Becoming Enkidu in DxD

A gentle voice echoed throughout the arena—calm, composed, and final.

"This concludes the Rating Game. Victory goes to the challenger, Shin Akira."

It was Grayfia Lucifuge, the cold and elegant maid of the Gremory household, delivering the official verdict.

But for anyone who had been watching the brutal match for the past forty minutes, the result had long since been decided.

The curtains had finally closed on this spectacle of domination.

And yet, for the entire Underworld, the true headline was not the match itself—but the human who had seized the spotlight.

A lone man had crushed the pride of the Phenex family and snatched away their bride-to-be… not through politics or schemes, but through sheer, unrelenting force.

The moment Akira was teleported out of the arena by the Rating Game's exit magic, he was greeted by the sight of countless devils surrounding him.

Many among them were high-ranking, their gazes sharp with interest—and in some cases, thinly veiled greed.

After all, Akira wasn't bound to anyone.

He wasn't the servant of any devil. He hadn't signed any slave contract, nor had he been officially added to Rias Gremory's peerage.

He was completely unattached.

A free agent.

But Akira ignored them all.

Their gazes meant nothing.

They were nothing.

"...Riser-oniisama, are you okay?" came a trembling voice—soft, yet thick with worry.

Not far away, Ravel Phenex knelt beside her brother, supporting his battered body as best she could. Her delicate hands shook as she clutched him, her usually composed face now drained of color.

Riser Phenex… was unresponsive. Eyes unfocused. Breathing shallow.

The trauma had taken root deep inside him.

Meanwhile, the rest of his team—his proud peerage—stood frozen in place, not daring to approach Akira. Fear clung to them like a heavy fog.

Each of them had tasted defeat at Akira's hands.

Each had seen their King—their symbol of pride—broken down piece by piece in an agonizing, humiliating forty-minute descent into hell.

They would never forget it.

Akira took a step forward, his voice calm and quiet—but cutting like a blade of ice.

"Be thankful this was just a Rating Game. If this had been a real battle… you'd be begging for death long before it ended."

He wasn't angry.

He wasn't mocking.

He was just stating the truth.

And that made it even more terrifying.

Riser said nothing.

But his body began to tremble, violently this time.

The words had pierced him deeper than any wound.

It was no longer just fear of defeat—it was fear of Akira himself. Something primal. Permanent.

That kind of trauma wouldn't fade.

And the next time they met, it would all come rushing back.

Everyone around them understood that clearly. Even Ravel, who was usually known for her grace and quick wit, remained silent. Her eyes, however, burned with a quiet fury.

This was the Underworld.

Power was everything.

The strong stood above all. The weak had no right to resist.

Moments later, Rias Gremory stepped forward, her crimson hair swaying with each stride. Her team followed behind her.

"...Akira, that was..."

She hesitated, her voice faltering.

Even she hadn't expected the match to end this violently. She knew how serious Akira could be—but this... was on another level.

Akira simply shrugged.

"Nothing much. I just reminded a certain turkey to stay in his coop."

Rias blinked, then let out a soft sigh.

"I see…"

She knew it was far more than that. What had just happened wasn't just a lesson—it was a declaration. A statement that echoed across the entire Underworld.

Still, as his official fiancée—and the one who had been saved from a forced marriage—Rias chose silence.

After all, she had never liked Riser. His arrogance, his entitled behavior, and the pressure he constantly applied to make her submit—it had all built up into a deep, simmering disgust.

In a way, watching him fall like this felt... satisfying.

But that satisfaction didn't last long.

A new presence approached. Dark, heavy, and commanding.

A tall man in regal attire stepped forward—his every movement radiating nobility and intimidation.

The head of House Phenex.

Riser's father.

He silently knelt beside his son, placing a hand over his chest and pouring healing magic into his body.

But after a moment, the man's face twisted.

He had seen it.

Riser's magic circuits—once brimming with potential—were now irreparably burned.

The source of it was clear.

Nirvāṇa.

That final transformation Riser had used to keep fighting. A forbidden power that devoured future strength in exchange for temporary might.

Now, the cost had come due.

His son's future had been burned away.

No more hope of ascending to Ultimate-Class Devil.

No more dreams of carrying House Phenex into a new age.

Just… ash.

The patriarch rose slowly, his eyes locking onto Akira.

His expression was cold.

Controlled.

But behind it, rage and hatred boiled like a roaring inferno.

He had lost a son—not in body, but in worth.

And the one who had destroyed him stood calmly, arrogantly, like it was nothing.

Of course. Here's the fully translated and revised chapter in English, with the requested style and tone:

"You humans… you forced my son to awaken Nirvāṇa. I won't forget this!"

A surge of dark, oppressive demonic magic exploded from the man's body, blanketing the area in suffocating pressure.

It was the aura of a peak Ultimate-class Devil—just one step away from reaching the level of a Maou.

