DxD: Ecchi Powers, Ecchi World!

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There's a certain kind of tension in the air when you're standing in a mansion with three of the loudest idiots you've ever met, while one of them is inside a glowing, custom-inscribed magical circle that looks like it came from a doujinshi parody of F*te/st*y night.

Yeah, I don't know any clever parody names for that installment in the Nasuverse, sorry.

That tension?

Oh, yeah. I should get back to that...

"Fingers crossed, and I'm praying to God!" Motohama, an average-looking Japanese boy with brown hair, prayed desperately.

"Dear God, please help our bro!" Matsuda knelt as the sun shone on his shaved crewcut, and he even squeezed out a tear.

Well, it was just pure, uncut stupidity mixed with just a pinch of hope.

---Scratch that, it was four idiots, because I was also standing there alongside them.

"Yeah, God. Big G of the Bible, in fact, please help our 'bro'." I joined in.

I stood inside the training hall of my very own Michinaga Mansion with my arms crossed and my eyebrow twitching slightly as I watched Issei Hyoudou sit cross-legged in the center of the ritual circle with closed eyes, chanting the modified incantation I wrote for him.

It wasn't real, by the way, but on behalf of our 'friendship', I listened to his friends' worries and helped him out.

Honestly, I really don't know why the perverted duo were freaking out, it isn't like he switched sexualities or anything.

Even I, the OP-OC-MC, knew that that's just lazy writing.

After all, he was just interested in gaining the muscles of a bishounen, to which I will once again say, 'what muscles'?

That being said, he could've gone about it in a less... sus...picious way...

Bothering poor ol' Kiba, and reading Yaoi and Bara doujinshi? Way to make it a big deal.

And in the middle of it all...

"Hey, Daichi! You need to tell them that nothing is wrong with meeee!!!!" Issei, the future Oppai Dragon, yelled as he sat in the middle of my 'magic circle'.

"No, they're right. I need to purify you back to the right path." I spat out bullshit with a straight face. "Otherwise, you might end up being into MPreg in the future as well."

Once again, to reiterate. There is nothing wrong with Issei.

Other than wanting to gain 'bishounen muscles' to impress Irina.

As we engaged in a jolly good show of tomfoolery, to my left was Sebas, standing tall and poised with arms folded behind his back in his usual pristine butler uniform, with a stoic yet curious gaze.

His silvery hair was slicked back neatly, and his expression barely moved, except for that ever-so-slight raise of his brow.

"If I may be so bold, Daichi-bocchan," Sebas began, his tone respectful as always, "May I ask why you've gone through the effort to perform this... farce of a restorative spell for the explicit purpose of rekindling… perversion?"

He looked like he didn't even believe what he was saying, and guess what? He sounded just as confused.

A fair question, really.

But I wonder how his face would look if I told him that it was all for fun?

Before I could answer, a voice echoed eerily from my right.

"I... think... that deep down... Daichi-sama believes these people... to be his friends..." And along came the deadpan voice of Sadako, my lovely ghost maid.

She hovered? beside me with her long black hair still covering much of her pale face, and her maid outfit (complete with frilly apron and black thigh-highs, because of course) made her look less like a horror movie antagonist and more like the star of a haunted maid café.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't practice [Body Manipulation] till the point where I could use it on a ghost!

I accidentally tripped and reshaped her to my liking. Total accident. Totally.

It's not like I wanted to do that in the first place, baka!

Though honestly speaking? You know why I named her Sadako.

I mean, come on, she looks like she'll crawl out of a TV screen! And now, she serves as one of my servants(paid and not paid).

Now I just have to fill this mansion with others who can work now...

"You're really spingy these days," I took a good look at my 'meido purfeketo' Sadako. "How's it feel slumming it with the living?"

"...Fun, Daichi-sama... I can eat bananas and creampies and ramen..." Sadako added with a slow shrug. "...Plus.... I don't have to pay taxes..."

"Yummers." I muttered. "And I think you mean creampuffs."

At this point, I also realized that these two goobers praying were so desperate that they didn't even notice Sadako standing/floating next to me.

Or maybe it was because she had such a thin presence.

"Hey, Sadako? You ever thought about playing basketball---" I thought about a certain basketball anime about a real phantom menace on the field, but I was cut off when I heard a rather dull thud.

-thud.-

It looks like the two tackled him to the ground.

"We're not gonna let go until you say Oppai!"

"Yeah, say it! Say the word! Every letter of it!"

But after a minute of friendly roughhousing....

"...Oppai..." Issei whispered.

