In some Private Dimension – Dimension of Chaos.
After admiring my divine beauty in the mirror – and seriously, what a beauty – I got ready and took care of the basic hygiene. Not that I needed to, but maintaining perfection requires effort.
After that, I went straight to the training room in my mansion. Yes, I have a mansion. Gigantic, extravagant, with marble everywhere and a gym that would make any Nation jealous.
I'm a narcissistic, mentally disturbed playboy, what do you want me to do, feel sorry for being born with privileges or something?
The training started off intense. Push-ups, squats, sit-ups... all with my gravity bracelets and rings, each weighing the equivalent of a continent.
The feeling of effort was minimal, but at least it helped pass the time.
After a few sets, I accessed the Gacha System mentally. A holographic interface appeared before me, blending golden and silver metallic tones, shimmering with the energy of the void.
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[Name: Ethan Vahlor]
[True Name: ?@#&!?]
[Affiliation: Vahlor Clan]
[Title(s): Heir of the Void / Love's Serial Killer / The Heir of Blood / Demon Genius / Son of Nothing / Sugar Mommy's Favorite / The Cliché Protagonist / Mommy's Little Chaos / The Anomaly That Couldn't Stay Dead / Young Lord of the Vahlor Clan / Celestial Demon.]
• General Status
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• Universal Travel (Locked)
• Settings
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The titles always make me laugh. Sugar Mommy's Favorite? Who the hell put that here? The worst part is, it's not even wrong.
Damn my titles! Some make sense, like Heir of Blood, which carries absurd prestige. But others... Sugar Mommy's Favorite? Seriously? What a twisted sense of humor.
The Heir of Blood title wasn't just a decoration; it came with privileges, but also with responsibilities.
Fun, isn't it?
As I mentally accessed the 'General Status' command, a panel appeared before me. On the left, a 3D illustration of myself, detailed enough to look real. On the right, a neatly organized list of my general status, displayed clearly and precisely.
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[Name: Ethan Vahlor]
Age: 10 years
Species: ??? (Sealed)
Lineage: Alturians
Attributes:
Strength: 87 (Determines physical power and load capacity)
Dexterity: 85 (Affects agility and precision)
Intelligence: 100 (Controls learning, magic, and logic)
Vitality: 96 (Defines resistance and overall health)
Charisma: 80 (Improves persuasion and leadership)
Luck: ?? (Affects random events and rewards)
(Note: A normal human would have 10 in each attribute, except for luck.)
MP: Infinite
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When I made my wishes and reincarnated into this world, I noticed something strange about my body. It seemed... different. It wasn't entirely human. Not that I was complaining, of course.
It was as if my body had been molded to imitate a human, but with some updates.
Since I was reconstructed with the essence of the Void, my mother had to make some creative... and bold decisions.
Which included replacing a fetus in the womb of an Alturian mother, allowing me to take the place of the child that was supposed to be born.
The Void, in its adaptable nature, shaped my spiritual body to merge with the physical plane, copying and enhancing the characteristics of the Alturian race.
The Alturians, known as High Humans, are essentially the next stage of human evolution. They naturally emerged over the ages, due to constant exposure to the world's magical energy.
They are considered the highest form of humanity, but in my case, the Void didn't just copy this lineage — it perfected, elevated, and redefined every physical and spiritual trait that makes up an Alturian.
Strength, intelligence, dexterity… everything was boosted to levels that even the most powerful Alturians couldn't reach.
The result? Something completely new. A hybrid between the Absolute Void and the purest essence of the Alturian race.
And the proof of this feat was recorded in the title they granted me: Heir of Blood.
A symbol reserved only for those who represent the pinnacle of power and perfection among the Alturians. Singular. Incomparable. An existence that, by natural laws, shouldn't even be possible.
And yet… here I am.
["My lord"]
Still, what really intrigues me is my species. It remains sealed as '???'. Ten years have passed, and I still have no idea what I really am.
It seems there's a blockage, but considering my connection with the Void and the Mommy System, it makes sense to suspect that my true nature is tied to this.
["My lord."]
"What!"
["Are you done with your monologue?"]
