Chapter 2: First Spin of [ Fiction Adaptation ]

{ AN(1):

[ System, Status, stat points, Special Abilities, Skills, Magic… Things related to the system ]

"Speech/Characters Talking"

'Thoughts/Characters Thinking'

'"Telepathy/Characters talking to each other without speech"'

「 "God's Talking/Distorted Speech/Demon speech" 」

「 'God's Thinking' 」

『The different worlds or special locations』, Will update this in future chapters if any new type of speech is introduced

( Time skips, POV switches, etc. )

{ Author Notes } }

{ Author Note(2): Edge Edge and whole lot of Edge? What is this shit, Edge Bingo? Well guess what, YOU ARE CORRECT, this shit is some of the edgiest shit I've ever written in the entirety of my chunni teenage self, I know there is edgier shit on this app but like, edge }

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[ Fiction Adaptation ( 1st use):

[ World Spun:『 Slash-Dog』『Highschool-DxD』]

[ Character Type/Affiliation/Item type: Sacred Gear ]

'So the prequel, alongside the main abilities of the universe being [ Sacred Gears ] I have a relatively good chance of obtaining a healing related one' Hepius thought hopefully as the first panel disappeared and was replaced with

[ Character Spun: Tobio Ikuse ]

]

[ Abilities user can choose:

[ Sacred Gear; Longinus; Dog of the Black Blade: Canis Lykaon ]

[ Bloodline: Himejima Clan ]

[ Technique/Skill: Scythe Mastery ]

[ Technique/Skill: Sword Mastery ]

[ Technique/Skill: Dagger Mastery ]

[ Technique/Skill: Expert Magician ]

[ Technique/Skill: Master Technician ]

[ Technique/Skill: Stealth Mastery ]

[ Technique/Skill: Unarmed Combat Mastery ]

[ Technique/Skill: Magician Mastery( Combat Style ) ]

]

A dread came over the unprepared boy, his emotions which had already been losing control since the moment he was born spiraled further into sadness and dread as he finally realized at this moment, 'I can't do anything… Why does it Combat Style Magic? Damn it, Tobio, couldn't you have trained or learnt some healing magic?' he thought as tears of sadness streamed down his face as the realization of his new mothers death came to him.

'No, it shouldn't hurt me, I don't know her, why should I care for her or her death? I wasn't close to the people on the cruise, hell I wasn't close to anyone, Yeah that's right, why should I care for them? They… Why should I care?' His emotions slowly turned into denial, all thoughts of acceptance and clear thinking were overruled with the emotional pain and he began to cope with the only way he had ever learnt, bottling up his emotions and blaming others for his own issues.

He began to try and repress these new emotions and memories, however as the bottle that had been filled to the limit with his previous life's emotions couldn't begin to handle the new intense emotions of sadness, depression, helplessness, denial, and dread, it had finally burst open and all of the memories and emotions were now rushing in his head with no sense of mercy as it slowly dyed each and every happen moment in sadness.

The memories and emotions that he had repressed and bottled up from his childhood where his mother and father were killed in a brutal car accident and were burned alive which had permanently scared him from getting anywhere near flammable material or fire as it would give him bring forward the repressed memory of his father pushing him out of the car and the gut-wrenching screams they released as they were slowly and painfully burned, the view he had found after the fire finally died down was what had truly left an everlasting mark, the way they had physically been melted and fused into the seats and the seatbelt had fused into their chest keeping them stuck on both ends, 'Why did you have to save me? Why didn't you save yourselves god damn it! You could have just let me die with you? I didn't want to live without you, I didn't want to live without you, I COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!... I was only 7 years old...'

His extended family members who had turned away from becoming his guardian as they had been struggling with issues as his Maternal Uncle had relapsed back into alcoholism and gambling as he couldn't cope, just like himself, his Aunt-in-law had tried of course to pull him out of it but that hadn't ended well and they separated and divorced, that was the last straw for his Uncle as everything came crashing down on him on the day and he ended up commiting suicide, "If only I had been there, if only I had stayed with him we could have went to marriage counselling and worked things out" She had said at his obituary at the funeral, she too followed his steps and tried but failed to commit suicide and was put into a mental hospital as her guilt and depression broke her mind, 'I guess, my family just couldn't ever cope with deaths, ironic as our last name is Shibō…' then, his cousins had also been moved into a foster system alongside him, although they tried to stick together they had all eventually been separated, the last time he had seen one of them was 5 years ago when he found out they had been living a happy life as they had been adopted.

Him being moved into an amazing and caring foster family that had allowed him to try and heal his scars and wounds, he had developed a familial relationship with that family and he had even called one of them his father this family had been thought to be his new life his new beginning and he hoped they could adopt him, this hope however hadn't ever been realized.