His lips trembled. His pupils shimmered.

---And then...

"OPPAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Tears gushed from his eyes like twin waterfalls. He dropped to his knees, arms raised in praise, like he'd just been baptized in the Holy Milk of Heaven.

"Yes---!!!! He's back---!!!!!!" Matsuda fell to the ground, punching the air in victory as Motohama collapsed next to him. "Our boy has returned to us!"

"You've gotta be kidding me," Sebas said under his breath for once, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Sadako gave a slow, confused whisper. "...Why... are they cheering? Nothing... happened..."

I smirked, walking over and patting Issei's shoulder. "You alright now, Issei?"

"I've never been better," Issei said, standing up with renewed purpose as his face glowed with confidence. "I got a call from Irina this morning. She says she's coming back to Kuoh soon for a visit. So I've decided---!"

He pointed to the ceiling like he was gonna be the Pirate King.

"I'm gonna build the ultimate body! I'll hit the gym and work these muscles until I'm the most invincible pervert this world has ever known!"

Motohama blinked, and Matsuda gasped in shock at Issei's proclamation.

"Wait… muscles? You're training for gains?"

"But what about peeking?! Lewdness?! Shameless groping, bro?!"

Issei clenched his fist, eyes sparkling.

"Of course I'm still a pervert! That will never change! But if I'm going to be one… I wanna be a durable pervert, that way I will never get hurt!" Issei yelled. "So, I must become the ultimate muscle lifeform---!"

"Noooooo---------!!!!!" The duo dropped to their knees as they screamed to the sky.

"Pft! Holy character-assassination, Batman." I stifled a chuckle at this sight that had nothing to do with me.

Sebas exhaled through his nose, the closest thing he had to a groan. "How… inspiring."

Sadako floated beside him, deadpanning, "I... don't understand..."

I just rubbed the back of my head and chuckled, watching as Issei did squats while shouting like a man possessed.

"Motohama, Matsuda," I said, turning to the still-weepy duo, "As I said, he's fine. He was fine the whole time."

They sniffled, in half acceptance and defeat, and in half determination, nodding as they watched their friend dramatically shadow-box an invisible opponent.

"The Kendo Club should be practicising today as well, let's go peek on them, and show them the power of my undefeatable muscles---!!!!"

As I said, if you wanna blame anyone for character assassination, blame Irina, and maybe Odin.

I stepped back with Sebas and Sadako at my side, watching the idiotic purity of youth blossom before us in all its sweaty, slightly concerning glory.

"Sebas," I said quietly, "Remind me to get a smoke and mirror machine. Just for the fun of it, of course."

"I feel that I can have even more fun using that and this mansion... along with the other ghosts, of course."

"As you wish, bocchan." Sebas replied, already making a note.

Sadako leaned in as she whispered in my ears, not exactly understanding the concept of personal space. "Daichi-sama, can I use it too?"

Sebas was about to admonish her for asking such things, but after seeing me nod at him, he just sighed.

And I? Well, I just laughed.

"I have no idea what you could possibly use it for, seeing as you already have to ability to do everything it can do and then some," I nodded. "But sure, why not?"

"Anyway, where's Kuroka?" I asked.

"She's currently at the Warehouse, Daichi-bocchan," Sebas replied.

"Perfect," I said with a grin. "Take the rest of the day off--- I'm heading out to visit some friends."

Leaving behind Sebas, who, like a true Nipponese, was relentless to keep on working till he dropped, and Sadako, who wanted to eat everything in the snack pantry, I made my way to my little hideout.

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-Michinaga Warehouse-

Ever tried reformatting a sacred relic left behind by Daddy G, while surrounded by hyperactive mages, overflowing coffee, and a catgirl who definitely wants your babies?

---No, I'm not humble-bragging, this is a genuine question, so answer it, please.

No?

Heh.

Well, lucky me.

Welcome to the Michinaga Warehouse, once a rundown property on the outskirts of Kuoh.

Welcome to the Michinaga Warehouse: once a rundown lot on the outskirts of Kuoh, now a full-blown magical R&D facility... disguised as a rusty eyesore from a '90s delinquent anime.

Inside, the lights hummed from arrays of enchanted bulbs with mages in flowing robes darting around chalk-drawn circles and ritual tables, and the air was so thick with mana, it made your nose itch.

And as I watched them... a strange thought popped into my head.

'Should I make this into a guild? No, wait... a faction?'

A gleam sparked behind my eyes as I imagined the name: Ecchi Research Division—ERD for short. Uniforms optional.

