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Ryomen Sukuna
That was the answer Harry came up with. In his world he was a powerful sorcerer who became a curse. He made two extra arms and an extra mouth on his stomach. This allowed him to chant twice and form hand signs required for certain attacks. All while fighting and wielding weapons.
And Harry was planning to push this even further. To him there was no psychological impact to mutilating his own body. It was a necessity. The DxD Verse might not be as dangerous as Nasuverse or Dragon Ball, but it was still a clusterfuck of factions and dangerous beings.
And that's not even mentioning the two beings that hang out in Dimensional Gap. One sneeze from them and a city or a country could be wiped out. And they got one shot by some alien invaders. So yes Harry was a bit panicked since there wasn't a lot of time left.
In Harry's mind there were only 17 years left, that's when all the chaos happens. The Alliance was created and factions shift, Khaos Brigade act out openly instead of the shadows. And one year after that the aliens invade.
Naturally since this wasn't an ordinary DxD timeline Harry takes in consideration that there will be some or a lot of changes. And he was born a wizard who at most reach High Class. Another way of saying just a stronger cannon fodder.
And since he wasn't lucky enough to be born with a cheat like some other protagonists. He has to make his own.
'Hmm this is going to a whole other level of Human Transfiguration. Just changing the skin to a mouth and a few muscle fibers underneath to act as vocal cords is one thing. I have a lot of leeway with wizarding magic to mess around, technically its magic that does all that talking. Science and magic meet halfway to make that spell work'
Harry looks over at the pictures of the human skeletal and muscle system. Specifically on the torso and arms.
'But adding two extra arms is extremely complicated if I want them to be perfectly functional. Hmm, the back muscles are going to be the most complicated thing about this whole process. I can just copy the bones and shoulder blades. The extra arms need to be lower than my real arms. But for them to move with accuracy in a fight they need to be perfect.
That means I'm going to have to rearrange my entire back to accommodate for the extra muscles. This is going to take a lot of research and test dummies. I'm not stupid enough to test this on myself.'
There are a few characters in fiction that have four arms. But most of them are just slapped on there without any anatomical detail. Like Four Arms (Ben 10), Fourth Kind (MHA) or Noitora (Bleach) and many more. They may attach it better to look good, but the one with the better anatomy is Sukuna.
Harry started on working on the prototype. Since the only changes what were going to be made were the torso, he crated a holographic version of it. It was just an extended ribcage with extra shoulder blades and the joint.
'This should work for now' Even as he thought of that Harry worked meticulously on making it as correct as possible. Because he knows he will have to make some changes later, so he did he best he could so that minimal changes are required later on.
Next Harry started to slowly add the muscles, bit by bit. The back muscles are among the most complex in the human body. They are layered and each has its own purpose. These muscles form a large, intricate network connecting the spine, shoulders, neck, and hips.
Any change to that and you might not even be able to move. You can only stand or sit because the back muscles are stabilizing the spine against gravity. And Harry wanted to redesign the whole thing because he wants extra arms. If any doctor heard what he was planning they would smack him.
Muscle after muscle, layer by layer Harry started to slowly shape the back. He spent twenty minutes doing this
Once he was done Harry looked at the result and nodded his head 'As expected.. it looks like shit.'
While the torso looked great and appeared to be a success, the muscles beneath the skin weren't complete. Harry already started making simulations about movement and noticed the muscles were straining.
'If this was a real human they would be screaming out in pain' Well that's what simulations and test dummies are for. Even if I make the perfect design there is still the matter of creating the spell to make it worse'
It was then that Harry froze in place, and so did the other clones. He slammed his head on the table and groaned. 'I am so stupid. This directly interferes with another one of my plans.'
The plan Harry was talking about was his idea to carve hundreds of runes on all of his bones to get stronger. Even to make magical tattoos with various effects.
'Theoretically if I already got those then adding two extra arms would interrupt the design and cause the runes in the bones and tattoos not to work... worst case they explode and kill me'
Harry got this idea from various fictions. Tattooing Runes, Spells or Magic Circles on the body is nothing new, but its usually done on the hand, arm or leg, something small and single purpose.
But Harry got the idea to combine both, creaking a Three-Dimensional design like he did with his Pots, but for his body.
'This is bad. I will need both if I want to survive the future. I need the arms now. The Runes and Tattoos would have only happened once my body reached its peak and wouldn't grow anymore. So it was a long term project that I had plenty of time to design and research. And I still do, but the arms throw a wrench in that problem.
The solution is to either make them permanent when I am an adult or to make them semi-permanent and they can just fold in
It wasn't as if four arms were something new. A lot of gods in the Hindu Pantheon had four arms. Shiva has four arms and so does Indra.
