Team Assembled

Don't Own DxD or D&D, Only The Oc

'thought'

"Speech"

System Text

'Ddraig Mental'

"Ddraig Vocal"

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

[Starting Split]

"Damn I'm good." A golden staff twirls in between my fingers as I slowly strut through the rapidly expanding second underworld known as the 'Abyss.'

It has been not all too long since I have stolen the four relics from the vaults... the time it took me to steal them was absolutely minimal. I got vaguely spooked when Atlas started to fall, but my replacement power source kept the city afloat all the same.

However, my brief stint in Mistral to reclaim the relic of Knowledge has forced me to remember something quite unpleasant.

The Headmaster of Mistral's Haven Academy is sending numerous huntsmen and huntresses to their deaths.

Dozens semblances which might evolve into something truly grand when magic is returned... snuffed out because of one cowardly weakling.

I scratch my chin slowly as I think about how to proceed. Do I leave another faux 'Sathanas' note? The only reason I'm using 'Sathanas' because frankly it'd be a pain to say 'hi, I'm Gaius Decarabia' and have a swat team bust in through the roof.

Also, it's a little amusing to gaslight people into thinking that Sathanas is 'oooh so spooky and dark' only to reveal that it is literally 'Satan Satan'. Everyone was getting worked up over a name that doesn't sound out of place in a children's cartoon.

I continue my brisk pace through the city with a small smile on my face.

Dozens of devils mill about the roads, transporting materials as they steadily build up the first city of Remnant's supernatural hub. Every one of these guys is a follower of my Leadership feat.

This city holds one thousand 'level one' devils.

With that number I could probably take over Remnant quite easily... even if they are merely level one.

Every single one has access to demonic magic. Meaning every single one of them can cast ten level one sorcerer-slash-wizard spells at will. That alone makes these people dangerous...

Not to me or a majority of people with aura on Remnant, of course, but certainly a threat to the normal thug.

They've got access to mage armor, shield, and above all else true strike.

Give each of them a rifle and they will hit their target dead on. I've created a monstrous brigade of crack shots. Each of them passively getting stronger as they train on their own.

And that's merely the level ones. The one hundred level twos can do twenty level one spells. A little less important, I suppose, but at the end of the day, they'll reach level three before long.

Most of my followers are already like... an eighth of their way to the next level. That means that in about two years or so, my one thousand level ones would become one thousand level twos. My one hundred level twos would become one hundred level threes, my fifty level threes would become fifty level fours, and so on up to my current highest leveled follower, a level nine who'll become a level ten.

Said level nine is actually pretty decent... she'd be listed as a fairly powerful high-class strength wise. She just doesn't have the noble status of one.

The unbound sacred gear in my hand glints slightly as I toss it into my dimensional storage.

The Four Genie Gears.

The Lamp of Enlightenment, the Staff of Making, the Crown of Vigilance, and the Sword of Extinction.

Each with two abilities similar to their original relic abilities.

The lamp is currently an average low-tier sacred gear that allows you to ask it questions with a cooldown, yet this cooldown is far shorter than a century. The cost of that, however, is that the lamp might not be able to tell you the answer to your question with one hundred percent accuracy, sometimes uttering a 'unknown' instead. The chance it knows something is higher the more people know said information, so secrets will probably remain secrets, and common knowledge becomes even more common. It also increases the wielder's mental ability, allowing them to learn things faster and retain information better.

The reason why I said it was 'currently' an average low-tier sacred gear is because its main ability only truly shines after a considerable portion of time. It answers any question asked in the past- that was answered correctly- with one hundred percent accuracy without causing the ability to go into cooldown. And this ability transcends wielders. So the one hundredth wielder could ask a question the first wielder asked and get an immediate answer with one hundred percent accuracy, then ask another question.

Probably the most complex out of the four gears, but it starts out as the weakest. It doesn't even really actively assist in combat at all besides a slight increase to mental processing speed, but it has a lot of potential... it might even be bumped up to Longinus class in a few thousand years if the information stored inside is volatile enough.

The Staff of making, a weak medium-tier sacred gear that grants the wielder the ability to make basically anything as long as they have the requisite materials and knowledge of how to do so. It also can 'study' blueprints to allow you to craft whatever's on them.

