Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

Today is a beautiful day. The sky was clear, and clouds were drifting lazily.

The sun, as usual, brought warmth and light to this world, while everything unfolded as it always did.

People started their day as usual—heading to work, fulfilling responsibilities, or perhaps doing nothing at all.

In a city like any other in Japan, there was a school that stood out, fancier than the rest.

Even if something strange were to occur, life wouldn't come to a halt, as today marked the first day of the school year.

New students, alongside returning ones, gathered to begin their academic journey.

Smiles adorned the faces of all the students as they walked the paths toward the school. For the boys, those smiles were wider, as this was a girls' school. Everyone seemed excited, wondering what this year might have in store for them.

Everyone, that is, except for a single boy who sat alone on a park bench a mile away from the school.

He had slightly long black hair that fell over his forehead and wore black-framed glasses.

Around his neck rested a pair of headphones with glowing blue lines and intricate decorations.

His clear blue eyes seemed to reflect the sky itself, and while his face might not have been the epitome of beauty, it could easily be called handsome.

He wore the same boys' uniform of Kuoh Academy, yet his demeanor was anything but eager.

"It's fucking boring…" the boy muttered under his breath, gazing up at the sky with an expression of annoyance.

"I'm in a world with a vague mythology, no clear training system, and a broken power level. And yet… I can't do a damn thing."

He sighed deeply, his frustration apparent.

A gentle breeze swept through the park, rustling the leaves around him, but he paid it no mind.

"The stories always made it sound so exciting," he continued, almost talking to himself. "Get isekai'd, gain powers, change the world" He gestured vaguely toward the horizon.

He adjusted his glasses, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he looked toward the distant silhouette of Kuoh Academy.

The laughter and chatter of students reached his ears, faint but unmistakable.

This marked the 17th year of Leo's life in this world.

Yes, Leo wasn't originally from here. He was someone whose very existence was an anomaly in this place of gods, angels, and demons. The "why" and "how" of his arrival remained a mystery even to him.

It wasn't until a year ago, on his 16th birthday, that his memories returned.

The event was nothing short of a disaster.

One moment, he was cutting into a cake with his family, and the next, his mind was flooded with a lifetime of knowledge and experiences that weren't his.

Overwhelmed by the revelation, he almost hurled the cake into his parents' faces out of sheer frustration.

Sixteen years. Sixteen years he had lived blissfully ignorant, his memories sealed away, leaving him to grow up like any normal kid.

And for what? So he could be dropped back into the chaos with only a year to prepare for what was essentially a death sentence.

The city he lived in now wasn't ordinary.

The school he was about to attend wasn't either.

He'd pieced that much together quickly after his memories awakened.

After several fruitless experiments—jumping off fences, trying to summon energy blasts, and even standing under a full moon in some ridiculous hope of transformation—he came to a sobering conclusion: he was a normal human.

No powers.

No hidden abilities.

No divine spark.

No dual cultivation manual.

Just Leo, a regular guy with no means to survive in a world where the supernatural ran rampant.

Faced with this, Leo devised what he believed was the best course of action: stay the hell away from anything remotely supernatural.

His first plan was to convince his parents to leave the city altogether.

After all, he knew what kind of trouble brewed here—he'd read enough stories and seen enough tropes to predict what might happen. But that idea fell apart quickly.

His father had just landed a new job, one that brought him genuine happiness and financial stability for their family.

His mother was equally content, and the thought of uprooting their lives based on vague warnings or flimsy excuses was impossible to sell.

And so, Leo had no choice but to accept his reality. He was stuck in a "death zone" wrapped in plot armor that felt paper-thin.

His goal now was survival.

No heroics, no meddling with destiny, and definitely no drawing attention to himself.

If he had any say in it, he'd graduate, move far away from this chaos, and live a quiet, supernatural-free life.

"Yeah, right," he muttered, kicking a pebble on the path as he made his way toward the school.

His hands were stuffed into his pockets, his blue eyes scanning the distance as if expecting trouble to jump out at him any second.

"Just survive. That's the plan. No getting involved, no getting killed." He snorted at the thought.

"Simple enough, right?"

---

"I guess it's not that simple," Leo muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he noticed a figure standing on the rooftop of the school building.

It was lunch time and he was here to eat in silence.

The girl had white hair, a youthful, almost innocent face, and was staring down at him with an intensity that made him feel like the biggest piece of filth in all of humanity.

The sheer force of her gaze almost made him freeze in place.

What the hell? Why was this loli, look like she wanted to burn him alive with just her eyes?

He tried to break the tension with humor, hoping to diffuse whatever weird situation was unfolding. "Look, I'm not your father. It's physically impossible for me to have a—"

Before he could finish, the loli cut him off by throwing her bag directly at his face.

"Wha—?" Leo instinctively caught it with one hand, not expecting to react so quickly.

The bag felt light in his grip, but the moment was a blur.

Huh?

He blinked, still processing what had just happened, only to find the loli glaring down at him from above with her face now bright red.

Uh-oh.

"Okay, okay," Leo quickly backpedaled, realizing his humor had hit entirely the wrong note.

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding! You just had the look of a wronged child, alright?"

It was a pathetic attempt at damage control, but the loli didn't seem to be having any of it.

The angry fire in her eyes didn't waver.

