The rewards are Type 4 and Type 6 Immortality, a skill called Informational Parasite, a super attack skill with heavy AP, able to damage information of other objects. The other skill is the polar opposite of that scam skill, it's the informational creation, it creates and alters new information into the world.The rewards are Type 4 and Type 6 Immortality, a skill called Informational Parasite, a super attack skill with heavy AP, able to damage information of other objects. The other skill is the polar opposite of that scam skill, it's the informational creation, it creates and alters new information into the world.In the end, Leo decided on a balanced approach. He needed offensive power, but also defensive capabilities. After careful consideration, he began adjusting the sliders:
Enemy of All Existence (Extreme Evil): 5%
The Absolute Neutral: 30% (for high defensive traits)
Savior of All Existence (Creation Spectrum): 10%
Other Evil Spectrum Options: 20% + 20%
Remaining Creation Spectrum Options: 10%
The percentages felt right, offering a blend of offense, defense, and versatility.
"Alright," he said to himself, nodding at the configuration. "A bit of destruction, a bit of creation, and a whole lot of defense. Let's see how this plays out."
The system responded immediately:
[ Loading... Generating story path... Calculating possibilities... ]
The screen lit up with equations, possibilities, and symbols that seemed far beyond Leo's comprehension, flashing rapidly in a dizzying display. Numbers and diagrams intertwined, flowing like a waterfall of logic and chaos.
Leo squinted. "What even are those equations? Do I need a degree in interdimensional physics for this?"
The system ignored his question, continuing to process. After what felt like an eternity, the screen flickered and let out a soft boop.
[ Generating Newbie Path... ]
A message popped up:
[ Congratulations, Host! You have chosen a unique combination of alignments. While this configuration grants more power and versatility than the Seal of Exterminator (Pure Evil Choice), it is not the most efficient path. The hybrid nature of this alignment creates a longer journey to mastery and may require additional effort to balance conflicting traits. ]
Leo blinked, his grin faltering slightly. "Wait, are you saying I've made things harder for myself?"
[ Correct. However, this path offers increased adaptability and long-term potential, making the Host capable of handling a wider variety of challenges within the Multiversal Charter. While the road may be longer, it ensures a more well-rounded progression. ]
Leo sighed. "Great, so I'm taking the scenic route to becoming a badass. Figures."
The system elaborated further:
[ The chosen path combines offensive potential from destructive alignments with enhanced survivability from the neutral alignment, complemented by support capabilities from the creation spectrum. This hybrid structure ensures adaptability in varied scenarios, albeit with slower progression compared to a singular alignment choice. ]
Leo rolled his eyes but couldn't help a smirk. "Fine, scenic route it is. Let's hope it's worth it."
[ Initializing Newbie Path... Rewards incoming. Stand by. ]
As the screen began to load once again, Leo couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. Sure, the journey would be longer, but it was his journey, and he was ready to face whatever came next.
Actually there is no pressure the system says.
You do not have to chose a single affiliation below each choice a greyed out box is present As Leo immersed himself in the countless titles and intricate paths displayed on the Story Tree, his excitement was quickly dampened by a glaring realization—all of them were greyed out.
"What gives?" he muttered in frustration, narrowing his eyes at the inaccessible choices.
[ The titled paths will unlock after you have chosen your basic affiliation. Once your affiliation is selected, new titled paths may emerge based on how closely you adhere to the system's directives. However, nothing is set in stone—a projected path can shift into another based on deviations from system guidelines. The only constant is the chosen affiliation. ]
Leo let out a long sigh, leaning back in his chair. "So, I'm stuck until I pick my 'alignment,' huh?"
The screen shifted, and a new menu appeared. Seven choices floated in front of him, each accompanied by a basic description and the rewards they offered. Three of them immediately caught his eye: the far-left, the far-right, and the exact central option. Underneath each of these, a bold warning was written: NOT ADVISABLE.
Curiosity piqued, he examined the first extreme option on the far-left:
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Enemy of All Existence
(Guaranteed destruction of the universe at your hands upon 100% completion. Unlocks world-line travel without system guidance in the end.)
Reward: One-Star Annihilation Power (What kind of universe destroyer starts at the bottom? You are the end of all. Planetary destruction is child's play.)
Trait: You are meant to end it all, so in a twisted way, everything belongs to you.
Meta Power Absorption (You can absorb and weaponize powers, traits, and abilities of those you conquer.)
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Leo's eyebrows shot up. "Wow, this is literally 'villain supreme.' Guaranteed destruction? Talk about overkill. And what's with that 'Seed of Executioner'? Sounds ominous as hell." He moved on, intrigued by the next eye-catching option in the center.
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The Absolute Neutral
(Your life has no effect on the end of the universe. You exist as an observer, detached from the flow of events.)
Reward: Type 1 to 6 Immortality (Neutrality is hard to maintain when your life is at stake.)
Trait: You are not a resident of this world, and you've chosen not to have a say in its fate. Your alien perspective allows you to perceive all obstructions as they truly are.
Meta Comprehension (Your insight into reality lets you decode even the most incomprehensible phenomena.)