Wait do i even care if I have four arms...? No, no i don't. I can just hide them with magic when I got out in public. And it won't be passed down to my children since its not genetic. Well there it is, problem solved.
I can always just mess with Indra when he eventually comes. He is a cunt, and always looking for allies against his war with Shiva. When he asks about my arms, I'll just call him an elitist cunt.
"Oh just because your faction has four arms nobody else can? What do you hold a patent on four arms now?"
"But you are a wizard!"
"Hey that's racist!" '
Harry happily smiled and giggled a bit because of his imaginary conversation. He closed down the Archive Magic. He stood from his chair and stretched his body.
'Ahhh. That was a productive session. Now what's next on the list... right the Founders. Well lets see what Salazar and Helga have for me. Maybe the data will help me somehow, stranger things have happened in this world.
Maybe I should summon all four of them and watch them bicker, it would provide entertainment if nothing else.'
~ Dumbledore in Germany.
'Something isn't right' Dumbledore frowned as he watched the scene in front of him. The Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic or as they call it here Ministerium für Zauberei.
They have already taken down the Deathly Hallows mark. And were attempting to locate the magical signature of whoever did this. Dumbledore only used one spell to check the situation and realized that it was hopeless.
Whoever did it was long gone, they had used a simple Bombarda to blow up the entrance to the ministry and just put the Mark in the air. But in there lies the problem. Albus frowned as he watched Aurors run around and a few cloaked individuals come and leave. Belonging to a special forces part of their operation.
'This isn't Gellert's style. He is theatrical, he wants to be seen so that he can inspire more wizards to join his cause. He would never stoop so low as to just blow something up without even showing up. There is always a meaning to any one of his moves, an angle that he can exploit. If anything else this reminds me more of Voldemort's guerrilla warfare'
Albus was running through all the data he had gathered on Grindelwald's moves over the past few months. 'Could they have joined forces?'
He thought about it before shaking his head slightly 'No, no that's a silly idea. Both are proud and arrogant individuals and they have complete different ideologies. Tom Riddle is just a brute spreading fear and hate with his little terrorist attacks.
Gellert fights for wizarding kind, many admire him and willingly join his cause for revolution. Because that was his end goal, a revolution and a world for wizards. And in there lies the problem. Why hasn't he appeared yet? In the past, his movements were easy to track. He goes from city to city. Giving out speeches, gathering more and more naive wizards to his side. Yet beside the meeting with his Acolytes he hasn't been seen since'
Albus was deeply concerned about this. When an enemy hides completely like this it usually means there is something troublesome coming.
He hadn't even considered the possibility that Grindelwald might be dead. Why would he? Gellert was his rival, his equal. It was a surprise that Gellert had escaped when he promised that he wouldn't, since he was defeated he had lost his will and was imprisoned in the Castle he himself had designed. The wards and shackles kept him from using his magic.
Yet he despite that he had still escaped. And was making moves in the shadows. Such a man couldn't possibly be dead.
'I fear that he might be really desperate this time. That he would do the unthinkable, allying with those Magicians. They pose a serious threat. But until today there had been no sighting of any Acolytes and I believe this attack wasn't from them. This is a truly strange and maddening situation, and it is strange that Gellert had never once attempted to contact me, even through a letter. I expected that he would gloat or explain why he broke his promise.
'I guess I will have to wait for Samhain to contact him' Albus smiled as he recalled a certain memory from the distant past.
When they were young they developed a method to communicate with each other. It was just for fun, at first they were researching the Deathly Hallows, specifically the Resurrection Stone. An old Ritual, it summons the Spirit of Dead to communicate with them.
They started experimenting and realized they could summon them own spirits if they were willing. Naturally after their conflict neither one of them attempted this again.
'I hope that he is at least willing to do this. Due to the nature of the Ritual no harm can come to the Spirit, so it was perfectly safe. I need answers and this is the only way i can think of to get them in the current situation.'
Seeing that there was nothing left for him to do here. Dumbledore went inside the Ministry. It was time to get something out of these fools or the whole trip would have been a waste. At least he can get some money from them or get them to owe him a few favors.
~ A/N
I lost like 600-700 words while writing this. Double right click on pat writing, and the page refreshes. I was very pissed off about the word count. I grabbed one of those stress ball and squeezed the life out of it for like five minutes.
Btw DxD Indra is a piece of shit. He is sarcastic and arrogant as hell. Well most gods are arrogant. But he is also said to be somewhat benevolent and dislikes Chaos. Wonder why, maybe because his fated enemy is Choas incarnate.
Unlike him, Shiva is shown to be very benevolent and chill. He is the Destroyer, eventually he will destroy the world. Since the end has to come eventually by his hand he is just lazy and enjoys life.