A few hours later…
After exploring the luxurious room that had been granted to them, Mio and Maria eventually gave in to exhaustion. The sense of safety—something they hadn't experienced in a long time—wrapped around them so completely that they fell asleep without realizing it, allowing themselves, for the first time in months, to truly relax.
The two only woke up at dinnertime.
For Mio, this came with a strong sense of embarrassment; as she regained consciousness, the thought that she might have given the impression of being careless or lazy for having slept the entire day hit her hard, causing her face to flush immediately. The feeling of shame lingered as they joined Alear for the meal.
Venelana was not present; since the following day would be Saturday, she had temporarily returned to the Gremory family estate. When Maria asked, Alear explained the agreement that had been established between the two families...
During dinner, the discomfort continued to follow Mio, now mixed with concern about what he might think of her. Alear, however, handled everything calmly, steering the conversation toward lighter topics and engaging both her and Maria, gradually dissipating the tension. His relaxed demeanor and the way he treated the situation without any judgment helped her calm down little by little.
Maria, on the other hand, showed no reservations whatsoever. In direct contrast to Mio's hesitation, she acted with complete freedom, going so far as to settle herself on Alear's lap during the meal as if it were perfectly natural. The scene inevitably stirred a silent discomfort in Mio—something subtle but persistent—that manifested in small signs of jealousy she herself did not yet fully understand...
Which was exactly what the little Succubus wanted...
After dinner, the three gathered for coffee, and the conversation naturally took a deeper turn. Light topics gave way to reflections on their lives, recent experiences, and, inevitably, their plans for the future.
Directly, Alear expressed his desire to train them and make them stronger. The proposal was accepted without resistance. After six months living on the run, both of them understood better than anyone the value of strength—not just as power, but as a means of survival. Accepting that training was not only logical, it was necessary.
He also mentioned that he would ask Venelana to instruct them in etiquette and proper behavior for interacting with nobility. For both of them, this posed no problem. Given the new reality they were being introduced into, adapting to that environment was simply another step in their new lives.
Even so, the reasons behind their acceptance were different.
Mio accepted out of gratitude. She wanted to help Alear as a way of repaying him for saving and sheltering them, offering not only protection but also a new home and a new direction. Despite striving to appear calm and brave, deep down she still carried profound insecurities. After all, she had spent most of her life as an ordinary person, and the whole situation of being the daughter of a Devil and possessing magical powers was still far too recent. It was Alear who dispelled much of the fear she felt about her situation, and, almost unconsciously, her heart began to lean toward him—seeking approval, closeness… and something she still didn't fully know how to name. What she did know was that she didn't want to disappoint him. Even if she knew nothing about etiquette as a member of his nobility, she would learn...
Maria, on the other hand, had far more personal motivations. Her priority remained protecting Mio, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the situation; she also wanted to see her grow closer to Alear and eventually take him to bed—the idea alone amused her greatly. As a succubus, she fed on that kind of lustful situation, and observing such developments was something that pleased her naturally. Now, her attention was focused on that: observing, provoking when necessary… and seeing how far the situation would go. And, of course, she would also devote herself loyally to her "master," since he had helped them—and even she felt those same emotions that "Mio-sama" refused to admit, though she had suppressed them... She saw no issue in learning proper etiquette for a member of "Alear-sama's" nobility.
After discussing and settling the details with both of them—including starting training on Monday and the decision to reserve the weekend for them to enjoy and rest—Alear said his goodbyes and wished them good night. He then headed to his own room. However, instead of sleeping, he felt the need to train as always...
Without wasting time, he once again activated his [World Where I Can Personify God].
This time, he chose a vast, arid desert region, marked by terrain filled with uneven rocks, cliffs, and colossal rock formations. There were no traces of fine sand—only hard, cracked ground and stones of various sizes scattered as far as the eye could see. Above, the sky stretched in an unrelenting blue, while a scorching sun bore down mercilessly.
Since it was training, he had changed into something more appropriate: tight black training pants and a simple white tank top that subtly highlighted the defined muscles of his torso.
Alear took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.
Around his arms, legs, and torso, glowing purple lines appeared, shining with [Demonic Power]. He was applying magical weight directly onto his own body, as he had recently begun doing—this increased the gravity in every movement to the current limit of his capacity, allowing him to strengthen himself more efficiently.