Benefits include good food, magical healthcare, and flexible mage hours.

I grinned to myself like an idiot before shaking my head. 'Later. First, make it through this weekend without nuking a prefecture.'

I left the bustle of the workshop floor and entered my private chamber, stone walls reinforced with holy and demonic wards, and shelves stacked high with enchanted tomes and custom-made tools.

It sparked something in me.

A little glimmer of ambition wrapped in potential. A personal workshop was one thing. But this? This could be the seed of something bigger.

Something that would challenge Grigori, the Church, and the Maou, all while offering better dental.

Still... I shelved that idea for the future.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, future cult-leader-me." I muttered, ducking past a mage who nearly set their robe on fire.

The deeper chambers of the warehouse were mine alone.

Inside my private room reinforced with magic-resistant spells and a triple-sealed anti-surveillance barrier, I dropped a thick stack of books onto the desk.

The titles were handwritten, and the bindings were custom.

They were from Azazel, or more specifically, Satanael, the Fallen who was in charge of Sacred Gear Research.

Was, because if I remember correctly, in [Slash Dogs] Volume Two, he was such a Sacred Gear research fanatic that he went rogue after betraying Grigori.

He would moonlight as a Sacred Gear dealer, Lord-Of-War style, channeling that N*ck C*ge energy as he would support whatever side would help him with his research, even giving others Artificial Sacred Gears to test them out against the protagonists.

If I were to start a Guild, I would want to get him on my side...

Of course, that was for later, and this is now.

"Hey, Daichi~" Kuroka's voice purred beside me, her golden eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, are you gonna finally do something with those overlooked [Sacred Gears] you got, nya~?"

"Yuuup," I replied, eyes narrowing as I turned my focus towards my inner self, bringing forth those yellow sparkling lights deep within my soul. "But it's exactly because it's overlooked that it holds potential."

Like most Gears, [Twice Critical], that humble little relic that lets you double your power for a limited time, was considered bargain-bin tier.

But stack multiples? Modify them? Fuse them with something unknown?

Now that was potential.

"Alright, let's go." I then flipped open the first book.

Diagrams, Theories, Forbidden alchemy, Experimental tuning techniques, you name it. It had everything I needed.

Now, I thought back to my last visit to Azazel's suspiciously eroge-named bar [Kuroinu].

Tobio Ikuse, his prized wielder of [Canis Lykaon], was there. The guy was juggling college and a part-time job as a bartender in Azazel's den of degeneracy. I think I forged a fake ID using [Body Modification] to get a drink back then.

It was funny when he found out and refused to give me service, so I appeared with multiple disguises to screw with him.

---What? The idea of bothering a guy who can kill concepts in DxD working a 9-5 is funny as fuck.

Smiling, I sat down and cracked open the first tome.

[Hypnosis].

My eyes sharpened into a razor-like focus as I pressed a finger to my temple.

Right now, I was syncing my brain to process and internalize every spell diagram, ritual formation, and sacred circuit schematic within these tomes.

---Understand everything. Remember everything. And integrate all data without frying your neurons.

The second I opened the first book, I could feel my consciousness bend, flex, then snap right into absorption mode.

Diagrams of Sacred Gears, evolutionary theory, the [Artificial Sacred Gear] programs Grigori either pioneered or got from Heaven, and even notes on the Longinus variants poured into me.

Within minutes, the books became part of me.

Kuroka leaned in, eyes twinkling. "That's still so weird, ya know. Cool… but weird, nya~"

With that done, I stood and turned to the core ritual area. Sacred Gears, my haul of [Twice Criticals], and that one unknown one were still swirling like cosmic confetti.

I reached out with both hands, closed my eyes, and activated [Body Modification].

Like reforging gear in a good ol' MMORPG, I began a process akin to Equipment Fusion, a system where you sacrifice items to empower another.

My target?

The glittering, unknown Sacred Gear nestled within my [Spirit Organ]. A dormant anomaly. A mystery box. A twinkling pulse of raw possibility that had slept in my chest ever since I snatched it.

I merged with it, and around it, and I could feel it slowly awakening.

The process was... loud.

My arms shook as a bolt of pain lanced through my ribs to my spine.

Sweat rolled down my brow as light danced along the veins of my arms, glowing with silvery white lines of sacred enchantment.

I gritted my teeth.

-whirr!-

Modification Complete.

Kuroka looked on with her eyes gleaming with awe. "Wow~ What was that?"

I felt it too.