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Leo tilted his head. "So... basically, I'd be the ultimate outsider? No allies, no enemies, just a spectator? Sounds lonely, but that immortality perk is tempting..."
Finally, he turned his attention to the far-right option.
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Saviour of All Existence
(Guaranteed transformation of the universe into the ultimate utopia without grief or pain upon 100% completion. Unlocks universe creation powers.)
Reward: One-Star Creation Power (What kind of universal savior starts as a street magician? You are the Saviour of all. Planetary miracles are a child's play.)
Trait: You are destined to be the ultimate hero, but without allies, your intentions may be mistaken as megalomania. You must rise as the better man in every situation.
Meta Protagonist (Circumstances bend in your favor, aligning events to highlight your heroism and victories.)
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Leo whistled low. "Okay, this is the polar opposite of the first one. Universe creation powers? That's nuts. But the pressure of being that perfect... yeah, no thanks."
He glanced at the remaining four affiliations, which seemed less extreme in comparison. As he weighed his options, the system chimed in.
[ Reminder: The Host's choice will define their fundamental alignment, shaping their progression in the Story Tree. Be mindful that this decision is irreversible. ]
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," he muttered, scratching his head. "So no pressure at all, right?"
He took a deep breath, staring at the screen, knowing that this choice was the first true step in shaping his destiny. "Well, no guts, no glory..."
As Leo stared at the overwhelming options before him, the system chimed in, its tone soothing and explanatory:
[ There is no need for the Host to feel such intense pressure. The system understands that humans are rarely as polarizing or absolute as these choices suggest. All choices do not have to be selected at 100%. In fact, the system advises against choosing any path fully. ]
Leo blinked, taken aback by the statement. "Wait, what? So, I can blend them?"
[ Correct. Each choice is presented with a greyed-out percentage bar. The Host may allocate their preference across multiple options, creating a balance that aligns with your individuality. Overlapping choices often yield better results and are more sustainable. ]
Leo tilted his head, mulling over the new information. "So, I don't have to go full 'villain supreme' or *'savior of all existence'? That's... a relief."
The screen shifted, showing the same choices as before, but now with adjustable percentage sliders beneath each affiliation. The polarizing paths—Enemy of All Existence, The Absolute Neutral, and Saviour of All Existence—had warnings beside their sliders:
NOT ADVISABLE: Highly dangerous due to opposition from world administrators.
The system continued:
[ Polarizing choices are dangerous because most world administrators may not allow such extreme paths, even if the Multiversal Charter technically permits the roles of Administrator, Executioner, and Arbitrator. While these roles exist within the charter's framework, they are not universally accepted by all world standards. The charter system is a basic understanding among dimensional entities, not an enforceable law. ]
Leo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "So if I pick something too extreme, I could piss off some big shots, huh? Got it."
[ Precisely. A balanced allocation allows the Host to progress effectively without drawing undue attention. It also ensures that your chosen path aligns with your core nature, maximizing compatibility and minimizing potential backlash. ]
The sliders shimmered invitingly, each set to zero by default. Below them, a new message appeared:
Advisable Allocation: Distribute your percentages wisely to reflect a cohesive and unique identity. The sum of all choices must equal 100%. Unused percentages will not be assigned automatically.
Leo exhaled deeply. "Okay, system. Let's do this."
He looked at the sliders, realizing that his decision here would not just shape his destiny but also define how others—whether allies or enemies—perceived him in the multiverse.
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Would he lean heavily into one path? Or craft a more balanced approach? Only time would tell.
Convincing his mother about keeping Ronan and explaining their three-year friendship was relatively easy. After all, Leo had always been good at spinning a heartfelt story, and Ronan's surprisingly well-behaved demeanor sealed the deal. His mom even suggested building a small perch for the crow outside.
"Thanks, Mom!" Leo said enthusiastically.
"But don't let him fly around the kitchen, okay? And keep your room clean, Leo," she replied, clearly amused by the odd bond her son had with the bird.
His dad had simply shrugged, muttering something about "kids these days."
Just when Leo was about to head upstairs to his room, he froze mid-step as a glowing digital screen materialized out of nowhere, floating right in front of him. His first instinct was to scream, but he managed to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from startling everyone in the house.
Finally. Finally! The thing he had been secretly hoping for since he woke up in this world—a sign, a system, something!
He stared at the screen, his excitement rising, only for his enthusiasm to crash the moment he noticed the words:
Loading: 3 hours remaining.
Leo groaned, slapping his forehead. What the fuck? Is the multiversal WiFi seriously this slow? he thought in disbelief.
Realizing there was nothing he could do but wait, he sighed and turned back to his parents. "Thanks for making my favorite food, Mom. I'll handle the dishes tonight."
His mother blinked in surprise. "You... want to do the dishes? Are you feeling okay?"
Even his dad raised an eyebrow.
But Leo didn't care. He was on cloud nine. If he had to do a few chores to distract himself from the wait, so be it. Nothing could ruin his mood today.
Three agonizing hours later, Leo bolted into his room, locking the door behind him as he plopped onto the bed. The screen was glowing faintly, now showing a completed progress bar.