The foster system has forced him to move into a home, he thought that this one would be the same as the previous one with a loving and caring family, however he was wrong, this family had only cared about keeping up their appearances and when ever he had done something "wrong" they abused him for it, they only told him his mistakes and issues but never tried to help him, they worsened some of his own issues and made him bury them deep inside, eventually he couldn't keep hiding the abuse and had told a 3rd party, this made everything worse as the other party told his abusers who had put the abuse into another gear because "How dare you try to ruin my family?! We took you off the streets, gave you a home, food and a bed to sleep in and this is how you treat us?! You fucking.." -Lets just say, that he had expanded his vocabulary quite a bit that day, heck, he even learned that when stringing a variety of descriptive words for an insult, the end result hurts out a lot more-

The eventual moving to XXXX, Japan -with a scholarship that he had worked his ass of for- hoping that it would be true restart for his life, him remaking his image and changing from a pessimist to a hopeful optimist trying to find a way to escape, this however has proved useless as the same things had happened the time he went to a new school, he had been isolated by his classmates as he had been a very late transfer student, his only friend he had successfully made was also an isolated and lonely person, Amamiya Hiroto.

His helplessness as he watched the death of his classmates and teachers who after 3 months of being forced to interact had now just started barely accepting him as a new classmate and possible acquaintance, he still of course hadn't made any new friends as there still had been a distant as these people had known each other for years, he was still an outsider to them.

Him giving up on life as watched his only friend try to save one of his classmates only to fall towards the icy water and never resurface, he then committed suicide just like his family had done and jumped off of the cruise into the chilling cold waters.

His view on the world began to crumble, the thoughts of suicide that had been present seconds earlier now came coming back with the emotions that had been released made the process just a lot worse, and he now wished that he hadn't chosen to reborn, his new positive view on life that he spent months crafting and thinking on was slowly changing, it's beautiful light was changed to a Gray and then black which consumed everything that he once had held dear to him, 'Why does this have to happen to me? I can't even save her life when it's my fault she's dying, if only I hadn't struggled and resisted, if only I let things go and accepted it, and yet it still hurts so much, and now I'm stuck back here in the soulless tar that is my life' Hepius thought sadly as he began to accept his fate of living in darkness.

"You will be okay, everything's going to be okay, momma's going to be watching over you so don't worry, so chin up cause I'll be there with you forever" A warm and weak voice began to call from the hospital bed, this seemingly insignificant voice created gaps within the ceiling of the black tar like substance within his kind that has tainted his memories.

'I don't think I can do it… I don't think I can get out,' Hepius thought as he began to fight back once more, all the while he was drowning within the bottom of the black tar, the black tar on the ceiling was now slowly consuming the light that had pierced through. His body right had been a complete mess as tears and snot went everywhere.

Almost as if she could hear his sufferings she offered the only thing she could at this point, a mother's love "I know you can, I'll forever be with you no matter what, through thick and thin, through dark and light I'll be standing by your side and giving you support, if I can't do that, I'll watch you and cheer you on and when everything's all done, you can know and understand that you tried your hardest to like the best and most fulfilling life, just like I could" She ended her reassurance and slowly rested her eyes and body, the black tar was washed away in the beautiful, warm orange light that filled his mind just like sunlight after a gloomy downpour.

'... I'll give it the best I can, I'll help as many as I can so that they don't have to suffer the same way I did, and I'll do more, I'll make you proud to call yourself my mother' he thought in determination as he regained control over his body and stopped his crying, he slowly began to force his hands towards his mother trying to grasp her. The nurse, noticing this, walked over the nearly dead woman and placed his body into the woman's weak grasp.

The two of them embraced as she took her last breaths, 'I choose [ Canis Lykaon ]', he thought as he felt her beat underneath his tiny body stop, his eyes also streaked with tears that he forced away.

[ Confirmation on choosing [ Canis Lycaon ]

Y/N ]

'Yes' he confirmed, "Wahhh" he suddenly screamed in pain as a sudden pain began to emit from his chest, 'It feels like something is being forced into me!' He thought as his soul had begun to reform as to fit [ Canis Lykaon ] who after the reformation fit as if it had always been there within his soul, 'So this is [ Canis Lykaon ]? Dog God of the Black Blade, one of the 13 Longinus which have the capabilities of killing a god, not that I will have to kill them. Rodcorte seemed like a relatively nice guy, he even reassured me…'

He was now ready, ready for the new challenges and hardships, ready for his new life, -the demons of his life had been defeated, their effects and lasting scars would stay, however he would still try and heal,- he now, wasn't the teenager or child he had once been he would deal with his mental problems one at a time, he was now had a new identity; Hepius, a new person in a new world with nothing to hold him back, and he would be damned if he wasn't going to live up to his new mother's expectations, his previous parents expectations and would make them proud.

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{ Author Note(3): Is that a Chekhov's gun or what? I mean, having the ability to kill a god and then saying you won't kill a god… He's gonna kill god }