This is going to suck. Also, not suck. Or... maybe if I'm lucky, I'm gonna get sucked.
Heh.
No! I slapped myself... or tried to; the pain prevented such an action.
Back on track! I have to take stock of what I have, what I can gain... and what I have lost.
Lost... I lost everything. My mom... wait, no! If I was reincarnated, that means others were too; after all, I doubt I received any special treatment. Thus, my mother was transmigrated somewhere... some universe? How many planets are in a universe? How many in the multiverse?
Looks like I have no choice but to ask the being who migrated me to this body. But, according to the message that being sent, 'I'm just dust.' Not significant enough to even stand before such a being, let alone talk to it. After contemplation, one thought went through my mind.
Stronger! I have to get as strong as that being! Enough to find my mother in this vast multiverse! Enough so I can protect her!
I repeated that mantra in my head, trying to inscribe its purpose into my core so as to never forget.
I soon calmed once more, trying to settle my emotions to let the logic centers of my mind take control again. Let's review what I know!
DxD is a wonderful world. A world full of various types of energies and organisms capable of harnessing them. Organisms I can learn from, who hold the keys to attaining such power.
As always, I need to make a plan! I HAVE! Wait.
Again... I have to stay calm. I let myself have a few more moments before continuing.
First, I have to gain enough power to survive DXD. The amount of shenanigans and munchkins roaming this planet is crazy, let alone talking about EXE or even the rest of this universe; who knows what's out there.
So, my first major goal is to gain a planetary level of power. By planetary, I mean that I have to gain enough abilities and sheer power to outcompete the beings of this planet—enough so I could destroy it and them if I please... yep, a truly minor goal in the scheme of all things.
Issei's... my sacred gear! Ddraig Y Gogh, the boosted gear, with the broken ability to double. By double, I mean double anything—energy, strength, space, and most likely any concept I can think of. Issei, in my opinion, was retarded. So much potential in his gear, so many things he could have done, too bad he wasn't smart enough to use his abilities correctly.
Well... I won't make the same mistakes. I need to use every advantage I have to accomplish my goals.
I have to collect other sacred gears as well; diverse abilities would be a significant boon for my ascension plan. Thus, I need to procure a method of removing them too.
If I remember correctly, the fallen angel Azazel created such a tool, which was then procured by Raynare and her BDSM posse and summarily used to extract Asia's gear.
I need to get that tool, then erase any trace and evidence to avoid attracting Azazel's attention. Heh, plus I can probably get the attention of one of my favorite waifus and her tits... Huh. That's disconcerting. I was never this perverted.
Issei's perverseness must be in part due to his body; I was never as intense with my desires, nor were boobs ever part of my fetishes. Truly, Issei is the incarnation of all simps in the multiverse; the dragon of boobs; his body craves breasts irrespective of its host. Truly a beast.
Ahem, back on track. Anyway, that means certain people are on my kill list, unless I find a way to extract without killing in the future. A few gears and names come to mind as targets.
Leonardo for Annihilation Maker. Its power over life and creation is an irresistible treat for myself. Honestly, the sheer 'bullshittery' I can do right off the top of my head will probably shoot me to at least continental levels of power.
Again, sacred gear users seem to have a commonality in being wooden and narrow-minded, or in layman's terms, a bit retarded.
Innovate Clear or Dimension Lost also looks tasty. So either Mitsuya or Georg. Most likely Georg since Mitsuya is all sorts of bullshit, as he also has Telos Karma. I don't think luck manipulation is gonna be easy to fight against, and Georg is with Leonardo, so it'll be a two-for-one deal.
Unknown Dictator is the one I want most. Why? Because technomancy is OP. I swear EXE is the best example of this, especially that god who killed Great Red. 10/10 the best sacred gear for an engineer such as myself. That CIA agent who wields this sacred gear is so dead, deader than dead, I mean so dead he's not gonna exist after I get my hands on him.
Then Sephiroth Graal. Oh, soul manipulation. Which godly being can be without such a method? Heh, I feel poetic. I'm not gonna kill Valerie, obviously, but she does have three, in which Rizevim took two. Gonna kill Riz-chan for sure... Wait, he has the sacred gear killer as well, right? Gonna be tough then.
Well, looks like I'm gonna have to be at least Satan class to achieve my immediate goals... well, unless I cheat, which I'm totally gonna do, btw.
I'm gonna have to learn magic to achieve my plans as well. Azazel will be a good resource for that, as well as knowledge pertaining to sacred gears.
I then let my thoughts wander. To power. To sacred gears. To Azazel.
Huh, Azazel, the fallen angel of God. I remember a couple of poems made by weebs in my past life.
What was it?
One feather fallen, weighed by God, one angel born once more, two wings lost to the dark. Nevermore see the light. For not war one's heart fallen, but in a battle of moral. Narrow and sharp the blade be, for God has no mercy.
I really wanted to get into poetry. I'll probably never get the chance. This is pretty sad.
A day passed, yet I still can't get what I lost out of my mind. Those thoughts feel like they're stuck. I probably would have more success trying to pull out my own hair.
Calm. I have to regain my calm.
Breathe in, breathe out, focus on an object, evaluate its features, and concentrate only on that object. This is a method of meditation I am most familiar with, having developed this habit through my torturous journey to attain my engineering degree; I probably would have dropped out without it.
Huh, the ceiling seems...
Huh, the ceiling seems to be the only thing I can stare at. Oh, accursed neck brace, why hast thou restricted thy freedom? Curse you!
This hospital seems to be very old. A textured ceiling of the past may contain a significant amount of asbestos... don't think about it.
Yeah, let's just leave this alone. Focus on the patterns... yeah, that's the stuff. Inner peace, inner peace... I probably would have liked it more if I transmigrated into an anthropomorphized turtle or atleast accompanying fat panda.