In DxD: Reborn As a Gamer

Do I have to explain everything to you? Idiot, click on your class.

[Mage] -LVL 1/100 (0%) [Novice] (Passive)

Allows the user to gain WIS and INT stats easier, grants the user 100 MP per level

Effect: Every Ten levels, the user is granted a single skill

Rarity: Common

My eyes revealed delight, leveling up such a skill would give a huge boon to my MP stat and indirectly help my clan magic drastically.

But that doesn't explain the other 100 MP and HP that I somehow obtained, a smirk arises from my features as I hear the Gamer System take a deep annoyed sigh.

A robotic feminine sigh doesn't sound all that nice, until it is filled with annoyance.

With every level you obtain 100 MP and HP.

Now, was that so hard? Hearing a grumbling "Kill yourself" without the text box, I proceeded to check my skills for my clan magic.

And speaking of my clan magic, there was the Power of Dreamwhich was most likely the aforementioned sorcery, dream manipulation? I would never have guessed that, I frowned, how can dream manipulation even be used?

A soft knock came from outside my door, and with little hesitation I answered.

"It's open." The door was slowly opened to reveal what someone would describe as a typical maid. 

She wore the modern portrayal of a maid outfit; her shin-length black uniform was adorned with soft white frills, while an equally-frilly white headdress sat on her soft brown locks. 

Sitting above her smooth, flushed cheeks, the maid's expressive deep blue eyes looked at me. Well, by 'typical maid,' I also meant she was really cute too.

'Observe'

Sakura Suzuki

Level - 4 

Class - None

Race - Human

Alignment - Satanachia Clan

Much to my disappointment, it didn't reveal much.

"Good morning young master, your father and elder brother are waiting for you in the dining hall." She gave a short bow as I gave a nod of acknowledgment, and at her departure I then frowned.

I didn't have enough time to sort through my memories so I couldn't exactly tell if my response was the correct one, I could only hope it was as I gave a small glance to my clothing, dark blue pajamas.

I stood up from my bed and quickly located a mirror as much to my surprise, an extremely young feminine looking boy looked back at me, the same abyss like eyes. 

I gave a few turns to inspect myself as I ran a hand through my rather long silky hair.

The long ink black hair honestly only added to the feminine look, well I didn't look that feminine, I just looked like a beautiful little kid. 

But that doesn't mean the little side effect of the perk will go away...

With a sigh, I began changing while sorting through the memories.

After getting comfortable in my new clothing, and remembering to wear the pair of glasses, I walked down the hall with a slow pacing. Without the memories, I would've easily gotten lost- which would be a whole set of problems on its own.

Apparently, the previous owner would spend all of his time in the library, so taking a sharp turn, I allow a small gasp to exude from my mouth as my eyes take in the view that is the library.

Mountains upon mountains of books covering all topics appear in front of my eyes, the smell of paper fills my nostrils as I reveal a hungry grin.

….

Dining Hall

In the dining hall, two figures sat opposite of one another: the older male sat calmly as his knife dug into the steak, while the other showed clear impatience and irritation as his foot consistently tapped against the ground.

"Father! How can you stand his blatant disrespect?" The silence was broken as the eldest brother asked through gnashed teeth.

"How can you stand his behavior?! He even refuses to train!" His fists clench at the expressionless face of his father, as said older male sighed and placed his knife down.

"He's young my son, the... experience he has gone through is different for someone his age." The father's expression gave a rare sign of sadness as the Eldest glared.

"It was his entire fault…" the eldest muttered bitterly, "If only his bir-"

"Neru!" The room was flooded with a hue of pink as the eldest son suddenly found the floor interesting to look at.

"Your mother's passing has nothing to do with Tsuki, it was her decision and greatest honor to give birth to one who has inherited the Power of Dream. He'll soon come around and train, with his talent he can even become the heir." As his father continued eating, the color of the room stabilized as Neru could only grit his teeth with clenched fist.

It didn't feel fair for him at all.

Neru felt that the obvious favoritism came from the fact Tsuki was the one who inherited the Power of Dream while he didn't, it was the cruel reality he faced when Tsuki was born. When he realized this he settled on becoming the favorite son, clan magic or not.

He, the eldest son, trained his magic reserves and body to the pain of exhaustion all in hopes of holding a place within his father's heart, he was the one who trained till he was battered and bruised, he was the one who studied until he collapsed.

But in spite of all that, it was always Tsuki, the small fifteen year old- despite being a full six years his junior- always came first in their father's eyes. The mere thought frustrated, if only he had the Power of Dream, if only Tsuki didn't have it!

Neru gnashed his teeth in long-held frustration- his knuckles turning white around his dining utensils.

If Tsuki even bothered training his clan magic, Neru would be stripped of his birthright as the oldest to be heir, he knew it, his father knew it, and even the maids knew this fact.

It was a good thing that Tsuki never showed anything as ambitious as what his father was planning Tsuki to be: All the brat had to do was coop up in his little books until his father saw Neru most suited to be heir.

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