiredly and turned to me.

“It was mine lack of oversight that resulted in thine situation. This one is named Vivian and shall provide compensation for thine plight. This one shall have her people retreat from the human world and restore you back to the human realm-“

“Fuck no! Not until I’ve had my fun. Do you know how much those Spriggans tormented me? I ain’t leaving until I have turned them into tinder for my campfire and roasted the remaining ones into a soup for me to drink!!”

I did not give a fuck at the disturbed look on her face or the terrified faces of the Spriggans. All I want now is revenge for the anguish I endured for who knows how long in this bullshit forest.

Suddenly the woman waved her hand as she sighed, making my vision blur as space distorted around my body.

“Truly, thine are a disgrace to thine race. And yet, this one can’t fault you for your actions. Consider this a small gift and compensation for thine suffering at the hands of this one’s subjects”

Whatever else that bitch wanted to say was cut off as I suddenly materialized in the middle of a busy street, with a stick on fire and wearing nothing but ripped jeans that might as well be boxers.

Yeah, I failed to escape the arsonist allegations that day and spent a night in jail before I managed to escape.