The voice echoed in my mind with a light but precise touch of irony, abruptly pulling me out of my thoughts.
["Your butler has been standing at the door for some time, calling for you."]
"Ah."
You must be wondering: "Who the hell is that voice?"
Well, let's be honest: you already know. It's my personal assistant, a little gift I wished for along with the Gacha System. And, as you can see, she loves to meddle in my life.
But, thinking about it… I programmed her to be like this. So, technically, I don't have the right to complain… do I?
With a sigh, I turned my attention to the door.
There he was — a tall man with silky blonde hair that reached his shoulders and intense blue eyes, gleaming with a mix of calmness and joy.
He wore a classic butler suit, impeccable as always. The personification of elegance and efficiency.
[IMAGE]
Beside him were two maids, whose presence and beauty were undeniable.
To the left, a young woman of about 20 years old, standing around 1.70m tall, looked like she stepped straight out of a fairy tale. Her long, light blue hair flowed like a crystal-clear river, while her deep blue eyes radiated a hypnotizing serenity.
[IMAGE]
On the right, was a 19-year-old woman, standing at 1.56m tall, with long scarlet hair cascading down her back, while a fringe partially covered her right eye. Her brown eyes held an enigmatic aura, perfectly matching her slender yet voluptuous figure.
[IMAGE]
"Apologies, Frankenstein. I was lost in my thoughts. Is it already time for lunch?"
The butler bowed slightly, maintaining his polite smile.
"Yes, my lord. Today's dish is Dragon Steak with Sauce, a rare delicacy, prepared for your taste. Once ready, please head to the private dining room where everything will be waiting for you."
I simply nodded, watching them leave the room in silence.
After a quick shower to wash off the accumulated sweat, I dressed in more appropriate clothes and headed to the private dining room, where the aroma of the delicacy was already beginning to fill the air.
As I sat down, I was immediately enveloped by the intense scent of Dragon Steak with Mystic Flame Sauce. The presentation was flawless, as always. I didn't waste any time – I ate quickly. What can I say? It was delicious... as always.
Still savoring the last few bites, the calm and polite voice of Frankenstein, my head butler, pulled me out of my culinary trance.
"My lord, a report has arrived from the Divine Cult of the Celestial Demon."
I raised my gaze, intrigued.
"Oh? Is it about what I ordered to be kept an eye on?"
"Yes, my lord. The young lady of the Gremory family has apparently reincarnated a young man who carries a Sacred Gear. And not just any one, but one of the Thirteen Longinus. The cult believes it to be the Boosted Gear, which contains the spirit of a Celestial Dragon."
Thus began the DxD Canon.
The Divine Cult of the Celestial Demon is an organization of demonic humans that I created thousands of years ago, inspired by those martial arts manhwas.
I created it shortly after the death of the Christian God, simply because I thought it would be fun.
Now, you might be wondering:
"If you created the cult thousands of years ago, how can you only be 10 years old?"
Before you imagine some epic story about time paradoxes or incomprehensible divine powers, the answer is much simpler.
The secret lies in my private dimension.
Time here passes much faster than in the normal world. Of course, I could just synchronize it with the outside, but let's be honest... who has the patience to wait centuries?
So, I did the obvious: I accelerated time after creating the cult, training it, and setting the stage for the main story.
Simple. Efficient. And very much my style.
I took one last look around, satisfied. A faint smile appeared at the corner of my lips.
"Alright. It's time to leave this dimension and have a little fun with the inhabitants of this world."
"As you wish, my lord."
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The Celestial Demon Kingdom - Underworld
{Dimensional Portal}
A skill I obtained from the Gacha system, allowing me to teleport to any place I've been before.
It's thanks to this ability that I arrived here, in this… rather grand territory, to say the least.
Currently, I'm wandering the sacred city of the cult—a pompous title, and at the very least, contradictory, considering we're in the Underworld itself.
I have to admit, I'm quite pleased with how much the cult has grown. It's literally an entire continent if you combine the cult's territory.
Walking through the streets of the Sacred City is truly a unique experience. There are imposing buildings, along with hospitals, hotels, bars, black markets, and other establishments, much like any other city in the Underworld.
