"Well, I always thought the Colt M1911 was pretty cool. It looked and felt… heavy."
With that simple thought, the page turned itself over.
You have completed the character creation process! The following is a summary of your "character". If you're unsure about something for your character, turn the page back and correct it NOW!
There, alongside a picture of myself, was my… character sheet.
Name: Daniel
Level: 01
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Perk List:
Eyes Everywhere
Sharpest Shooter
Trait List:
Darksign
Starting Equipment - Packin' Heat:
1 Colt M1911
50 .45 Bullets
1 Survival Knife
100 Dollars
1 Large Backpack
This… worked. Probably. Hopefully.
What didn't work was my picture, obviously. Olive skin, haggard neck-length hair, eyes that looked like they hadn't known sleep in a decade, an unshaven mug, and a face that was far too gaunt to be healthy.
…I needed to get that Godly Physique skill pronto. I was not getting a red-headed harem looking like that.
Feeling sure of my character, I turned the final page.
You are now an Incursor!
Please give the Guide back to our Lord and Father (or whoever's in charge that week) and enjoy your new life!
Happy Incursions!
Frowning, I closed the magazine and held it out toward the infinitely powerful being who created the universe.
"I'm done."
YHWH didn't even spare me a glance. He simply kept scribbling on his gigantic paperwork as the magazine floated from my hands and vanished.
He spoke, his voice flat and bored.
MAY YOUR TRAVELS BE SAFE AND MAY YOUR MORALS BE RIGHT BLAH BLAH BLAH YADDA YADDA YADDA.
Gaze still stuck on his paperwork, he gathered his thumb and index finger, preparing to snap.
OUT OF MY SIGHT.
And with the sonic equivalent of a thousand hydrogen bombs going off at once, my world went white.
….
The smell hit me first.
It was a vile stench, the scent of something that had been rotting for far too long, or perhaps it was simply the smell of shit. Both were equally viable guesses, and both felt like a stab to my freshly returned senses.
Then came the feeling of cold, wet, rough flooring against my legs, and the sensation of my back propped up against an equally rough wall.
I knew it before I even opened my eyes: I was lying in an alleyway. A particularly wealthy one, considering I was still wearing clothes and hadn't been mugged yet.
Blearily, I managed to dredge my eyelids open.
Grave mistake.
"Oh, FUCK!"
I squeezed my eyes shut in a panic, but it was too late. My vision continued to be violated, and I had no way to make it stop.
Eyes Everywhere had activated, and there was no off button.
I could see everything. Crystal clear. Every piece of trash beside me, to my left, to my right. Every jagged line of graffiti on the wall opposite me and the wall a few meters behind me, in a completely different alleyway. I could see my own face, my own back, my own body from every angle simultaneously.
All of this. At once. Always.
It was complete, agonizing visual overstimulation.
"Aaagh—Make it stop! AAAAGH!"
Safe to say, my first minutes in HighSchool DxD were less than dignified. It didn't help that I could perfectly witness how terrible I looked while I rolled around in the filth, trying to rip my own eyes out to escape the input.
In fact, I watched from a third-person perspective as two teenage girls decked out in school uniforms caught a glimpse of me from the sidewalk ten meters to my left. I watched their faces twist in complete fear before they sprinted away.
Truly, a unique experience.
It took ten minutes for my brain to start making the tiniest sense of the flood of new information. It took twenty to stop flinching every time a bug in the vicinity twitched a leg.
It took thirty for me to finally take a deep, shuddering breath and relax.
I could see everything within a twelve-meter radius around me. Every single little thing. Nothing escaped my notice.
Once the panic settled, all that was left was pure exhilaration.
I saw everything.
A wide, ugly smirk spread across my face.
"This is fucking amazing."
Deciding to move, I slowly tried to get up. Though it was a bit trippy using my new omnidirectional visual feedback for balance, I managed to stand on my own two feet.
"Heh… Hehehehe…."
It was weird—very weird—but I liked it. I could feel how, as I stood up, my sphere of sight lifted slightly with me.
I liked seeing more.
There was no way I could step out onto a sidewalk looking like a lunatic, so I decided to stick to the wall.
I took a single step.
My sight moved with me, expanding to reveal new details.
"This is so fucking cool."
Deciding to test my sight further, I waited for someone to walk by on the sidewalk to my left. Eventually, my radius picked up a pretty lady wearing office clothing. A tight skirt.
Jackpot.
I didn't even have to think about it; the information just was. That lady was wearing matching black underwear. Inside her purse were ten notes of 10,000—Yen? Yuan? Whatever—and inside her pockets were her cellphone and car keys. Judging by the doctor's note in her handbag, she had an appointment at three. She also had a single condom tucked inside her wallet.
I blinked. My sight continued to be perfect.
"What the fuck were they thinking giving this shit to me?" I couldn't help but mumble.
This was way too good. I was sure that if I focused, I could see all the guts and blood pumping inside the office lady, but thankfully it seemed that I needed to consciously want to do that to trigger it, AND—
…
"Okay, I could've gone my entire life without seeing that. Let's never do that again."
My displeasure was comically clear on my face—which I could see perfectly.
"Come on, Daniel, this is part of the process," I told myself, muttering like a crazy person. "The redhead harem with the mansion is waiting for us, and it isn't going to build itself."
It was depressing how that thought actually made me feel a little better. It was clear I had issues.
Speaking of issues, I was forgetting something important.
"Shit, I have perfect aim now, don't I?"
….
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