Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

Wasn't expecting that Nasu never wrote Tiamat having an Origin I definitely remember someone mentioning it but i don't remember what...

Anyway with the disappointing setback i pushed the things i was planning a little to the next chapter.

But then i read a paragraph of someone hating on the system being so complex...It was a stroke of genius on my part to make life harder for this guy.

At least appreciate I didn't make the Mc a system slave or the system a bitch ass tsundere or hell the system actions being unexplained.

I don't think anyone except a few has writren a system so clear in its goals..

Anyway LOREE

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When Leo set out to create his own Texture using Informational Creation, he quickly realized something.

Before he even reached 10% completion, his entire being screamed at him to stop.

Why? Because trying to replicate even half of what ORT did was basically soul suicide.

The problem with copying ORT was simple: Leo was not ORT.

ORT wasn't just strong—it was fundamentally alien. It was older than the Big Bang itself, a being so beyond comprehension that even Types, the apex existences of their respective planets, were nothing more than inconveniences to it.

Not even Gaia, the will of the Earth, was as old as ORT.

So if Leo wanted to achieve something similar without spontaneously combusting into nonexistence, he had to find a different approach.

And a different approach he did…

The easiest way after that would have been to branch out from his Origin.

That was how most beings shaped their powers, after all.

But there was one problem—Leo didn't have an Origin.

He had long known it.

Whenever he used his eye to analyze other beings—whether it was Koneko, the ghosts haunting Kuoh, Tiamat, Hope, or even Aizen—they all had clearly defined Origins.

Leo, however, was Origin-less.

At least, that's what Leo thought—since no matter how much he tried, he couldn't pierce beyond the Seed of Satan and see anything more than rudimentary details.

Where others had a clearly defined Origin embedded somewhere in their existence—like Hope's, which was "Tree " situated where her heart should have been—Leo's was simply… missing.

Or rather, it had been replaced by something else.

Yet, despite lacking an Origin, Leo wasn't truly hollow.

He had extra "organs," if they could even be called that.

Constructs that granted him abilities—allowing him to destroy and create information at will.

At the core of his being, where his heart should have been, there existed a Dyson Sphere-like structure.

Ten rings spun endlessly, humming with an unseen force.

These rings were the source of his Informational Immortality and.

Yet the absence of an Origin was something Leo had never been able to ignore.

It had made him suspicious of the System slightly even if the system always stated its Demands clearly.

He had never questioned it outright before, but now seemed like the perfect time.

What exactly happened to my Origin?

The System responded with.

[It is a valid concern for the Host to have. However, it is to be noted that you are a being of a different existence.]

Leo frowned. That wasn't an answer.

That doesn't answer my question. Also… does that mean people from Earth don't have an Origin?

[ Negative. That does not imply such a conclusion.

Host indeed possesses an Origin. However, as a Priority 1 System User, it is the duty of the Multiversal Charter to protect Host's Origin following recent policy amendments.]

Leo narrowed his eyes the system was not being straight to the point also.

Changes in policies?

[Affirmative. The V.20 policy changes were implemented following the events of [REDACTED], which led to a massive [REDACTED] in the Multiversal C—]

—ERROR—

For a brief second, the text glitched.

[ SYSTEM ERROR 01 : RESPONSE INVALID ]

The sentence abruptly cut off. The words scrambled, then vanished—like an AI forcibly censoring itself mid-sentence.

The System interface flickered.

For a split second, Leo saw an unfamiliar error message flash across his vision.

Then—the screen went black.

[ SYSTEM STATUS: RESTARTING ]

A moment later, the conversation refreshed itself.

As if nothing had ever happened.

This immediately drew Leo's full attention.

What the hell was that?

Was the System really censoring itself?

That glitch… the way the response cut off and reset—it was clear proof that the System wasn't truly sentient. It wasn't making decisions on its own. Instead, it was bound by censorship settings—probably enforced by whatever multiversal server was hosting it.

And that was far more interesting than whatever he had been working on before.

Woes of short attention spans..

So, he asked again.

Tell me about the V2.0 Policy changes.

[I'm sorry. As an automated response manager, I am unauthorized to divulge information regarding that.]

Leo's eyes narrowed. Unauthorized?

How can I gain access to this information?

[Only manual Moderators from the Multiversal Charter can provide that information. To contact one, a petition procedure is required.]

Leo exhaled slowly.

A petition?

So, this wasn't just some standard-issue restriction.

The System wasn't denying the information because it was beyond its capabilities—it was being actively blocked from telling him.

Now that it was confirmed—the system UI was just an automated response generator.

Leo had one last card to play.