This new Gear wasn't just a power doubler anymore. It was a powerful sculptor of sorts. A sacred amplification engine fused with unknown potential... and one step closer to altering not just flesh--- but souls.

And for the faintest of moments, I felt something inside there.

It wasn't a Dragon, no. But something else...

Groovy.

Another goal I was inching toward.

"Good, good, good!" I said aloud, like a wise elder, "At this rate, I might finally be able to do something about her."

I could only be talking about one person, the same person I had ended up meeting when I went along with Rias when we bumped into a dying Gasper.

With my powers, fixing her soul won't be a problem whatsoever.

Thinking of that girl, my mind drifted towards Gasper's Gear.

[Forbidden Balor View].

A Sacred Gear born from the remains of the Evil Eye of Balor. It allowed the user to stop time, but only from a certain range and with heavy restrictions.

Mine was different, of course. Mine was cruder, and had a shorter time limit. But it was still potent in its own way.

Just as that thought passed through me, the light surged.

From my chest, a beam of glowing silver-white shot upward through the ceiling, cutting into the clouds above like a divine flare.

Every mage in the warehouse paused.

"Aw, shit!" I cursed. "Why like this!?"

"No worries!" Kuroka cheered in English. "Yaay~! Our child will be so strong in the future, nyahaha~!"

"That's a story for another time, Kuroka..."

"Yeah, yeah~" Kuroka smiled. "Also, if Sebas were here, I'm sure he'd say something like, 'Sasuga, Daichi-bocchan. Your achievements continue to transcend expectations!', nyahahah~!"

"If it weren't for the Obscuring spell meant to hide what goes on here..." I groaned. "That beam would've definitely just told every supernatural being in Japan where I am. That would be some cultivation isekai level bullshit."

"So? What now?" Kuroka asked.

"Didn't Vali say something about getting a hellhound or whatever? Let's swing by Grigori." I grabbed my jacket, tossing it over my shoulder, and Kuroka was by my side, her arm looped through mine.

Hand in hand, we left the warehouse. Onward to Grigori.

Because something told me that this new Sacred Gear in my hands would finally make its debut over there.

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-Grigori Headquarters-

It's funny. Every time I come here, I feel like I'm stepping into a cross between an ancient mage's library and an illegal cyberpunk rave.

I mean, why's the sky purple-green?

I walked hand-in-hand with Kuroka along walls with lines of glowing runes etched into the walls. And beneath my feet, I could sense magic wards, reactors… hell, you name it.

Grigori might've once been Heaven's rejects, but damn if they didn't make themselves at home in The Underworld.

Shame about the population crisis though...

As I step into the central chamber, a massive coliseum-type of a meeting space, big enough to house a few old-fashioned battles, I could feel the eyes turn toward us.

---The Vali Team.

"How's it goin', fellow supernatural pals?" I gave everyone a wave as they responded in their own special way.

Seems like everyone's here... Or, rather, everyone at this point of the plot.

Arthur Pendragon, cool as a cucumber, leaning on a wall with that ridiculously overpowered [Excalibur Ruler] strapped to his back. He had platinum blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and that unmistakable knightly poise.

Bikou, the monkey boy with red-orange hair spiked back, tail flicking in lazy arcs, eyes gleaming with mischief, on the other hand, was sitting cross-legged midair as he was suspended on his golden staff, eating Pocky and smirking like a monkey who just watched someone slip on a banana peel.

Le Fay Pendragon, the genius magician who was also the little sister of Arthur, was shorter, softer, and draped in her witchy cloak. Her ocean blue eyes sparkled with quiet intelligence behind her bangs as she waved at me with an energetic smile.

And then...

---Vali Lucifer. The wielder of the Longinus Sacred Gear [Divine Dividing]

He was silver-haired, silvery-blue-eyed, and standing with arms crossed and a faint smirk on his lips.

And for some reason, that black jacket of his billowed slightly despite the lack of wind.

The White Dragon Emperor himself.

He locked eyes with me the moment I entered.

"You got stronger," Vali said.

"You too." I nodded.

It wasn't much of a greeting, but it got the point across.

Throughout these eight years, Vali and a few other fellas were one of the only guys I could really test myself against, as the other strong fellas either didn't want to, or didn't want to go too far. The only one who could match my growth step-for-step without imploding.

"Le Fay, how's everything going, nya?" Kuroka clung to Le Fay as they began to catch up, talking about daily events and happenings.

Then, casually, I glanced around. "By the way… any sign of Barakiel?"

Vali's expression didn't change. "Haven't seen him in a long time. Heard he's been off the grid. Nobody in Grigori's seen him lately."

