"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 342: Chaos in the Underworld
As Tenra had expected, escaping the pocket dimension was almost trivial with Dimension Lost in hand. One sweep of mist, and they were back home in the real world. The Kamiyo estate inside the pocket realm lay in ruins, but their true house was untouched—no sign of battle, no lingering threat.
After the nightmarish fight, the girls finally let themselves relax. Rias quickly checked in with her brother, Sirzechs, reporting everything that had happened. Minami and Asia moved through the rooms, tending to wounds and patching up battered spirits.
Ophis slipped away into other dimensions, gathering up every last escaped snake. When Tenra asked, she answered in her usual deadpan: half her power remained—Cao Cao's group had stolen the other half.
Half. Not a trivial amount, either. For Ophis, "half" wasn't just a couple Maou-class levels—it was the equivalent of ten, a hundred, maybe more. The loss was staggering.
Tenra felt the weight of responsibility. If only he'd anticipated Cao Cao's scheme, maybe he could've stopped them. But the truth was, his memory of DxD's plot was faded—he'd skimmed the story years ago, and so many details had blurred over time. It was what it was.
If he remembered right, Cao Cao's crew would use Ophis's stolen power to create a clone—Lilith, a perfect double. Ophis was more than a household mascot; she was Tenra's personal pet project, and he wasn't about to let anyone walk off with half her power. Later, he'd just take Lilith for himself.
Tenra stroked Ophis's head, silent promise burning behind his smile. Losing half her power stung, but at least he'd gained Dimension Lost—a small consolation, for now.
Just then, Rias finished her call with Sirzechs and hurried over, urgency written across her face.
"What's up, Rias?"
"Tenra, my brother needs us in the Underworld—immediately!"
"DXD: Infinite Loot System"The Underworld — Lucifaad, Capital of the Maou Territories
Responding to Sirzechs's summons, Tenra and Rias left Ravel, Ruffy, Ophis, and the others at home. They gathered Akeno, Yubelluna, and the rest, then raced to Lucifaad as fast as magic would allow.
"Tenra Kamiyo, Rias—you're finally here."
"Sairaorg, Seekvaira, Sona—you got called up too?"
The grand hall was packed, tension thick in the air. Tenra and Rias spotted Sairaorg, Seekvaira, and Sona Sitri immediately, each with their peerages clustered close.
"Any idea what's going on? This is a hell of a sudden summons."
"No clue. We were pulled in without warning. Must be something big."
"Definitely. Only five of us new-generation devils made the list. Everyone else is an old hand—top-tier high-class devils."
Whispers buzzed through the crowd. The mood was taut, anxious. Whatever had happened, it was enough to bring every major player to the table.
Tenra scanned the room. Sure enough, the only young devils present were Sairaorg's group. The rest were legends: Rating Game's Emperor Diehauser Belial, second-ranked Roygun Belphegor—even Tenra's own brother, Ruval Phenex, stood among them.
Diehauser and Roygun nodded in greeting, but kept their distance, deep in discussion. Ruval, though, broke away and approached Tenra's group.
"Tenra, Rias."
"Brother, what happened?"
Ruval's expression was grim. "You haven't heard the intel yet, I suppose. There's a riot in the Underworld."
"A riot? Is it the Old Satan Faction again?"
Tenra and Sairaorg exchanged sharp looks. Ruval nodded.
"They're involved, but it's bigger than that. Khaos Brigade, the Grim Reapers, and a slew of other factions are in on it. That's why Sirzechs called everyone in so urgently. Details will come soon."
He glanced at the five young devils. "You noticed, right? Only you five were summoned. This is a strategic council, and you're here as the strongest of your generation. It's a test—and an opportunity. From now on, you represent your families, not just yourselves."
Ruval's warning landed heavy. Tenra and the others traded looks, each reading the seriousness in the others' eyes.
"Thank you for waiting, everyone."
The hall doors swung open. Sirzechs entered, Grayfia beside him. Instantly, the room fell silent.
"My apologies for the urgent summons, but the Underworld needs your strength now."
Sirzechs wasted no time. He laid out the crisis: the Old Satan Faction, Khaos Brigade, Grim Reapers, and a host of dissidents, all launching a coordinated revolt. Riots were nothing new in the Underworld, but never on this scale. If they botched the response, everything could collapse.
The other Maou were already mobilizing, defending their territories. Sirzechs had called this council to strategize and assign roles.
The room came alive with discussion. Veterans tossed out plans, countermeasures, and contingencies. The pace was relentless, but never chaotic—every word had purpose.
Tenra, Sairaorg, and the rest had ideas, but the old guard covered every angle before they could speak. So they listened, absorbing every detail.
Within an hour, the battle plan was set. Assignments handed out. Sairaorg and Seekvaira got key roles.
But oddly, Tenra, Rias, and Sona were left out—no orders, no tasks. Even as the meeting ended, no one addressed them.
"Tenra Kamiyo, we're heading out."
"Take care, Sairaorg. Seekvaira."
One by one, the crowd departed. Sairaorg and Seekvaira left under Tenra's watchful gaze.
And then—
"Tenra Kamiyo, Rias, Sona Sitri—Lord Sirzechs and Lord Azazel are waiting for you. Please come with me."
Grayfia appeared before them, formal as ever.
Tenra, Rias, and Sona shared a knowing look. Of course. Being left for last meant something special was coming. Without a word, they gathered their teams and followed Grayfia down the hall…
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