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Chapter 122: A heaven-defying offer
🕑 Added 2020-10-07 00:38:10 +0000 UTCI gifted a stealth orb to Grayfia. She didn't believe me at first but after shattering the orb, she activated the skill and her eyes widened.
We stalked the Maous from a safe distance, more than two kilometers away. Our eyes could easily see from this distance. Perception was an amazing stat.
Maous entered a building guarded by fallen angels.
"They are meeting outside Dragon Valley."
This was their way of making a non-advantageous territory. God had yet to arrive. Let's see how he looked.
But before that.
'Klyscha, you said to add HP and MP to my system.'
(Sorry, my love. I am still working on it.)
'Don't push yourself. Take a proper rest, or I'll spank you.'
(Like you did last night? I loved it.)
'Ahem, don't disclose our secrets in secret. People can hear us, you know.'
(Unn.)
Grayfia poked my fiery wings and winced at the heat. "Are you a bastard descendant of the Phenex Clan?"
"Grayfia, my dear. Did you not see me in the other world? You think a fried chicken crossed worlds to impregnate my mom?"
"Fried chicken." She giggled. "I am sorry for doubting your lineage."
Her attitude towards me improved a lot after I proposed to her.
I patted her head, which she accepted with a curious smile.
"What's this strange technique in your hands? Another magic?"
"No, it's a unique talent of mine. Headpats from my hands can conquer the strongest of beauties in a moment."
She gave a condescending smile. "You can't conquer me though."
"Only time will tell."
"I am not an easy woman."
"Says the girl who spouted her fetish without any reservations."
"Bastard," she growled, a thick blush on her face. "You hypnotized me into saying that!"
"You think I can do that?"
"He arrived…" she dodged the topic right there. I turned away from her and looked to the front. A golden magic circle appeared in the air, from which two Angels popped out. I almost froze seeing the blonde woman with twelve golden wings on her back and a golden halo above her head. Although she packed an enormous bust and curvaceous body under her white robe, her droopy aquamarine eyes brimmed with innocence like a child.
She was none other than Gabriel.
The other dude was a bishounen with long blonde hair and green eyes. Dressed in a red robe with golden shoulder plates, he also had twelve wings like Gabriel.
Michael, huh.
Two Seraphs arrived. The magic circle shone again and a white haired old man arrived. He had no wings, halo or any weapons. I would have mistaken him as a senior citizen if not for the enormous pressure around him.
He was Biblical God, a being on the top 10 strongest list in DxD. Before the war, he was exhausted from sealing Trihexa. Otherwise, he would have bitch-slapped the rebellious Maous with no problem.
God suddenly turned to me and a strange smile appeared on his wrinkled face. A tingle traveled down my spine. I almost asked Klyscha to open a portal to return.
"Boy, are you interested in playing God?" a soft male voice rang in my head.
My stealth couldn't fool him. Did he want me to take his seat in Heaven?
"Why me?"
"Huh?" Grayfia nudged me. "Did you say something?"
I ignored her and kept my eyes on God.
"So you know I am the leader of Angels. It makes things easier. Boy, the power dormant inside you is far stronger than anyone I've met before. Even that abomination is a fool before your power. Neither are you an angel, devil, or fallen angel. But your light affinity surpasses even Gabriel, the most innocent soul this world has ever seen."
(He is talking about my divinity.)
'Okay. As for Light Affinity, I don't have one right now.'
(You have one but it's just not unlocked yet.)
'I see.'
"I shall meet with you after finishing my business with the Heavenly Dragons."
"Sure, oldie."
He replied with a lighthearted chuckle and flew down with Seraphs.
"Old man? My hair has been silver since birth. You don't have to call me an oldie for that." Grayfia pressed her hand on my forehead. "He doesn't have a fever. Is he going nuts after my rejection? I didn't reject him though."
She put a finger on her full, pink lips. I held myself from kissing them and flicked her forehead with some strength.
She rubbed her forehead with one hand and squinted. "What was that for?"
"I talked to God just now."
"Seriously?"
"He is an amusing fella." I took her hand. "Let's practice hand-holding until they finish their meeting."
(M-My love, that's too lewd for a virgin like her!)
Grayfia snatched her hand and flew down with her devil, bat-like wings.
"Wait."
"I haven't acknowledged you. Stop harassing me before that."
"Does that mean I can harass you after you acknowledge me?"
Her wings stopped at my shamelessness. She regained her balance and descended in silence.
Grayfia watched the building with hawk-like eyes. I slapped her back and brought forth my secret weapon—the comfiest in the world!
"Grayfia, come."
She deadpanned and settled her butt on the edge of the bed. "Soft… what is this material?"
"Be my maid and I shall answer."
"Never mind me."
I grabbed the Hymn of Spirits Grimoire and my special glasses. The Elemental Roulette skill was hard to level up.
"A grimoire." Grayfia crept closer and craned her neck to read the text. "Is this gibberish?"
"There are some languages even a Devil's innate skill can't comprehend."
"Impossible…"
I caressed her cheeks and pecked her forehead. "Everything is possible, my dear."
Me being here after dying is a testament to that. It was proof that worshipping milfs could lead to heaven-defying results, even more than xianxia stupid protagonists!
Grayfia pushed me away and took the Grimoire, inspecting its every nook and cranny. She still couldn't hide her ears red in embarrassment.
"Pervert…" she cursed under her breath.
"The way you adore maids, I am sure a woman like you can also be called a pervert."
She groaned and threw the Grimoire back at me.
Let's see her stats. The thought brought up a blue window in my face.
Grayfia Lucifuge Lv. 93
—Designated Title: Devil Maid
—Race: Devil
—Class: Mistress of Frost
Attributes:
—Strength: 189
—Dexterity: 207
—Constitution: 200
—Defense: 220
—Charm: 49
—Demonic Power: 493
Skills:
[—Language (Special): Other people will hear the user's voice in their native language.]
[—Night Vision (F-Rank): The user can see things in darkness.]
[—Devil Curse (Curse): The user receives additional damage from Light and Holy Element.]
[—Elemental Resistance (F): The user's immense demonic power makes them resistant to natural elements.]
[—Sunburn Immunity (Special): The user is immune from getting a sunburn in their native world.]
[—Demonic Magic (B-Rank): The user can cast spells with imagination.]
[—Etiquette (D-Rank): The user is well-versed in the art of etiquette.]
[—Cooking (D-Rank): The user subconsciously richens the flavor of their cooking through their thoughts.]
[—Frozen Heart (Unique): The spells related to Ice Element are 20% stronger and consume less energy.]
And here is a beauty with a frozen heart. Jokes aside, this unique skill was a wet dream for every ice magician. Even the world acknowledged her as a maid. Gotta love the flair. Her stats were a step above mine but our levels had a wide gap. How the fuck? Was an Ultimate Class like her only comparable to Level 8 in Danmachi?
(My love, calm down! Don't forget our race, we are high human, the pinnacle of all the mortal races.)
I nodded.
(And levels don't show someone's destructive powers. They are only a set of attributes of any individual, the way they use their powers depends on themselves. A level 8 can't destroy a town, because the magic in Danmachi follows different laws from this world and has severe limitations. Whereas this world's Devil Magic depends solely on the power of imagination. A level 8 can compete with Ultimate Class in terms of raw stats. But the former's attacking power is overwhelmingly outmatched in comparison to the latter.)
Ah shit. This wasn't a game where fights purely depended on stats. Have to keep it in mind.
"Stop staring at me like that!"
It seemed the maid was having delusions of me ogling her body.
I opened the book and immersed myself in the wonders of nature.
