The Gamer of the Sea (PJO x DXD)

[A Year Later]

The room was quiet, lit only by the soft blue glow of a nightlight in the corner. Outside, the distant hum of traffic drifted through the half-open window, the kind of low urban noise Percy had long since tuned out.

He sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor. Older now—still a child, but sharper, calmer. Something in his eyes had changed over the past year. He'd learned things. Grown in ways no one around him could understand.

In his palm lay a coin. Not gold. Not silver. Something cheaper. It was cold to the touch, etched with a shifting symbol that looked like three moons orbiting a single eye. The token he had earned as Hekate's protégé.

He took a slow breath. "Okay," he whispered. "One question a year."

He held the coin up in front of him and spoke with clear intent.

"I call upon the goddess of magic, guardian of thresholds, she who holds all crossroads in her palm. I invoke the right granted to me by title."

The air in the room changed. The shadows deepened—not longer, not darker, just… thicker. Like the light itself was stepping back to make room.

"I, Percy Jackson, summon you, Hekate."

No magic circle flared to life.

No lightning.

No chant.

She just appeared.

A flicker of violet flame in the corner of the room, and then she was sitting across from him, comfortably, as if she'd always been there.

Her cloak shimmered with stars; her presence bent the space around her like she didn't quite belong in one shape.

Hekate smiled, eyes glowing like twin candles.

"Well, look at you," she said. "One year wiser. And still as reckless as ever."

Percy looked her dead in the eye. "I want to use my question."

"Of course you do," she said, amused. "What truth weighs on your little mind tonight?"

He held her gaze.

"How do I awaken my Sacred Gear?"

The smile faded from her lips.

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she leaned forward, studying him in silence—like weighing him against some unseen scale. After a long pause, she gave a single, slow nod.

"A worthy question."

She stood, the night around her shifting with every step. Then she reached down and touched her fingertip to Percy's forehead.

The coin in his hand burned away into light.

"Come, then," she said softly.

And the world fell away.

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The world didn't shatter. It simply ceased.

One blink, and Percy was no longer in his room.

He stood barefoot on a vast, endless stretch of smooth white stone that gave no reflection, no warmth, no echo. Above him stretched a flawless sky — an impossible blue so pure it made his chest ache. No sun. No clouds. Just boundless, open heaven.

Hekate stood a few paces away, hands behind her back. Her cloak billowed, though there

was no wind.

"This," she said, her voice echoing without sound, "is not a place. It is the inside of your mindscape. The space where all choices begin."

Percy turned slowly, taking it in. It felt like being suspended inside a thought — a thought so large it could crush him if he tried to grasp it all at once.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Your Sacred Gear sleeps within your soul,"

Hekate said. "To wake it, you must shake the foundation it rests on. That means reaching for something beyond yourself — not just power, but meaning."

He looked up at her, confused. "Meaning?"

She stepped toward him. "I want you to imagine something. The strongest being you can conceive. Not a weapon. Not a warrior. A god."

Percy hesitated. "…Like Zeus?"

"No." Her eyes glinted. "Stronger."

He frowned, closing his eyes.

At first, he thought of storms. Oceans. Titans. The things he'd read about in myths. But those weren't it. Not enough.

Then, deep in the back of his mind — a memory. Not his own. Maybe a story he'd heard in school once. Maybe something older. A voice that didn't speak words, just was.

A presence.

Timeless. Omnipresent. Impossible to resist or contain.

He imagined a being who did not command nature — but who authored it. Who said "Let there be light," and there was.

He imagined being that being.

Percy opened his eyes.

The sky above had changed.

No longer a calm blue — it now shimmered with radiant gold, shifting with the weight of something watching. The ground beneath his feet hummed, not with sound, but with order. The way things were meant to be.

Hekate tilted her head, expression

unreadable.

"…You imagined Him," she said softly. "The one above even myths. The one mortals whisper about in prayer, not story."

Percy nodded slowly. "I think so."

She closed her eyes. "Then your path is clear."

And just behind her, something clicked.

A silent, perfect sound — as if a lock in Percy's soul had just turned.

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A silent, perfect sound — as if a lock in Percy's soul had just turned.

And the world responded.

It wasn't a jolt or a flare. It was acceptance. A release. Like the sky had always been holding its breath, waiting for him to exhale.

The marble ground beneath his feet shimmered — the vast temple of divine columns, the endless golden light — and it shifted.

Stone faded to soil. The echo of steps gave way to the soft hush of grass underfoot.

And Percy found himself standing in a vast, open field.

Endless.

Untouched.

Perfectly flat, yet alive with gentle hills far on the horizon. The sky stretched above like a canvas freshly painted, too blue to be real, with clouds that drifted like thoughts not yet spoken. There was no sun in sight — yet the light bathed everything in soft brilliance. Warm, clean, eternal.