"Finally!" he whispered, leaning forward. "Let's see what kind of cheat system I got."
Convincing his mother about keeping Ronan and explaining their three-year-long friendship was surprisingly easy. It was probably because his mom had a soft spot for animals, and Ronan, being his charming crow self, did his best to look like the perfect companion. Leo made sure to emphasize how Ronan had been there for him when he felt lonely, painting their bond as something more than just a random bird-human friendship.
With her approval secured, Leo headed upstairs, feeling pretty satisfied with himself. But just as he was about to crash on his bed, a strange digital screen appeared midair, floating like a hologram.
Leo froze, his mind racing. "Finally! A cliché transmigrator system!" he thought, barely able to contain his excitement. He had been waiting for something like this ever since he realized he wasn't in his original world.
The screen showed a progress bar slowly filling up. Beneath it, glowing letters read: Initializing...
The anticipation made him giddy until he noticed the estimated time left: three hours.
"What the actual hell? Three hours? Did I get stuck with multiversal dial-up?!" he thought bitterly, groaning as he realized there was no way to speed it up.
Sighing, Leo decided to distract himself. Heading back downstairs, he thanked his mom for making his favorite food and even offered to do the dishes voluntarily. His mom gave him a look of utter surprise, like he had just offered to do her taxes. Even his dad peeked up from the newspaper, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll enjoy their shock while it lasts," Leo thought, scrubbing the dishes with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. He wasn't doing this out of guilt, though—he was just happy and needed to kill time.
When the three hours finally passed, he sprinted back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. The progress bar on the floating screen was now complete, and a large button reading [Initiate] appeared.
"Here goes nothing," he whispered, pressing the button.
The screen blinked once, and bold letters appeared in a sleek font:
Multiversal Charter
It felt like he was booting up some ancient but advanced operating system. After a few moments, the screen turned a calming shade of blue, and another message appeared:
[ Welcome to the Dimensional Chat Group! You have been assigned the position of Host. ]
Leo squinted at the words, his excitement mingling with confusion. "Host? What's that supposed to mean?"
The system immediately responded:
[ A Host is the initiator of a Dimensional Chat Group. As the core of the group, the Host has the authority to invite members, manage interactions, and oversee group activities. Hosts are selected based on their untapped potential and are placed higher in the Multiversal Charter's hierarchy. ]
"Okay, that sounds cool. But how does this help me get stronger? Or is this just some glorified interdimensional social media gig?"
[ The Host system provides three primary features to ensure growth and multiversal contributions: ]
[ 1. Recruitment and Multiversal Team Building: The Host is responsible for recruiting members from different dimensions. These members form a team that handles localized threats within their respective dimensions. The Host acts as a recruiter, strategist, and leader for these operations. ]
[ 2. Story Tree: The Story Tree analyzes the Host's native timeline and calculates all possible paths for development. The Host can select a role that best suits their growth and influence. Choices are time-bound and cannot be changed once made. Missions within the Story Tree are optional but highly beneficial for personal development. ]
[ 3. A Third Feature: This feature is currently locked and will only become available once the group becomes active. ]
Leo leaned back in his chair, processing the information. "So I'm some kind of dimensional HR manager? And the Story Tree thing... sounds useful but a little ominous. What happens if I pick a bad path?"
The system didn't respond to his thoughts. Instead, another message appeared:
[ The Story Tree ensures optimal growth for the Host. It is designed to guide, not to restrict. The Host has complete freedom to choose, but each path is unique and irreversible. ]
"Great. No pressure then," he muttered sarcastically.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Wait, do I at least get a newbie pack or something? Isn't that standard?"
[ A newbie pack will be granted after the Host selects their initial path from the Story Tree. ]
Leo groaned but nodded. "Fine, let's get this over with. Show me the Story Tree."
The screen shifted, and a glowing tree with countless branches appeared. Each branch was labeled with cryptic titles like [The Scholar of Shadows], [The Beast's Keeper], and [The Strategist's Gambit]. Each one pulsed faintly, waiting for him to choose.
Leo took a deep breath. "Here we go..."
Convincing mother about keeping ronana and explaining their freindship of three years to her was relatively easy.
But just when leo was about to head to his room a loading digital screen appeared inside causing him to almost scream in excitement at finally receiving sole sort of things a generally cliche transmigrator gets.
But after staring at it he noticed the loading time to be 3 hours.
What the fuck ? Is the mutliversal wifi that slow ?
He thoight.
Sighing he said thank you to his mom for making his favourite food and offered to do the dishes volinterily.
His mom was airpeised as for the first time he offered to do some chore voluntarily.
But leo didn't care he was just happy today.
His father looled equally surprised.
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[A newb2i pack will be grwnted ] Convincing mother about keeping ronana and explaining their freindship of three years to her was relatively easy.
But just when leo was about to head to his room a loading digital screen appeared inside causing him to almost scream in excitement at finally receiving sole sort of things a generally cliche transmigrator gets.
But after staring at it he noticed the loading time to be 3 hours.
