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The Fallen Gamer 3
🕑 Added 2023-08-26 00:37:48 +0000 UTCChapter 3:
A few minutes later, I was still walking through the surprisingly large graveyard. I was a bit bored and I decided to use my observe skill on the dress I was wearing. It was incredibly comfortable and I could tell it was very finely crafted. It was also my only current possession. I was a bit of a naughty girl since becoming a Fallen and I wasn’t wearing anything beneath the dress. ‘I’ had never been in a relationship though, because every other Fallen Angel always treated me like a sibling. I couldn’t date a devil obviously because my race was still in a cold war with them. I also didn’t want to date any humans in the Grigori, because they were all pretty much either creepy ex-priests or children at Azazel’s academy…It was slim pickings when it came to romantic partners to say the least. I was unironically the most innocent Fallen Angel in all of the Grigori.
[Layla’s dress: A short black dress hand woven by her big sister Penemue for Layla’s creation day. Clothing materials unknown.]
I smiled at that as a new memory surfaced in my mind of her giving me this dress at my party. Angels and Fallen Angel’s rarely celebrated their creation days, but they always wanted to throw a party for me on my own creation day. Probably because I was the ‘baby’ of the family. That was ironic considering I was still technically a few hundred years old even if the majority of ‘my life’ was spent in heaven doing nothing in particular. It's no wonder I got so bored after hundreds of years of monotony that I decided to venture out to the human world.
The dress I was wearing was a special keepsake to me. I decided that I'd try to get a new outfit soon so I could store my dress away. I didn’t want it to be damaged from whatever inevitable combat I'd be getting into as a gamer.
At least now, with all of these new memories, I knew how to properly use my Angelic abilities. I had memories of years of flying experience with my wings. Not many memories of combat though. I never participated in the great war between Angels, Devils, and the Fallen as I was created right at the end of it. Looking at my stats, I didn’t really like how low everything besides my HP was. I’d played enough games in my past life to know ‘intelligence’ always boosted magic so I decided to dump my spare points into that.
“System, please allocate all my free stat points into intelligence.”
[Points allocated. Intelligence has gone from 10→20. MP has gone from 100→200. HP has gone from 1000→2000]
As the change settled in I immediately felt more powerful. My available magic pool had instantly doubled! I also felt something fundamentally shift inside of me! From my back, my black wings immediately sprang forth! What I wasn't expecting however was that a second pair of wings joined them!
I had become a four winged Fallen Angel just like that… I know in the grand scheme of things, that was still considered canon fodder in DxD, but at least I wasn't a complete magical weakling anymore. I also knew that I had made the right stat investment choice. Angels and Fallen Angels were inherently magical beings. Intelligence would be the main stat I’d be scaling my build off of to increase my power in the future. It also seemed like raising intelligence would also raise my HP since the more wings an Angel gained, the more naturally durable they became. While 2 winged Angels were only slightly more durable than humans, 4 wings would allow me to resist small calibur gunfire. At 6 wings, large caliber bullets would harmlessly bounce off me.
I figured I could gain strength by properly exercising my body. I wouldn’t be investing too many points into it. Next time I get more stat points, though, I'd be bumping up my luck. I didn't like that it was sitting at 0. That must be a Fallen racial trait. We were supposed to be ‘cursed’ beings after all.
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“AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!” I heard a scream not too far away from me! It sounded like a girl was screaming in absolute agony.
Memories of the injustices I’d seen before flashed in my mind! Even now, I never regretted Falling from grace to save those people! If someone was being hurt nearby, I wouldn’t just stand around and watch it happen.
[Quest Issued: The-girl-who-needed-saving. Rescue Heather Potter from the clutches of the newly resurrected evil lord Voldemort.]
[Reward: A Level Up!]
[Failure: Heather dies and you’ll feel terrible.]
Holy Crap! Was I in Harry Potter? Well i guess it’s not Harry Potter considering the system said Heather Potter…
My four black wings deployed behind me as I rocketed off into the air. The higher I went, I noticed that there was an actual magical barrier surrounding the entire graveyard in a dome pattern. That must have been some kind of Harry Potter anti-apparition or privacy ward. I wasn’t well versed in magic to understand more sadly and I didn’t have time to use observe on it. The screams of pain were growing louder and I was getting worried.