The reason it's so weak is because of two main reasons. The first is that it doesn't complete things instantly. It'll make them faster than you could have on your own, but it'll still take time. Second off... magical items typically don't come with blueprints, and a nonmagical weapon or item is practically worthless to the supernatural.

Next, the Crown of Vigilance, it is something that actually works in combat, an average medium-tier sacred gear that grants the wielder one second of future sight... plus it activates on its own if the wielder is about to be attacked by an unknown enemy or if they are about to die, granting them five seconds of foresight instead. This secondary ability has a fairly lengthily cooldown, however.

Finally, the sword of extinction. A strong medium-tier sacred gear with the ability to create an aura of destruction around the blade which erases most mundane things, and a special trait similar to a twice critical's, where it multiplies physical strength, speed, and durability by five.

All in all, not a bad first four attempts.

My level fifteen Malthus clan trait allowed me to shave the time of crafting down to nothing, plus my new level twenty ability allowed me to do it for 'wealth' as well!

Demonic Resources: (Mythic) (Active)

While creating magic items, you may substitute 1 demonic power for 300 Gp worth of crafting materials, this may be used with 'Expedite Crafting' to theoretically create something from nothing. You may also spend Mythic power in this manner, treating it as 25,000 GP per point.

I will admit... using my abilities to speed up the crafting of the staff and the lantern had left me well and truly drained...

I was basically running on fumes at that point.

I was practically out of demonic magic and was being forced to rely on my sorcerer spell slots!

I don't think I've ever been that low on magical power in like... ages.

Then I promptly used one of my own variant phoenix tears to refill my demonic power. I had to do this twice, actually. Once to finish the crown and do a good seventy five percent of the sword, and another time to finish it up, leaving me at roughly three quarters full.

I smirk as I fold my arms behind my head. "it's good to be the king."

Now to just grab Neo and get back to earth.

[Split]

"Heeeey Neo!" I grin as I reappear in her room with a subtle pop.

The girl with a towel wrapped around her torso while brushing her hair lets out a silent shriek as I find a comb bouncing off my forehead with surprising velocity.

"Now, that was pretty rude." I sigh with a small frown.

A knife appears in her hand a moment later as she points it menacingly at me, holding her other hand to her chest to keep the towel up.

She gestures for me to turn around and runs a thumb along her throat.

She's basically telling me to turn around or else.

"Eh. Shame." I shrug as I sit down on her bed. "You in a towel aside, I've actually come to tell you that I am actually getting into rating games soon. The season starts early next month... and if we do well, In a couple years or so, you could probably even get your own noble status and evil pieces as well. So, I'm basically here to take you to earth for a while. Do a bit of training, and get you ready to face the ultimate class opponents we will be forced to fight soon enough."

My gaze slowly trail across the surroundings, locking onto seemingly nothing and following it at a meandering pace across the room.

The room abruptly shatters revealing Neo standing there, looking over in horror as she clutches a towel close to her body.

"Yeah, I thought we went over this. I can see through illusions." I hum with a small smile.

I open the drawer next to her bed, revealing a pink vibrator poorly hidden under some socks.

I don't comment, much to Neo's flustered horror.

I look up slowly and toss a pair of socks at her, causing the cloth to bounce off her head.

A bra and panties pelts her next as they fall under my telekinetic grasp. "Hurry up and get dressed in the bathroom. We're about to have a really busy day."

A physical illusion appears, picking up the scattered clothing as she quietly levels an absolutely scathing embarrassed glare at me.

Her wardrobe opens with a quiet thump as a t shirt and a pair of jeans floats out.

She points a single finger upwards as bright words appear in the air.

"Peek and you die."

"I mean, I'd find it surprising if you were able to wound me, let alone kill me, but sure. I won't peek."

One of her eyebrows raise as she gives me a half-lidded stare.

"Why am I so nonchalant about you changing and agreeing to not peek when that sounds like something I would absolutely do?" I question for the mute girl.

She blinks owlish and slowly nods, the tinge of pink never leaving her cheeks at the situation she finds herself in. In front of a really attractive dude with nothing more than a towel covering her body.

I give the girl a smirk. "I'm not that shallow, my friend. I am extremely attracted to you, yes. I have established that several times... but peek on you? No. I have class. if I really- and I mean above all else- wanted to see you naked, I'd just seduce you."

She flinches back, a raging blush crossing her face.

"I-I'm not that easy!" She shakily signs with one hand, her other clutched to her chest, keeping her towel from falling.

