If you're a fan of sci-fi or horror films, you've likely seen scenes where the military or police mobilize against unknown creatures.
If you've watched such shows, you can easily picture the current state of Fuyuki, no, the entire Asia, and indeed the world.
The situation can't merely be called catastrophic; it's downright unnatural.
Today started as an ordinary day, life proceeding as usual.
Students went to school, workers to their jobs, everything was normal, calm, and serene.
But this tranquil, unremarkable day was shattered an hour after most students' lunch break by an extraordinary presence that turned the world upside down.
First came an abrupt shift in the skies, followed by yellow rain pouring down, eroding school playgrounds. As the rain flooded the ground, even steel equipment melted into molten iron.
Yet, bizarrely, this rain, capable of corroding steel and gold, caused no harm to human skin.
What was happening? Some veteran officers rubbed the murky rain from their eyes, wondering if last night's drinks had clouded their minds, conjuring hallucinations.
But as yellow floodwaters surged through, they realized this was no illusion, the city was genuinely flooding!! A sudden deluge radiating from a central point.
Red alerts blared across Japan and the world. Citizens and students began an unannounced, unforeseen emergency evacuation drill.
Initially, some grumbled at the alarms disrupting classes or work, reluctant to comply.
That changed when the ground trembled, cities shook, and floods, fissures, or chilling winds, seemingly natural disasters but driven by supernatural forces, struck, prompting screams and eager cooperation with evacuation orders.
Residents fled along government-designated routes, while officers moved toward the cleared zones, in stark contrast to the exodus.
To uncover the truth behind this eerie phenomenon, city police held back, first deploying high-tech drones to scout. Unsurprisingly, these modern devices, barely dispatched, exploded mid-air before reaching the disaster's source, as if crushed by an otherworldly force, scattering dazzling sparks like fireworks, their wreckage raining down.
Helicopters and cameras met the same fate, obliterated instantly.
Even equipped officers were blown away by this anomalous force, retreating to nearby cover, observing while requesting further intel from command.
Faced with this unprecedented scenario, they dared not act rashly, remaining vigilant for higher orders.
The response? Cease advancing, retreat to the city's rear, continue evacuating civilians, and replace them with drone squads or unmanned vehicles. Self-Defense Forces would take over, deploying satellites and high-lethality weapons typically banned in urban combat.
This order only deepened the chaos and confusion.
What was happening? With Self-Defense Forces and satellites mobilized, urban officers couldn't fathom the situation. Their clearance level denied them core details, leaving them clueless about their adversary after so long.
But they were relieved to withdraw. Humanity's greatest fear is the unknown. They'd rather face desperate criminals than an invisible, faceless entity.
How do you defeat an opponent you can't even see?
Yet the ordeal didn't end there. As officers organized civilian retreats, countless buildings and steel structures began trembling violently, corroding at an accelerated rate. Yellow rain swirled in the air, coalescing into a colossal yellow giant, dozens of meters tall.
Like a scene from a monster movie, an ancient beast awakened, venting its rage, the ground splitting and skies crumbling.
The yellow giant seized an armored vehicle, its monstrous arm of turbid yellow flow hurling it at a drone. The vehicle and drone tangled, crashing to the earth.
Boom!!
Another burst of sparks. Explosions hadn't ceased since the conflict began, the apocalyptic scene unrelenting.
"What… what is all this?!!"
Huddled behind rocks for meager safety, officers clutched their dust-caked hair, throats trembling with helpless, anguished cries.
On main streets, many broke down, screaming and fleeing.
It was beyond human resistance, an entity mortals couldn't challenge.
This wasn't cowardice. One glance at the monster shattered mental defenses.
A veteran officer, still at the front, stabbed a dagger into his thigh, using pain to quell the deep-seated terror, daring to peer toward the explosion's source.
And then…
What did he see?
Beneath swirling smoke, he saw shattered asphalt, ground plowed as if freshly tilled.
Then, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, he saw…
Amid the smoke, a lithe figure in a blue cotton robe, styled like a medieval druid, sprinting desperately, pursued by the massive yellow giant tracking his path.
What in the world?!
Why were monsters and druids in the city?
If this was an alien invasion, shouldn't futuristic soldiers or men in black appear? Or at least a giant of light from another planet? What was with this medieval druid straight out of a film set?!
It was like waking to see a cosmic monster chasing a druid through a modern city…
In that fleeting glance, the officer's mind froze.
But Cú Chulainn, racing for his life from the beast behind, had no time to care about onlookers' thoughts. He knew slowing down meant being crushed by the monster's foot.
"Get out of the way! If you don't want to die, leave now!!"
Seeing the officer, tense to the breaking point, almost shell-shocked, Cú Chulainn shouted impatiently.
His yell shattered the officer's last mental barrier. A trembling hand twitched, firing the gun aimed at Cú Chulainn.
Bang!!
A flash of sparks, the bullet whistling from the barrel.
"Hm?"
But this pinnacle of human destructiveness lost all threat.
Cú Chulainn didn't bother dodging, flicking his staff to swat the bullet mid-air, glaring at the officers with irritation. Perhaps out of a shred of mercy, he issued a final warning.
"Scram! That thing back there's beyond you useless grasshoppers! Want to live? Get out!!"
