I will become God-Harem King of the World! [Highschool DxD/Exalted] (CLOSED)

[X] Three Dots Appearance
[X] One Dot Charisma
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"I can still remember it clearly. The day the three of us met."

You turn around, and couldn't help but be shocked.

It has big eyes the color of pure green emeralds. A jaw that comes up to its ears, where lots of sharp fangs are growing out. There is a thick horn lining up on its forehead, and the scales that covers its body are red like magma. It has thick arms and legs like those of a gigantic tree. The claws look very sharp and terrifying. More than that, its pair of wings that are spread to the sides makes it look even bigger.

In front of you is a Dragon, one similar in form to the one from your Anima Banner. You never saw him before. But somehow you feel like you know this dragon.

"So we meet at least. Finally. Finally, I am able to appear in front of you." The dragon says, revealing himself to be the owner of the male voice.

So then, the other one must be...

You turn your head towards the other figure and like before you find yourself at a loss for words. Not because of shock, but because you're too mesmerized by the sight.

She is haunting beautiful, like the most perfect achievement of one of the great master sculptor of ancient Greece, with long, vibrant red hair and pale skin smooth like marble. Her features radiate authority and wisdom while still being very feminine. On her back a pair of pale luminescent white wings keep her afloat. Even the girls from Kuoh Academy, even the two famous Onee-sama, look like just mediocre when compared to her. Beside the wings she doesn't wear much, just a thin cloth and light armor over her arms, legs chest and crotch, leaving the rest exposed.

"Oppai!" You can't help but shout.

Sling!

And then you have a big fucking sword jammed into your head.

"AAAAAHH!!" You scream and roll on the floor in maddening pain as you could feel every, single, cell in your brain being sliced, crushed and stabbed. At the same time. Repeatedly

"Good grief." The dragon sighs. "And here I was hoping you shitty brat wasn't so shitty anymore. But I see old habits die hard."

"Stop complaining and give me a hand! I'm dying...here..." You trail off as you realize something is very wrong. "Wait a minute. I have a fucking sword lodged into my brain. I should be dead already." You look at your body. "And why I am not bleeding?"

"Because, if you haven't realized it yet, this is merely a projection of your subconscious." The woman finally speaks, voice beautiful like the rest but also laced with contempt and a coldness that could freeze fire. "This is a dream and as such you cannot die here. Pain on the other hand is completely possible."

"Uh, uh." You hand reach out and stop before touching the hilt of the sword. It doesn't hurt as much as before, but the phantom pain makes you cautious. "Still, was braining me appropriate?" You usually got beaten for your perversion, not freaking murdered!

"Of course." She crosses her arms and assumes a sitting position in midair. "It was fitting punishment for showing your base instincts on an inappropriate time instead of waiting to be inside your private quarters."

"...Wait. Let me see if I understand this right." You slowly begin. "You aren't mad because I had perverted thoughts on you, but because I showed them in front of you!?"

"Of course." She says smugly. "It can't be helped if you are enraptured by my beauty, for it is infinitely superior compared to the common females you are used to. Desiring me is only natural, you are not the first and will not be the last. A futile dream of course, but I would a bad Queen if I negate my subjects the pleasure of dreams. Provided they keep them private as it is only proper."

"Narcissism at its finest." The dragon dryly comments.

With an effort of will you grasp the hilt and with a single tug remove the sword from your head. "God Above it hurts!!" Clear, not painlessly. As you rub your (whole again) head you have the chance to look closer at the sword. It's long, taller than yourself, a broad and thin blade made of a material similar to gold. This is...

"Cruel Wisdom..." You whisper. "How do I know its name?"

"Uhmpf, so you're not a complete waste of time." The sword vanishes and reappears in the woman's hands. "We may still make something worthwhile out of you."

"I will go first." The dragon begins. "First, presentations: greetings Hyodo Issei. I am the Welsh Dragon Ddraig, one of the two Heavenly Dragons, the being sealed inside your Sacred Gear."

"My Sacred Gear?"

"Yes. Some rare Sacred Gears have the spirit of a powerful creature sealed inside them. Yours is such a case. Perhaps it's better if you see it for yourself. Raise your left hand, concentrate and say the words: [Boosted Gear]."

"Like this?" You follow his instructions and raise your hand. "Boosted Gear!"

FLASH!