"…Hah."
With extreme difficulty, he lowered himself and began doing push-ups.
Each repetition was torment. His muscles trembled violently, sweat quickly began to run down his face and neck due to the excessive effort, and his breathing came out heavy. Even so, he continued, pushing his body to the absolute limit.
He was still weak. Although he had managed to deal with those Fallen Angels with relative ease using magic, they were far inferior to the demons who had attacked him in Agreas. The leader of that group, in particular, had been close to reaching the Ultimate Class—and it was precisely because of that that he had been injured on that occasion.
The difference was glaring. Facing them back then had been like a human confronting a Servant in physical combat—if he were to use an analogy from his previous world. His magical abilities might have been superior in certain aspects, but his body simply couldn't keep up. Even so, he had managed to stand his ground against them, which in itself was already impressive.
If he had used magic from the beginning, perhaps he could have eliminated them more easily. Yes, that possibility existed. However, he chose to fight with his Longinus and the abilities granted by his own blood, relying on the training he had accumulated up to that point to sustain him in battle.
Had he been too arrogant back then? Perhaps he had been influenced by the very nature of his new race... He didn't remember being so reckless before.
In the end, it didn't matter. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.
He further increased the intensity of the magical weight, feeling his muscles burn like fire. His body trembled, but he didn't stop. Every drop of sweat, every tremor, was a necessary step toward becoming stronger.
Strength...
He needed strength...
At the moment his desire reached its peak, he felt something change within him. It wasn't a sudden explosion of power, nor a dramatic sensation of transcendence. It was something more subtle, deeper—like an invisible lock, one he hadn't even known existed, being gently unlocked within his chest.
[Innovate Clear] responded.
The Longinus, which until then constantly consumed a portion of his [Demonic Power] to sustain the altered flow of time, stopped draining his energy so aggressively! He could then perceive the "spirit" of the Sacred Gear as if it were proud of his willpower and desire to grow stronger. It was as if the Longinus itself recognized his will... and, for the second time, accepted him as worthy of wielding it.
And then, the world around him changed.
The flow of time within the [World Where I Can Personify God] accelerated even further.
It was no longer 24 hours for every hour in the real world.
Now it was 168 hours within just a single hour in the real world!
In other words, an entire week within that domain for every hour that passed outside!
Alear stopped his training the moment he noticed the changes in his "world." Sweat still ran down his face and neck, but that was irrelevant compared to what truly mattered. His focus was entirely on the transformation in his Longinus—something so absurd that, for a moment, he even questioned whether it was possible. Still, it made sense... after all, it was an artifact created by "the one up above," and it grew according to the desires of its user.
"…A week in just one hour…" he murmured, his voice low and hoarse from exertion. A rare smile appeared on his lips, filled with satisfaction and intensity. "This is… incredible. Following my hellish training to the letter, and with all this time available… I'll be able to become decently strong in just a few days—of course, considering the real world. Since in just one week spent there, I'll have trained for three months. The best part is that since the time acceleration is maintained by the Longinus, I won't spend my [Demonic Power] on it, and I'll be able to train my magical abilities much more efficiently as well..."
Wouldn't that calculation be wrong? After all, considering all the hours available in a day, he could easily accumulate the equivalent of an entire year of training in just one week. Well... in truth, it wasn't wrong. That happened due to a crucial limitation: the time he could remain in that world wasn't unlimited. He could only stay for about two hours in the accelerated environment.
Apparently, his Longinus consumed energy from the world he had created to sustain the temporal distortion. After that period, that energy would be completely depleted, forcing the training to end. Afterward, a 24-hour interval was required for everything to fully recover and be used again.
Deciding to pause his training for a moment, Alear let his body fall onto his back against the hard, cracked ground of the rocky desert. His arms spread out at his sides as his chest rose and fell in deep, controlled breaths. Sweat ran down his face, neck, and torso, soaking the white tank top now clinging to his skin.
His eyes were fixed on the sky above as he pondered how to use the next two weeks.
