The world Lucian had created was not one but four — an amalgamation born from impossible convergence. High School DxD, Danmachi, Tensura, and Seven Deadly Sins had bled into one another, forming a reality where the divine, the demonic, and the absurd coexisted under a single, fragile logic.
It was a strange fusion — where angels might drink tea with goddesses… though, come to think of it, that could already happen in the DxD verse anyway. Sacred Gears hummed beside magic crystals, and both Sona and Rias Gremory possessed Unique Skills — a phenomenon unheard of in the original worlds.
Unique Skills here were easier to acquire than in Tensura, but still far from common. They were personal manifestations of one's soul — gifts that even High-Class Devils might live and die without. Yet when one was born into a noble house, when one's siblings sat on thrones of political and magical power, the odds inevitably tilted in one's favor.
That, at least, was what Sona Shitori understood as she pushed open the clubroom door and took in the scene.
Her violet eyes narrowed.
The air shimmered faintly with the remnants of a fight. The scent of ozone mingled with the faint metallic tang of blood. At the center of the chaos lay a corpse — the enslaver — and beside him stood a boy, dazed and breathing unevenly, dust clinging to his clothes.
Lucian White.
Sona's gaze flickered. The world around her fractured into motes of light — white for common skills, yellow for advanced, red for unique. Her Unique Skill, Scholar's Edition, activated instinctively. Through it, she could analyze and temporarily recreate another's skill — a lattice of data overlaying reality itself.
And what she saw made her pause.
Four crimson orbs.
Two above the corpse.
Two above the stranger.
Her brows furrowed. "Two Unique Skills… both of them?"
That shouldn't have been possible. The enslaver's death was no loss — she'd never consider adding a criminal like that to her peerage — but the boy possessing two Unique Skills was another matter entirely.
The gears of calculation began to turn.
Lucian had almost been enslaved. Anyone in that position would recoil from even the suggestion of servitude — meaning she couldn't invite him into her peerage, not yet. But gratitude was a seed easily planted. Friendship, easier still. And once trust bloomed...
A faint, thoughtful smile curved her lips. "Interesting."
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Meanwhile, Lucian was still trying to process what the hell had just happened.
First, he'd been kidnapped by some creep running a black-market magic ring. Then that same creep got vaporized by his own attack — reflected by a girl who looked like she'd just stepped out of a high-budget anime. And now, standing before him, was another girl who radiated authority so strong it could probably bend bureaucracy itself.
Sona Shitori.
He recognized her instantly.
And if his genre-savvy instincts were right, she wasn't just an overachiever with glasses — she was the younger sister of a Maou.
In anime logic, the Student Council President was the highest authority in existence — above teachers, kings, and occasionally even gods.
In this world? Probably not an exaggeration.
Still, Lucian couldn't complain. This was his golden ticket — his inroad into the supernatural side of Kuoh Academy. Maybe even a chance to meet Rias Gremory herself.
Of course, that sounded noble: to free her from her oppressive engagement. But let's be honest — Lucian had zero interest in being a gallant hero. He just wanted to pull off the "save the beauty" routine, impress Rias, and kickstart his selfish little dream of building a harem.
A dumb dream? Sure. But he wasn't in the mundane world anymore. He was in a universe where men gained dragon powers by yelling "Oppai!" and still managed to get girls.
And really — with how the breast sizes here defied physics, who could even blame them?
Lucian's thoughts drifted off, not toward enlightenment, but toward the forest of mangoes that locals called "average cup sizes."
"Focus, man," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
Sona and her peerage were already at work, moving with a kind of calm precision that screamed discipline. Magic circles glimmered faintly as they sealed the area and inspected the corpse.
Just as they began preparing to dispose of the body, Lucian spoke up.
"Wait a second… can I, uh, hit him once? For therapeutic reasons."
Tsubaki looked at him, brow raised. "He's dead."
"Yeah, that's the point," Lucian said with forced solemnity. "Trauma release. Spirit cleansing. Very, uh... cathartic process."
In truth, it was an excuse. He wanted to test Extractor — his Unique Skill.
