DxD: Transfer Student!

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he'd already learned of the Biblical and Norse pantheons; the emergence of an Eastern God wasn't particularly surprising.

Even if it were true, this wasn't the actual Sun Wukong, Just an inheritor of the title. There was even less reason for concern.

Sirzechs, however, hesitated.

He didn't understand why Badr cared about the "Fighting Buddha." His immediate thought was that Badr might have some connection to the Eastern gods.

Now, Sirzechs was preoccupied with how to appease him.

Badr was different now. While Sirzechs had previously considered him talented, he now recognized Badr as a genius demanding serious attention.

A future Transcendent Being, this would greatly benefit the entire Devil race.

How did he get involved with the Eastern gods? His background check had been completely clean.

Sirzechs felt troubled. Now that Badr was a Devil, he couldn't let such a talent slip away.

Meanwhile, Bikou was bewildered.

They'd never met before, and he couldn't understand the source of Badr's strange goodwill. Yet, Badr didn't seem particularly concerned about him...

It was bizarre.

But he didn't have time to dwell on it. Those rural deities from the North were causing trouble again. It was time to call the White Dragon Emperor back for a brawl.

"Regardless of your connection to the original, I'm different. I live a life of freedom," he declared, spinning his iron staff as a powerful energy surged from him.

Unlike holy power or demonic power, Bikou wielded Senjutsu, or Sage Arts.

Another entirely new power.

He slammed his staff into the ground, and a Senjutsu magic circle materialized beneath his feet, destabilizing the space around them.

It appeared to be a teleportation circle.

Badr didn't interfere, silently observing as the two figures were enveloped by the circle.

"I'm off. I look forward to our next meeting. I will defeat you then," Vali declared seriously. Though he knew he was currently no match for Badr, his fighting spirit hadn't diminished in the slightest; it had only intensified.

"I await you anytime," Badr replied nonchalantly.

Whoosh!

Vali and Bikou vanished as they teleported through the rift, and the invasion finally came to an end.

The leaders of the three factions combined their powers to return from the dimensional gap to the real world, successfully signing the peace treaty.

The long-troubled peace treaty was finally established.

"Alright, can you tell us about your current situation?" Rias, deeply concerned about Badr's true condition, finally spoke.

Even the major figures like Sirzechs turned their attention towards him.

Clearly, they were all curious.

After all, it was the legendary [Transcendent] state.

Badr chuckled wryly. "I have officially Progressed to the rank of High-Class Devil. But to be honest, I don't know how to explain what you call [Transcendence]."

"Tell us about your general experience," Serafall Leviathan said, winking at Badr with her right eye, a playful sparkle like a magical girl.

Badr gave Serafall a slightly puzzled look. This Maou had a rather peculiar personality...

"...Simply put, it's like a manifestation of willpower," he explained, choosing words they could understand. "For example, I'm a High-Class Devil now, and I have a sword in my hand."

He picked up a straight-looking twig.

Everyone: "..."

They stared at the twig in Badr's hand, their expressions a mix of amusement and seriousness as they listened intently.

"Generally, when a High-Class Devil like me achieves something significant, the weapon they use gains some renown, right? At that point, people might call this sword the 'High-Class Devil's Sword.'"

They still didn't quite understand.

But Badr continued, "Thus, its essence changes. It's my will, as a High-Class Devil, that imbues this sword with a legendary attribute. In other words..."

Swish!!

Badr flicked the twig. Though it was an ordinary twig, its material unchanged, and Badr hadn't used any demonic power, it emitted a burst of sword energy, carving a nearly ten-meter-long gash into the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Uh... I don't get it at all!" Serafall said, pressing her hand to her forehead in bewilderment.

If a High-Class Devil like Badr could do this, why couldn't Maous like Sirzechs, who were stronger than him, achieve the same?

Regardless, a Maou's sword should sound much more impressive than a High-Class Devil's sword, right?

Badr shrugged. "This is probably the power of will and belief. Because I'm holding it, it transforms from a twig into a High-Class Devil's Sword, transcending its original essence."

"Does that mean you can create Sacred Gears at will? Is your Ascalon a Sacred Gear now?" Rias inquired.