Fortunately, ever since he had begun accelerating time in that world to train every day, he had recreated perfect imitations of animals, fruits, and water to meet his needs. This eliminated basic concerns and granted him a rare luxury: training without unnecessary interruptions. With that, he could plan the coming days in that environment with complete focus, without worrying about survival.
After reflecting for a few moments, he structured a clear plan. In the morning, he would focus on training his [Demonic Power] and magic, reviewing and refining all of his past-life [Magecraft] while fully adapting it to the system of that world. More than that, he intended to reconstruct his own "magic system."
In the afternoon, he would turn his attention to direct combat. He would train [Bajiquan], improve his battle performance, and dedicate himself to mastering [Zenith Tempest], [Innovate Clear], and all the hereditary abilities of his bloodlines—Häagenti, Gäap, and the Leviathan trait. The central point of this period would be recreating perfect imitations of enemies he had faced in his previous life. He would fight these imitations to the brink of death repeatedly, forcing his body to register every movement as real muscle memory. At the end of each extreme session, he would use [Status Recovery] to restore his body without compromising his gains, pushing his limits to collapse, recovering, and restarting the cycle.
At night, he would concentrate all his effort on raw physical strengthening, pushing his body beyond exhaustion until he lost consciousness.
It was a hellish plan. Brutal. And exactly what he needed.
Alear slowly sat up, his muscles still trembling from the previous exertion. The smile on his lips sharpened, almost predatory.
"Let's begin..."
He stood up, cracked his neck, and took a deep breath.
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Two hours later…
Alear reappeared in the main bedroom of the Häagenti mansion, surrounded by a soft glow of magical particles that slowly dissipated into the air. He stretched deeply, raising his arms above his head as he released the tension accumulated from two entire weeks of intense training.
His body had changed noticeably. It wasn't an extreme transformation, but enough to be seen: his shoulders were broader, and the muscles of his arms and chest more defined and dense. The white tank top was torn in several places, clinging to his torso with sweat, while the black training pants seemed tighter, stretched across his thighs and calves due to increased muscle mass.
He cracked his neck with a sharp motion, then let out a long, satisfied sigh.
"I missed sleeping in my bed…" he murmured, glancing at the king-size mattress, a faint tired smile forming on his lips. "But a bath first sounds better…"
Unhurried, he removed the torn tank top with a casual motion and headed toward the bathroom, intent on taking a long, hot shower to ease the accumulated fatigue in his muscles.
Fifteen minutes later, he left the bathroom with his body still warmed by the long, relaxing shower. The hot water had relieved part of the muscular tension accumulated over two weeks of hellish training, though the deep fatigue still lingered in his bones. Approaching the wardrobe, he chose a simple and comfortable set of pajamas—a pair of loose black pants and a short-sleeved white shirt—prioritizing the rest his body clearly demanded.
After getting dressed, he walked over to the large king-size bed and dropped onto it on his back. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, crossing his arms behind his head and using them as an improvised pillow while staring at the ornate ceiling of the room.
"Finally..." he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. Even so, despite his exhaustion, his mind remained restless. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and mentally summoned the interface of [Fate Gacha]. A translucent screen appeared before his vision, floating in the air. Despite receiving one use per day—and technically having accumulated fourteen, since he had spent two weeks inside his world—he only had one, as always. It seemed there was no such "loophole": only real-world time was considered, not that of the dimension created by his Longinus.
In any case, he didn't mind. With a simple thought, he activated the roulette.
[Summoning Complete!]
[Unique Skill Obtained: Auto-Replenishment (Demonic Power)]
[Description: Grants the user an enhanced capacity to regenerate [Demonic Power]. Originally, this was an ability of the Avenger Class, whose effect remained active as long as the user's desire for revenge persisted. However, it has been adapted to this world, with its function adjusted into a more stable and direct form. Currently, its effect consists of significantly accelerating the recovery of [Demonic Power] reserves, capable of fully restoring depleted energy within a short period of time. Additionally, the skill also promotes a progressive increase in the user's total [Demonic Power] reserves as they delve deeper into their own "sinful" nature.]