"If you were, I wouldn't be romantically interested in you." I shrug with a small smile, causing the girl to flinch again. "Hurry and get changed. Do you want to leave your servants- speaking of which, where are they?"

"Cleaning." She signs.

"Ah. Well, do you want to bring them?"

She tilts her head, then shakes it after a moment, quickly retreating into the bathroom shortly after.

I glance around with a bored expression, tapping my fingers on my knee as I quietly wait.

A minute passes, then another.

By this point I have already pulled out my phone and have begun to look for whatever information I can find on what rating game registration involves.

It'll place me in a 'tournament bracket' depending on my overall strength.

Leave it to devil society to merely care about the strength of the king.

By backet, I mean a group of one hundred and twenty eight.

Thousands of kings thrive through rating games, and they are distributed among many skill levels. The weaker ones are less-watched, however there may be an interesting match here and there, but the devil society REALLY makes a big deal out of the top three or so brackets.

The bracket I am shooting for... is the number one 'elite' bracket... ranging from the strongest team to the one hundred and twenty eighth.

The requirements for this are quite steep. The king themselves need to be low-ultimate class in strength at the very least. This group houses the best of the best. Dragons turned devils, mythical creatures, even people with strength rivaling Satan class at the near top of that list.

Some may have a weak peerage, an incomplete peerage, or even no peerage at all, but those in the top ten should at the very least have a completed peerage with strength ranging from the top of high class- for a single pawn- to easily the highest among ultimate class for queens.

The question I find myself asking is 'can we take that?'

I'll practically ignore anything but the top ten.

At tenth place we have Tannin. The used to be dragon king who reincarnated as a devil to save a certain species of dragon who needs to eat 'dragon apples'. It is debatable if we will have to fight him as he is more or less retired from rating games, but he does join one every now and then... knowing my luck, someone might just ask him to join.

He is certainly scary... the reason he is tenth place instead of higher is merely because he doesn't have many pieces... just two rooks. Both dragons.

He, while missing thirteen pieces, keeps a place in the top ten.

If he isn't in this season, we'll be forced to deal with the lord of the Paimon family.

He isn't really important. He is relying on a king piece. And even with that he can barely get into tenth place. It's sad, honestly.

A majority of the high-ranking pure blooded devils wield king pieces, actually.

Number nine, Lady Stolas, eight, lord Berith, number six, Lord Stolas, who is constantly competing with his wife, number four, the Sallos lord, and finally those revealed in the source material, number three, Bedeze Abaddon, who with a king piece may potentially be stepping into satan class territory, and finally number two, Roygun Belphegor. A woman who is decidedly in satan class and is considered 'One of the underworld's strongest beauties' alongside Serafall and Grayfia.

That leaves those who don't use king pieces, the strongest reincarnated devil as seventh place, Ravel's older brother, Ruval as fifth, and Diehauser as number one.

It's a shame I'll be forced to ruin Roygun's reputation eventually. She's sort of hot.

Pink hair, horns, wears armor that leaves most of her ass and thighs exposed.

Very hot now that I think about it.

My fingertips drum on the bed as I glance to the door, hearing the sound of a blow dryer on the other side.

I wonder how my peerage will hold up against the peerages of other contenders. Valerie is ultimate class and constantly growing stronger as she uses her gear on herself- speaking of which, I need to give her the holy grail I got from the church, I sort of got distracted with the law bullshit and by reincarnating another Longinus.

Virgo, Artoria, and Tyra were also Ultimate Class the last time I checked.

Le Fay and Meredith are sort of... disappointing, honestly. As are Mittelt, Irina, Xenovia, and Ravel.

I haven't exactly seen Neo and Weiss fight, so I have no real idea how to place them. The versatility of Weiss' semblance should at the very least push her into the far reaches of high-class power. Plus with Neo's Physical illusion and teleportation ability those two bring some good utility to the peerage. Be it time manipulation and an army of grimm for Weiss, or bullshit trickery of Neo.

Neo is physically stronger than Weiss, at the very least according to the series.

Perhaps it is time for me to develop my first epic spell?

A smirk slowly crosses my face. 'oh. That might just work.'

I raise a single finger, stopping the diminutive fist set to strike me right in the jaw.

"Oh, hey Neo. You ready?" I smile.