He turned slowly.

No insects. No wind. No flaws. A place that had never known death or decay.

Only intention.

The grass was short, even, and green as emerald. There were no trees, no buildings, no birds. Just space. Possibility.

A world waiting to be written.

Percy took a breath. The air was richer than oxygen — it welcomed him. It knew his presence. It filled his lungs with something more than air.

"…What is this place?" he whispered, not to Hekate, but to the space itself.

It responded not with words — but with certainty.

This is yours.

Behind him, Hekate stood barefoot now, the hem of her robes trailing lightly across the grass. She looked younger here. Not mortal — but less distant. Her voice carried no weight of goddesshood, just clarity.

"This is the form your inner domain takes. It reflects the first truth of your Sacred Gear — the need to create. Innovate Clear is not born of destruction or conquest. It is born of authorship."

She stepped beside him, hands folded calmly. "This world is your blank page."

Percy looked around again, awe rising in his chest. "It's…empty."

"For now," she agreed. "Because you have not imagined it yet."

He stared at his hands. They weren't glowing. They weren't different. But the feeling inside them in his bones was terrifyingly infinite.

"What do I do?" he asked.

Hekate smiled faintly. "You already did. You imagined a God, and then imagined being Him. That was enough. The world responded. But now…"

She extended a hand toward the sky.

"…imagine again."

Percy hesitated. Then raised his hand.

He didn't know what he was doing — only that he could.

He thought of shade. Trees. Wind. Not as they were, but how they should be. Not perfect, but true.

And it happened.

The wind stirred. The grass swayed. Trees grew from nowhere — old, tall, regal. Their leaves whispered his thoughts.

A stream curled across the landscape. Smooth stones arranged themselves in its bed. Wildflowers bloomed in spirals of color.

This wasn't casting a spell. This was creation.

Not imposed, but invited.

And the sky opened wider.

Percy dropped to his knees, overwhelmed not by pain or exhaustion — but the sheer gravity of what he just did.

Hekate knelt beside him.

"You aren't a true god, Percy Jackson. But in this place…" She touched the earth. " Perhaps you are."

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Percy blinked.

Just once.

The world folded.

No flash. No swirl of magic. Just a smooth ripple in the air — like a page turning in a book only he could read.

And the field was gone.

The divine silence. The impossibly blue sky. The wildflowers that had bloomed from his thoughts — all of it dissolved like mist at dawn.

The scent of lemon cleaner and dust greeted him next.

Percy found himself kneeling on the hardwood floor of his bedroom.

The sheets on his bed were still a little wrinkled. The books on his shelf slightly off-center. A school poster hung crooked on the wall. And the sunlight filtering in from the window was sharp and ordinary — not divine.

But he was different.

He could feel it.

Not a surge of power. Not a buzz of energy. No—this was deeper. Structural. Like his soul now had blueprints it didn't have before.

Messages pulsed in his vision.

[Sacred Gear Awakening Complete.]

[You have unlocked: Innovate Clear (Base Form).]

[Title Gained: The Mortal Who Impersonates God]

[Perseus 'Percy' Jackson]

[Level – 21]

[Title: The Mortal Who Impersonates God]

[EXP: 1,740 / 11,338]

[HP: 8,600 / 8,600]

[SP: 8,600 / 8,600]

[MP: 9,000 / 9,000]

Stats:

• STR: 408

• AGI: 430

• VIT: 430

• INT: 450

• CHA: 405

• LUC: 32

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[Sacred Gear Unlocked: Innovate Clear]

[Type: Longinus – World-Type Sacred Gear]

Description: "The Sacred Gear that lets one impersonate God." Innovate Clear grants the user the ability to create and control an entirely separate reality — a pocket dimension crafted from imagination and will alone. This world responds to the user's desires, evolving as their understanding grows.

[World Creation – Dormant]

You possess the seed of a self-contained world. Within this space, you define the laws: time, magic, matter, and life itself.

[Authority of Impersonation]

Within the world of Innovate Clear, your will functions as law. You may imitate divine acts — altering terrain, fabricating constructs, or overriding effects that would be impossible in the real world.

[World-Bound Limit]

All things created within Innovate Clear's world remain bound to it. They cannot leave the domain in physical form. Power and control remain absolute inside, but limited outside.

[Barrier Domination]

Ability to seize control of existing barriers, dimensions, or pocket spaces. Owners of existing barriers may try and resist.

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 Title: The Mortal Who Impersonates God

Type: Title – Unique 

Effect:

Godless Zone – Radius: 1 Meter

Percy projects a constant, passive anti-divinity, field extending 1 meter in every direction from his body. Within this field, no divine being can exercise domain-based control, reality-warping authority, or divine law enforcement.