Alear blinked, surprised not only that he had obtained a skill, but also that it had been altered to fit that world. In practice, it made it almost an entirely new ability. Thinking about it, it made sense. He was now a Devil, so it was natural for the skill to be adjusted to align with his new nature. Moreover, he was no longer in his original world, but in a completely different one governed by its own rules, which in itself justified such an adaptation. Adding to that the fact that he wasn't even an Avenger-class Servant made it even more necessary for the skill to be modified to suit him. Considering also that the Root possessed more than enough power to easily accomplish something like that, it wasn't strange that his [Fate Gacha], connected to it, could also perform such adjustments.
But there was another point that caught his attention.
"My [Demonic Power] increases as I delve deeper into my nature...?"
Did that mean his power would grow the more he acted like a Devil? In other words, would it be an inherent trait of the skill itself, shaped directly by his new race...? The idea was, at the very least, intriguing. Still, drawing hasty conclusions wouldn't be wise—he would need to test it more carefully and understand just how far that effect could truly go.
With a simple thought, he decided to integrate the skill into his being.
In the next instant, a warm, gentle sensation began to spread throughout his body. It wasn't a burning or uncomfortable heat—it was something soothing, almost comforting, like a mild current flowing through his veins, his muscles, every cell. Was the [Fate Gacha] engraving that ability directly into his body and soul...?
Alear let out a long, slow sigh, feeling the accumulated fatigue from two weeks of hellish training begin to gradually dissipate. The sensation was so pleasant, so relaxing, that his eyes grew heavy involuntarily. His body, exhausted after such extreme effort, finally found a moment of true peace.
"...How convenient..." he murmured, his voice already slurred with sleep.
Without realizing it, his eyes closed completely. The gentle warmth of the skill enveloped him like an invisible blanket, calming his restless mind and leading him into a deep and peaceful sleep...
(A/N: Good morning, everyone. Here is today's chapter.
Well… I had to give this ability to Alear to make the growth of his [Demonic Power] more efficient. This ability will be explored further in the upcoming chapters.
As for the second evolution of his Longinus, don't worry — it's not overly overpowered. The real challenge is still physical training. Just think about how Sairaorg reached the level shown in the anime: it took him several years of training, and even then, despite being extremely powerful, he was not invincible.
Alear does have some clear advantages: a sort of "time chamber" that accelerates his training, along with the knowledge passed down by Scathách, which greatly optimizes his progress. Even so, that doesn't mean he'll reach that level in just a few days.
Even so, his biggest problem is almost solved. On top of that, time is on his side, allowing him to reach Satan-Class before the main DxD storyline even begins (although there are still several arcs before that).
Now, regarding how I personally see the power system of this world:
Low Class → Middle Class → High Class (Alear is here) → Ultimate Class → Satan-Class / Gods → Super Devil Class / Strongest Existences in the World.
Most gods are in the Satan-Class, as well as certain individuals — for example, Azazel (especially with Fafnir) and Michael, the leader of the angels.
So, Alear is still slightly below the midpoint of this scale. However, thanks to his advantages, it's not impossible for him to defeat an Ultimate-Class opponent under the right circumstances.
Now, about his peerage so far:
King: Alear
Queen: Makima (?)
Bishop: Mio Naruse
Bishop: Lavinia Reni (?)
Rook: Maria Naruse
Rook: Minamoto no Raikou (maybe), Enkidu (maybe), Kriemhild (maybe), Hippolyta (maybe), Zenobia (my favorite so far) (?)
Knight: Achilles (maybe), Artoria Alter (maybe), Jeanne Alter (maybe), Miyamoto Musashi (maybe), Ushiwakamaru (maybe), Scathách (maybe), Artoria Lancer (maybe) (?)
Knight: (?)
Pawn: Oda Nobunaga (?)
I've also considered making Alear's pawns undergo mutations, allowing him to reincarnate more Servants. What do you think?
Honestly, there are many great options that are rarely used, but I don't want to just "summon all of Chaldea" right away. The idea is to introduce one Servant at a time, with proper development for each of them.
Initially, I thought about having the Servants retain memories related to Alear, but without realizing that it's him. Something similar to the dynamic between Ruby and Aqua in Oshi no Ko, but with dream cycles helping to rebuild that connection.
On the other hand, I also find it interesting if most Servants don't remember him at all. That would create more compelling character development for Alear — less immediately traumatic, but more interesting in the long run, especially considering his pragmatic personality.
Maybe a mix of both approaches would be ideal.
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