Time passed, but Sho barely felt it. His vision was swallowed by darkness—no light, no shapes, just endless black.
What confused him most was that he could still think. "What the hell? I should be dead… but my mind's working. Can dead people even think?" He wrestled with the idea, unsure. After all, it wasn't like he had died before.
Suddenly, a jolt of current surged through his body. His vision blurred, light flooded his eyes, and a white ceiling coming into focus. The first words spilled from his mouth:
"I'm not dead... why..!"
That was his first thought. He didn't want to live. He'd rather embrace the darkness forever than endure his cursed life again.
But his body betrayed him.
He shot up in panic, half-expecting the sterile hell of a hospital—only to freeze.
No beeping machines. No antiseptic stench.
Instead, luxury slapped him in the face.
A grand, Greek-style hall stretched around him, sunlight pouring through towering ceiling-to-floor windows. Billowing curtains framed the view, and lush plants lined the polished marble floors. And right in the center—a swimming pool?
His bed? Massive. Opulent. Placed on a raised platform like some arrogant king's throne.
This was no hospital.
Sho immediately stood up on the bed, his eyes darting around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Where... am I?" he muttered.
His gaze dropped to his hands — thin, pale, almost skeletal with loose skin, as if they lacked blood entirely. But it wasn't just his hands. His whole body looked frail, almost foreign. He pulled off the cheetah printed robe-like cloth draped over him, now standing in nothing but his cheetah printed underwear, staring at his changed form.
Then the thought struck him — hard and clear.
He was born in Japan. He had watched countless anime, devoured light novels, fanfics, manhwa and even manhuas — it was his hobby, his obsession. He wasn't a amateur to this kind of situation. In fact, he knew exactly what this phenomenon was.
"I've... transmigrated into another world," Sho whispered, a small, stunned smile forming on his lips.
And then it hit him fully. He threw his arms into the air and yelled,
"I've been reborn in another world! Whoooaaa!"
After all, what's the dream of every anime watcher, light novel reader, and fanfic addict?
To die and wake up in a completely different, magical world.
Even if Sho wasn't completely sure whether this world had magic or not... one thing was certain — transmigration was real.
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For a few minutes, Sho sat completely still on the bed, his breath uneven, heart pounding in his chest — thump… thump…
His eyes were locked onto the noticeable bulge in his underwear.
Gulp…
With a trembling hand, he slowly tugged at the waistband and peeked inside.
What he saw made his breath hitch.
There it was — a penis. A real one.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"I'm… really a man now. I can finally have sex," he whispered, a mix of relief and quiet joy in his voice.
A long-cherished dream-the return of his little brother-was finally fulfilled. Now, he could truly savor the joys of life. Not only that, but his new equipment was far larger than before. Though he didn't have a scale to measure it, he was confident it was around eight inches or maybe can grow even bigger, with a girth of at least 30 to 35 centimeters.
"This thing is even bigger than those black guys in the videos," Sho muttered, examining his erect penis with awe.
"I shall name you... Destroyer," he declared.
Why destroyer? There was a good reason- the sheer size and thickness of it would ruin any hole it entered, there will be no exceptions, whether it's a virgin or a highly experienced woman. Once it goes in, it will cause destruction and mold it into his shape permanently.
Sho spent a few more minutes marveling at his new "little brother," swinging it like a bat, even twirling it like a skipping rope before finally tucking it back into his underwear with a satisfied nod.
Snapping back to reality, he looked around. As fun as it was playing with his junk, it could wait until nighttime. Right now, he needed to figure out his situation.
"I'm definitely rich," he thought, glancing at the luxurious room around him. "That much is obvious."
But his body… it felt weak. Thin. Maybe the original owner was sick and died, and Sho's soul took over? That would explain the condition. But no memories of this body's past has kicked in. Which was weird but there was a even more important matter at hand.
He let out a breath.
"System?"
No response.
"Hello? Are you there?"
Still nothing.
"Activate system... Arise system... Open interface..."
" Harem system..S*x system ...boobie system ..."
Each word grew more desperate as he glanced around, half-expecting a glowing blue screen to pop up.
Nothing.
"Shit," Sho muttered, disappointed.
"Don't tell me I transmigrated without a system…"
After all, a system was supposed to make things easier. Rapid growth. Instant skills. Cheat codes for life.
But now… he might have to do it the hard way.
Sho wasn't completely disappointed.
Sure, the system didn't show up now, but he believed something cheat-like would kick in eventually. It always did — maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but fate had a way of handing those things out… usually when you're on the edge of death or something dramatic.
But right now?
His stomach growled again, twisting painfully inside him.
"Forget the system, I need food," Sho muttered, holding his belly.