She gives me a half-lidded stare and shrugs as I slowly get to my feet.

"Alrighty. Let's try something different in that case." I mutter as I pull a slip of paper out of my dimensional storage. "To get you accustomed to teleportation, I have this piece of paper for you. That piece of paper will teleport us to the Abyss where we can then teleport to the underworld."

She raises an eyebrow and looks down at the paper which she slowly takes, then looks back up to me.

"Oh. And before we leave, you might want to leave a notice with your uncle." I suggest idly as I gesture towards the door.

Her eyes widen fractionally as she nods twice.

She swiftly darts out of the room, leaving me alone yet again.

"Hm." I boredly hum, quietly wondering how long it'll take her this time. I had already closed the tab on my phone and perhaps that was a mistake. She'll be back before I re-open it. Maybe I'll have enough time to get in a good game of off brand bejeweled?

I turn on my phone again, only for the door to open.

I don't bother to turn off the device as Neo steps back into the room. "Do you have everything you need?"

She nods slowly.

"We'll be gone for like... a week. You got a Toothbrush?"

I receive a nod.

"A change of clothes?"

I receive another nod.

"Do you want to bring your umbrella? I'll warn you. Since it's not magic, it'll probably break if we get into some serious combat... do you want me to fix it up for you?"

Her eyes widen slightly, greed quickly making itself known in her mismatched pupils.

She nods rapidly and swiftly hops over her bed, grabbing the shut parasol leaned up against her bedside table.

She lands back in front of me a moment later, a bright smile on her face. With her remaining hand she signs up at me. "Can you make it make people bleed more?"

"Ugh, you little bloodthirsty sociopath." I sigh as I shake my head with a good-natured smile. "Fine. I'll see what I can do."

"So, do you got everything you need?" I continue gesturing around the room as I finally turn my phone off and slip it into my pocket.

She nods.

"You going to bring your vibrator?"

Her eyes flash white as she pales rapidly.

I smile and close my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "I don't get why you are so embarrassed. That's something everyone has done and does regularly, right?"

I tap my chin. "Well, except for me... I normally have one of my incredibly hot fiancées take care of my libido when it becomes a problem."

I tilt my head out of the way of a punch without opening my eyes. A kick is blocked with my forearm, a single step back renders a swipe from her umbrella worthless, my hand wraps around her ankle and with a brief movement of my arm, I slam her on the bed like I was swinging a club.

My eyes crack open as she bounces off, using the attack to loop her umbrella's handle around my wrist, she pulls herself forwards suddenly and twists around my body, looping a knee around my neck. Trying desperately to fling me around the room.

My hand comes up, grabbing her shin and quicky twisting her around to face away from me.

I pin her arms to her sides with a one-armed hug, she struggles for a moment before stiffening.

Let's see what's going on in that psycho brain of hers.

Pawn 4: Neo Politan:

This asshole! He is SO getting stabbed when she gets out of this! UGH! why did he bring it up?! Why is he taunting her with his sexual escapades! He can't know that she's a virgin, right? Hell, this is the closest physical contact she has ever... had... with anyone.

Is... this what it feels like to be tenderly and lovingly held? I-Is this what it's like?! To have your heart fluttering in your chest, your blood rushing in your ears? Does it truly feel... this nice?

"…" her head slowly turns, allowing her to stare at me as she slowly relaxes in my grasp.

"What?" I question with a small smile. "Are you calm now? I admit, my teasing may have been slightly out of line, but you looked very tease-able."

"I'm going to let you go now. Please don't try and stab me in the eye." I say as I release the girl.

She steps forwards and turns around slowly, looking up to stare into my eyes.

A moment later her arms wrap around my torso as her face presses into my lower chest.

"N-Neo?" I blink owlishly.

She looks up slowly, a slight blush on her face.

I let out a relenting sigh as my arms gently wrap around the girl, one hand gently brushing the back of her head, causing her to shiver slightly under the gentle touch. "Honestly you. If I knew you were this touch starved... I wouldn't have teased you."

She relaxes into my grasp once more, practically becoming putty in my hands. We stay like this for a minute or so.

Pawn 4: Neo Politan:

Hugs are... nice... she wishes she could do this more often- wait! Did she just get seduced?! Fuck! She said that she wasn't easy and THIS is how she reacts?! W-well Gaius does accept her for who she is... she probably won't be able to find anyone else like that any time soon... besides. She's more or less bound to him now. And a greedy devil like him would probably sink any relationship she tries to forge with anyone else. But, he is really attractive. That sort of smooths over the yandere-esque aspects.

