DxD: The Silent King of Destruction

The smell of burning metal and ozone filled the air as Luis slowly opened his eyes. His body felt strange, heavy but stronger. His surroundings blurred in and out of focus as his senses adjusted. He wasn't in his world anymore.

He sat up slowly, groaning as unfamiliar sensations rippled through his muscles. He was lying on a cold stone floor in a small room. Sunlight filtered through a cracked window, casting eerie shadows across the space. The walls were made of worn bricks, covered in symbols and sigils he vaguely recognized from some forgotten lore.

"Where the hell...?" he muttered, rubbing his forehead. His voice sounded different. Deeper. Colder.

Luis dragged himself to his feet, stumbling toward the window. His reflection in the glass stopped him dead. The person staring back at him wasn't the same weak, average guy he had been just moments before.

His hair, once black and messy, was now stark white. His eyes—previously dark and unremarkable—were crimson red, glowing faintly in the dim light. His skin was pale, almost unnatural, and his body… taller, more defined, like someone had sculpted him out of iron.

This isn't my body. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer. He wasn't just in another world; he had changed. His appearance, his strength—everything felt foreign.

That's when it all came back to him.

The last thing he remembered was the blinding light. The truck. The feeling of being weightless as he fell into the void. And now… High School DxD. He knew exactly where he was. A world filled with devils, angels, dragons, and other supernatural beings.

But this body, this power… it wasn't just any normal power. It was monstrous, overwhelming. He could feel it coursing through his veins, an uncontrollable force that threatened to burst out of him. It was the power of Garou—the villain from One Punch Man.

Luis clenched his fist, and the air around him distorted with sheer pressure. A grin spread across his face. He knew this power, knew what it meant. He wasn't weak anymore. In this world, with strength like this, he didn't need to fear anyone.

But as quickly as the excitement came, it faded. Luis narrowed his eyes at his reflection, the cold, cruel look returning. I didn't ask for this.

He had never been a hero. The idea of fighting for others, sacrificing for a greater good—it was all meaningless to him. He had been tossed into this world without warning, without a choice. Now, he was just a weapon, a walking disaster waiting to happen.

A knock on the door broke his thoughts. Luis turned sharply, his red eyes narrowing. Whoever it was, he wasn't in the mood for visitors.

The door creaked open, and a girl stepped in. She was young, with short black hair and a maid's uniform. Her wide eyes met his, and she froze, clearly shocked by his appearance.

"Who… who are you?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Luis didn't answer. He studied her for a moment, cold and calculating. He could feel her fear, the way her hands shook as she gripped the door frame. She wasn't a threat, just another pawn in this world's endless game of power.

"Leave." His voice was sharp, cold, and final.

The girl flinched, her face paling even further. Without another word, she turned and fled, the door slamming shut behind her.

Luis sighed, turning back to the window. His reflection stared back at him, a constant reminder of what he had become. The power within him was like a beast, clawing at the edges of his mind, begging to be unleashed. But he wasn't going to let it control him. Not yet.

He needed time to think, to understand this new world and how it worked. High School DxD was a dangerous place, and if he wasn't careful, he would get caught in the crossfire of devils, angels, and gods.

But one thing was certain—he wasn't here to save anyone. This world's problems weren't his to solve. He just wanted to live without worry, without being dragged into battles that weren't his.

And yet, deep down, Luis knew that peace wouldn't come easily. This world was built on conflict, on power struggles, and with the kind of strength he now wielded, he was a target.

But that was fine. If anyone came after him, he would crush them. He had the power to end them, to destroy anything in his way.

And if this world didn't leave him alone… then he'd show them what true destruction looked like.