What the fuck ? Is the mutliversal wifi that slow ?
He thoight.
Sighing he said thank you to his mom for making his favourite food and offered to do the dishes volinterily.
His mom was airpeised as for the first time he offered to do some chore voluntarily.
But leo didn't care he was just happy today.
His father looled equally surprised.
After the three hoursConvincing his mother about keeping Ronan and explaining their three-year-long friendship was surprisingly easy. It was probably because his mom had a soft spot for animals, and Ronan, being his charming crow self, did his best to look like the perfect companion. Leo made sure to emphasize how Ronan had been there for him when he felt lonely, painting their bond as something more than just a random bird-human friendship.
With her approval secured, Leo headed upstairs, feeling pretty satisfied with himself. But just as he was about to crash on his bed, a strange digital screen appeared midair, floating like a hologram.
Leo froze, his mind racing. "Finally! A cliché transmigrator system!" he thought, barely able to contain his excitement. He had been waiting for something like this ever since he realized he wasn't in his original world.
The screen showed a progress bar slowly filling up. Beneath it, glowing letters read: Initializing...
The anticipation made him giddy until he noticed the estimated time left: three hours.
"What the actual hell? Three hours? Did I get stuck with multiversal dial-up?!" he thought bitterly, groaning as he realized there was no way to speed it up.
Sighing, Leo decided to distract himself. Heading back downstairs, he thanked his mom for making his favorite food and even offered to do the dishes voluntarily. His mom gave him a look of utter surprise, like he had just offered to do her taxes. Even his dad peeked up from the newspaper, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll enjoy their shock while it lasts," Leo thought, scrubbing the dishes with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. He wasn't doing this out of guilt, though—he was just happy and needed to kill time.
When the three hours finally passed, he sprinted back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. The progress bar on the floating screen was now complete, and a large button reading [Initiate] appeared.
"Here goes nothing," he whispered, pressing the button.
The screen blinked once, and bold letters appeared in a sleek font:
Multiversal Charter
It felt like he was booting up some ancient but advanced operating system. After a few moments, the screen turned a calming shade of blue, and another message appeared:
[ Welcome to the Dimensional Chat Group! You have been assigned the position of Host. ]
Leo squinted at the words, his excitement mingling with confusion. "Host? What's that supposed to mean?"
The system immediately responded:
[ A Host is the initiator of a Dimensional Chat Group. As the core of the group, the Host has the authority to invite members, manage interactions, and oversee group activities. Hosts are selected based on their untapped potential and are placed higher in the Multiversal Charter's hierarchy. ]
"Okay, that sounds cool. But how does this help me get stronger? Or is this just some glorified interdimensional social media gig?"
[ The Host system provides three primary features to ensure growth and multiversal contributions: ]
[ 1. Recruitment and Multiversal Team Building: The Host is responsible for recruiting members from different dimensions. These members form a team that handles localized threats within their respective dimensions. The Host acts as a recruiter, strategist, and leader for these operations. ]
[ 2. Story Tree: The Story Tree analyzes the Host's native timeline and calculates all possible paths for development. The Host can select a role that best suits their growth and influence. Choices are time-bound and cannot be changed once made. Missions within the Story Tree are optional but highly beneficial for personal development. ]
[ 3. A Third Feature: This feature is currently locked and will only become available once the group becomes active. ]
Leo leaned back in his chair, processing the information. "So I'm some kind of dimensional HR manager? And the Story Tree thing... sounds useful but a little ominous. What happens if I pick a bad path?"
The system didn't respond to his thoughts. Instead, another message appeared:
[ The Story Tree ensures optimal growth for the Host. It is designed to guide, not to restrict. The Host has complete freedom to choose, but each path is unique and irreversible. ]
"Great. No pressure then," he muttered sarcastically.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Wait, do I at least get a newbie pack or something? Isn't that standard?"
[ A newbie pack will be granted after the Host selects their initial path from the Story Tree. ]
Leo groaned but nodded. "Fine, let's get this over with. Show me the Story Tree."
The screen shifted, and a glowing tree with countless branches appeared. Each branch was labeled with cryptic titles like [The Scholar of Shadows], [The Beast's Keeper], and [The Strategist's Gambit]. Each one pulsed faintly, waiting for him to choose.
Leo took a deep breath. "Here we go..."
She probably used some sort of magic to figure it out, but if there was one thing Leo excelled at, it was definitely playing the victim card.
Even if he didn't have the racial privileges to pull it off convincingly, he figured it was worth a shot.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and gave her his best "guilty but innocent" look. "Uh... I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell my parents. It would make them really sad," he said, lowering his tone to sound as remorseful as possible. "I swear this won't happen again, but I had to take this guy to the vet."
He pointed at Ronan, who was perched on his head, giving off the air of a sweet, concerned pet rather than his usual asshole self.
"I couldn't just watch him suffer, so I ditched school to get him the treatment he needed. I'm really sorry. My mom doesn't need to know about it... please?" he added, injecting a touch of desperation into his voice.