"Are you ready to go? Or do you want to stay like this a little longer?"

She looks up slowly, her eyes glinting in some unreadable emotion sitting somewhere in between admiration, euphoric joy, and a small hint of lust.

She buries her face into my shirt again.

"Stay like this for a little longer it is." I mutter with an amused smile.

[Split]

I cast my gaze around the room slowly, roughly a dozen women are strewn around, sitting on couches, lounging on pillows, drinking tea, petting a small red dragon. It's frankly a little chaotic.

"Alright, all. This is quite a bit different than usual. We've got some new members as well, so play nice... looking at you in particular, Tyra."

"Fuck off." The tyrannosaurus polymorphed into the form of a dark-skinned tomboy Mona with short hair, snarls from her place sitting atop a nearby desk at the edge of the room.

"So," I continue without missing a beat. "I believe that we should first and foremost do introductions as we will soon be fighting on the same side in the rating game Arena... if, you know... I ever get around to actually registering instead of slacking off."

"U-Uh, Gaius, you need to be registered two weeks before the season starts in full." Ravel announces meekly from my right.

"And I will certainly get around to that." I nod. "Let's go from the person who has been in the peerage the longest to those who have just joined... I'll start us off, as the king, I was technically in the peerage the longest... anyways some of you may not know the finer details about myself. My name is Gaius Decarabia, last of both the Malthus and Decarabia houses due to my parents being assassinated before the start of the devil civil war roughly five hundred years ago. This was more than likely because of my mother's ability to raise moral and my father's ability to smith swords. I was placed in a coma for roughly five hundred years, I didn't mentally or physically age within that time, and have inherited both of my parent's clan traits. in addition, I had my mother's trait mutate into something truly wondrous and powerful. I wield the boosted gear, and am set to be the fifth Satan after figuring out the devil race's fertility issues and dimensional travel."

"WHAT?!" Irina and Xenovia exclaim.

"You'll see it eventually." I note as I look to the Pink haired maid standing near the door with her hands folded in front of her lap.

She bows her head. "My name is Virgo. I am Master's first piece and head maid. I am a spirit embodying the constellation Virgo the Maiden. I wish to receive more punishment for my actions.

An awkward silence follows that as my eyes stray to the dinosaur lady.

"That name's Tyra. You chumps are too weak to know anything about me. Get stronger and maybe I'll actually care about you weaklings." The abrasive girl scoffs.

"Crass as always." I sigh, causing the girl to snarl and flip me off.

I look to my left.

"I am Valerie Tepes. A dhampir from the Tepes faction. Gaius found me quite a while ago... he saved me from my family, and allowed me to see a friend who I thought was long since dead... I wield Sephiroth Grall and have numerous abilities due to it."

I glance over to Artoria.

"…"

"Oh? Am- am I next?" She questions, pausing her hair brushing of the small humanoid weapon of mass destruction in her lap. "My name is Artoria. Artoria Pendragon. I also seem to have inherited Arthur's legacy and ability to wield holy relics. My Lord has given me the holy Sword Caledfwlch whom is currently in my lap as he somehow turned it into a little girl."

I look to my immediate right.

"I am Ravel Phenex... soon to be Ravel Decarabia." Ravel begins. "My family has had some... I-issues with Gaius' in the past, but we have put it behind us. I like to think of myself as Gaius' manager and want to help him with things that he doesn't have time for."

The two pawns reincarnated at the same time glance over at each other, Le fay has a small red dragon in her lap, apparently that summoning card 'Red Draconis' Ajuka gave me ages ago finally hatched. Meredith is the one quietly drinking tea.

Due to the brown haired girl's mouth being occupied, Le Fay decides to go first.

"I am Le Fay Pendragon, named after my Ancestor Le Fay, I was originally Gaius' contractor, but after a while I decided to join his peerage. I- uh... don't really have that many skills, I'm a fairly good offensive mage, but nothing really to make me unique... I mean, I've got a summoning card that lets me summon a small red dragon, and the eighth Excalibur Fragment, Excalibur Morgan, but that's about it."

"EIGHTH?!" Irina gasps.