"It can become a Sacred Gear under the influence of my will. If I cease that influence, it reverts to a holy sword. This 'transcendence' is still limited by the material. Even if an ordinary twig transcends its essence, it can't compare to the power of a true Sacred weapon."

Everyone smiled wryly.

Badr's explanation boiled down to a single statement:

It's a talent.

Indeed, if [Transcendence] were so easily understood, there wouldn't be only one recorded instance throughout history, Badr himself...

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Unable to obtain a complete explanation from Badr, everyone seemed relatively accepting.

After all, [Transcendence], like Badr's [Absolute Control], was something unattainable for others. They didn't press the matter further.

Some things were simply impossible. Having reached their level of power, they understood this simple truth.

"Well, I suppose this matter is settled. Oh, right. I'd like to stay in this town for a while longer. Is that alright?" Azazel asked, looking at Rias, as this was nominally her territory.

"Of course. In fact, there's something I'd like to ask of you," Sirzechs said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Rias peerage.

They all possessed immense potential, yet to be fully realized.

This was a good opportunity.

"No problem. I'm tired, so I'll head back now."

Azazel agreed without even asking what it was, activating a teleportation spell and vanishing.

Badr, however, called out to Michael, who was about to return to Heaven.

"Mr. Michael, please wait. I have a request."

"What is it? Anything within my power."

"It's about Asia and Xenovia," Badr said with a gentle smile. "Since the peace treaty has been signed, could you allow them to continue praying to God?"

The two girls were incredibly pure. It was that purity that made them so endearing and radiant.

Both had experienced much before becoming Devils, but their devout faith remained unwavering. However, as Devils, they could no longer pray without suffering pain and intense headaches.

Badr had witnessed their struggles. Now was the perfect time to ask Michael to resolve this issue.

Michael paused at Badr's request, his gaze falling upon Asia and Xenovia.

He recognized the two girls, once among the most devout believers. It was a shame fate had led them down this path.

"Asia, Xenovia."

"Yes!"

"I ask you, even though God is no more, do you still wish to pray to Him?"

Asia replied with fervor, "Yes... I want to continue praying..."

Xenovia nodded in agreement. "Me too."

Irina Shidou stepped forward, guilt evident in her voice. "I misjudged you before. I'm truly sorry."

"I bear some responsibility for what happened," Michael said softly.

"Lord Michael, it would be a fitting symbol of peace," Sirzechs suggested with a smile.

"Indeed... having two Devils who can pray to God without harm... that doesn't sound bad."

Michael smiled, signaling his agreement.

"Then, I'll modify the system after returning to Heaven. You two, come with me. Irina can bring you back tomorrow."

Asia and Xenovia were overjoyed.

"Yes!"

The pure-hearted nun excitedly threw herself into Badr's arms. "Badr, I... I can go to Heaven..."

Badr chuckled, stroking Asia's golden hair.

"...Remember to take lots of pictures."

Heaven... he hadn't been there himself.

He wasn't particularly interested, but he understood Asia and Xenovia's excitement. They were devout believers, and Heaven had always been their goal.

"Yes, Badr! I love you the most!" Asia declared loudly, kissing Badr on the cheek in front of everyone.

"Ah, Asia..." Rias started to speak, but trailed off. She had been about to do the same but had been beaten to it.

"Oh my, Asia's so bold," Akeno Himejima giggled.

Badr smiled after Asia's kiss. "Alright, don't keep Mr. Michael waiting. Go and come back quickly."

He then turned to Xenovia. "You can pray freely from now on, Xenovia."

"Y-yes..."

Gazing into Badr's gentle eyes, Xenovia was momentarily captivated. She blushed as she came back to her senses.

This boy was truly kind. No wonder Rias, Asia, and the others...

Xenovia realized she, too, was drawn to Badr's charm.

Powerful and confident, yet gentle and reliable, his radiance was dazzling...

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Finally, with everything settled, and it getting late, everyone began their journeys home.

With a flash of magical light, Badr returned to his house, accompanied by Rias.

Whenever he was home, she would almost always end up in his bed...

Back in his house, a relaxed expression softened Badr's features.

"A lot happened today."

"Yes, I didn't expect so many unexpected turns," Rias agreed.

"But it's all over now," Badr said with a light smile. "I'm going to take a bath. I can finally relax."

He changed his shoes and headed towards the bathroom. 

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