He stepped down from the bed, legs slightly shaky, and spotted a large ornate door across the room. Without thinking much, he made his way toward it.
"Let's get out of here… and find someone who can feed me."
One thing at a time — cheat powers could wait. Hunger couldn't.
He walked over and reached the door. It towered above him—twenty feet tall, carved with strange patterns. Sho stood there for a moment, wondering how to even open something that massive.
But all it took was a little push.
"…It was easy," he muttered under his breath as the door creaked open.
Sho stepped out and looked around. To his left and right stretched an extravagant corridor, so long he couldn't even see where it ended. The floor was polished like a mirror, reflecting the golden lights above.
He walked a few steps and came to a giant window. Pushing it open, a cool breeze caressed his face, making him shiver a little. His eyes widened as he took in the view outside—a massive garden stretched out endlessly below the blue sky, filled with greenery, beautiful flowers, and lot's of tress.
"What… is this place?" Sho whispered. He was clearly shocked. The garden's size alone was enough to make his head spin—its end wasn't visible at all.
As he stared at all the luxury around him, Sho's mind started racing with possible plots. This was transmigration, after all. There had to be some cliché explanation.
Maybe I'm an old king? he thought. One who got sick from old age and was put to bed to die, and now his sons are gonna fight over the throne.
He touched his face, frowned, then shook his head.
"Nah, I ain't that old," Sho said out loud. Sure, he was thin and pale, but calling himself old? No way. He looked fairly young—like, still prime protagonist age.
Alright, new theory.
What if I'm the original heir of this giant castle, cursed by some jealous bitch, and I've been bedridden all this time? Now I gotta break the curse and fight to get my position back.
Sho's eyes sparkled with his stupid and amusing theories.
"Yes… this plot feels more legit." His lips curled into a smirk as he gazed over the massive garden. "This whole place belongs to me, and I'll claim it back. I'm a seasoned reader of novels and fanfics—this plot? I'll conquer it."
His hair fluttered dramatically in the wind coming through the window, as if nature itself was adding a comical flair to his declaration.
Grumble...
'Plot conquering later. Finding something to eat is first priority,' Sho mused as he walked through the endless corridors, eyes scanning for any sign of life—but there was nothing. No servants, no guards, not even a rat scurrying by.
"Have I been exiled to some distant castle?" he muttered, glancing at the lavish but eerily silent halls. After all, in some novels, the real heir was always tossed into a remote, empty estate to rot.
But just as he was about to give up hope, the faint sound of footsteps echoed from his left—where another corridor branched off.
Sho's stomach growled in excitement (or maybe hunger) as he quickened his pace. Turning the corner, he spotted a small, frail-looking old man—probably around 5'6", which was noticeably shorter compared to Sho's current towering frame of over six feet.
The man was dressed in a pristine black butler uniform. His eyes widened as he looked up at Sho, a mixture of shock and fear crossing his wrinkled face, as though he'd just seen a ghost.
"Master Kal-El… you have woken up," the butler muttered, his voice trembling slightly.
"Of course I have. It's morning," Sho replied nonchalantly, folding his arms with a calmness that didn't match the old man's stunned reaction.
As for Sho's calmness, he was a veteran in novels. He knew not to act too suspiciously or someone might think me is not me and you is not you.
The butler kept staring at Sho without blinking, his shock written all over his wrinkled face. It wasn't until Sho spoke again that the old man seemed to snap out of it.
"Hmm… do you have something I can eat?" Sho asked casually, one hand still resting on his stomach.
"Ah...sorry, Master Kal-El. I was simply… startled to see you awake and walking," the butler replied in a monotone, bowing slightly. "As for food, yes, we do have provisions. But first, please follow me..before anyone sees you."
Sho raised an eyebrow, his mind already spinning. 'Seems like I was right. This body might have some enemies lurking around'
"Alright. Let's go," he said simply, falling in step behind the butler as they moved through the long, silent corridor.
Meanwhile, in his thoughts, Sho was trying to piece together the information he had so far. His name was Kal-El—oddly similar to Superman—but he was definitely no Kryptonian. The second thing: he likely had enemies in this castle. Even if it wasn't confirmed yet, his gut told him danger was lurking somewhere.
As he kept following the butler, they finally stopped in front of a plain wooden door.
"Master Kal-El, please come inside," the butler said. Sho stepped in, and the old man quietly closed the door behind them.
This room was small—way smaller than the grand bedroom he'd woken up in earlier. It looked more like a storage space, with dust clinging to the furniture and stacks of household items covered in old blankets.
While Sho was glancing around, the butler's voice pulled his attention back.
"Master Kal-El, I deeply apologize for serving you this, but it's all I have right now."
