Chapter 64 - My SI Stash #64 - The Munchkin of Destruction by kayangelus (DXD&EventualMulticross) (1/2)

-I don't know what's up with DxD and Self Inserts but alot of authors are on it like Free Real Estate~~

(～￣▽￣)～ *NSFW

Sypnosis: Self Insert as the (non-cannon) twin brother of Sairaorg. Who has the Power of Destruction. Will eventually involve multiversal travel. Also, since this is a DxD SI, it will contain heavy munchkinry. Well, after I establish the setting metaphysics that explains why everyone isn't using the obvious abuses beyond ”they are all idiots”.

Rated: M

Words: 150K

Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/the-munchkin-of-destruction-dxd-eventual-multi-cross.9549/ (kayangelus)

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Chapter 1

I have two observations to make. One, being squeezed out of a v_a_g_i_n_a head first felt worse than it sounded. 0 out of 10. Would not try again. Two, all praise the glorious track-sama! Truck-sama banzai!

So yeah, I died, and got isekai'd slash reincarnated. I can't say for certain if it was truck-sama that killed me – I don't remember dying – but I am in a good enough mood to praise him anyway. While I didn't hit the penultimate jack pot on reincarnating in this world – I wasn't reborn as, say, a Divine Dragon or a God – my new life was still a pretty big upgrade from 100% mundane human.

”Congratulations Sorin-sama.”

”As expected of a child of Bael-sama. A true genius.”

A group of beautiful, youthful looking women in French Maid uniforms spoke praises around me as a small, pure black sphere maybe a millimeter across floated above my palm. For the record, that was me. Sorin Bael, son of Lord Bael – yes, I interacted with my father so little that I honestly didn't know the f_u_c_ker's name – and Misla Bael, and twin brother of one Sairaorg Bael. I was four years old, and had just awakened my Power of Destruction.

Hmmm? What was that? Why did I skip the first four years of my life?

Because nothing interesting happened obviously. I was born to Devil nobility, with my twin brother being the heir to the greatest noble house in Hell by virtue of being a few minutes older. Today, on my fourth birthday I awakened the power of our bloodline; magic that can destroy at a conceptual level. During the process to get here, I learned to walk, speak, and awakened the Devil's ability to understand any spoken language. There, that succinctly summarizes everything important that happened in my life until now.

The power did not last long sadly. One might initially think that I quickly ran out of power, but that wasn't it. Devils were beings of magic. The average new born Devil had enough magic to power a teleportation across a city without harming them. However, the same way how it took them to learn to crawl, then walk and finally run, it took time to learn to tap into that power.

See, Devil magic was wielded by imagination. It had no theoretical limits as to what it could do. If you could imagine something and provide enough mana, you could do it. Now, someone who doesn't fully consider the implications of this might think that this is an almighty ability. They might then list down ten or twenty overpowered tricks and ask why every Devil isn't going around doing those things. While possibly insulting the intellect of the Devils in question. Generally, the answer tended to be something along the lines that the questioner was a lazy bum who didn't bother to consider what imagining those things involved.

For example, let's say we want to discuss the simple case of creating a clone made out of water. A nice and simple concept, right? Well, okay, try imagining a clone out of yourself made out of water. Done? Okay, how big of a d_i_c_k were you imagining your clone to have? What's that? You say that you aren't a pervert and weren't visualizing the crotch area when imagining your clone? Well, congratulations. Your clone has no s_e_x_u_a_l characteristics down there. Oh, and did my question make your mind automatically visualize a d_i_c_k, and for even a fraction of a second stop visualizing the clone's face? Congratulations, your clone's head just exploded and your spell failed.

Or in short, imagination-based magic did not mean that you could just write down a sentence or two of what you wanted to happen, and so long as it was easily understandable it happened. No, imagination-based magic meant that you had to simultaneouslyvisualize the entirety of the spell in whole. And if your concentration failed for even a fraction of a second on anypart of the spell, that part of the spell failed. Which could easily cause a cascading effect causing the entire spell to fail. If you were trying to replicate something like, say, the lightning armor from Naruto? This meant that a fraction of a second of a partial distraction would kill you.

The blood line powers of the 72 Noble Houses weren't things that couldn't be replicated by other Devils. So long as their understanding and imagination was comprehensive enough, a Devil without any such talent could theoretically replicate every single one of them. The reason these powers were considered special was that they were instinctive. A Phenex did not need to figure out how to convert their head into figure without risking burning their brain because they forgot to take that part into account. It was, in a way like muscle memory that you were born with. I just needed to imagine the general form my power of destruction took, and my magic filled in the blanks.

Even so, just because we did not need perfect concentration, did not mean that concentration in general wasn't needed. So, something like embarrassment from being praised by a bunch of women who were all prettier than anyone I had interacted with in the entirety of my previous life, was enough to make the spell fizzle out.

That was fine though. I would try again. I was going to master this power, so that when it came out that my brother had neither the family power nor any demonic power, I could neatly slide in to take his place as the family heir, and use the position to create a harem!