That single step, however, had blocked his path for years. Still, his power remained a considerable threat among the noble families of the Underworld.

Rias stepped forward, her expression turning grim.

"…What is this? After your son failed, now you send his father for revenge?"

But before the tension could escalate further, another overwhelming force descended from the sky.

The pressure was far greater.

Like a hurricane devouring a breeze, the new presence crushed the Phenex patriarch's aura in an instant. Every living being within its range froze, shaken to their core.

This was an aura no one could rival.

The presence belonged to none other than Sirzechs Lucifer, one of the Four Great Maou, and the reigning sovereign of the Underworld.

Within seconds, the oppressive force of the Phenex head evaporated, smothered by the sheer gravity of Sirzechs' presence.

Even though the patriarch had reached the peak of Ultimate-class and was close to becoming a Maou himself—when it came to true power, he stood no chance against Akira.

"One roasted turkey's done," Akira said coldly, his voice sharp like a blade. "Might as well send the old one after him."

Chains shimmered into existence behind him.

Chains of Heaven—countless in number—appeared out of thin air, glowing with a cold, divine light. Each chain honed in on the heart and head of the Phenex patriarch, aiming to strike him down without hesitation.

If the son had experienced Nirvāṇa... then the father should, too. That was Akira's intent.

And if the old man lacked the power to resist?

Then death would simply be the natural outcome.

Akira thought so without the slightest doubt.

By now, he had ascended to a level comparable to a Maou. He was the wielder of Boosted Gear, the Longinus-class Sacred Gear also known as the Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet—Sekiryūtei no Yoru.

Combined with Chains of Heaven in its True Name Release state—he possessed a power that could shake the entire Underworld.

Taking down someone like the Phenex patriarch?

Nothing but a formality.

But just before the holy chains pierced their target—a violent burst of crimson demonic energy surged in from the side, blasting the chains away and scattering their light across the sky.

The shockwave rattled the atmosphere, distorting the air with raw force.

It was Destruction Magic—undeniably from the Gremory bloodline, but… on an entirely different scale.

Far beyond what Rias could ever produce.

Her voice trembled in recognition. "Onii-sama…!"

Akira turned, his gaze shifting toward the figure that had just arrived.

A man with crimson hair, draped in the regal mantle of a Maou, stood calmly amidst the chaos. His presence exuded quiet majesty, and his aura weighed heavily upon the world itself.

Sirzechs Lucifer.

The supreme ruler of the Underworld, the strongest of the Four Maou—and Rias Gremory's older brother.

"Shin Akira-san," Sirzechs said, his voice gentle but firm, "why don't we end things here?"

Akira offered a small smirk. "Of course. After all, you're Rias' older brother… which makes you my senior, doesn't it? I'll back off."

"Thank you."

Sirzechs nodded slightly, though his piercing gaze never left Akira.

He understood clearly.

This young man had genuinely intended to kill the head of the Phenex family.

It wasn't an empty threat. It was conviction.

The Sekiryūtei—the Red Dragon Emperor—had now reached Maou-class strength. He wielded Chains of Heaven with full authority, a divine weapon only ever seen in legend.

Even Sirzechs himself couldn't predict how far this boy's power could go.

Historically, even reaching Ultimate-class with Boosted Gear was considered a miracle.

But Maou-class?

That was nearly unheard of.

Yet here he stood—Shin Akira, a human boy younger than Rias herself—now standing in that exact realm.

The Phenex patriarch stood frozen in place, his expression pale.

He understood now.

Akira truly meant to kill him just now.

And he'd done it in front of a gathering of high-class devils and noble bloodlines. Without fear. Without hesitation.

But the more he thought about it…

The more he realized—it was simply the reality of this world.

Power was everything.

And the strong… had the privilege of being above reproach.

"Lord Phenex," Sirzechs spoke again, soft but commanding, "I apologize for what happened today. It seems there's been a misunderstanding. I hope you won't take it to heart. Shin Akira didn't mean to offend you."

"…Of course, Lucifer-sama. I understand."

What else could he say?

Sirzechs had made his stance clear.

By calling Akira "family," he had effectively announced to the entire Underworld that this boy now stood under his personal protection.

A declaration louder than any threat.

And deep in his heart, the Phenex patriarch couldn't help but wonder—had this all been planned from the beginning?

Had Sirzechs approved this Rating Game specifically to showcase Akira?

Was this whole affair—the humiliation of Riser, the forced awakening of Nirvāṇa, the public shaming of the Phenex name—just a stage to debut a new Maou-tier contender?

But of course…

His opponent wasn't just any Devil.

He was Sirzechs Lucifer—a being whose power and influence were inseparably woven into the structure of devil society.

And for the Phenex family—who had stubbornly rejected every peaceful offer from the Gremory household...

Perhaps this was simply the retribution they deserved.

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