Sho turned and saw a piece of bread in the man's hand. He took it, shrugging. "It's fine. Better than nothing," he said, biting into it without hesitation.
"Thank you for your generosity, Master. Please wait here while I prepare the circle," the butler replied.
"Circle…?" Sho echoed, confused. But before he could ask more, the butler walked away immediately to a corner of the room, vanishing behind a stack of covered items that blocked Sho's view.
A little suspicion bubbled up in Sho's chest, but before he could dwell on it, something else caught his eye—a large, cracked mirror leaning against the wall, reflecting his image.
"I didn't really pay attention before…" he muttered, stepping closer. His reflection stared back: silver hair, pale skin, sharp jawline, and striking silver eyes. Even with his thin, tired face, he had to admit—
"I'm… kinda handsome."
All he needed now was some real food to bring life back to his features.
Suddenly, the floor lit up in a bright blue glow, making Sho flinch back a step. His eyes widened as the pattern of a magic circle spread beneath his feet. A small grin tugged at his lips. So it's true… this world really has magic.
But his grin didn't last long—it quickly twisted into panic.
"Who's doing this?!" Sho shouted, his voice sharp with alarm.
"Master Kal-El, please calm yourself—it's me," the familiar voice of the butler said as he stepped back into view.
Sho narrowed his eyes, trying to steady his voice. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his tone firm, almost commanding. On the outside, he seemed calm and unbothered, but inside, his mind was screaming: What the hell is happening? Is this guy an enemy or not?!
"Master Kal-El, this place is not safe for you," the butler said, his voice steady but laced with concern. "Please don't resist."
Sho's panic eased just a little...as he caught the genuine worry in the old man's eyes.
The magic circle began to glow even brighter, and Sho felt a strange weightlessness as the symbols lifted around them. Before he could say another word, both he and the butler vanished completely from the room.
Far away, deep in a land surrounded by endless forest, a magic circle flared to life. From its glowing blue light, Sho and the butler stepped out.
"Where… where are we?" Sho asked, his voice cautious, eyes scanning the dark treeline. His body tensed, ready for anything.
"This place is safe for you, Master," the butler replied calmly, pointing into the distance. "See? It's only forest here. No one can reach us."
Sho followed the butler's finger, eyes narrowing as he glanced toward the thick woods. For just a moment maybe only a second .
But before he could even turn back.
Arghhhhhhhhhh!
A sharp, burning pain tore through Sho's chest. His scream echoed in the empty woods as his eyes dropped down in horror.
A blade. A long, cruel sword had pierced clean through him, its tip glowing faintly as if it carried a curse. But instead of blood, searing heat spread through his body. His skin felt like it was being eaten alive by invisible flames.
Gritting his teeth, Sho turned his head—rage and shock burning in his red-shot eyes.
The butler stood there, one hand on the sword's hilt… smiling.
"You… you bastard…" Sho growled, his voice hoarse with pain.
The butler's smile widened cruelly as he placed a boot on Sho's back and kicked him hard. Sho's body flew back like a ragdoll, landing with a painful thud on the ground.
The blade had slipped free from his chest, but the burning didn't stop. It spread faster now, like his whole body was trying to turn into ash.
'Dammit… this hurts like hell. Not even that truck that crushed me felt this bad…'
The butler—no, the traitor—strolled closer, his tone suddenly sharper, colder.
" MASTER Kal-El LUCIFER. Seems like Lucifer's blood still runs in your veins. Even though you're just a low-class devil, your body can still fights against degeneration."
'Lucifer? Low-class devil?'
Questions spun wildly in Sho's mind, each one heavier than the last. But there was no time to think. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to ignore the searing pain as he shakily pushed himself to his feet.
For a split second, the butler's eyes widened surprise flashing across his face. But it vanished just as quickly, replaced by that same twisted smile.
Sho stood there, his left hand clutching his burning chest, his breathing ragged. His legs felt like lead, and his body screamed in protest with every movement. Still, his eyes — now blazing with pain and fury — locked onto the butler.
"Why… why did you do this?" Sho asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't even know you…"
"Know me?" The butler chuckled darkly. "Sure, why not. I'm your death certificate's creator."
And then, without warning, he disappeared.
Plop.
The world tilted violently. Sho's vision spun. At first, he thought the forest was turning upside down — but no. It wasn't the forest. It was his head, severed from his body, tumbling to the ground.
Meanwhile, the butler stared down at Kal-El Lucifer's fallen body, his tone almost amused.
"Seems like Lucifer is still Lucifer… even now." His eyes narrowed slightly. "This holy sword wasn't top grade, but it should've been more than enough to reduce a low-class devil like him to nothingness instantly." He watched intently as faint embers of ashes still danced over Sho's unmoving body.
"But no matter," he added with a smirk. "you will die anyway."
