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Time moved swiftly for Algernon as a year passed by, marked by remarkable progress in his journey toward high class.
His relentless efforts bore fruit as his demonic energy control soared to an impressive 50 percent, a feat that was rare even among the most disciplined of devils. With such mastery, Algernon could now create multiple orbs of demonic energy simultaneously.
The number he could maintain depended only on his reserves, which had grown steadily over the months. This accomplishment symbolized not only his control but also his precision, allowing him to manipulate his magic with finesse in both combat and creative pursuits.
On the physical side, Algernon refined his basic body movements, focusing on balance, coordination, and combat fluidity. His body was no longer just durable; it was responsive, agile, and adaptable.
This rigorous self-discipline placed him leagues ahead of other devils of his tier, who often relied solely on the natural enhancement of their age and bloodlines rather than hard work.
Since his birthday celebration, Algernon found himself spending more time with Rias and Akeno, often engaging in meaningful conversations that strengthened his budding friendships.
With Rias, he began to foster a mutual understanding and camaraderie, while his bond with Akeno was restored to its former warmth.
Their presence in his life added an unexpected sense of normalcy and companionship in his otherwise solitary pursuit of power.
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Now, Algernon found himself in his bath, steam rising around him as he reflected on his next move. His mind buzzed with possibilities, a combination of strategy and ambition guiding his thoughts.
He recalled many characters from anime universes, individuals with immense potential who could serve as valuable additions to his peerage.
While he had yet to set out on any major recruitment missions, he was already making mental notes of their abilities and how they could complement his goals.
His King title granted him authority, and his mutation of evil pieces ensured that each new addition to his peerage would be pushed to extraordinary heights.
A sly smile crept onto his face as he considered a particular side quest from his system: recruiting a high-potential individual into his peerage.
Meanwhile, Algernon had taken a small but significant precaution. He had sent a low-class devil under his command to monitor Issei Hyoudou, ensuring the perverted boy remained far from his ecchi escapades.
"I need him to stay focused," Algernon thought, smirking. "There's no room for the idiocy that corrupted him later."
This subtle intervention might seem unnecessary, but Algernon knew better. Keeping Issei away from degeneration could lead to his potential being honed in a way that better served the future balance of power.
Then, his thoughts wandered to the Boosted Gear, the legendary Longinus capable of multiplying its wielder's power endlessly. The relic was a cornerstone of many legends, a weapon that could tip the balance of any battle. A fleeting thought crossed his mind: Why not claim it for himself?
The notion was tempting. The sheer power of the Boosted Gear, combined with his already immense potential, could catapult him to unimaginable heights in a short amount of time.
The idea of wielding such a legendary artifact and dominating the battlefield was alluring.
But as quickly as the thought came, Algernon dismissed it. A frown crossed his face, and his crimson-black eyes glimmered with determination.
"To take power through such means would be an insult to the throne I aim for," he mused, his voice low and steady
"The path of a Supreme is one of perseverance, self-mastery, and unyielding effort. Relying on borrowed power would only cheapen my journey."
He was not like those who sought shortcuts to greatness. Algernon was forging his own path, a road paved with hard-earned achievements and relentless training.
The Boosted Gear was powerful, yes, but it was not his power. To wield it would be to undermine everything he stood for, to tarnish the purity of his ambition.
Moreover, he considered the Boosted Gear's destined wielder, Issei Hyoudou. While the boy's personality left much to be desired, Algernon saw potential in him—raw, untamed, and capable of changing the world.
"Let him have it," Algernon thought. "If I must, I'll surpass even the might of the Red Dragon Emperor on my own terms. That will be my true testament to the throne."
As the water stilled around him, Algernon felt a renewed sense of clarity and purpose. The path to supremacy was not meant to be easy, nor should it be. It was a journey meant for those strong enough to resist shortcuts, for those willing to stake everything on their own strength.