"Tch." I clicked my tongue, quietly. "Well ain't that a shame."

"Anyway, are you planning on heading out now?" I asked.

"Yeah," Vali said. "Originally, I was planning to leave right after this meeting."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "You have something else in mind?"

"'cause, if so, then that's fine with me." I cracked my neck side to side.

Vali then gave a small, sharp smile. "Come to think of it. Seeing you like this, I thought a little sparring wouldn't hurt."

Arthur sighed as he palmed his forehead, and Bikou leaned forward, grin widening. "Heck yeah. I know that look."

Kuroka and Le Fay then turned to me. "Oh, you boys. Always playing around, nya~"

As for me, I was already removing my jacket.

"You know how this goes," I said simply, draping the coat around her shoulders.

-vrrrrr-

The air shifted as Vali and I stood across from each other now, the floor beneath us humming, lights pulsing as if the facility itself recognized what was about to go down.

The White Dragon Emperor versus... whatever the hell I've become.

"So," I said, flexing my fingers, "I got a new Sacred Gear recently. No idea what it really does yet, but it feels like a baby nuke living in my chest."

Vali's grin grew wider. "Then you better push it. I don't plan on holding back."

And like that...

We charged at each other.

No countdown, no signal, nothing.

Just instinct.

Our fists met in a thunderous crash as shockwaves rippled through the reinforced chamber, and Arthur immediately raised a barrier with Excalibur Ruler as Kuroka and Le Fay went behind it.

Power surged through my arms as I let Mana flow through my muscles. "I really wanna know what this thing is." I growled, as our auras clashed in brilliant spirals of light.

"And I figured, who better to test it than you, White Dragon?"

-ffssssshh!-

"Then, in that case, you should be prepared to get a little roughed up, Daichi-!" Behind Vali, wings reminiscent of a Dragon sprouted, with eight energy "feathers" shimmering in the daylight sky. 

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" I yelled.

I was feeling mighty groovy right about now.

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Next Chapter: 023: Ecchi Young Man Vs Edgy Butt Dragon Boy! ThighsMan Vs AssMan!

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Seiyuu Trivia Time! (Againx22!!)

Did you know(ofc)

Vali Lucifer's got two main notable VA/Seiyuu

Austin Tindale (ENG) who voices:

Seong Taehun (Viral Hit) Cool Taekwondo guy, and cool character designs

Haruka Sakura (Windbreaker) Hella cool, I love delinquent anime/manga/live-action

Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix (Overlord) Sometimes you can think so hard you become stupid.

Marco Bodt (AOT) Insert the joke here... you know which one.

Yu Ishigami (Kaguya-sama) Real man in the genre of guys like Hachiman.

Tsukasa Yugi (Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun) I'm not gay, but what's the male version of a mesugaki, becuase this brat needs personality correction as well 💢💢💢 (no homo)

Natsuo Fuji (Domestic Girlfriend) Holy shit everything about this except the Opening Song sucks ass.

Rin Matsuoka (Free!) The Ending Songs are the best, fight me.

Accelerator (Toaru) One of my favorite Edgy characters. Vectors are an OP powerset for real.

Masayoshi Hashimoto (COTE) Everyone from Class A is annoying asf

Neito Monoma (MHA) Another underused character with wasted potential.

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul) My baby boo, my boy, my homie.

Kiyoshi Fujino (Prison School) Name an ending worse than this? I'll wait.

Luis el Bridget (Freezing!) Why the fuck do I always run into this shitty anime? Yeah, this is the guy who was molesting Satelizer, which is why she hated being touched. Also, what is it with Japanese and Koreans and having antagonists with NTR, and molesting powers?

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and;

Ryota Osawa (JPN) who voices:

Sadao Maou (Devilisaburgerflipper) Meh show tbh.

Marco Bodt (AOT) Lol, twinning!

Staz Charlie Blood (Blood Lad) Remember this one?

Nagate Tanikaze (Knights Of Sidonia) Tsutomu Nihei is a genius. Read Blame!

Ryu Yamada (Yamada And The Seven Witches) I watched this in high school. I loved it.

Ikki Kurogane (Chivalry Of A Failed Knight) Ikki is my boy! I love Rock Lee-type characters! Why hasn't this gotten an S2?

Climb (Overlord) Boytoy Knight in a messed-up world.

Tasuku Tsubakino (Windbreaker) Best girl fr fr fax no printer!! 

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These two guys are EVERYWHERE when you look into JRPG casts.

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