By saying his line like a cliché villain, the butler vanished into a magic circle, leaving Sho alone as his body slowly began turning to dust.
Meanwhile, Sho was contemplating his life choices. 'How can I have such bad luck? ' He thought. He had literally just transmigrated and now was dying the same day.
And his biggest regret? It was that he didn't even masturbate when he had the chance. 'Maybe if I had, I wouldn't have run into that bastard and ended up like this,' he thought with a dry chuckle.
Sho closed his eyes, ready to embrace the darkness once again. But then, like scenes from a movie, began flashing before him. Except this wasn't a movie or his imagination—these were Kal-El's memories.
Kal-El Lucifer was born near the end of the Great War between the three factions—angels, fallen angels, and devils. That war had claimed the lives of the four Great Satans from the devil side and even the Biblical God himself. When the war finally ended, peace didn't last long. A civil war soon broke out among the devils, splitting them into two groups: the Satan Faction and the Anti-Satan Faction. The reason was simple—the Satan Faction wanted to cling to pure-blood supremacy and the old brutal order, while the Anti-Satan Faction aimed for a peaceful devil society and an end to endless wars.
In the end, the Anti-Satan Faction won, led by the new generation of devils: Sirzechs, Ajuka, Serafall, and Falbium. But even after their victory, tensions remained.
As a question popped out who would lead the devil society? debates broke out even within the Anti-Satan Faction. There was no shortage of candidates, but none seemed capable of carrying the weight of being the sole ruler of all devils. It was then that Ajuka suggested Sirzechs for the position. At first, there was some disagreement. But the reality was undeniable—Sirzechs' strength was no joke. Her raw destructive power had no rival in the entire Underworld. Not even Ajuka could compete, though his intelligence and knowledge far surpassed hers, he lacked the overwhelming force Sirzechs commanded.
Despite this, not everyone was satisfied. Some of the old Satan Faction members who had surrendered and joined the Anti-Satan side were reluctant to accept a ruler from the Gremory family. To them, the title of Lucifer symbolized the sole ruler of devils, and Sirzechs—being a Gremory and, worse in their eyes, a woman—didn't fit that image. Their pride couldn't stomach it, even if she was arguably the strongest devil alive aside from Ajuka.
A few even tried to push Ajuka into the role, but he waved them off. "Too busy with my experiments," he'd said. Typical Ajuka.
That's when one of the members suggested a idea of marriage with sole heir of Lucifer Kal-El.
Kal-El's existence, however, was its own controversy. The fact that someone carrying the Lucifer blood was born as a mere low-class devil shocked many. It was an embarrassment to the family name, and there were still extremists from the old Satan Faction who wanted him dead. But here, the Anti-Satan Faction saw an opportunity.
Their solution was simple yet brilliant: arrange a political marriage between Sirzechs and Kal-El. This would allow Sirzechs to take on the Lucifer surname, legitimizing her rule in the eyes of traditionalists. At the same time, Kal-El would gain protection from assassination attempts under Sirzechs' power and status. For Kal-El, there was no room to refuse. The proposal was presented as an offer, but in truth, it was his only path to survival.
This whole idea didn't sit well with Sirzechs, but she went along with it anyway. The devil society needed a new leader—fast. Personal feelings had to wait.
Kal-El, on the other hand, didn't agree for his own sake. He accepted the marriage just to protect the only people he cared about—his caretakers, the ones who raised him like family. The marriage wasn't romantic, just a political deal. No love, no sweet words—just cold survival.
A few years later after marriage, Kal-El developed some mysterious sleeping disease and fell into a deep slumber... one that lasted for hundreds of years until he waked up today.
"Damn, this feels like a Chinese plot," Sho thought, opening his eyes slightly. It was weird—he could still think, still feel… even while dying. His body was turning to dust fast, a massive hole in his chest slowly crumbling away. His head, which had been separated earlier, was also decaying—but at a slower pace.
"Angels, devils, fallen angels... This is DxD, right? That anime with the boobie power-ups? I had watched all the seasons." Sho tried to process the memories and pain at the same time. "But wait—wasn't Sirzechs a guy? How the hell is she a woman here? And I'm married to her?! This is blasphemy."
While Sho kept cursing his fate, he couldn't help but feel deeply wronged — sold off in a marriage deal to a man. Even if this was some gender-bender kind of world, it still didn't sit right with him. Married off to a dude? No thanks.
Just then, a glowing blue screen popped up in front of his eyes. Sho blinked rapidly, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating — though it's not like he could rub his eyes, considering he didn't even have a body anymore.
> [System installing... 100% completed]
[Scanning... Seems like host is almost dead.]
[System says: Farewell.]
"...What????" (⊙_☉)