As a Gamer In DxD World

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As she left the room, I muttered under my breath and pulled up my stats screen.

[Stats]

Name: Shiro

Age: 15

Race: Dragon/Human Hybrid

Title: Lightning Dragon Emperor

Fame: None

Sacred Gear: Voltaris, the Lightning Dragon God of Chaos

Level: 60

HP: 2,650/2,650

MP: 17,000/17,000

Stamina: 2,350/2,350

Strength: 92

Endurance: 92

Agility: 92

Intelligence: 92

Wisdom: 92

Points: 140

Money: $82,000

"Damn," I muttered, impressed. "I'm seriously stacked."

Voltaris's voice chimed in. "Yes, you are. But do me a favor: don't allocate those points until all your base stats hit 100."

I frowned. "Why? What's the point of holding back?"

"Self-control training," Voltaris replied simply.

"Hey, I've got plenty of self-control," I shot back defensively.

"Chocolate," he deadpanned.

"Where?!" I whipped my head around, scanning the room for the nonexistent treat.

Voltaris chuckled, his tone smug. "I rest my case."

"You're such a dick," I muttered, shaking my head.

"Says the one who's an 'asshat,'" he countered.

I snorted. "Alright, you got me there."

"I always do."

Standing before the infamous Perverted Trio, I crossed my arms, exuding an air of authority. Their guilty faces and nervous fidgeting said it all—they'd been caught spying on the Kendo Club again. I glanced over at Tsubaki, who stood beside me, her expression calm but curious about what I had planned.

"So, what should we do with them?" Tsubaki asked, arching an elegant eyebrow.

I couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across my face as I turned back to the trio. Their pale faces told me they sensed they wouldn't like my answer.

"I've got just the thing to help cure their perverted ways," I said, my tone dripping with mock kindness.

Tsubaki tilted her head slightly, intrigued. "And what would that be?"

My grin widened. "The training dummies in the Kendo Club's practice room are getting a bit old, aren't they?"

She nodded, catching on quickly. "Why yes, they are. They've been needing replacements for a while."

I clapped my hands together as though the perfect solution had just come to me. "Well then, let's make them the substitutes."

Matsuda's face drained of all color as he stumbled forward in protest. "That's not fair! You can't just make students into training dummies!"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, but I can. The Kendo Club uses wooden swords, which are perfectly safe. Besides," I added, pulling out the club manual, "sparing is explicitly allowed, and it doesn't say anything about needing to provide the participants with swords. Nor does it specify that your hands need to be free."

The trio's panic intensified, their eyes darting between me and Tsubaki, who was doing a poor job of hiding her amusement. Matsuda looked like he was about to faint.

"B-but what about Issei?" Motohama stammered, clearly trying to save his own hide.

I turned my gaze to Issei, who looked just as panicked as the others. "Oh, since Issei is your leader," I said slowly, savoring the moment, "I've got a special punishment planned just for him."

The trio shared a collective shiver of dread, and Tsubaki's faint smile turned into a full-blown smirk.

"Good luck," she murmured as I walked past them to make the arrangements.

Progress:

Til Balance Breaker is unlocked: 54,978/500,000

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Shiro stood before the trembling Issei, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he crossed his arms. The remaining two members of the Perverted Trio had just been led off by Tsubaki to face their punishment, and now the rooftop belonged to Shiro and his new "student."

"I even got Sona to approve this," Shiro said casually, leaning against the rooftop fence.

Issei's face turned pale. "What are you planning?" he asked nervously, stepping back slightly.

Shiro's smirk widened. "Oh, I'll tell you. But only after the two witnesses are out of earshot. Also, don't expect to see them around tomorrow."

Issei swallowed hard, his imagination running wild. Before he could ask anything else, Tsubaki's voice interrupted. "Let's go, you two. Your punishment awaits," she said, leading the other two members away.

Once they were gone, Shiro turned his attention back to Issei, his expression softening slightly. "You know, I'd appreciate it if you toned down the perverted antics. It's starting to get on everyone's nerves."

Issei blinked. "Eh? But it's great! I mean, come on, it's the dream—"

Shiro let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, instead of giving you a punishment like theirs, I'm going to train you."

Issei's face instantly fell. "Can I just take the punishment instead?"

Shiro's grin turned predatory. "Oh, but don't you want a six-pack that all the girls can't resist touching?"

Issei's eyes widened like saucers, the idea visibly taking hold in his mind. Shiro knew he had him now.

Checkmate.

"Let's do this!" Issei shouted with determination, his earlier fear forgotten.

….

The two stood on the school's rooftop, the late afternoon breeze brushing past them. Sona had accompanied them, her arms crossed as she erected a soundproof magic barrier around the area.

Issei gulped, looking between Shiro and Sona. "Okay, what's first?"

Shiro cracked his knuckles, his smile turning sinister. "Endurance training."

The color drained from Issei's face. "Uh, Sona… isn't he not allowed to hit another student?"

Sona gave a nonchalant shrug, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Don't worry about it. This is special training."

Shiro rolled his shoulders, loosening up. "Come at me with everything you've got, Issei. No holding back."

Issei hesitated, glancing at Sona for reassurance, but all he got was an expectant look. With a resigned sigh, he clenched his fists. "Okay, but don't blame me if I knock you out!"

….

Shiro walked into the Occult Research Club carrying an unconscious Issei over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He was dressed in Goku Black's outfit, the dramatic flair of the clothing contrasting sharply with the worn-out look on his face. Issei, on the other hand, was out cold, his limbs dangling limply as if he'd gone through a war.

Rias immediately stood up, her face etched with worry. "What happened to him?"

Sona, who had followed them, stepped forward. "I gave Shiro permission to train him as part of his punishment."

Shiro carefully laid Issei on the couch, brushing off some imaginary dust from his hands before flopping onto another couch. Before he could fully relax, Koneko walked over and sat on his lap, curling up comfortably.

"Comfy?" Shiro asked, smiling down at her.

Koneko nodded, resting her head on his chest. "Yep."

Shiro leaned back, his hand absently stroking Koneko's hair as he turned to Kiba. "How's Asia? I heard she's in your class."

Kiba looked up from the book he was reading, his expression calm. "She's doing well. She's very popular with the other students, and everyone seems to like her."

"That's good to hear," Shiro said, visibly relieved.

Rias, however, looked distracted, her brow furrowed in thought. Shiro noticed and tilted his head slightly. (Wait… isn't this the day Fried Chicken comes around?)

"Rias, is something wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Rias sighed, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could, a brilliant white magic circle appeared in the room. The light was blinding for a moment, and when it faded, a stunning silver-haired woman stood before them. She exuded an aura of power and grace, her cold yet piercing gaze sweeping across the room.

Shiro's instincts kicked in, and he immediately used Observe.

Observe:

Name: Grayfia

Gender: Female

Race: Pure-Blooded Devil

Title: The Strongest Queen

Fame: Sirzechs's Maid

Level: 320

HP: 40,000/40,000

MP: 80,000/80,000

Stamina: 20,000/20,000

Strength: 310

Endurance: 315

Agility: 305

Intelligence: 310

Wisdom: 310

Luck: 100

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