Tsubaki stared at him, clearly torn between following through with her duty and believing his story. Ronan, as if understanding the stakes, fluffed up his feathers adorably and let out a soft, plaintive caw.
She sighed, her resolve wavering. "You know, you could have just informed the Student Council or at least a teacher. They would've helped."
Leo's eyes widened in mock shock as he placed a hand over his mouth. "Oh, I didn't think of that at all!" he exclaimed, sounding genuinely horrified at his supposed lapse in judgment.
Tsubaki pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled. "Fine," she said, though her tone made it clear she wasn't entirely convinced. "But if this happens again, I will inform your parents, understand?"
Leo nodded eagerly, giving her his most earnest look. "Thank you, thank you so much. You're a lifesaver!"
Ronan let out a triumphant caw, as if thanking her too.
Tsubaki shook her head, clearly unimpressed, and handed him the address paper she'd been holding. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous today," she muttered before turning to leave.
As she walked away, Leo sighed in relief, muttering under his breath, "Crisis averted. Thanks, Ronan. You finally earned your keep."
The crow cawed smugly, as if to say, "You're welcome."
As Leo reached the front gate of his house, he spotted someone odd. As Leo reached the front gate of his house, he spotted someone odd.
Tsubaki Shinra stood near the gate, holding a piece of paper in her hand, her expression puzzled as she glanced between it and her surroundings. She looked like she was searching for an address and was clearly out of place in the quiet neighborhood.
Curious, Leo leaned slightly forward and tapped her shoulder from behind. "Hello, you seem lost," he said casually.
The disoriented girl turned around sharply, gasping in surprise. Her confusion morphed into faint relief when she saw him. "Oh, thank God," she said. "Can you help me find this address?" She held up the paper, pointing to the address written on it.
Leo took a glance at it, and his brain stalled for a moment.
"Oh, that's my address," he thought.
Still, he tried to keep his composure and asked nonchalantly, "Why are you looking for this address? Is it for a friend or something?"
Tsubaki sighed, her annoyance clear in her tone. "Some guy skipped school on the first day," she said, narrowing her eyes. "And, as if that wasn't bad enough, when we tried contacting his parents, we found out he gave us made-up phone numbers. So, I'm here to inform his parents."
With every word she spoke, Leo's face grew more and more comically neutral.
"Oh, she's talking about me," he thought, panic creeping in.
Thinking quickly, he forced a clueless smile and pointed to the opposite end of the street. "Oh, that address? It should be down there, a couple of blocks that way," he said, his tone full of mock helpfulness.
Tsubaki tilted her head, studying him for a moment. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly glanced at the uniform he was wearing. Then at his face.
Her gaze sharpened. "Wait a second…"
Leo's neutral expression shattered. "Oh no, she's figuring it out."
Before he could react, she said firmly, "You're the one I'm looking for, aren't you? School isn't even over yet, so what are you doing here?"
Leo froze, staring at her with a blank expression. In his mind, the words echoed like a death knell: "It's over. She knows."
Convincing mother about keeping ronana and explaining their freindship of three years to her was relatively easy.
But just when leo was about to head to his room a loading digital screen appeared inside causing him to almost scream in excitement at finally receiving sole sort of things a generally cliche transmigrator gets.
But after staring at it he noticed the loading time to be 3 hours.
What the fuck ? Is the mutliversal wifi that slow ?
He thoight.
Sighing he said thank you to his mom for making his favourite food and offered to do the dishes volinterily.
His mom was airpeised as for the first time he offered to do some chore voluntarily.
But leo didn't care he was just happy today.
His father looled equally surprised.
After the three hoursShe probably used some sort of magic to figure it out, but if there was one thing Leo excelled at, it was definitely playing the victim card.
Even if he didn't have the racial privileges to pull it off convincingly, he figured it was worth a shot.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and gave her his best "guilty but innocent" look. "Uh... I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell my parents. It would make them really sad," he said, lowering his tone to sound as remorseful as possible. "I swear this won't happen again, but I had to take this guy to the vet."
He pointed at Ronan, who was perched on his head, giving off the air of a sweet, concerned pet rather than his usual asshole self.
"I couldn't just watch him suffer, so I ditched school to get him the treatment he needed. I'm really sorry. My mom doesn't need to know about it... please?" he added, injecting a touch of desperation into his voice.
Tsubaki stared at him, clearly torn between following through with her duty and believing his story. Ronan, as if understanding the stakes, fluffed up his feathers adorably and let out a soft, plaintive caw.
She sighed, her resolve wavering. "You know, you could have just informed the Student Council or at least a teacher. They would've helped."
Leo's eyes widened in mock shock as he placed a hand over his mouth. "Oh, I didn't think of that at all!" he exclaimed, sounding genuinely horrified at his supposed lapse in judgment.
Tsubaki pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled. "Fine," she said, though her tone made it clear she wasn't entirely convinced. "But if this happens again, I will inform your parents, understand?"
Leo nodded eagerly, giving her his most earnest look. "Thank you, thank you so much. You're a lifesaver!"
Ronan let out a triumphant caw, as if thanking her too.