Your arm glows. The light starts to take form and covers your left arm. After the light disappears, there is a dragon-like gauntlet on it: it's a beautiful thing, red with golden linings and sharp claws covering your fingers. The part that covers the back of the hand has a green jewel with a golden hue embedded in it.

"So I was right, the [Twice Critical] stage was completely bypassed." Ddraig muses. "That's Boosted Gear, your Sacred Gear. One of the Thirteen Longinus."

"Longinus?" You ask, still staring at the item on your arm that looks like something Henshin Heroes use. It's pretty cool in your opinion.

"That Devil boy told you about Sacred Gears. What he failed to mentioned is that among them there are thirteen unique Sacred Gears that, once mastered, have the power to kill Gods. The God from the Bible and the Gods from mythologies like the Greek and Japanese ones. All of them could be killed with a Longinus. Boosted Gear, your Sacred Gear, is one of the thirteen Longinus."

"Wait what!?" You stop him, disbelief evident in your face and voice. "Killing Gods? No matter how you spin it, it's too unbelievable!"

"Figures you would say something like that." Ddraig scoffs in amusement. "I got the exact reaction many times. But it's true and there is no deny it. All Longinus have abilities bordering on miracles. Boosted Gear for example has the power to double the user's power every ten seconds. So, saying, if you have power equal to 1 and you're facing someone with power equal to 100, all you would have to do to win is waiting one minute and ten seconds to reach power equal to 128, sufficient to defeat your foe." That's a true cheating ability if you ever saw one. Ddraig then snorts and glances at the winged woman. "Or, more precisely, it's what it was supposed to do before she came along."

"Complaining again dragon? I find it an improvement: merely increasing brute strength is a feature fitting barbarians, not Princes of the Earth like myself and him. Skills after all always trump brute force. I admit that those Sacred Gears are interesting, I never saw a self-improving Artifact bound directly to the soul, but the Gods of this world must be very weak indeed if they fall to trinkets like those."

"So, this-" You raise the gauntlet. "Doesn't multiply my strength anymore?"

"It does multiply, just not your strength." Her wings move gently and the woman descends on the ground. "My turn. You, listen well to my words and imprint them in your memories for they are the Wisdom of Truth: I am the God Queen of Tzatli, Empress of the Gelid Nord, Member of the Copper Spiders, Disciple of the Great Maker Autochthon, Sovereign of the Diamond Hill Province, Sorceress of the Adamant Circle, the one who gave herself the name of Bright Shattered Ice."

You gawk at the litany of titles.

"Just call her Bright Shattered Ice and be done with it. Or hell just Bright." Bright sends Ddraig a dirty look but doesn't objet.

"Referring to me as [Bright] is...acceptable. For now." She grudging admits. "But you obviously meant to enquire about more than my name, so I shall enlighten you. I am a Chosen of the Unconquered Sun just like you are, in fact the power you are using was mine once." With a sweep of her arm that reminds you of a noble showing off her domain she indicates the area around you. "Your duty is to go forth and fight in his name, bringing order back to Creation and chastising the arrogant, traitorous Dragon-Blooded who deluded themselves into thinking they are the masters and not the servants. Invested with the Mandate of Heaven you will gather your Solar Exalted peers and reunite the world into one again!" She finishes with a grand flourish or arms.

Utter and complete silence. Neither you nor Ddraig know how to react.

Bright sneers. "That, is what would normally happen. But judging from your memories I can say with certainty this is not Creation. Already the fact I exist here with all my memories told me something was suspicious, but to think my Exaltation got so lost as to land in a completely different dimension. How unsightly." She sighs and pinches the space between her eyes.

"Brig-Lady Bright." You correct yourself, hoping the honorific would mellow her a bit. "Can you please explain what is going on?"

"You would not understand all the nuances so I will keep it brief." She starts walking around. "I came from a world different from Earth, how you can name your land [dirt] is beyond me, a world called Creation. Your scientists would call it a different dimension. There the land was governed by the Solar Exalts, the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun the supreme God of Creation. Me and many others were gifted with an Exaltation, a shard of divine power that let us surpass human limitations and be able to fight on par with the Primordials, the ancient beings that shaped Creation at the Beginning of Time, defeating them and making humanity the dominant race."

