DxD: I Steal Luck

When Blake finally emerged from his trance, the bell signaling the end of class rang. He opened his strikingly blue eyes, their brilliance now tinged with an ethereal glow. His already magnetic aura seemed enhanced, exuding an enchanting charm that drew the attention of the entire classroom, especially the girls.

"Class is over? Oh, right, I'm a member of the Kendo Club," Blake muttered, picking up his cloth-wrapped sword before leaving the classroom.

Most students couldn't carry real swords on school grounds, but thanks to his sister's influence—and Rias Gremory's permission—Blake enjoyed this special privilege.

Walking through the school corridors, Blake noticed girls casting admiring glances his way. Though he appreciated their admiration, he maintained his aloof demeanor.

"This 'cool and distant' image is working well for me. At least it keeps unnecessary trouble at bay," Blake thought, relieved.

However, his thoughts turned serious as he addressed Sia, "If my family is so renowned in this world, why aren't they mentioned in the original story? Wouldn't someone like Rias be interested in recruiting me as a servant?"

"That's because the Silverstone family doesn't truly exist in this world, Master," Sia explained sweetly. "Your presence here caused changes, creating this new backstory for you."

"So that's how it is…" Blake muttered, dismissing his doubts. He had no time to dwell on such matters; with only two months until the main story began, he needed to grow stronger, fast.

Failing to do so meant risking his life in a world teeming with devils, angels, and dragons. And there were certain characters—Rias, Akeno, Koneko—he had no intention of leaving to Issei Hyoudou.

As Blake strategized his path to power, a sweet, familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Blake-kun, are you adjusting well to school life here?"

Blake turned, only to be struck speechless.

What was the most beautiful shade of red in existence?

Was it the crimson of roses? The hue of blood? The brilliance of gemstones?

No. Blake could now confidently declare: none of the above.

The Most Striking Red in the World Is the Color of Hair

Whoosh!

A gentle breeze drifted across the campus, brushing past the track field and the vivid crimson strands of hair fluttering in the wind.

Standing amidst it all was a tall, elegant young woman with waist-length scarlet hair. She raised one hand to steady her windswept locks while casually letting the other rest at her side, her every motion exuding an effortless grace.

She carried herself with the dignified air of a noble heiress, radiating a refined and regal aura.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful—so flawless it seemed like a visage one might only encounter in dreams. Yet, what captivated the eye most was the cascade of fiery red hair that framed her figure.

"Blake, are you all right?"

Rias's voice was tinged with concern as she addressed him. She had kept an eye on this aloof underclassman since he'd enrolled, never once seeing him lose his composure.

"Thank you for your concern, Rias-senpai. I'm fine," Blake replied evenly, his cool demeanor quickly returning after being startled by her voice. Rias might be stunning, but he wasn't the type to lose himself over a pretty face. More importantly, behaving too differently from usual might raise suspicion—something he could not afford.

Certain changes required time.

"Is that so? That's good to hear. It's almost time for club activities, so I'll leave you be."

Seeing Blake back to his usual self, the hint of doubt in Rias's mind dissipated. With a gentle smile, she passed by him and headed into the distance.

"Hmm, seeing her in person really lives up to the reputation…"

Watching Rias's retreating figure, Blake shook his head and made his way toward the kendo club. While he'd retained memories of her appearance, this was their first actual meeting.

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Time flowed by like water. After hours in the kendo club, Blake wiped the sweat from his brow and finally left the campus. The other members had long since gone, and the sky had grown completely dark.

Over the past few hours, Blake had honed his various abilities, handling them as if they were second nature.

"Even though a whole day has passed, this still feels like a dream," he muttered, navigating the shadowy streets with ease, darting through narrow alleys in an effort to reach home as quickly as possible.

Zzzt! Zzzt!

Abruptly, Blake stopped in his tracks. He heard strange, unsettling noises that sent a chill down his spine. His gaze shifted to the high walls of the alley, where a shadowy figure loomed, coiling in the darkness.

Whoosh!

As Blake looked up, a sharp whistling sound tore through the air. His pupils shrank as he leaped back just in time.

The instant he moved, a barrage of black, needle-like projectiles embedded themselves into the ground where he had been standing, piercing deep into the concrete.

Had he reacted even a moment later, he would have been riddled with holes.

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(A/N: Throw your power stones and comment on this book, please! It will motivate me!)