DxD: I Steal Luck

"Kehehe! I didn't expect a mere human like you to dodge my attack. You're making me want to devour you even more!"

A grotesque, three-meter-tall black spider crawled along the wall, its eerie laughter grating against Blake Silverstone's ears. He frowned at the sound.

Under the dim streetlight, Blake caught a clearer view of the creature's form, and his expression hardened. It was hideous—beyond description.

Its massive body was that of a spider, monstrous enough on its own. But what truly disturbed him was the human face, covered in thick hair, grotesquely attached to its front. Green, viscous liquid dripped from its mouth, sizzling as it hit the ground.

"Encountering a monster right after arriving in this world… how unlucky."

Ding!

A voice rang in his mind.

Mission Issued: Eliminate the Lower-Class Stray Devil. Reward: 20 Luck Points.

Hearing the notification, Blake's lips curled into a faint smile, his gaze sharpening. He wasn't one to shy away from danger. If he couldn't even handle a mere lower-class stray demon, how could he hope to thrive in this world filled with gods and demons?

Seeing Blake stand his ground, the spider demon sneered cruelly. It enjoyed nothing more than hunting down terrified prey paralyzed with fear.

"Are you stupid? This terrain works to my advantage," Blake said coolly, unfastening the strap of the sword bag on his back. He pulled out a slender blade with a black scabbard adorned with intricate silver patterns.

Clang!

The sound of steel reverberated through the still night as Blake drew his blade—a gift from his sister, named Frost Whisper, given to him on his birthday two years ago.

"Arrogant little human!" the spider demon roared in fury. Its eight muscular legs propelled it forward with terrifying speed, closing the distance in an instant.

Half a meter from Blake, the demon raised one of its spiked front legs, aiming to impale him.

Crunch!

Blake sidestepped effortlessly, allowing the attack to bury itself into the ground with a grating noise.

"Too slow," he remarked, gripping Frost Whisper tightly. With a swift motion, he slashed downward at the spider demon's face.

Splurt!

"Aaaahhhh!"

A sickening sound echoed as Blake's blade tore a deep gash across the demon's face, sending green blood spraying into the air.

"You'll pay for this!" the spider demon screamed in rage, lunging forward with its jaws wide open, attempting to bite Blake.

Thwack!

Once again, Blake sidestepped the attack and retaliated, driving his blade through the demon's eye.

At that moment, Blake noticed the black hairs on the demon's body bristling. He immediately activated Perceptual Distortion, reducing the demon's reaction speed to a crawl.

As expected, black needles shot out like bullets, shredding the walls and pavement where Blake had just been standing.

Ordinarily, Blake wouldn't have been able to dodge such an attack. But with Perception Suppression weakening the demon's reflexes, it was no match for his skill and composure.

Instead of cornering its prey, the demon found itself outmaneuvered, its face slashed and one eye blinded.

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Dodging the frenzied spider demon's relentless attacks with the grace of a casual stroll, Blake Silverstone exploited the tight confines of the alleyway to his advantage. His blade moved swiftly, slashing at the spider demon's cumbersome body. Yet every strike either sparked against its tough exterior or was deflected by its needle-like hairs.

"Just as I suspected," Blake muttered, his ice-blue eyes flickering with calm calculation. "While Frost Whisper is sharp, it's ultimately an ordinary sword and not a mystical artifact. And as a mere human, even striking its weakest point ends with the blade snagging on bone. It's truly frustrating to be unable to break through its defenses…"

Having toyed with the spider demon to the brink of madness, Blake tightened his grip on the situation. His piercing gaze revealed a calm mastery over the battlefield. He gave a brief command.

"Sia, analyze the spider demon's stats."

"Yes, Master. One moment, please," came a soft, melodic voice in reply.

Immediately, a stream of data materialized before Blake's eyes.

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Name: Andreu, the Lost Devil

Level: Lower-Class Devil

Age: 40

Luck Value: 15 (Baseline: 20)

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"The number in parentheses must be a standard human's luck value," Blake mused. "Fifteen, huh? It's no wonder this thing's cannon fodder."

His lips curled into a faint smirk as he gave his next order. "Sia, initiate a basic luck siphoning on Andreu."

"As you wish, Master."

The moment the command was issued, Blake felt an unseen energy shift.

Ding! Luck siphoning successful. Andreu's luck reduced by 25 points. Current luck value: -10. Master's total luck is now 45.

Suddenly, the calm night sky darkened with roiling storm clouds. Blake, momentarily startled, watched as a massive bolt of blue lightning arced downwards with a deafening roar, striking the spider demon with merciless precision.

BOOM!

"AAARRRGH!!"

The monstrous hybrid screamed in agony, its body convulsing violently before collapsing into a charred, lifeless heap.

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Blake stood motionless, his chest rising and falling steadily. His eyes, still sharp and focused, examined the lifeless heap before him.

His grip on Frost Whisper tightened slightly. Though the battle was won, the rush of combat left him feeling unsettled.

"Sia, that felt… different. Was it the siphoning effect?"

The soft voice of Sia replied gently, "It was indeed, Master. You've adapted well to the use of the luck siphoning. Though you've only begun to tap into its potential, you must remember that this is just the start. There will be many more battles ahead."

Blake sighed, lowering his blade as he scanned the area around him. His expression softened, the tension slowly ebbing away.

"Thanks, Sia. I was too caught up in the fight… I still have a long way to go."

With a quiet smile, he added, "But that's fine. I'll keep pushing forward."

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