With that, Cú Chulainn fulfilled his duty, resuming his agile sprint toward the city's outskirts, aiming for a mountain hideout.
I'm the nimble hound of the hills, you can't catch me.
"Ah… ah?"
The warning stunned the officer, but glancing back, Cú Chulainn's frantic figure was already fading.
The nightmare was far from over,
"Haha, Yog-Sothoth, look! Our little puppy's running so fast!"
"Right, right, Nug, he's super quick!"
"Don't run, puppy! Didn't you say you'd stop our mischief? We're right here, why flee? Not gonna stop us? Let's play!" ×2.
Cú Chulainn, hearing Nug and Yeb's taunts from afar, turned back furiously to retort.
"Damn it! Who'd play with you monsters? You call that playing? You're after my life!!"
He'd sensed magical fluctuations in the city, near a school, and went to check if some reckless foreign magus dared cause trouble in his protected turf, ready to teach them a lesson.
At first, seeing two young girls, he dismissed them as novices on the magical path, lacking discipline in concealing their presence, just kids acting out, needing a quick scolding and expulsion.
But…
When they heard he wanted to "play," the girls, no, these little terrors, lit up, chirping, "Yay, yay!"
In an instant, a confident Cú Chulainn was swept away by a sudden flood, reduced to a drenched dog before he could comprehend the situation.
A dozens-of-meters-tall giant and cataclysmic power manifested in these girls, unrelentingly targeting him.
No explanation needed, they were leagues beyond him, and they'd taken his words literally.
Their idea of "playing" was… toying with him like a plaything!!
What a joke?!
Fight that? I'd die!!
These things were scarier than the legendary beasts of his era! No way he could win!!
To avoid becoming a dead dog, Cú Chulainn bolted, leading Nug and Yeb on a chaotic chase.
Their playful pursuit, lost in the thrill, triggered a cascade of disasters.
After Cú Chulainn fled, the officer saw a pair of twin sisters in pale yellow dresses following close behind.
They zipped past at incomprehensible speeds, kicking up a fierce gale. On closer inspection, the yellow giant moved in sync with their steps, mirroring their actions.
Wherever they passed, skyscrapers and asphalt crumbled into finer rubble in an instant.
Their voices carried the gleeful tone of children teasing a pet, but their actions were anything but childish.
Ignoring the insignificant human ants, their mere passage unleashed shockwaves and storms, hurling officers skyward, leaving them half-dead from the fall.
"Ugh…"
The officers, battered from their rise and fall, barely opened their eyes to glimpse where the twins had gone, their physical and mental torment intensifying.
"What's happening…"
First, a druid on the streets, now destructive twin sisters from who-knows-where.
Police, Self-Defense Forces, modern tech, and countless buildings were like toys, casually dismantled. Common sense and physics seemed to vanish.
What was this chaotic mess?!
"Those girls, what kind of monsters are they? Aliens, bioweapons, or… gods?"
As a cop, a warrior protecting citizens, a staunch materialist…
He now questioned the worldview he'd lived by, wondering if gods truly existed.
"Gods… do you exist?"
"If I survive, I'm hitting the nearest temple, lighting incense, begging for blessings… I'm dying… my bones are broken… ugh…"
Unable to move, the officer used his last strength to activate his communicator, trembling as he spoke.
"Everyone… retreat… don't stay in C3… run… it's not something humans can fight…"
"We're already, already… beep beep beep…"
Before he finished, the crackling communicator, damaged in the fall, gave out, leaving only garbled noise for other regions' officers.
At that moment, every being on the planet shared a heartfelt question:
"What's wrong with this world?"
Meanwhile, in a London district.
Countless impure entities, dense, writhing tendrils, erupted from the ground and walls, countless eyes blanketing the sky.
The Clock Tower, caught unaware, was half-demolished by these tendrils.
Miraculously, this catastrophe caused minimal casualties.
A young man seated on a throne of twisted tendrils gazed down at a blonde girl wielding a holy sword, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Propping his cheek, he looked at Artoria condescendingly and spoke, "Little girl, is that all you've got?"
"Unleash that holy sword. Show me the maximum output the main stage of this record can muster."
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Hi guys, Elenea here! I just want to announce that starting now I'll be trying to focus on my own original fanfic, which I've been thinking about for the past few days (lol I really mulled this over briefly for a few days and decided I'm going to make it a full novel).
[Worse Than the Devil (DxD)]
Synopsis:
Devil.
An evil and chaotic creature, born from hell, which are often a scapegoat for humans. Blamed for the atrocities they themselves commit.
"The devil made me do it."
A phrase always uttered by humans after committing crimes, casting blame and responsibility for their wrongdoings onto the devil.
But not all humans are like that, for there is one man who would gleefully commit atrocities that would be condemned by all of human history and accept the blame and responsibility for those wrongs with open arms.
His name is Michael, but in stark contrast to the meaning of his name 'Who is like God' he is not a devout man who draws near to God's embrace. Instead… he is the one who sends lost sheep to meet God's embrace much faster.
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Btw, a quick note before you decide to read, if you have a heart as pure as glass, I suggest you don't read this because it REALLY gets dark to early. The first chapter will give you a little idea of what I might explore later on in this fanservice harem-themed world like DxD.
Adios!