Tsubaki shook her head, clearly unimpressed, and handed him the address paper she'd been holding. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous today," she muttered before turning to leave.
As she walked away, Leo sighed in relief, muttering under his breath, "Crisis averted. Thanks, Ronan. You finally earned your keep."
The crow cawed smugly, as if to say, "You're welcome."
"Ah, fuck it," Leo muttered to himself, the boredom of school and the looming uncertainty about his place in this world gnawing at him. He decided to sneak off to a manga cafe, figuring that a few hours of mindless escapism would be a decent distraction from the inevitable weirdness of his situation.
But as he sat there, flipping through pages of a manga, his mind started to wander. Bullying kids in online games had always been a good pastime, but today, for some reason, that didn't feel as satisfying. Instead, he found himself curious about something else—money.
Specifically, he wondered if the concept of Bitcoin, or something similar, existed in this world. He'd heard of it before, and in the world he'd come from, it had been a revolutionary idea. And lo and behold, it was here too.
A grin spread across his face as he researched, learning that Bitcoin was indeed a thing in this world. He checked his pocket, finding around 80 bucks left over from his life savings. Not much, but enough for a small gamble.
"I guess this is as good as a shot as any," Leo said to himself. "100 dollars worth of Bitcoin it is."
He decided to sell some of his collectibles—Pokémon cards and memorabilia from various franchises he'd been hoarding—and after some quick online transactions, he managed to secure 100 dollars' worth of Bitcoin. At today's rate, it amounted to roughly 1,01,010 Bitcoin.
Leo leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. The potential was staggering. "This is going to be worth a lot in the future," he thought. Maybe even enough to secure his future, and if things went really well, he could make enough money to live comfortably while staying away from the supernatural mess.
"Not bad," he mused. "At least if things get rough, I could just become the Batman of this world. Superpowers? Pfft, I'll just wing it like Bruce Wayne."
With that thought, he felt a little more at ease. Money in hand, and a plan to stay out of trouble—at least for now—he decided to enjoy the rest of his day at the cafe, free from the complications of the world he found himself in.
Leo strolled back home, headphones blasting J-Pop he had carefully curated in this world. Ronan, the crow perched on his head like some magical guardian from a fantasy game, occasionally flapped his wings for balance. It had been three years since he befriended the bird, luring it with a bag of Lay's chips he barely had the heart to share. The artificial flavors and addictive preservatives had done their job, bonding the free-spirited bird to him in a way no one else could.
Today, he'd decided it was time for Ronan to meet his parents properly. Maybe he'd even set up a little nest for the bird on their balcony—a safe haven for the occasional visit. It seemed like a good way to solidify their partnership, especially since Ronan had basically become a constant in his life.
As Leo reached the front gate of his house, he spotted something odd. A girl with white hair stood talking to his mother at the doorway. She looked young but carried herself with a strange aura of maturity.
Leo froze mid-step, his mind immediately kicking into overdrive. He recognized her.
Koneko.
What was she doing here? And why was she talking to his mother?
Ronan cawed from atop his head, almost as if asking the same question. Leo reached up to gently tap the bird's beak. "Not now, buddy," he muttered, narrowing his eyes at the scene before him.
With a sigh, he started walking again, bracing himself for whatever bizarre turn his life was about to take. "Just when I thought I could keep my distance," he muttered under his breath.
Leo sat on a bench in the park, idly eating ice cream as the warm hues of the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was a rare moment of peace—just him, his tub of vanilla ice cream, and the soft rustling of leaves in the evening breeze.
Except for the uninvited guest.
A black crow perched beside him on the bench, its beady eyes fixated on his ice cream. Without warning, the bird darted forward and pecked at the tub, scooping a bit of the creamy treat with its sharp beak.
Leo froze mid-scoop, staring at the bird as it audaciously stole another peck. His ice-blue eyes narrowed in disbelief, and his grip on the spoon tightened. He stared at the crow, his gaze sharpening with every stolen bite.
"Oh, you devilish bird…" he muttered slowly, setting the tub aside.
In one swift motion, he reached out, his hand snapping behind the bird's neck before it could react. With a startled caw, the crow flapped its wings in a frenzy, trying to escape his iron grip. Leo lifted it up, holding its squawking body aloft as he grinned like a madman.
"Gotcha," he said, laughing triumphantly. "After minutes of you annoying me, I finally get to annoy you back."
The crow cawed indignantly, its wings flapping harder, but Leo's grip held firm. He held the bird up to eye level, his grin turning into an icy smirk.
"You think I'm done?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock menace. "Nah, your ass is getting domesticated."
The bird paused, tilting its head as if confused, its caws subsiding.
Leo leaned closer, locking eyes with the bewildered creature. "Welcome to human simulator, motherf***a."
He plopped the bird back onto the bench beside him, reclaiming his tub of ice cream with a victorious look. The crow sat there, momentarily stunned, before cautiously pecking at the edge of the bench, as if debating whether to risk another bite.
Leo laughed, taking a triumphant scoop from the tub. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Stay in your lane."