Divine entities cannot bend natural laws, invoke conceptual powers, or enforce absolute rules (e.g., Hades cannot collapse the Underworld on him, Zeus cannot use his authority as king of Olympus to make him kneel)

Only direct actions remain effective — physical attacks, standard magic, projectile shot into the zone, and non-divine abilities still work normally.

Gods who step inside the radius will find their divine powers nullified or weakened, as if they were stripped of their titles and authority in Percy's presence.

Imitation of Divinity:

Within this sacred denial zone, Percy is treated as a conceptual equal to gods during power clashes, granting him resistance and presence on par with divine beings.

He can perceive and resist divine influences normally beyond mortal reach, and clash with domain-based effects as though his will were that of a god's.

Divine Delay:

Even outside the radius, divine beings find their powers slightly delayed or met with unexpected resistance when targeting Percy directly, as though divinity itself hesitates.

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He didn't shout. He didn't fall over. He just blinked, once. Twice.

Then his lips parted slowly.

"…Whoa."

He raised a hand, looking at it—not because it was glowing or anything, but because it felt different. Like the air around him had stopped listening to the world and started listening to him.

Behind him, the endless field still stretched out beneath the sky. Hekate gave a faint hum of satisfaction.

"You've taken the first step," she said, folding her arms. "Good. You'll find the rest of the path… demanding."

Percy looked up at her. "So… this Sacred Gear. It lets me… make my own world?"

"Among other things," she replied. "Don't think of it as simply building a space. Think of it as writing law—a domain formed by your will. That's why it was sealed. Power like that should not awaken lightly."

He nodded slowly. His mind buzzed, not with panic, but with possibility.

"Hey, uh… thanks," he said awkwardly. "For helping. I mean it."

Hekate gave a faint smile—sharp, but approving.

"I've done all I can for now. Reflect on what you've become, Perseus Jackson. And be ready for who you may become next."

Then, like mist vanishing under moonlight, she disappeared.

The field faded with her.

Percy blinked—and was back in his bedroom.

It was quiet. Soft. Familiar.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, glancing once more at the system messages.

Innovate Clear.

The Mortal Who Impersonates God.

He whispered the words under his breath, like he was afraid they'd vanish.

"…I'm not even an adult yet," he said to no one in particular, and gave a small, stunned laugh.

Then, softly:

"…This is gonna be awesome."

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"…Okay," he muttered, sliding off the bed and standing barefoot on the wooden floor. "Let's see what you do."

He took a breath and whispered the name.

"Innovate Clear."

Nothing exploded. Nothing flashed. But the world—changed.

The walls of his room melted into white mist. The floor, the bed, the ceiling—all unraveled like loose threads pulled by an invisible hand. Then, in the blink of an eye, it rebuilt itself into something else entirely.

A new space.

The air was silent but heavy. The light came from nowhere, yet illuminated everything evenly. Percy stood at the center of a blank marble plane—pure white and limitless in all directions.

His jaw dropped.

"…Whoa," he breathed. "This is mine."

He stomped his foot—and the marble rippled outward in concentric circles.

[Innovate Clear Activated]

[You have entered your personal dimension. Domain: Blank State]

[Current Rules: None]

He lifted his hand instinctively. "Uh… make grass?"

The marble beneath his feet shimmered—and then, as if answering a gentle wish, the marble shifted into soft, green blades that rolled outward like a wave. A grassy field bloomed across the white plane.

"Make a tree!" Percy shouted—and a lone oak erupted from the earth, tall and proud.

He grinned. "Make a river!"

A clear stream twisted into view, curling like a ribbon through the grass.

Then came the real test.

"…Make a bunny?"

The air shimmered again—then a small white rabbit blinked into existence. It stared at him. Sniffed the grass. Hopped twice.

Percy's heart skipped. "IT'S ALIVE."

He crouched beside it, trying not to laugh. "Holy crap. I made that."

Another idea hit him, and he stood back up, focusing harder now.

"Make… a wolf."

A sleek black wolf emerged across the field, tall and watchful. Its eyes glowed faintly—but it didn't snarl or attack. It simply existed, shaped by his will.

It bowed its head slightly, as if waiting for command.

Percy whistled.

"Okay… this is kinda insane."

[Notice: Basic autonomous constructs formed. Entities have limited free will unless given specific instructions.]

He blinked. "So unless I give them Specific orders, they can't think or move"

His eyes scanned the field—the grass, the sky, the river, the animals. A whole reality forming under his fingertips.

"This… this is why it's called Innovate Clear," he muttered. "It clears everything. And then lets me make it again—my way."

He turned slowly in place, wind brushing his hair even though there was no breeze.

"…I'm gonna need to build a fortress. And a volcano. And maybe a flying whale."

He paused.

"…Yeah. Definitely a flying whale."