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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Active Transmigration

"Imagination becoming real power… but that also means I've become its greatest weakness."

Monster Creation was like a lower-tier version of "wish made reality." With it came an almost limitless, unsolvable ability. And yet, what was its biggest weakness? The answer was obvious—its wielder. Sawada Tsunayoshi himself.

The thought left him with a complicated feeling. To gain such overwhelming power, only to realize he was also the flaw in its design.

But he quickly shook the thought aside.

"As long as I train my body while using Monster Creation, I'll be fine. And if I push too hard, I can just create a beast that restores stamina. Perfect. Invincible."

He truly felt the weight of this Sacred Gear's potential. No manpower, no complicated training—just the strength of imagination fueling creations that could grant him power.

A sudden spark lit up in his mind.

"Wait… I don't have to rely on myself being strong. If Monster Creation is strong, I can become strong too."

It didn't have to just create autonomous monsters. Why not create armor?

There were plenty of precedents—heroes in tokusatsu shows, or even the "Boosted Gear of the Red Dragon Emperor" and the "Light Wings of the White Dragon Emperor" themselves. If he simply defined them as "beasts," then with enough imagination, he could recreate them.

"!?"

A strange sensation prickled on his left hand. He looked down to see slime-like matter coating it, shifting and reshaping.

A crimson gauntlet with metallic sheen formed, a green jewel embedded on the back of the hand, glowing lines etched beneath it, golden spikes rising from the elbow.

"Then the ability…"

"Boost!"

His strength doubled instantly.

The raw increase was overwhelming—too straightforward to miss.

Ten seconds later, the gauntlet spoke again.

"Boost!"

"Ex-Promotion!"

The jewel gleamed, and the doubled power surged again, reinforcing his body.

It was exactly as he remembered—the unmistakable ability of the Red Dragon Emperor's Boosted Gear.

"So my guess was right. Monster Creation can even recreate the power of other Sacred Gears, as long as I imagine it."

But he frowned.

"No… that doesn't add up. If it were this simple, the wielder of Monster Creation in DxD would have thought of it. That team wasn't full of idiots. They didn't do it not because they didn't want to… but because they couldn't."

The key wasn't unwillingness. It was inability.

Then why could he do it?

He stared at the glowing gauntlet on his hand, its power still coursing through him.

The only real difference between him and them… was his golden finger. His rebirth.

Something about him wasn't ordinary. But what?

"…Forget it. I'll figure it out later."

As a first-year middle schooler who hadn't even awakened the Death Flame, there was no way he could solve every mystery about himself now. He would need to push Monster Creation to its limits first.

He exhaled and whispered in his mind: "Disappear."

The gauntlet dissolved into nothing, and with it, the power boost vanished.

"So when the creation disappears, the enhancements vanish too. I'll have to keep that in mind."

Still, the possibilities were endless. With his secret and Monster Creation together, the potential was terrifying.

Then a reckless idea struck him.

"If my secret lets Monster Creation create Sacred Gears… could I use it to create a door back to my old world?"

The thought refused to leave.

After all, who wouldn't think about transmigration?

It had happened passively before, out of his control. But if he could trigger it himself? That was another matter entirely.

The problem was… he had no control over Monster Creation yet.

"!?"

A sudden wave of weightlessness hit him, freezing his body in shock. Around him, a seven-colored tunnel spiraled endlessly downward.

Time stretched unnaturally. His thoughts raced, sharp and fast.

"Crap!"

He understood immediately. Just like the Sky Lion he'd created, this too was Monster Creation responding to his imagination.

He had imagined active transmigration—so it created a door to send him back.

But back where? To a world where thirteen years had already passed? To the home where he had died?

And what about his mother here? Would he abandon her? Both sides would lose.

"Damn it… then there's only one option."

The fall continued. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to think.

If he couldn't stop it, then he had to anchor himself.

"A coordinate! Fix a coordinate in this world!"

His eyes locked onto the open space gate above, the tent still faintly visible. In his heart, he screamed the command.

Sacred Gears often answered their wielder's truest desires. And his wish… was answered.

He felt it. A coordinate fixed, anchored inside his tent.

But in that same moment, the pull dragged him down harder.

"Splash!"

He was gone.

(End of Chapter)

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