Kneeling beside the corpse, he placed his hand over the body. Magic pulsed faintly beneath his skin, too subtle for the untrained eye, but not for Sona. Her gaze sharpened, though she said nothing, choosing instead to watch silently.
A quiet chime resonated in Lucian's mind.
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{Unique Skill: Seer — Extracted.
Extractor:
Unique: 1/3
Extra: 0/6
Common: 0/12}
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Lucian's lips twitched. Not bad.
He'd expected something minor, but "Seer" sounded incredibly useful — a skill capable of gauging general power levels and threat potential. It even complemented his Analytic Assistant.
For a moment, he almost laughed. His luck really had been absurd lately.
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As Sona's peerage cleaned up, Tsubaki approached him with clipboard in hand, her tone softening. "Can you tell us your name? And… what exactly happened here?"
Lucian hesitated. His mind raced.
One glaring flaw in his Essence of the Nomad — no paperwork. No ID, no passport, no digital footprint.
He could lie and say, I lost my documents, but that was easy to verify. If anyone decided to check with the embassy, his story would collapse instantly.
He needed something unverifiable.
"My name's Lucian," he began, lowering his voice, letting just enough confusion and melancholy seep in. "I… don't really know how I ended up in Japan. One moment I was walking, and then—" He gestured vaguely to the ruined room. "—this. Like I got teleported out of nowhere."
"Teleported?" Tsubaki repeated, frowning. "By who?"
He shook his head. "I wish I knew. I don't really know much about the supernatural side of the world."
Tsubaki's stern expression softened. "I see… I'm sorry. That must have been frightening."
Lucian shrugged lightly, managing a weary smile. "I've had worse days."
"If you'd like," she offered gently, "I can lend you my phone. You could call someone — family, a friend—"
He cut her off softly. "There's no one to call."
The bitterness in his voice wasn't entirely an act. In truth, he really didn't have family or friends — not here, not anywhere in this world.
For a moment, the air grew still. Even the faint hum of residual magic seemed to hush.
Sona, who'd been pretending not to listen, exhaled quietly through her nose. So he's alone…
That complicated things. Or perhaps, she thought, it made them simpler.
Her Queen wanted to send him home — ever the responsible one — but Sona saw opportunity where others saw trouble.
A mysterious young man with two Unique Skills, no background, and clear supernatural resistance? Not a threat — at least not yet. More like an investment.
She adjusted her glasses, concealing the gleam of curiosity in her eyes.
"Tsubaki," she said smoothly, "see that he's taken care of. Food, rest, perhaps some new clothes. We'll discuss what to do with him later."
"Yes, President."
Lucian blinked. "I think I can manage the stay — don't wanna intrude too much, you know? If that's okay with you?"
Sona smiled politely — the kind of smile that answered questions before they were asked. "Of course. But I believe it's in everyone's best interest if you stay somewhere safe for the night, don't you agree?"
Her tone left no room for argument.
Lucian sighed inwardly. "Guess I'm in the care of you ladies now."
"Indeed," Sona replied with a small, knowing smile. "Consider it… a gesture of budding friendship."
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As they led him out of the building, the moon hung low above Kuoh Academy. Silver light spilled across the courtyard, painting the night in serene stillness — the kind that always comes right before a storm.
Lucian glanced back once at the spot where the enslaver's body had been.
Awakening two Unique Skills.
Nearly enslaved.
Now standing under the scrutiny of a devil princess who already viewed him as a potential chess piece.
He chuckled softly. "Man… this world really doesn't do half measures."
Neither did fate.
Because in saving him, Sona Shitori had unknowingly introduced another wild variable into the great supernatural game — one whose ripples would soon stretch across worlds.
A/n: After yesterday's question and getting a few suggestions, I've decided to use an Essence to change MCs race, instead of him turning into a Devil. I'm thinking of Essence of Phoenix, Essence of Overlord or Essence of LitRPG Race/Class Database. I can also use Essence of Racial Creation but that one is more focused on creating a new race and faction.
Anyways, thanks for the support, keep up the comments and suggestions.