3 Highschool DxD (2)

One step at a time.

Just one step at a time.

I could not just run headfirst into things without a proper plan. Or sufficient firepower. Both actually, just in case. You could never have enough firepower or enough backup plans.

Be crazy prepared! Especially when you have the power to travel the multiverse. Or part of it.

Ahem. Alright, first thing first, I needed to fully understand my godly ability. The ability that was given to me due to me having an equally godly class: Editor.

Having classes made this sounded a lot like a video game to me, and I really dislike stories with gaming power. That was to say, stories with one or more characters with some sort of gaming mechanic.

All the classes, attributes, skills, abilities and more in those kinds of stories are basically noises in all of my honesty. System notifications were word fillers at best in my opinion. They bring absolutely nothing to the story, and sometimes, they kind of disrupt the natural flow of the story.

The author could have just stated that the main character was a God to begin with instead of starting with a gaming mechanic. That would cut down the amount of garbage per chapter that I would need to read through.

Good thing that I read fast. And I tended to skip passed all of the fillers just to get to the fun and juicy bits.

Ah. The fun and juicy bits!

It was also the reason to why I did not bother listing out all of the notifications that were appearing in my head at the moment. These notifications were basically irrelevant to me and to you at the moment.

Just trust me on that.

Ahem. I was rambling again. I should stop that and get a move on.

The information that was downloaded into my mind was basic at best. It only detailed about my ability along with how to use or activate it. It did not describe in great detail the extent of the ability as well as its existing restrictions.

There were probably existing restrictions. Probably.

Therefore, to understand more, I would need to experiment, so cue the training montage.

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I had a look at the ongoing story before my eyes. Pay more close attention to it, really. It was somewhat hard to ignore the massive wall of automatic scrolling text before me.

The story or plotline was, for a lack of a better word, writing itself in real time. The events of this very universe were unfolding before my eyes. Sounded kind of cool there for a second.

Ahem.

The Skyrim guy was testing out his godly abilities on the policeman. Abilities that were inherited from the Elder Scroll game itself. Like how he could have made absolutely no noise when he moved about and rolled about.

Similar, how he could have stolen everything on the policeman's person without the latter realizing it.

Kind of impossible according to real world logic. Yup. Skyrim abilities were a bit of bullshit for this kind of setting. Scratch that.

Dragonborn is bullshit in any kind of setting, honestly. I recalled a fanfiction with such an… never mind, I was going off tangent again.

Concentrate. Concentrate.

While the guy was figuring out that he was pretty much a god-to-be inside this variation of Highschool DxD universe, I played around with the text screen, inserting new sentences and deleting old ones.

Just simple ones for observation.

Apparently, it was within my ability to do so. Interesting.

"There were two birds flew overhead."

There were exactly two birds flew overhead. Not sure what kind of birds they were, but I believed that I could be a bit more descriptive.

"Two grey pigeons flew overhead, one after another like a couple dancing in the sky."

And there were exactly two grey pigeons flew overhead, one after another like a couple of lovebirds.

Yup. It seemed that my ability could warp reality.

Bullshit power, alright, but then again, the authors are practically God of their stories, and the editors were above that. A submitted story must be edited before publishing. Maybe that explained why I did not get pulled into one of the original stories prior to this.

Fanfiction were generally unedited mess, hence the need for beta readers.

Meh.

"I have the power to see through all female clothing."

I added the line into the wall of text and then have a look about. Nothing really changed. After a couple of minutes, I was sure that did not work. Of course, I tried various variations of the text, but the results were the same.

That was the restriction. Not the inability to strip chicks naked with my eyes, but absurd things would be ineffective. In other word, I could not make myself invincible. Or godlike.

[You currently lack sufficient power. Please expand your Domination Domain: Harem Palace.]

Bummer. Here, I was hoping that I would just make myself a god and then fuck around with everyone that I could remember. Oh well.

The Harem Palace was the third gift of the initiation package. It was a type of domain, where one could drawl divine energies as well as utilized abilities off-verse. Not really sure what it all meant, but I would likely find out.

And with a dozen more test, training time was over. It was boring standing about and testing what my actual limits were. Practical was better.

Applied practical for the win!

Now, no one could say I had never spent any time training my godly abilities. Insert evil laugh here.

"A mug of chocolate appears in my hand."

A chocolate mug appeared instead. Maybe I should be more specific. I ate the chocolate mug and then summoned a mug with actual steaming liquid chocolate inside for me to consume.

This was much better. I took a sip afterwards and decided to change my clothes. Into something nicer to wear. Yup, it was within my capacity to create inanimate object from nothing.

I wondered whether I could use this to get rich quick. Going to put that on my list of things to do.

Now, who should I go and troll first? Rias popped into my mind. She was considered as the heroine of the story. Well, the main heroine anyway. There were plenty of heroines.

This was a harem story after all.

Wait. If I did that, I would derail the story, and I had no idea what would happen if I were to derail the story. Well, I would need to derail the story eventually.

I was not here as an observer, obviously. I was here to screw thing up. Different sort of screwing than the Skyrim guy planning to do.

Why did I keep referring to him as the Skyrim guy? I had never pay attention to his name.

Scrolling up the wall of text to the first chapter revealed his name to me. I rolled my eyes at that, and then, I decided to search for some particular names in the list.

Names of those that would not appear in the story any time soon. I could troll them for fun, with spare time for more fun. Ah. I was getting ahead of myself.

The search option was helpful. Very helpful.

What was the main character doing now? Nothing much from the look of it. He would not be doing a lot of impact until later, at least not until he decided to kill Issei. Woops, spoiler, but that was kind of a given, considering this was an alternate universe to the original Highschool DxD.

Besides, there must never be more than one main character in a story like this.

To that effect, I tried to have the Skyrim guy killed or met an unfortunate accident. Tried. Did not work, as I did not have sufficient power.

My Domain, to which I drawled my power from was empty of anything. I needed to add some poor souls there. Not poor souls, quality souls. Quality over quantity. They would in turn power my ability.

[Your Harem Palace requires inhabitants. Acquiring inhabitants will empower your skills and abilities, allowing you to do thing that you would not be able to do otherwise.]

There were a lot more benefits of having people chained up in my Harem Palace. Did I say chained up? I meant to say coerced into signing over their soul and will. Insert more evil laughs.

Ahem.

That said, I believed there were a few people I could coerced into make deal with the devil. The devil being me.