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The doors on the, apparently, inter-dimensional van slid shut. It peeled off, leaving flaming tire tracks like the Delorean from Back to the Future. It disappeared in a flash, probably after hitting 88 miles per hour, if I had to guess. And I stood there, exactly where they left me, in shock.
So… quick recap. My name is Taylor, I'm 18 years old, male, and I just got kidnapped by bored ROB's. I'm not one hundred percent sure they were gods, but they did have a lot of power to just give away and didn't really explain all that much, so let's just call the duck a duck.
When I say they didn't explain much, I'm actually understating. They drove up beside me, opened the van, dragged me in, dumped five different vials of something into my mouth, handed me a sealed letter, and shoved me out. The whole process couldn't even have taken three minutes, except I'm positive I'm nowhere near home and my whole life just inescapably changed.
"Hey Thomas, sorry to bother you like this but Bobby says you'll adapt like a champ. So yeah, you've been ROBed! Congratulations, buddy. Bobby, Bobert, and I needed a champion. Well, not really, we just wanted someone to fuck canon. Congrats you are now an interdimensional pornstar. Other than fucking canon characters, there aren't really any limitations to your new life. Seriously go nuts! Build a harem, uplift mankind to a new golden age, cuck Kim Jong-un, recreate the Roman Empire, whatever you want! If you hold back and try to play it safe though, we'll just come back and drop you off in another universe and this'll start all over again. As a little signing bonus though, we've given you a bit of power so you don't have any excuse to be a weak little bitch. I won't tell you what we gave you, but here's a hint: the Breeder King Binds the Blank Mage. Just follow your instincts, buddy and you'll get the essence of your powers in no time. Wink wink, nudge nudge. Sincerely, Rob."
They couldn't even get my name right. Or maybe they literally grabbed the wrong guy. Fuck. Well, it could be worse. Like a lot worse. I'm pretty sure they gave me CYOA powers, so depending on what world I'm in, I'll be fine. With nothing to do but worry, I figured I may as well at least get the lay of the land.
I started walking down the street. A street that was way too nice to be American. Like seriously, no litter? Not even gum on the sidewalk. And yeah, that's not English on those signs. Looks like Japanese. Great, odds on this being an anime universe? Something 'dinged' inside me and I knew the odds were close to 90 percent.
Ignoring the apparent gacha machine inside my soul, I turned and walked into a park. It was dark out, so people were scarce, but I could sense two just out of sight deeper into the park. Ignoring yet another new aspect of myself, I walked until I saw the two people. A boy and a girl, the boy had fallen on his ass and the reason why was pretty clear. The girl, a woman more like with that outfit, was flying over a fountain with black, raven-like wings coming out of her back.
"Won't you die for me, Issei?" the woman said, a spear of light forming in her hands. Shit, I'm in DxD, aren't I? The universe of bullshit boob powers on top of the typical shounen power levels. Still, it could be worse. It could also be better, but I won't complain before I know where I stand on the power scale.
Neither person had noticed me at this point, and Raynare was about to shish kebab Issei. Worse though, canon was about to happen. And, honestly, Issei didn't deserve to die like this. So I acted. Almost without effort, I flexed a previously unknown muscle and flames engulfed Raynare. I walked towards Issei as the fallen angel burned. The scene was eerily quiet, Raynare's screams were being consumed to fuel the fire just the same as the rest of her.
Issei didn't really react until I helped him up. That was fair, I was a little in awe of the burning crow myself. It was just so easy to do. The slightest flex of my will, and the flames danced to my tune. And the less said about how ruthless I was being, the better. In fact, now that I had time to think, there may be a better option.
Leaving Issei's mind to reboot, I approached the still burning fallen angel. I think whatever magic I was doing recognized that I'd had a change of heart and now the flames were only restraining her. Sticking my hand through the fire, I instinctively traced a pattern on her exposed skin. Almost instantly, I felt an addition to the back of my mind. I could feel Raynare's injuries being healed, and her confusion. I cranked her loyalty to the maximum it could go, and I could feel her mentality towards me flip like a switch.
After giving Raynare some instructions telepathically, because it seems I can do that now, I turned back to Issei. He was just starting to come around. I slowly suppressed the flames until they were gone. Raynare had already teleported away like I told her to.
"You… just lit Yuuma on fire. Yuuma… just tried to kill me," Issei said slowly, drawing each word out. Huh, looks like I can speak Japanese. That's convenient. Based on my first impressions, I'd say I'm some sort of mage or psychic now. I would have to learn how to hide that fact, but illusions were a thing and so was hypnosis, so I wasn't too worried.
"Wait. More importantly," Issei shook his head. "you just saved my life man!"
"Don't worry about it," I waved him off.
"What?! How can you say not to worry about it?" Issei exclaimed.
"I was just in the neighborhood. Actually, if you want to help me out in return, you wouldn't happen to know someplace I could stay for tonight? I'm a little lost and far from home." I said.
Those must have been the magic words because, before Issei could reply, I felt the devil flyer in his pocket flare up with power. Rias must have been watching our exchange through her familiar or something. This could solve some problems. And present some opportunities. I had to suppress an eager grin.