"Heh, I'm not asking for much—just one Sacred Gear per person. That's fair, right?"
Shuo's voice dripped with playful intent.
Azazel nearly choked, eyes bulging.
"One each?! Are you kidding me?"
He could practically taste blood in his mouth. Sacred Gears weren't mass-produced cabbages—how did Shuo think he could hand them out like party favors?
The rest of the group exchanged amused glances, quietly enjoying the spectacle. Yubelluna, Tsubasa Yura, Ruruko Nimura, and the other women lit up at the prospect, their eyes sparkling with adoration. Akeno covered her mouth, giggling at Azazel's misfortune.
"Shuo, this is straight-up extortion! Even if I've made a few artificial Sacred Gears, there's no way I've got enough for everyone."
Azazel wore the look of a man being mugged in broad daylight.
"Four or five pieces, tops. That's all I can manage."
Shuo shrugged, grinning.
"Works for me. I'm not that greedy."
He understood Azazel's limits. Besides, he could always upgrade his girls' gear later.
Azazel gave him a sour look, realizing he'd been hustled—and there was no way out.
Suddenly, the voices of Albion and Ddraig echoed from within Vali and Lux.
"Shuo Nangong, we sense a familiar aura from you. Tell us—was it truly you who slew us during the ancient three-faction war?"
The question landed like a thunderclap. Rias and the other girls looked bewildered.
Killed the Two Heavenly Dragons?
When did Shuo do that?
Wasn't it the combined might of the three ancient factions that took them down?
Sirzechs stepped in, quietly explaining the truth of that long-ago battle. As the story unfolded, shock rippled through the group—Rias, Vali, Lux, everyone. Eyes widened, expressions turned grave.
They all turned to Shuo, waiting.
Shuo arched an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Tsk. Looks like I made quite the impression—you still remember my aura after all this time. Can't blame you."
Gasps and stunned silence followed.
That was as good as a confession.
Even those who'd suspected—Michael, Sirzechs, the dragons themselves—felt the magnitude of Shuo's admission.
Unfazed by their shock, Shuo continued.
"Back then, I managed a little time travel through some special means. Ended up smack in the middle of the Biblical God's battle with Beast Emperor 666. I helped the Biblical God take down 666, but that caused some nasty spatial backlash, so I kept it quiet."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.
"Afterwards, the Biblical God and I returned to Heaven. We set up a series of plans to keep the world on track. The rest… well, you know how it played out."
The room fell dead silent.
Michael finally broke the hush, eyes wide with awe.
"Time travel… That's almost beyond belief. Shuo-kun, you're still hiding powers none of us can imagine."
Everyone nodded. Shuo always had another trump card—like the dragon phantom earlier.
Azazel couldn't resist.
"Hey, Shuo—can you tell us what's up with that dragon phantom? It seemed even stronger than Great Red. We're dying to know."
Shuo snorted internally.
Country bumpkin—never seen anything like this, huh?
But seeing the expectant faces around him, he relented.
"Just think of that dragon as a being from another world, currently residing in me. I can tap its power whenever I want."
He let out a breath, deciding to lay it all out.
"Actually, a lot of my abilities come from different worlds."
The bombshell dropped. Sirzechs, Azazel, Michael, Vali, Lux—everyone froze, minds reeling.
Other worlds?
In the DxD universe, only Great Red and the Biblical God had any inkling such things existed.
Albion and Ddraig were especially shaken.
"Shuo Nangong… are dragons from other worlds all that powerful?"
Shuo smiled.
"Not a chance. My dragon is almost unbeatable—only the rarest universes have beings at this level."
He paused, eyes drifting skyward.
"But…"
The word hung in the air. Everyone leaned in.
"But there's a world close to ours. In the near future, it'll invade. Even Great Red—the True Red Dragon God Emperor—gets killed by the demon gods of that world."
He let the revelation sink in.
"That's why the Biblical God kept creating God-Slaying Tools—to boost our world's strength and prepare for the otherworldly invasion."
The news hit like a tidal wave. The three faction leaders blanched; even the Two Heavenly Dragons and Rias's group turned pale, fear etched into their faces.
Azazel clung to hope.
"Shuo, are you serious? Are those demon gods really that strong?"
Shuo's gaze was steady, his tone grave.
"Absolutely. In their own world, they wiped out all organic life. The three of them are mechanical beings—brutal, insanely powerful. They're called Mechanical Evil Gods."
Despair threatened to swallow the room. If Great Red could be slain, what chance did anyone else have?
Shuo saw the panic and decided to dial it back.
"Tsk, don't look so hopeless. You've still got me, don't you? Those three barely scrape triple-digit power—I could crush them in seconds."
The mood flipped in an instant.
"Shuo-chan!"
Rias, Akeno, and the others lit up with hope.
Azazel's eyes sparkled, a relieved smile breaking through the gloom.
"Right… how could we forget? With Shuo and that terrifying dragon on our side, we're not out of the fight yet."
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