The bird stared at him, then let out a small caw of what sounded like defiance. Leo chuckled, shaking his head. "Fine. You get a pass this time, bird-brain." He nudged the tub slightly in its direction. "But only because you've got guts."
The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the park, and for a brief moment, man and bird shared a strange, begrudging truce over ice cream.
Leo knew koneko she was the rook of Peerage of rias Gremory.
It was honestly his own dumbass nwture that mqde it possible but being on tqlking terms didn't seem to him to be enoigh for him to be pqrt of the deqth zone called the shitstorm of a plot of hughsxhool dxd.
After Koneko walked off, Leo remained on the rooftop, contemplating whether or not to just skip the rest of school. The temptation was strong, especially with the way his day had already been unfolding. It seemed easier to just avoid the inevitable and find somewhere quiet to pass the time.
He sighed, leaning back against the rooftop railing. Leo knew exactly who Koneko was. She was the Rook in Rias Gremory's Peerage, a key player in the supernatural world. And while he had always planned to steer clear of anything involving the supernatural, his own "dumbass nature" had somehow made it impossible for him to avoid crossing paths with her.
Being on talking terms wasn't the worst thing in the world, but Leo wasn't ready to dive headfirst into the chaos that would likely follow. He had no intention of getting involved in the "death zone" of the plot that high school—especially in a world like this—seemed to revolve around.
It wasn't that he disliked Koneko or the people she was connected to, but Leo wasn't about to sign up for whatever mess the supernatural world had in store for him. For now, he was content with simply watching from the sidelines.
As the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over, Koneko began to gather her things and stood up to leave. However, before she could walk away, Leo called out to her.
"So, uh, friends?" he asked, mirroring the straightforward approach she had used earlier. His voice was casual, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity behind it.
Koneko stopped in her tracks, looking a bit conflicted for a moment. She hesitated, her eyes flicking between Leo and the ground as she processed the question. Finally, she nodded slightly, her face still expressionless but her voice softer than usual. "Yes," she said quietly.
Leo smiled, feeling a sense of warmth. "Alright, friends," he said with a small grin. It felt like a small but important step, and despite her usual monotone, he could tell that the gesture meant something to her.
Leo sat at the lunch table, his pasta steaming in front of him as he took a bite. Koneko sat across from him, her lunch much simpler—a traditional children's dish with rice and a side of pickles, along with a small apple pie she had brought herself.
The two ate in silence, occasionally glancing up at one another, but neither seemed to feel the need for conversation. Leo was content with his pasta, savoring each bite, while Koneko quietly ate her meal, her gaze occasionally flicking toward Leo's food.
Finally, it was time for dessert. Leo opened the bag with the homemade cookies he'd brought from home, the smell of chocolate chips filling the air. As he pulled out a cookie, he noticed Koneko staring at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, the corners of her lips forming the beginnings of a drool.
Caught off guard by her open display of interest, Leo raised an eyebrow. The moment she realized he was looking at her, she quickly corrected her expression, straightening up and fumbling with her apple pie in a flustered panic. Her face flushed slightly, and Leo couldn't help but think it was adorable.
After a few moments of awkwardness, Koneko cleared her throat and awkwardly offered him a piece of her pie. "Trade?" she said, her monotone voice sounding almost shy.
Leo chuckled softly, appreciating the gesture, and smiled. "Okay," he replied, taking the offered slice of pie and holding it out to her in return with a cookie in his hand.
As they traded desserts, Koneko seemed a bit more at ease, though still visibly shy. Leo took a bite of the pie, enjoying the sweetness, while Koneko took a careful bite of the cookie, her expression softening as she chewed.
For a moment, there was no tension between them—just two kids sharing lunch on a quiet afternoon.
Leo gave her a small, apologetic smile as he handed the bag back. "I take back what I said. Now, let's have a truce, okay?" He offered his hand, trying to ease the tension.
"My name is Leo, short for Leonadis Williams," he said.
The girl—Koneko—looked at his hand for a moment before shaking it with a quick, almost robotic motion. "Koneko," she replied, her voice monotone.
Leo nodded, relieved that things weren't escalating further. "Nice to meet you, Koneko."
"I guess it's not that simple," Leo muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he noticed a figure standing on the rooftop of the school building.
The girl had white hair, a youthful, almost innocent face, and was staring down at him with an intensity that made him feel like the biggest piece of filth in all of humanity.
The sheer force of her gaze almost made him freeze in place. What the hell? Who was this loli, and why did she look like she wanted to burn him alive with just her eyes?
He tried to break the tension with humor, hoping to diffuse whatever weird situation was unfolding. "Look, I'm not your father. It's physically impossible for me to have a—"
Before he could finish, the loli cut him off by throwing her bag directly at his face.
"Wha—?" Leo instinctively caught it with one hand, not expecting to react so quickly. The bag felt light in his grip, but the moment was a blur.
Huh?
He blinked, still processing what had just happened, only to find the loli glaring down at him from above with her face now bright red.
Uh-oh.
"Okay, okay," Leo quickly backpedaled, realizing his humor had hit entirely the wrong note. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding! You just had the look of a wronged child, alright?"
