WORD FILLER (A CH 1 OF PATREON TRANSLATION)
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Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.
Chapter 1: My Sister is Grayfia
The Underworld—a realm ruled by devils, fallen angels, and other supernatural beings. A place where power determined one's fate.
Inside a grand, ancient castle…
"Haa… haa…"
A young man stood in the training yard, gripping a longsword as he relentlessly swung it.
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-seven… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight… nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine… ten thousand!"
His breath came in ragged gasps. Lowering his sword, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was sixteen years old, with short silver-white hair and sharp black eyes. Though still youthful in appearance, his gaze carried a rare steadiness and determination beyond his age.
"Zain, no slacking off! Today, you must complete 100,000 swings!"
A cold, commanding voice rang out from behind him.
"Understood, sister!" Zain replied, sighing in resignation.
"Honestly, you're always so serious. You're really not cute at all."
Muttering to himself, he resumed his swings.
Zain was a transmigrator—he had no idea how it happened, but he had been reborn into this world. His new name: Zain Lucifuge.
At first, he doubted the reality of it all. But after a few years, it became undeniable.
He had been reincarnated into the world of High School DxD.
A world where devils, fallen angels, angels, dragons, and even gods roamed freely.
And the person who had just spoken was none other than his older sister, Grayfia Lucifuge.
In the original story, Grayfia was the personal attendant and Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, known as the strongest queen in the Underworld—her title: the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.
But in this world, things were different.
Grayfia had been born into the prestigious Lucifuge clan, a noble family that had served the original Devil King Lucifer for generations. During the Underworld's civil war, she had fought as part of the Old Satan Faction, clashing against the reformists who sought to change devil society. In her bid for supremacy, she even challenged Serafall Leviathan for the title of the strongest female devil.
Although she lost, her power had already reached the level of a Maou.
As a result, the Lucifuge clan retained its standing as one of the most powerful noble families in the Underworld. However, due to the war, the clan had nearly been wiped out.
Now, only two members remained—Grayfia and Zain.
Zain had once believed that being born into such an esteemed family, and having a powerful sister, meant he was destined for greatness. That he would effortlessly surpass even the Devil Kings, command an army of beautiful subordinates, and enjoy the extravagant life of a devil.
After all, wasn't that how things usually went in stories?
Look at Riser Phenex—wasn't he a prime example of what it meant to be a noble devil?
Unfortunately, reality was far less kind.
As the last male heir of the Lucifuge family, Zain lacked any exceptional talent for magic.
Despite years of grueling training, he remained at the level of a Low-Class Devil.
Compared to his peers—Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri—who had already reached the level of High-Class Devils, his progress was nothing short of humiliating.
Even he had been tempted to give up.
But Grayfia never allowed him to.
Day after day, she forced him through relentless training, refusing to let him abandon his potential.
And so, in the eyes of the Underworld, Zain had earned the reputation of being a good-for-nothing.
But he didn't care.
"99,997… 99,998… 99,999… 100,000!"
"Haa… haa… finally done!"
Zain collapsed to his knees, his hands trembling as sweat dripped from his chin.
But this was only the beginning of the day's training.
"Zain, take a short break. Then we'll begin your magic lessons."
Watching her younger brother's perseverance, Grayfia finally allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
"Phew… Got it, sis."
He exhaled in relief and dropped onto the ground, cherishing his brief moment of rest.
But soon, it would be time to train his magic.
Unfortunately, due to his abysmal talent, he had only managed to learn a few basic spells over the years.
Spells like Teleportation Magic, Memory Erasure, Magic Bullets, Healing Magic, and the most crucial one for devils—Contract Magic.
To form pacts with humans, devils required Contract Magic.
And to create a peerage, they needed the Evil Pieces.
The world of High School DxD was a fascinating and dangerous place. While humans were the dominant race in sheer numbers, true power rested in the hands of Demon kings and Gods.
And beyond them existed beings on an entirely different level—like Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and Great Red, the True Dragon of Dragons.
Creatures that stood at the very peak of existence.
In a world like this, Zain refused to remain ordinary.
He would never stand idly by while the people he cared about were taken from him.
If he lacked talent in magic, then he would hone his swordsmanship to perfection.
While others played, he trained.
While others rested, he pushed himself further.
And through sheer madness and dedication, his swordsmanship had reached a level of terrifying mastery.
When it came to the way of the sword—he was confident.
No one in this world could match him.
In his past life, he had been an ordinary person. But now, having been reborn in this incredible world, he refused to waste the opportunity.
To achieve his dreams—he needed power.
And he would claim it, no matter what it took.