Chapter 1: The taste of Demones, is the consequences worth it?
[ Chaos Gacha is Online! ]
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"Isn't this more or less useless to me?" Badheil said to Himself as knowledge of how the system worked appeared in His mind.
Tickets. Feats. Rarities. Rolls. It all came in a flood of information.
You get Tickets by doing something impressive—"Feats," the System called them. Kill a god, change fate, completing something major for the first time—things like that. The greater the feat, the better the ticket. And tickets were the only way to roll the Gacha.
The most important thing He noted—at least for Himself—was that Feats were relative to the one performing them.
If a mortal managed to slay a city-destroying dragon, they'd earn a Platinum or even Diamond Ticket, depending on the circumstances. But if He accomplished the same feat, it would barely qualify for a Gold Ticket at most.
However, if the dragon in question was a being like the Ancient God—Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt, then even for Him, the feat would warrant at least a Legendary Ticket. Maybe even Mythical, if the Chaos Gacha was feeling generous.
"In the end, everything is relative." Badheil concluded.
You have acquired 3 Gold Random Gacha tickets
Resting His chin against His fist, Badheil uttered aloud, "Roll."
Rolling…
The panel flickered into existence for a brief moment—vanishing just as quickly—before stabilizing and revealing new text in His vision.
Epic Item Rolled!
[Blade Smith]
|Epic Item|
DxD - A Sacred Gear created by God that allows its user to create constructs of holy blades at will. The user can create holy swords that possess different attributes depending on the user's ability and skill. Examples like a sword that absorbs flames or a sword that poisons.
"Oh?" The Warrior God's brows rose in interest as He felt the item settle into His storage. As the God of Combat, how could He not be intrigued?
With a thought, He summoned it from His inventory, and a familiar sword manifested in His hand.
It had a jagged, uneven shape with sharp edges that jutted out in different directions. Its blade was mostly golden, with streaks of blue and white running through it. At the center near the hilt, there was a glowing white core. The entire weapon gave off a faint holy light, as if it was made from energy rather than metal.
"Dawnmaker…" Badheil uttered the name of the sword that the Sacred Gear took after.
Dawnmaker was Phainon's—or rather, Khaslana's —sword. He guessed the look of the Sacred Gear was influenced by Him being the God of Dawn, and also His own preference and liking for it when He played Honkai Star Rail.
All in all, for Him—the greatest weapon master in the world—this Sacred Gear, whose attributes scaled with the skill and ability of its wielder, was nothing short of perfect.
It meant He could wield it at its peak, drawing out the full extent of its power—
"Balance Breaker,"
At His utterance, the Dawnmaker in His hand melted like liquid gold. It slithered up His arms in twisting streams, coiling over muscle, then swept across His shoulders before cascading down His torso like a heavy curtain.
In moments, the weapon was gone, and in its place, a chestplate had taken shape. The armor clung tightly to His body, molded with precision to the shape of a broad, muscular torso.
There was no sound for a few moments, and then—
Laughter erupted from Him.
Deep, bellowing, and unrestrained.
A full-bodied laugh thundered from His throat, echoing across the Twilight Kingdom, resonating through the stillness of a dawn forever frozen in time.
It was unknown how long it lasted in this kingdom that remained frozen in time, but eventually, His laughter ceased.
"The irony," The instant His Balance Breaker settled, the knowledge of what it actually did flowed into His mind.
It was simple, absurdly so.
Any attack from behind was conceptually nullified, unless the individual was stronger than Him. The irony of it nearly made Him keel over.
Of course this was what it did. How could He not laugh?
His anger, paranoia, and fear of being stabbed in the back had culminated into this. A Balance Breaker that denied betrayal itself.
But, this wasn't just His fear.
He had glimpsed the flickers of memory from Badheil, and He knew: this fear didn't just come from the humanHim who had read the novel. No, somewhere, deep within, even the God of Dawn feared betrayal.
After all, this wasn't Badheil's first rodeo with backstabbing. It began much earlier, in the Late Second Epoch, when He, had driven a blade into the heart of His father, the Giant King Aumir.
The memory had flickered through His mind not long after transmigration. A half-formed echo, yet vivid enough to leave an impression.
His father had come to Him in desperation wounded and broken by the Ancient Sun God. And Badheil, the dutiful son, had welcomed Him. He had waited until his father's guard was at its lowest. And when it was, he'd taken his life without hesitation.
A textbook betrayal.
"Though, with the knowledge of the novel in my mind, I'm sure the Ancient Sun God, who was a Half-Great Old One, planned everything," He muttered. "From my father's escape… to me killing him… to even my ascension as a God."
He paused briefly as He went over what He knew.