The cult has grown so much that it's practically an independent nation within the Underworld, a massive territory full of demonic humans who could commit the greatest evils, as well as the greatest goods.
To be honest, it was pure whim on my part. I never expected it to grow this much. But, thinking about it, considering the powerful and talented servants I've added over the centuries... it does make sense.
But they all had one thing in common, they fanatically screamed my name as if I were an absolute deity.
I walk through a square where a group of novices is training. The instructor shouts orders while the apprentices try to maintain their battle stance.
They wield spears and swords imbued with black flames, cutting the air with precision. Some show great potential, while others… well, they'll just be pawns on the battlefield.
The Great Celestial Temple dominates the landscape, surrounded by dark flames that twist as if they were alive. Even from a distance, the power radiating from it is palpable.
And to think this all started as a joke.
I gave the first members a bit of power, a bit of knowledge, threw in a nice speech about evolution and domination, added a few gacha characters… and voila.
Suddenly, I had a legion of followers ready to kill and die in the name of the Celestial Demon.
I won't lie. It's fun.
Some women whisper among themselves, casting furtive glances in my direction. Some bite their lips, others try to feign indifference. I just smile to myself and keep walking.
Not that I need to reinforce this, but yes, I'm basically the most desired man on this continent.
Not just for my strength, status, and flawless appearance, but mainly my charisma that's broken to the point of making me irresistible to most women.
Even without showing up in person, many recognize my appearance, passed down from generation to generation.
The main leaders used to request audiences with me from time to time, but I simply told them to do whatever the hell they wanted.
Maybe that's why they stopped calling me a few years ago. For them, it probably felt like decades, maybe even centuries.
"Your Omnipotence, I apologize for the delay, we didn't expect you to arrive so suddenly. The Celestial Demon was preparing a warm reception."
I divert my focus from the streets of the Sacred City and shift my attention to the source of the calm, respectful, and slightly seductive voice I heard earlier. It comes from a woman, appearing to be around 25 years old, dressed in a tight black outfit.
[IMAGE]
"Incredible, you seem truly powerful and talented at hiding your presence. And... well, let's just say you have your qualities..."
I mean, she's really sexy and, apparently, has a talent for assassination, espionage, or something like that.
"Thank you, Your Omnipotence. My name is Tsukiyomi Akane, commander of the 10th division, a squad focused on assassinations."
The woma— No, now Akane tilted her head and body, hand on her chest, knees slightly bent, everything measured just right to appear respectful.
Makes sense, she hides her presence very well. Well, I did sense her, but only because my senses are absurdly sharp.
At the very least, High Supreme Class or maybe more, possibly bordering on the Maou level—if she hasn't already reached it.
"Pleasure to meet you, Tsukiyomi-san. I must say I'm honored that a beautiful lady like you has come personally to guide me to the Celestial Demon."
I raise my hand to my chest and slightly tilt my head, displaying a courteous gesture worthy of a true gentleman.
"Please, there is no need for formalities with someone as humble as me, especially before someone of your status. Please, follow me."
I half-narrowed my eyes, watching as she turned and walked toward the place where the Celestial Demon must be.
She has a great backside, by the way...
Strange, very strange... Did something happen? When she mentioned my status, she briefly looked at me—did she seem suspicious? Resentful?
"Well, whatever. Whatever it is, I just hope it's not a pain in the ass."
Sighing, I threw my arms behind my head for support and silently followed her.
Speaking of which, where's Frankenstein? He was with me when I arrived...
Even with my sharp senses, I can't find any trace of where he might be. Did he get lost?
Nah, doesn't matter.
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[....] = Mommy System
["...."] = Gacha System Assistant
("Your Omnipotence" is a form of address used for those regarded as deities, but this does not necessarily mean that Ethan is a god—only that he is recognized as such by those who revere him.
Just like:
"Your Majesty" is used for Kings and Queens, "Your Excellency" for governors and ambassadors, "Your Eminence" for cardinals,
and so on.
I am just clarifying this to avoid misunderstandings and exaggerated interpretations regarding the creation of honorific titles.
If you prefer something less formal, I can change it to something like:
"O Great Demon Lord, we are honored to be in your presence."
Just let me know.)