"The Solar troops were composed of Dragon-Blooded, humans who were Exalted by the Five Elemental Dragons: individually weaker than even the weakest Solar, but more numerous. And yet one day by force of intrigue and treachery they rebelled against us, their rightful masters, killing us and locking away our Exaltations. However they paid greatly their folly: sensing weakness the Fair Folk, our eternal enemies, attacked and reduced Creation to a mere shadow of itself."

"But there was hope. For you see destroying an Exaltation is impossible: even when the host die it would just detach itself and search for another worthy candidate to gift with the incomparable potential of a Solar. So all the Dragon-Blooded could do was locking the majority of them away. Yet eventually the prison was breached and my Exaltation, among many others, was free, ready to choose a worthy heir to my power."

She stops and turns toward you.

"Except it somehow ended up here, beyond even the insensate chaos of the Wyld, and bonded with a worthless worm."

You point at yourself. "Me?"

"Correct."

Your head hangs down in shame.

"Wow, way to boost his pride lady." Ddraig comments sarcastically.

"He doesn't need to have his ego boosted, he needs to transcend from worthless worm to respectable Prince of the Earth. Which may be a miracle impossible even for me." She seems to ponder. "Listen worm. Our time is limited so I will keep this brief: you have been blessed twice, both times from a God of high caliber. You not only have the potential but the duty to rise above all mortal beings and unite the world under the glory of the Unconquered Sun. Meanwhile we will search a way to go back to Creation and maybe annex the two worlds. The different laws of physics may pose a problem but nothing that can't be resolved with one or two hundred years of study."

"Ambitious, aren't you?" The Welsh Dragon yawns. "What she means is: there is more you need to know but since now we don't have the time we will tell you the rest another time."

"As the dragon say. Now kneel." She points to the spot in front of you.

"Why?" You step back, fearing for your chastity. You may love hentai, but masochism isn't your thing.

"No need to panick. There is some raw potential left behind after your Exaltation and I intend to use it to increase certain traits of you and ensure you don't die too fast. To learn you need to meditate, and meditation is best done kneeling."

"Ah, alright then...?" You kneel. You are still not sure, but this is a dream so you can't get hurt. Right?

"Shift your feet. Yes like that. Set each of your hand on top of your thighs." As soon as you're done she kneels in front of you. "We shall start with the breathing. First..."

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You spend the next hours (at least they feel like hours to you) in a sort of trance, your brain empty as you mechanically follow Bright's instructions. You don't really remember most of what she said: something about correct posture, how to assume a confident aura, how to alter the skin's coloration with a balanced diet, seeing through people's motives, the principles of charming courtesans...it just mend all together after a while.

A snap of fingers. You open your eyes, blinking a few times to clear the cobwebs from your head. "That was..trippy." Is all you could say. "So what was that supposed to do? I don't feel any different."

Bright just smirks. As you stand up and stretch you notice Ddraig gaping at you. "What?"

"Great Red's blessing..." He snaps his jaw shut. "This Exaltation thing is the real deal."

"Eh?"

"Nevermind. It's time for you to go brat. Just be careful and don't break too many hearts tomorrow, okay?" He winks.

What is that supposed to-

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You open your eyes, and a familiar ceiling is in front of you.

Right, that was a dream.

Or not?

"Boosted Gear!"

A red and golden gauntlet appears on your left arm.

Nope, dream or not it was the real thing.

Issei Hyodo, second-year. Issei Hyodo, wielder of the Longinus Boosted Gear. Issei Hyodo, Solar Exalt.

You groan. "Why life can't be easy? All I want are Oppai!" Life, you decide, is unfair.

You look at the clock. It’s 4:30am. Still early. But you don't feel like sleeping anymore.

What do you do?
[] Try to sleep anyway.
[] Maybe you can run to sort your thoughts out.
[] Make breakfast: it's been a while since you last did it.
[] Suggestions?

Also, what will you tell your parents?
[] The truth: they deserve to know psychotic angels may murder them to get to you.
[] Half truth: Yuuma had a few screw loose and threatened your parents. It may be best if they stop going out at night.
[] Lie: tell them things between Yuuma and you didn't work and you broke out.
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Genesis Arc: Complete.

+4 Xp for surviving the night
+1 Xp for saving Abe Kiyome like a Boss
+1 Xp for channeling Shizuo Heiwajima (I said no Xp? I lied!)
+5 Xp for completing the quest
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