Blake POV
I was comfortable in these premium seats, already congratulating myself on exploiting this beautiful dream but the next something unexpected happened.
A spike of pressure hit my skull, so violent it felt like a psychic lobotomy.
I grabbed my head, jaw clenched tight, wondering if my skull is going to split open.
Finally, I realised it wasn't some life threatening pain, not really. It was assimilation.
Memories—millions of them—rushed into my mind like a data stream too large for a single processor.
They merged, layered, and became my own, erasing any lingering doubt about whether this was a dream, where I was or who I was.
'This is not a dream. This is High School DxD.' These fresh sets of memories, entirely distinct from my past life, confirmed it.
The realization was immediate and jarring, I had somehow transmigrated and the irony was cosmic—the body's name was also Blake.
The pain subsided, leaving behind an astonishing clarity. I had successfully transmigrated, occupying the body and memories of someone who was already immensely powerful.
I stared out the window at the endless blue of the Pacific.
'I'm a Devil'
That explained the low, resonant thrumming in my chest—the subtle explosion of pure power I can feel in my muscles that felt simultaneously immense yet perfectly contained.
This body wasn't just genetically perfect; it was supernaturally perfect.
It felt awesome, like having raw and untamed energy that can destroy my old body with just a look.
The new memories were a treasure map.
The first, most bizarre revelation was that Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels, was my father which made me frown.
In the Origin Story, Azazel only adopted Vali but looks like he found me when i was a baby and raised me as his own son. When I looked into the memories there is one specific memory where the old Blake asked what was his origin and Azazel just said he didn't know.
'Maybe he created me?' a new question came to mind but i just shook it off as looking through the memories, Azazel has been nothing short of a loving and supportive father letting the old Blake explore the world without any restrictions.
Next was, All of the old Blake's powers, skills, and genius intellect were now mine.
Right now, my mind felt like a supercomputer; every piece of knowledge—from basic to advanced subjects like high-level dimensional physics—was already learnt and categorized for instantly accessible by the Old Blake.
It feels like I could grasp any concept just by going through it once. My intelligence was far beyond human genius.
I instinctively reached for the slender black pendant resting on my chest. It was designed like a stylized wing, crafted from a material that felt like frozen cosmic energy.
The memories explained it: an advanced masking artifact that Azazel started working on to hide my power level but later the young age previous Blake also gave his input and they created this to hide my previous self from danger's eyes.
Now? It was just a unique necklace. It seems like the previous Blake had mastered to conceal his strength and just kept the necklace as a souvenir. It looked nice so I let it be and thought about what was going to happen.
Previous Blake's life in the mortal world was a perfect cover story for me right noe.
Azazel had sent him out to 'experience life.' The old Blake went to America, learnt a lot about humans which has no use for me but what I liked is the fact that he embraced his natural talent for music and became a globally famous teen artist.
I pulled out the smartphone inside my jacket and it confirmed it.
Millions of human followers, sold-out concerts, and an endless stream of gorgeous, scantily-clad girls in my photo albums.
'Well played Previous Blake. Right now, I have money, fame in the human world, backing of Azazel and the stage is set.'
The true prize was the Kuoh Academy assignment—a strategic placement during the peace talks.
Azazel wanted eyes inside the Gremory and Sitri territories as there is an opportunity for peace between the three factions.
My mind zeroed in on the biggest secret this body held
'The Akeno Himejima complication.' Akeno was this Blake's childhood friend.
The original timeline involved her mother, Shuri Himejima, dying during an attack orchestrated by Baraqiel's enemies. But the previous Blake had changed it. The memory played out clearly.
The young Blake was smart to give one of his inventions to Shuri as a gift and when she was attacked, after making sure Akeno had escaped, she made a final stand with the dagger gifted by the previous Blake.
Shuri was cornered, but before the final blow, the previous Blake who had installed a danger mechanism in the blade used his powers to teleport to the blade and intervened, effortlessly absorbing their attacks and annihilating the attackers.
Shuri survived and escaped, while Akeno was rescued by Rias Gremory and reincarnated as a Devil, just like in the canon.
This was an incredible advantage.
Rias may have Akeno's loyalty as her King, but I had the knowledge and a debt of life owed by Akeno's living mother, Shuri. It created an immediate, exploitable crack in the Gremory peerage's foundation.
My eyes narrowed with cold, strategic calculation.
I was here to study alongside the devils while the peace talks commenced. But I knew exactly what was about to happen: the arrival of the pervert Issei, his death at the hands of the Fallen Angel, and his clumsy ascent to harem-protagonist status.
'As if I'd let that happen.'
I have the power, the looks, the charm, and the ultimate strategic insight into this world's events.
The era of the clumsy, self-deprecating hero stumbling into power and girls was over.
The plane began its final descent, the cabin lights flashing a warning. I leaned back, a predatory grin stretching across my lips.
'Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima—two absolute masterpiece beauties, and everyone else in this damn town. You have no idea what just landed.'
I am done playing the orphan who died at the hands of strong.
Now, I'm a Devil, a strategic genius, and a powerhouse with backing, and I am going to conquer this new world and claim every woman I desired with style, power, charm, and sheer force of will.
My game starts now.
The jet touched down with barely a whisper. The door hissed open, and the heat of the Tokyo air rushed in, carrying the scent of potential.
The End