Twelve years had passed since I first entered the game.
In that time, I conquered it completely.
Stats, dungeons, raids, events—I cleared everything. I spent thousands without hesitation, buying every item that caught my eye. I didn't regret a single purchase. Once I was isekai'd again, every advantage would matter.
My avatar no longer resembled the man I once was.
I stood at six foot two, my skin glowing like polished bronze beneath the light. Snow-white hair fell past my shoulders, and my eyes burned like miniature suns. Draped over my body was a long black coat purchased from the highest tier of the shop.
Its effect was absurd.
It tripled my regeneration—pushing it beyond instant healing into true immortality.
If even a single atom of me remained, I would regenerate completely in ten seconds. Even total erasure only delayed me briefly.
"Yeah," I muttered, flexing my hand. "I'm broken now."
Stronger than Momonga. Stronger than his entire guild.
I exhaled slowly and looked out over my domain.
A massive castle floated in a sealed dimension—my dimension. Before me stood my creations.
Gojo and Draco remained silent, vigilant as ever.
Fubuki stood with her arms crossed, posture composed—but her eyes always flicked back to me when she thought I wasn't looking. Her restrained desire was palpable, making her seem more alive than ever.
Kurama stayed closest to my side, calm and attentive, her presence warm and reassuring. The loyalty in her gaze was unwavering.
Esdeath… smiled. Sharp, dangerous, intoxicating. Predatory. Devotion and obsession flickered in her expression.
Their loyalty pressed against my senses constantly. I had altered the flavor text for three of them—Fubuki, Esdeath, and Kurama. Absolute devotion. Eternal loyalty.
"Well," I chuckled quietly, lowering myself onto the Throne of the War Gods, "this could be fun."
The countdown timer hovered above me, ticking closer to zero.
Before it ended, I opened my status.
Stats
Level: 1000
Race: Genus Z Zombie Variant
Strength: BEYOND GAME LIMITS
Agility: BEYOND GAME LIMITS
Durability: BEYOND GAME LIMITS
Sense: BEYOND GAME LIMITS
Stamina: ∞
Titles
God of War
World Destroyer
Bloodthirsty
War Maniac
Pursued by the God of Love, Aphrodite
"Well," I said calmly, closing the screen, "two years of grinding, destruction… and a little hacking."
Then I waited.
When the timer hit zero, I closed my eyes.
The world shifted.
Weight. Texture. Presence.
This wasn't a game anymore.
I stood, feeling reality settle around me.
"Finally."
My voice was deeper now—grounded, commanding. Real.
Esdeath was the first to react, stepping closer without hesitation. Her gaze lingered, sharp and heated.
"So this is your true form," she said softly. "Magnificent."
Fubuki turned her head away, cheeks faintly flushed, though her fingers tightened at her side.
Kurama smiled gently, her tail swaying once before she stilled it, standing beside me as if it was the most natural place in the world.
"Master," she said warmly.
Gojo and Draco knelt immediately.
"My lord," Draco said gravely. "We have been transported into nothingness."
"Oh?" I replied, eyes narrowing slightly. "Initiate full lockdown. Defensive positions. All of you."
"Yes, my lord."
They vanished instantly—movement beyond sound.
Then I felt it.
A system window appeared before my eyes.
Multiverse Travel System unlocked.
Access granted to all multiverses.
I smirked.
"So you didn't scam me after all," I muttered. "You shitty war god."
Worlds unfolded before me—countless realities layered together.
I paused.
Then selected DxD.
Reality twisted.
My entire dimension descended into the Underworld, merging seamlessly with it.
"Well, for fuck's sake," I muttered.
Devils gathered almost immediately, drawn by the sudden appearance of my castle. One stepped forward, shouting threats.
I glanced at him.
My aura erased him into mist.
Silence followed.
"fucker."
I teleported out, facing the gathered forces—thousands of devils, led by the Satans themselves.
Sirzechs Lucifer.
Serafall Leviathan.
Serafall froze when she saw me.
Her playful grin vanished, replaced by wide eyes and a rapidly deepening blush. Power rolled off me—but it wasn't just that.
Her heart raced. Her breath hitched. An unfamiliar warmth spread through her before she could stop it.
This is bad, she thought faintly.
"W-Who are you…?" she asked, voice wavering despite herself.
"Mars."
The sound of my voice made her knees weaken. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay upright.
"M-Mars… are you a deity?" she asked quickly, cheeks burning. "I—I'm sorry."
(She felt the pure masculinity rolling off of my mixed with my handsomeness that out match gods.)
I chuckled softly.
"Yes," I said. "I am a deity. I came here to explore."
My aura pressed down on them like a mountain.
Sirzechs stepped forward, crimson power flaring.
He pushed his aura against mine.
I grinned.
"You want to fight?"
The first exchange was brutal.
I didn't overpower him instantly.
Sirzechs smashed me across the ground with a single punch. Cracks ran through the earth beneath me. My body exploded into mist, only to reform. The pain was intense, shocking—but I could feel myself adapting.
He struck again and again. Each attack shredded my limbs. For the first time in years, I felt struggle. My adaptive powers weren't instant yet. I had to learn, fight, survive.
Blows struck my chest, arms, head. Each strike taught me something—faster reflexes, sharper senses, denser muscles forming beneath my skin. My regeneration barely kept me coherent, but every hit made me stronger.
Serafall's eyes widened in awe. Even the other Satans paused, witnessing the emergence of something beyond comprehension.
Then, my adaptation kicked in.
The world slowed. Sirzechs' strikes were sharp, fast, deadly—but my body learned faster. Muscles reacted before I consciously thought. Every attack that should have hurt, failed. Every strike that tore me apart before, now barely scratched me.
I grinned.
"Who decided," I roared, aura cracking the Underworld itself, "that you were stronger than the true God of War?"
My strength multiplied wildly. Sirzechs' attacks became laughably slow, his destruction magic fizzled against my enhanced durability, and my speed overtook him by multiples.
I moved at Mach 3, precision strikes raining down on every bone in his body. Not enough to kill him—yet—but enough to shatter him completely.
Sirzechs stumbled, staggering from my onslaught.
I pressed the advantage. Every hit multiplied my power. My body, adapting at exponential rates, grew stronger, faster, sharper with each impact.
"You taught me well," I said, voice distorted by my aura. "Without you, I wouldn't have grown stronger."
Finally, Sirzechs collapsed to one knee.
I stood over him, unscathed, breathing evenly.
"You bastard." sirzecks cursed then collapsed unconscious
"well deserved for attacking the God of War" I said with a evil smile.
Behind me, I felt it.
Esdeath's predatory gaze sharpened, tinged with a dangerous smile.
Fubuki's composure cracked for just a moment, eyes lingering despite herself.
Kurama's warm hand rested lightly on my arm, heart steady but undeniably drawn.
And in the distance, Serafall stared—blushing, breathless, heart pounding—watching a man who was both terrifying and irresistibly alluring.
To be continued.....