The throne he sought was one of absolute authority, and to reach it, he would need to prove not just his power but his worth. And that meant achieving greatness through his own efforts, without leaning on tools that others had created.
Rising from the bath, Algernon's resolve was unshakable. The Boosted Gear would remain where it was, a relic destined for another. He would carve his own legacy, one that would outshine even the legends of the past.
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As Algernon descended the stairs toward the hall for breakfast, his thoughts were sharp and purposeful. His next move was clear, and his decision was monumental.
If he was to build a peerage worthy of the Supreme Throne, his first member had to be extraordinary—a legend in the making, someone whose power, skills, and potential were unparalleled.
His mind settled on Kuroka, the Nekoshou, a rare variant of the Nekomata species and a future SS-Class stray devil. Algernon's crimson-black eyes narrowed slightly as he considered her history.
Kuroka was infamous—a rogue devil who had slain her previous master. This alone had made her one of the most wanted criminals in the Underworld.
But her power and potential were undeniable.
As a Nekoshou, Kuroka's abilities were far beyond the typical devils' limits, and her talents with Youjutsu and Senjutsu were nothing short of phenomenal.
Despite being hunted relentlessly, she had climbed to the rank of Ultimate-Class Devil by the age of sixteen, a feat few could claim. Even on the run, with little access to resources or training, she had honed her skills to an art form.
She was an expert in Youjutsu. Her mastery of this Youkai art allowed her to control nature, cast spells for offense and defense, and support her allies in combat.
Senjutsu By manipulating Ki, she could enhance her physical abilities, sense auras, and unleash devastating energy attacks. She was so proficient that she could combine it with Youjutsu for even greater effects.
Mist Poison A potent weapon capable of crippling Youkai and devils alike. Algernon admired her ingenuity; she had even customized her poison to affect specific beings like Sun Wukong.
Teleportation Magic Her ability to teleport without detection was critical, even enabling her to bypass the Devil Government's barriers.
Her mastery over Space Manipulation added another layer to her lethality. Algernon recognized the potential of trapping enemies in alternate spaces or creating battlefield advantages through spatial barriers.
Her ultimate utility, however, was her value as a Bishop. Despite her taking two bishop pieces from her current master, those pieces would become void once she joined his peerage, leaving her ready to claim her true position under him.
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Sitting comfortably on his chair, Algernon delicately sliced a piece of toast, his crimson-black eyes gleaming with calculated determination.
As breakfast was served before him, his mind was already far from the dining hall, locked in careful planning. His decision to make Kuroka his first peerage member was firm, but achieving that goal required perfect execution.
He took a sip of his tea, savoring its warmth, as he recalled the sequence of events that would soon unfold.
He knew Kuroka's life was on the verge of a major upheaval. Her master in the Naberius Clan, infamous for their immoral experiments, had been secretly exploiting her and her younger sister, Koneko.
It wouldn't take long before Kuroka uncovered that her sister would soon be targeted for the same twisted experiments that had been performed on her.
The result would be predictable—Kuroka would kill her master in a fit of rage and desperation. But despite her strength and cunning, she wouldn't have time to secure her sister's safety.
Instead, Kuroka would flee the scene, leaving behind a single piece of evidence—a paperclip containing proof of the Naberius Clan's inhumane experiments.
Algernon knew this was the key moment. It was the only time Kuroka would be vulnerable enough to listen, and the only chance he had to intercept her before she disappeared into the shadows again.
The timing had to be flawless. He would position himself in the right location to intercept Kuroka as she fled. Convincing her, however, would be the real challenge. She would be volatile, distrusting, and dangerous. Algernon would need to offer her something greater than just safety—he needed to offer her freedom, a future, and power.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his system interface, quickly making notes to prepare for the upcoming mission. The window was narrow, but he had no intention of missing it.
"I'll intercept her," he muttered. "And by the time she realizes it, she'll see that this was the only path forward."
He rose from his seat, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Let's see if the stray cat can be tamed," he muttered to himself.