Leo, now more than a little nervous, tried to gauge if his last line had made things better or worse.

"Great," he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead. "First day at school, and I'm already pissing off loli."

Leo gave her a small, apologetic smile as he handed the bag back. "I take back what I said. Now, let's have a truce, okay?" He offered his hand, trying to ease the tension.

"My name is Leo, short for Leonadis Williams," he said.

The girl—Koneko—looked at his hand for a moment before shaking it with a quick, almost robotic motion. "Koneko," she replied, her voice monotone.

Leo nodded, relieved that things weren't escalating further. "Nice to meet you, Koneko."

---

Leo sat at the rooftop, his pasta in front of him as he took a bite.

Koneko sat beside from him, her lunch much simpler—a traditional children's dish with rice and a side of pickles, along with a small apple pie she had brought herself.

The two ate in silence, occasionally glancing up at one another, but neither seemed to feel the need for conversation.

Leo was content with his pasta, savoring each bite, while Koneko quietly ate her meal, her gaze occasionally flicking toward Leo's food.

Finally, it was time for dessert.

Leo opened the bag with the homemade cookies he'd brought from home, the smell of chocolate chips filling the air.

As he pulled out a cookie, he noticed Koneko staring at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, the corners of her lips forming the beginnings of a drool.

Caught off guard by her open display of interest, Leo raised an eyebrow.

The moment she realized he was looking at her, she quickly corrected her expression, straightening up and fumbling with her apple pie in a flustered panic.

Her face flushed slightly, and Leo couldn't help but think it was adorable.

After a few moments of awkwardness, Koneko cleared her throat and awkwardly offered him a piece of her pie. "Trade?" she said, her monotone voice sounding almost shy.

Leo chuckled softly, appreciating the gesture, and smiled. "Okay," he replied, taking the offered slice of pie and holding it out to her in return with a cookie in his hand.

As they traded desserts, Koneko seemed a bit more at ease, though still visibly stoic.

Leo took a bite of the pie, enjoying the sweetness, while Koneko took a careful bite of the cookie, her expression softening as she chewed.

As the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over, Koneko began to gather her things and stood up to leave. However, before she could walk away, Leo called out to her.

"So, uh, friends?" he asked, mirroring the straightforward approach she had used earlier. His voice was casual, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity behind it.

Koneko stopped in her tracks, looking a bit conflicted for a moment.

She hesitated, her eyes flicking between Leo and the ground as she processed the question. Finally, she nodded slightly, her face still expressionless but her voice softer than usual. "Yes," she said quietly.

Leo smiled, feeling a sense of warmth. "Alright, friends," he said with a small grin. It felt like a small but important step, and despite her usual monotone, he could tell that the gesture meant something to her.

---

After Koneko walked off, Leo remained on the rooftop, contemplating whether or not to just skip the rest of school. The temptation was strong, especially with the way his day had already been unfolding. It seemed easier to just avoid the inevitable and find somewhere quiet to pass the time.

He sighed, leaning back against the rooftop railing. Leo knew exactly who Koneko was. She was the Rook in Rias Gremory's Peerage, a key player in the supernatural world. And while he had always planned to steer clear of anything involving the supernatural, his own "dumbass nature" had somehow made it impossible for him to avoid crossing paths with her.

Being on talking terms wasn't the worst thing in the world, but Leo wasn't ready to dive headfirst into the chaos that would likely follow. He had no intention of getting involved in the "death zone" of the plot that high school—especially in a world like this—seemed to revolve around.

It wasn't that he disliked Koneko or the people she was connected to, but Leo wasn't about to sign up for whatever mess the supernatural world had in store for him.

"Ah, fuck it," Leo muttered to himself, the boredom of school and the looming uncertainty about his place in this world gnawing at him.

He decided to sneak off to a manga cafe, figuring that a few hours of mindless escapism would be a decent distraction from the inevitable weirdness of his situation.

Bullying kids in online games had always been a good pastime, but today, for some reason, that didn't feel as satisfying.

Instead, he found himself curious about something else—money.

Specifically, he wondered if the concept of Bitcoin, or something similar, existed in this world.

He'd heard of it before, and in the world he'd come from, it was a great investment for the early bidders.

And lo and behold, it was here too.

A grin spread across his face as he researched, learning that Bitcoin was indeed a thing in this world.

He had roughly 80 dollars saved from all the pocket money ge never spent.

"I guess this is as good as a shot as any," Leo said to himself. "100 dollars worth of Bitcoin it is."

He decided to sell some of his collectibles —Pokémon cards and memorabilia from various franchises he'd been hoarding.

If he managed to secure 100 dollars' worth of Bitcoin.

At today's rate, it amounted to roughly 1,01,010 Bitcoin.

Leo leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

The potential was staggering. "This is going to be worth a lot in the future," he thought.

Maybe even enough to secure his future, and if things went really well, he could make enough money to live comfortably while staying away from the supernatural mess.

"Not bad," he mused. "At least if things get rough, I could just become the Batman of this world. Superpowers? Pfft, I'll just wing it like Bruce Wayne."

With that thought, he felt a little more at ease.

Money in hand, and a plan to stay out of trouble—at least for now—he decided to enjoy the rest of his day at the cafe, free from the complications of the world he found himself in.

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