Dxd Issei : The Gaming Gear

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"I see." The Gamer nodded. "Incidentally, why is it that you constantly use 'God of the Bible' rather than a shorter turn of phrase?"

"Because simply calling the God of the Bible by His bare name damages Devils. Even someone else saying it in close proximity affects us." Rias answered simply. "Not badly though. It's more like a sudden bad headache most of the time because actual believers in Christianity have become much rarer in the last few centuries."

"That sounds like a very big hoax." The human stated flatly, his disbelief obvious.

"Say it." Sona challenged him.

"God." The Gamer stated, and every Devil present flinched in pain. He looked at an invisible screen before him. "Huh…according to my Sacred Gear, I just caused every Devil within earshot ten points of Holy Damage via the System of…the God of the Bible. Because of the Devil Weakness to the Holy Element, that's twenty points of damage."

Saji looked kind of spacy for a moment before he recovered. Understandable, as he was the weakest Devil present by far.

"This is unbelievable. Why go through all the trouble of writing that into his system?" the Gamer shook his helmeted head in shock. "It seems like a lot of effort for an effect that seems…pettily spiteful."

"The original Lucifer rebelled against Him and created beings that are the exact opposite to true Angels in essence and purpose." Rias stated. "As Lucifer was one of His first living creations, that must have been…galling. No one knows the mind of the God of the Bible, not even His Angels, but we have to assume that he intends to get around to removing us from the world at some point. Until He wants to do so and restarts the war for that purpose, His System acts as a reminder to every Devil, Pureblood or Reincarnated, that He is watching and punishing us for the sin our existence reminds him of."

"Huh…sounds like a bad case of sour grapes to me." The red-armoured man shrugged before suddenly stiffening and drawing his red metal (Bloodmetal he had called it) gladius and another short sword, made from the same red metal, that had several large serrations running down one side of it.

Kiba quickly identified it as a Swordbreaker, a form of parrying blade designed to catch, block, and deflect attacking blades.

"Ratmen." The Gamer said tensely as chittering cackles started to resound from around them. "Prepare for combat."

Several shadows detached themselves from the trees, revealing hunched-over ratmen clad in black and grey outfits and carrying rusty-looking swords and daggers in their forepaws. Some had green-tinged blades that the experienced Gamer quietly informed them were Warp Blades, weapons with blades forged from that 'Warpstone' material and poisonous to the touch.

"Kehehehehe…it has been a while, Man-Thing." A soft voice said as a figure of pure darkness materialised out of the shadows in much the same way that the Gamer had.

"Snikch. So murdering the Council of Thirteen wasn't enough for you, I see." The red-armoured man said faux calmly, though whether it was fear or anger he was repressing Sona couldn't be sure. "You want to add me to your list of victims too?"

"What…who…is this?" Rias asked calmly, eyeing the newcomer cautiously.

"Oh, do tell her, Man-Thing." The ratman chuckled. "I like my future marks to know who will take their heads."

"This, Rias Gremory, is the ratman known as Snikch, the Deathmaster. He is the Master Assassin of the Ratman People and almost killed me a few days ago." The Gamer pointed the gladius at Snikch threateningly. "You've gotten stronger, rat. Did murdering your former masters give you a boost in power?"

Snikch chuckled again. "Ah, to finally be rid of those fools-fools that claimed to be the Council but were just puppets-puppets…it was a heady feeling, Man-Thing. I am indeed stronger. Soon, I shall come to ply my trade on these fools-fools, but for the moment I have far-far more important targets. As apologies, my underlings will entertain you."

To the ratmen, he barked, "Kill-slay them!"

As the ninja-eske ratmen advance, Snikch himself returned to the shadows and vanished.

"Gamer's Gear!" the armoured man shouted.

[Game On!]

In a flash, the blue Sacred Gear appeared on his arm.

"Show the Devils the truth of this world!" the Gamer commanded, raising his right arm to point his sword at the sky.

"What are you-?!" Rias started.

[Revelation!]

A wave of blue light erupted from the Sacred Gear and struck every Devil in the area. Minorly disorientated, Sona blinked her eyes before she focussed on one of the approaching ratmen and blinked again as she spotted words floating above its head.

Gutter Runner LV15

[Throat Slitter]

Quickly, she turned her head to look at the person who had caused all of this, only to be disappointed.

Red Armoured Man LV15

[Ratcatcher]

"What is this?!" she demanded.

"A look through my eyes. This is the world for me ever since the [Gamer's Gear] activated." The man answered ruefully.

Deciding to shelve the matter until later, Sona analysed the enemies. Most were 'Gutter Runners' at Level 15, with a couple at Level 16. A small number were a different class completely.

Assassin Initiate LV16

[Gizzard Gasher]

Assassin Neophyte LV17

[Blood Spiller]

The most powerful one was troubling.

Lesser Assassin LV20

[Sneering One]

"Advice on fighting these things?" Kiba asked calmly, his eyes sharply moving between the advancing rat-creatures.

"A normal human is physically stronger than they are, but they're a lot faster and more agile. The ratmen also have no compunctions about fighting fair." The Gamer said firmly. "The ninja types like to use their tails to use a third weapon to sneak attack you, most use a concealed poisoned spike near the tip as a weapon. Any ratman who isn't a Slave will also use teamwork, but they do not care about the deaths of their fellows. The leaders also remain at the rear unless forced. Any one of you aside from Saji there could handily kill all of these ratmen without breaking a sweat."

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