"He might've even been working with Evernight since then," Badheil continued, the bitterness and helplessness slipping into His tone. "And thought that it would be easy to kill me and get my Uniqueness in the future."
"Was this all a reasonable development?" A humorless smile tugged at the edge of His mouth at the question.
"Can I accept such an outcome?" No couldn't. He wouldn't.
Should I find a way to kill Adam? The intrusive thought snaked its way into His mind, before He squashed instantly.
He hadn't forgotten.
Adam the so-called Angel of Imagination, Child of the Creator, that identity was a facade. The truth was worse:
He was the Ancient Sun God, reborn in his child's body after the traitors feasted on His corpse. And with the birth of the True Creator—ASG's Human Side—the ASG's Divine side had returned as well, in Adam.
He, the one who methodically dismantled the Ancient Gods and forged the Third Epoch, weakened as He was, was not someone Badheil could kill.
Not right now at least.
As for why Badheil considered killing Adam instead of the True Creator, well… even if Adam wasn't ASG, and the revival plan had failed, he still bore the closest resemblance.
"And the True Creator is a chill guy," The dude was just misunderstood. It wasn't His fault that mere mortals couldn't handle his freestyle. Nor did He ask to be born as something akin to an Evil Spirit while literally being a God of the Pathway that embodied Degeneration.
It was no surprise that He was a little touched in the head.
Anyways, He digressed.
Taking a glance at His armour, He decided it was best if it stayed on. Yes, He was paranoid. No, He wasn't Nick Fury.
A chuckle left His lips at the thought of the one-eyed black baldy who vehemently denies that a cat took his eye.
Shaking His head, Badheil returned His attention to the panel before Him, rolling once more.
Rolling…
Rare Trait Rolled!
[Vaunt]
|Rare Trait|
You're quite vauntful, aren't you? It is easier to increase your fame and gain recognition and rewards for your achievements. In addition, it is easier to assert your achievements and get people to believe what you say.
Was there any point in this? He was already known across the world as an Orthodox God. He has His own Church that's the state religion of a country—Feysac Empire.
"I guess it will help in getting more Anchors." More believers never hurt. It meant He could keep resisting that creeping sensation—that cold fog that always lingered, waiting to roll in and become one with Him.
That was the best analogy He had for how the will of the Original Creator felt in the Characteristics and Uniqueness. Said fog was donut-shaped, and He was in the middle. He couldn't escape it, only holding back using His anchors and willpower.
Shaking the grim thought aside, He rolled one last time, while inwardly praying to Himself.
What? He was a God too.
Rolling….
Rare Ability Rolled!
[Tantric Healing]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to heal ailments and various negative status effects through sexual intimacy, even scars, old wounds, and diseases can be healed and curses mitigated. The higher the level of intimacy and release the more effective the healing.
Could anyone truly blame Him for thinking of the Primordial Demoness as the first person to test this on? Naturally, it wasn't because He was curious about the taste of a Demoness. Perish the thought.
Rather—
"She would make a good ally against Evernight and Lilith." There were only pure thoughts in His mind
Thoughts of His own survival.
How could He, a man of reason, ever be tempted by an Evil Goddess?
A chuckle left Badheil's lips at His own thoughts, "Perhaps praying to myself when rolling is not a good idea."
After all, RNGesus was far more reliable than a God who, not too long ago, had still been a mortal, with all the mortal desires that came with it.
Still, healing Cheek was a legitimate consideration. That is, once He was sure He wouldn't drown in the Primordial Pleasure that came with having sex with Her.
"We're not neighbouring Pathways," He paused, frowning as spoilers from Circle of Inevitability surfaced in His mind. "Well, not really." The Hunter and Demoness pathways were technically interchangeable with the Eternal Darkness Pathways —Death, Twilight Giant, and Evernight— if He remembered correctly.
Unless She wanted to become the Fourth Hidden Pillar and destroy all of existence, He didn't think She would betray Him.
Though, from what He knew, Her goals were worse than that.
"She wants to become the Original Creator with Alista Tudor."
Why couldn't any of the female Gods be simple?
Lilith? Faked Her death thousands of years ago just to pretend to be His mother, Omabella.
Evernight? Had likely schemed to steal His Uniqueness for millennia, simply biding Her time for the perfect moment.
The Primordial Demoness? Absolutely insane, believing She could become the Original Creator with Her beloved, without realizing—perhaps she probably knew, just didn't care—She'd be reviving the Azathoth-equivalent of this universe.
"Am I the only person with common sense in this world?" He asked aloud.
He genuinely had to wonder. Every God or entity of consequence seemed either emotionally stunted, cosmically deranged, or existentially horny.
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A/N: My rolls are depressing. Well, not as bad as they could have been, but I guess this is what happens when you give Gacha to a mortal with mortal desires.