It was a pathetic attempt at damage control, but the loli didn't seem to be having any of it. The angry fire in her eyes didn't waver. Leo, now more than a little nervous, tried to gauge if his last line had made things better or worse.
"Great," he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead. "First day at school, and I'm already pissing off a random loli."
Okay just stop with the look he daid giving back her the bag and said i take bwck what i sadi now lets have a truce okay offering his hand..
My name iw leo short of leonadis williams.
What's yours the girl lopled for a momwtn and then shook hands Koneko..she said monotonicqllyToday is a beautiful day. The sky was clear and clouds were drifting.
The sun was like usual, bringing warmth and light to this world while everything was going as it should be in this world.
People started their day as usual by going to their jobs or doing their responsibilities... And maybe nothing at all.
In a city like any other city in Japan, there was a school that seemed fancier than other schools.
Well, even if a strange event happened life won't stop, as today is the first day of the school.
New students with the old students arrived today to start their first day in school.
All the students walked in the path towards the school while they had a happy smile on their faces. Mostly the boys because this's a girl's school but everyone was looking forward to seeing what this year is hiding.
Except a single boy that was sitting on a bench in a park away from the school by a mile.
The boy had a slightly long black hair that covered his forehead sightly while he had black frame glasses, coupled with black headphones with blue lines and decoration that was on his neck.
The boy's eyes were clear blue that could reflect the sky, and his face even if he wasn't the best, it could be considered handsome. Also, he had the same boy's uniform of Kuoh Academy.
It fucking boring..." the boy said quietly as he was looking at the sky with annoyance.
"I'm in a world with a vague mythology, no clear training system, and a broken power level. But... I can't do anything" He said as he sighed.This marked the 17th year of Leo's life in this world.
Yes, Leo wasn't originally from here. He was someone whose very existence was an anomaly in this place of gods, angels, and demons. The "why" and "how" of his arrival remained a mystery even to him.
It wasn't until a year ago, on his 16th birthday, that his memories returned. The event was nothing short of a disaster. One moment, he was cutting into a cake with his family, and the next, his mind was flooded with a lifetime of knowledge and experiences that weren't his. Overwhelmed by the revelation, he almost hurled the cake into his parents' faces out of sheer frustration.
Sixteen years. Sixteen years he had lived blissfully ignorant, his memories sealed away, leaving him to grow up like any normal kid. And for what? So he could be dropped back into the chaos with only a year to prepare for what was essentially a death sentence.
The city he lived in now wasn't ordinary. The school he was about to attend wasn't either. He'd pieced that much together quickly after his memories awakened.
After several fruitless experiments—jumping off fences, trying to summon energy blasts, and even standing under a full moon in some ridiculous hope of transformation—he came to a sobering conclusion: he was a normal human.
No powers. No hidden abilities. No divine spark. Just Leo, a regular guy with no means to survive in a world where the supernatural ran rampant.
Faced with this, Leo devised what he believed was the best course of action: stay the hell away from anything remotely supernatural.
His first plan was to convince his parents to leave the city altogether. After all, he knew what kind of trouble brewed here—he'd read enough stories and seen enough tropes to predict what might happen. But that idea fell apart quickly.
His father had just landed a new job, one that brought him genuine happiness and financial stability for their family. His mother was equally content, and the thought of uprooting their lives based on vague warnings or flimsy excuses was impossible to sell.
And so, Leo had no choice but to accept his reality. He was stuck in a "death zone" wrapped in plot armor that felt paper-thin.
His goal now was survival. No heroics, no meddling with destiny, and definitely no drawing attention to himself. If he had any say in it, he'd graduate, move far away from this chaos, and live a quiet, supernatural-free life.
"Yeah, right," he muttered, kicking a pebble on the path as he made his way toward the school. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, his blue eyes scanning the distance as if expecting trouble to jump out at him any second.
"Just survive. That's the plan. No getting involved, no getting killed." He snorted at the thought. "Simple enough, right?"
Today is a beautiful day. The sky was clear and clouds were drifting.
The sun was like usual, bringing warmth and light to this world while everything was going as it should be in this world.
People started their day as usual by going to their jobs or doing their responsibilities... And maybe nothing at all.
In a city like any other city in Japan, there was a school that seemed fancier than other schools.
Well, even if a strange event happened life won't stop, as today is the first day of the school.
New students with the old students arrived today to start their first day in school.
All the students walked in the path towards the school while they had a happy smile on their faces. Mostly the boys because this's a girl's school but everyone was looking forward to seeing what this year is hiding.
Except a single boy that was sitting on a bench in a park away from the school by a mile.
The boy had a slightly long black hair that covered his forehead sightly while he had black frame glasses, coupled with black headphones with blue lines and decoration that was on his neck.
The boy's eyes were clear blue that could reflect the sky, and his face even if he wasn't the best, it could be considered handsome. Also, he had the same boy's uniform of Kuoh Academy.
It fucking boring..." the boy said quietly as he was looking at the sky with annoyance.
"I'm in a world with a vague mythology, no clear training system, and a broken power level. But... I can't do anything" He said as he sighed.