"I am Meredith Ordinton, bastard child of the British royal family, I used to be a part of the Mage Association, Golden Dawn, but my family got me kicked out in an attempt to gain control of my sacred gear, Alphecca Tyrant, an apparently new Longinus. I'm a defensive mage, but I am fairly poor at offense."

The blonde fallen sitting cross-legged in a nearby arm chair looks up. "I'm Mittelt. I was reincarnated after my allies stabbed me in the back... literally... I don't really get why I was reincarnated. Probably because I look like her." She gestures to Ravel. "But Gaius gave me the new Longinus sacred gear made from the four Vritra gears calledAsura Shrestha so I'm actually useful now instead of the dead weight, shallow 'appearance pick' I was before."

The pink, brown, and white haired girl currently relaxing in my lap- much to the annoyance of Ravel as I think she wants to sit in my lap- glances over her shoulder.

I nod slowly.

"This is Neo." I announce for her. "She's mute. And she is from another world- that is accessed by my dimensional crossing ability- called Remnant, which is a death world with a bunch of shadow monsters... and humanity is pretty much restricted to four massive cities across the globe. She has a special power, quite similar to a Devil's clan trait, called a Semblance, which is basically just Genetic Magic. Hers was originally a simple physical illusion creation, but now it's evolved into more of... just 'creation' in general."

The white-haired girl who looks prim and proper, sitting in a nearby arm chair speaks up next. "I am Weiss Schnee. I am from Remnant as well. Before I became a devil, I was the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, the largest, and most profitable, energy and weapons provider on the planet... my father previously decided that my worth was apparently being the seventh concubine of an older huntsmen- someone who hunts the dark creatures of grimm- in order to secure a paltry discount on protection for his shipments... I of course, didn't exactly like the idea of being forced to marry and carry the children of someone more than double my age, so I decided to join Gaius. And from what I have seen of this world so far, it certainly hasn't been a mistake. My Semblance is quite special... it harbors far more similarities to a 'clan trait' than any other semblance on Remnant... as it is legitimately genetic instead of most other semblances. I can create and control numerous glyphs, each with different effects depending of the type of elemental energy infused within them, and I can summon Grimm who I have previously slain to do my bidding."

I look to the last three, the three who by far look the most out of place in our group, they share a couch, the lavender haired girl at one end shyly looking around. "M-My name is Ingvild Leviathan, a descendant of the original Leviathan. I-I like singing and I have a sacred gear that Gaius called Nereid Kyrie. He said it was a Longinus?"

She squirms slightly under the attention she is suddenly getting. "I-I-uh also inherited the Leviathan clan trait."

The brown haired girl beside her speaks up next. "My name is Irina Shidou. I joined because I feel like Gaius is the only person I can trust. He is the only one who hasn't directly lied to me yet despite the fact that he is a devil and..."

She lets out a quiet sigh. "Sorry, I'm still a little new on this whole devil thing. I was trained to be an exorcist for most of my life... before they kicked me out, and I don't exactly have many skills beyond that. No sacred gear, no bloodline, just training... I guess I can technically use holy swords, though."

Xenovia speaks next. "My name is Xenovia Quarta. I was also trained as an exorcist and can wield holy swords... in addition I can wield Touki and have been chosen as the next wielder of Durandal. A sword said to be on par with Excalibur... also... this is more of a personal thing... but I really want to have children with Gaius."

"W-What?" Le Fay stutters.

"You what?" Ravel frowns with narrowed eyes.

"Pahahah!" Mittelt cackles. "She said it!"

"X-Xenovia! We have talked about this!" Irina exclaims. "You can't just say such things out loud!"

"I prefer to be extremely blunt about my needs and desires." The girl mutters as she gives the twin-tailed exorcist a deadpan stare.

Neo slowly looks over her shoulder then gestures to Xenovia.

"Yes. This is my entire peerage. But honestly? I wouldn't have them any other way." I smirk to the girl's unasked question.

"Well, since introductions are out of the way." I begin, addressing the entire peerage once more.

"Why don't I show you a little spell that I have been working on that'll hopefully speed up our training rate just a bit."

Everyone in the room quickly refocuses on me as I raise a hand, regretfully unwrapping it from Valerie's shoulders, my hand slowly moves into a snapping position. "Let's give this a little try... I like to call this little beauty... Phantasmal Rating Game."

[Endsplit]