Chapter : 2 Data transfer and noble soldier!

The tantalizing aroma of food hung in the air as Riser sat in a dining chair, facing a short blond girl who, supposedly, was his sister, Ravel Phenex. The blue screen flickered, revealing her name and relation to Riser, much like his impeccably combed and adorned blond-haired mother.

"Riser, remember we have to go to the Gremory house tomorrow," Lady Phenex, Riser's mother, reminded him.

"Just say yes," the system instructed.

"Yes, I remember, Mother," Riser replied. His sister and mother paused mid-bite, exchanging puzzled glances with each other.

"What?" Riser asked, feigning innocence.

"You're being weird today. You never properly reply to anyone," Ravel observed, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Riser averted his gaze, internally panicking. "Dammit, do they suspect me? How did this bastard usually reply?" he thought.

The inconspicuous blue screen, visible only to Riser, emerged again. The system chimed in, "That's why I said data transfer is needed for more information about the previous Riser, which will aid to hide suspicions from others."

"Ravel, he's fine. Just finish your breakfast," Lady Phenex reassured, unaware of the hidden complexities in Riser's responses.

After freeing himself from breakfast, Riser briskly navigated through the opulent corridors of the lavish house. "These guys are really rich," he casually remarked, taking in the extravagant surroundings. Upon reaching his room, he shut the door and settled onto the bed.

"System, initiate the data transfer now," Riser commanded.

"Novel style or brain style?" the system inquired.

"Go with novel style," Riser decided.

"I'd recommend brain style; it's quicker and causes only a minor headache. Novel style might take hours to read," the system suggested.

"Fine, just go with brain style," Riser agreed. Suddenly, a lightning bolt seemed to strike his head, and a torrent of information about the DxD world and future events flooded his mind. A silent scream escaped as Riser buried his face in a pillow to muffle the intensity.

"Data transfer completed," the system announced.

Breathing heavily, Riser muttered, "Minor headache? This was like someone hammering my head," feeling a lingering dizziness.

"Issei Hyoudou, the Oppai Dragon, is the protagonist of DxD, and I have to replace him," Riser declared.

"Hey system, grant me some OP powers so I can pull that off," Riser requested, patting his throbbing head.

"You will only receive rewards when you achieve something; make your way toward becoming the main character rather than cannon fodder," the system explained.

"The information isn't entirely clear," Riser remarked, feeling a sense of incompleteness despite the data transfer's revelations.

"The data transfer provided all the details; perhaps your memory power is lacking. I'll fill in the gaps where you don't remember," the system reassured.

"Then why bother with the data transfer in the first place? You could have done that from the start," Riser questioned, rising from the bed and stretching.

"The data transfer was necessary for you to make strategies for future and position yourself as the main character," the system explained.

"I didn't think of that. But who cares about that? What's with this peerage system?" Riser muttered, a bright smile forming on his face as he obtained information about the female members of his peerage.

"You picked up that information very well," the voice echoed in his mind.

"Whose voice was that?" Riser muttered, scanning the room, expecting the telltale blue screen that accompanied the system's messages. Nothing.

"Am I hearing things because of this headache?" Riser questioned, stepping out of his room. A knock echoed, and a familiar sweet voice called, "Riser-sama."

"That voice, it's her, that squishy squishy," Riser's eyes widened, a gulp audible as his breathing quickened. "Come in," he managed to say.

A voluptuous woman entered, her boobies swaying with each step. "She's Yubelluna, my queen. If the information is correct, she's my slave, and I can do anything with her," Riser thought, feeling the heat rise in his body.

"I'm sorry, Riser-sama. Your mother detained me for some work, or I would have arrived earlier," Yubelluna apologized, innocence gracing her face.

Riser, visibly shaken and sweating, restrained himself as she approached, the allure of her cleavage dancing and coming towards him.

"We have plenty of time now. You can do whatever you want," Yubelluna suggested, her cheeks tinted with a blush.

"Whatever..." The word resonated in Riser's mind as Yubelluna drew close. His sweat descended, a bead making its daring journey from his forehead to his chin, then landing on Yubelluna's cleavage. The sweat bead, a noble soldier in its own right, saluted the prospect of exploring wonders before vanishing into the unknown, forging its path forward.

To be continued..