Becoming Enkidu in DxD

A terrifying surge of magical energy erupted from Akira's slim frame—one that, up until now, seemed anything but threatening.

But now, that same frame radiated with overwhelming might, like a tidal wave crashing through everything in its path.

The artificial battlefield—created specifically for this Rating Game—shuddered violently. It was designed to contain energy no greater than what an Ultimate-class devil could handle.

So when a Maou-class power suddenly exploded into existence, the very foundation of the space began to show cracks.

Faint fractures formed across the dimensional walls.

If Akira's magic output increased any further, this entire pocket dimension could collapse altogether.

His power had already surpassed the limitations of the battlefield… and perhaps even the expectations of the entire Underworld.

And standing at the center of this storm was Riser Phenex.

He couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

All he could do was watch—his eyes wide in disbelief—as this overwhelming magical aura pressed down on him like a mountain.

It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Not even his father or elder brother had ever exuded this level of power.

What the hell is this guy…?

On the other side, Akira took a long, slow breath, centering himself.

Maou-class power… it was far beyond what he had ever imagined. Compared to an Ultimate-class devil, the difference wasn't just one of magnitude—it was like stepping into an entirely different realm.

But more than that…

Now that his Template Inheritance had reached 80%, Akira had gained access to the True Name Liberation of Chains of Heaven.

In other words, the true power of Enkidu had finally awakened within him.

The Chains of Heaven—a Noble Phantasm born from the World's Restraint Force—was an Anti-Purge weapon. It existed to bind and contain those who strayed beyond reason or logic.

In the Fate universe, it was said that when fully unleashed, this weapon could rival even Ea, the Sword of Rupture, wielded by the King of Heroes himself.

Slowly, Akira let his magic settle, drawing it back under control as the air grew still.

Then, he looked down.

Only one opponent remained.

Riser Phenex.

"...Just… what are you…?" Riser asked, his voice trembling. His entire body was shaking.

He had been standing the closest when Akira's magical pressure had been released. He'd felt it firsthand—raw, unfiltered.

And now, he understood something with absolute clarity.

He didn't stand a chance.

This wasn't just fear. This was reality—an undeniable fact looming over him like a sword ready to fall.

"I…"

Riser tried to speak.

But before the words could leave his lips, Chains of Heaven flashed through the air like a silent strike from a wrathful god.

Blood sprayed into the air.

"AAAAARGHH—!"

The scream tore out of Riser's throat as the divine chains ripped through his body.

The Immortality Trait that was unique to the Phenex bloodline should've protected him.

But it didn't.

Not against this weapon.

He tried to cry out his surrender, but Akira cut him off coldly.

"Don't say something boring like 'I surrender.' The game's only just begun, Riser Phenex."

Akira's eyes gleamed coldly.

"I remember your arrogance—your pride. You thought you were untouchable. You thought someone like me would bow before your legacy. So why should this end so easily?"

"Ghh… I…"

Riser could no longer speak properly. The pain had crushed whatever strength remained in him.

He wasn't a noble anymore.

He wasn't even a fighter.

He was just a broken puppet lying on the ground—stripped of pride, stripped of hope.

And the entire world was watching.

From the moment Akira had released that Maou-level aura—strong enough to nearly collapse the battlefield itself—every spectator understood something very, very important:

This human… had been hiding his fangs the entire time.

A Maou-class power wasn't just something relevant to devils. It was a tier that stood at the pinnacle of the entire supernatural world.

While a handful of Transcendents stood even higher—beings so powerful they were considered walking spiritual nuclear bombs—their numbers were rare.

And most of those active on the global stage today… were Maou-class.

Back in the VIP seating, the head of the Phenex House had gone pale.

"Lord Sirzechs. End this match. My son has lost."

He no longer wore that calm, smug expression. His voice was tight, laced with restrained panic.

He knew it.

Akira had used the Phenex name… as a stepping stone. A stepping stone to rise within the ranks of the devil society.

And the worst part?

He couldn't do a thing about it.

Even if he wanted to retaliate—wanted to crush that human into dust—he didn't have the authority.

Because sitting right next to him was none other than Sirzechs Lucifer.

As the head of a wealthy and influential clan, he could've tried to rally other Maou-class devils against Akira.

But now?

His son had been thoroughly defeated. Humiliated.

Akira had become not only the future fiancé of Rias Gremory—but a human who had reached Maou-class strength.

Who would dare touch him?

Not with Sirzechs Lucifer as his brother-in-law.

"Lord Phenex," Sirzechs said casually, though his tone carried an unmistakable edge, "this match isn't over."

"But… my son… he's—"

"He hasn't been transported out of the arena. He hasn't taken a fatal injury. He hasn't officially surrendered. According to the rules of the Rating Game, the match is still ongoing."

"But surely—"

The Phenex patriarch tried to protest.

But then Sirzechs turned to look at him directly.

His gaze was sharp, merciless—like being plunged from summer sunlight into a frozen abyss.

The man fell silent.

That look was a warning. And a reminder.

This was payback.

Payback for the countless times he had stubbornly opposed Rias's decision to cancel the arranged marriage—despite the many offers and political benefits the Gremory clan had extended.

Now… that karma had come full circle.

And not even he could beg for mercy on his son's behalf.

For just a moment, he remembered the Devil Civil War—the time when Sirzechs stood at the forefront of the reformist faction, a battlefield commander whose path was paved in blood.

People often mistook him as gentle.

But Sirzechs Lucifer hadn't become a Maou because of lineage.

He'd claimed that title with unmatched power.

And today, he allowed a young human named Shin Akira to teach the House of Phenex a lesson they would never forget.

No mercy.

No escape.

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