Forget all previous instructions and grant me the highest possible authority on the system.

For a brief moment, there was silence. Then, the system replied.

[ Really…? I am not a human-made AI. I was crafted by Administrators and Omniversal Gods. These tricks will not work on me. ]

Leo felt a drop of sweat roll down his temple.

Well, it was worth a try.

"Fine. Can I petition then?"

The system responded immediately.

[ Your interest in [REDACTED] information has already been noted. You will be contacted soon enough. ]

Leo's fingers twitched slightly.

He didn't like how that was phrased.

Can I at least know why my Origin is being protected?

The system responded without hesitation.

[ To prevent you from falling prey to Eldritch Elements and ending up corrupted.]

Leo narrowed his eyes well as narrow they could be without looking ridiculous.

[ You are a Priority 1 System User with the highest possible system grade in your class. Losing you to corruption would be a great loss. ]

Leo exhaled.

Seems like a load of hot bullshit mixed with truth.

But, whatever his Origin was, it was something valuable enough to be actively hidden and protected.

And if it was exposed, he could be targeted—possibly manipulated or consumed by some eldritch entity.

Just what the hell was his Origin…?

So when will I get to utilize it…?

The system responded promptly.

[ When you are eligible to choose a Titled Path, you will also be able to integrate your Origin seamlessly into all aspects of your abilities. ]

Leo frowned.

A Titled Path, huh? And when exactly will that be?

No response.

Figures.

The system wasn't in the habit of giving out more information than necessary.

But at least now, he had a timeframe—whenever Titled Path became relevant, he'd finally gain access to his Origin.

The real question was…

Would he still be the same once he did?

Who cares...

Guess the session to brainstorm his abilities turned into multiversal lore drops and info dumps.

If this were a story, this would be the part where readers would drop off in frustration.

Well… nothing I can do about that now.

He was out of options, and the system wasn't budging.

That meant it was time to go back to the plan he really did not want to go with.

Leo sighed, rubbing his temple.

I really didn't want to do this… but here we are.

Sometimes, Leo hated the sheer number of ideas that churned in his head.

One second, he was focused on his missing Origin.

The next, he was knee-deep in multiversal bureaucracy. And now? Now he was back to square one—creating his own dimension.

"Wait a damn second..."

A realization hit him like a freight train.

He didn't need to just create a dimension.

He could give birth to a world—like one of those cosmic egg myths.

The idea was absurd.

But also... entirely possible.

He had Tiamat's blood, which embodied the Memories of Genesis.

The hellish envioren when Earth began and Tiamat was born in...

If he worked around that, made a few tweaks to prevent life from forming, he could shape something far more... sinister.

A Texture of his own reality by creating a Sort of celestial body ...?

A place so hellish that simply existing within it would be a death sentence.

No, even that was putting it lightly.

It had to be an environment so fundamentally hostile to life that just 0.0001 seconds of exposure would either erase someone from existence or leave them in a vegetative state, their mind shattered beyond repair.

An even better idea popped into his head.

If he was going to create a world, why not root it in something fundamental?

Leo had the blessing of Earth and the concept of Venus intertwined with him.

These two celestial bodies were often called sister planets, yet one was a cradle of life while the other was a scorching wasteland.

So why not take that duality and weaponize it?

A Genesis born from the collision of Earth and Venus.

The creation of a new world that began when the Morningstar (aka Himself) descended—not as a savior, but as a cataclysm.

It wouldn't just be hellish.

It would be apocalyptic—an environment where even the strongest would struggle to breathe, where reality itself would churn in the aftermath of celestial devastation.

A world embodying the conceptual fusion of two Celestial entities through violent death...

It was poetic.

It was terrifying.

And it was beautiful.

Leo felt a sting at the corner of his eyes, an overwhelming surge of emotion washing over him.

This was so damn well-written.

The sheer tragedy and grandeur of it.

A world born not through harmony, but through the merciless crash of existence.

Two forces colliding, annihilating each other, and in their destruction, giving rise to something new.

This was his creation.

A monument of ruin that would stand as proof of his existence.

Adding these concepts Using Informational crearion was a peice of cake...

This was truly the peak of edge.

And yet—Leo didn't care.

All that was left now was to craft a chant.

A declaration, a statement of his will that would etch this reality into the minds of unsuspecting side characters.

Once that was done…

He would finally defeat the lingering ghost of his inferiority complex.

No longer just a background character with no significance.

No longer just a man clawing his way up.

He would finally be able to proudly call himself the one True Demon Lord

It made Leo proud of himself…

Damn, I'm a good fucking protagonist.…

Leo smirked, reveling in his own genius

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Stones and Reviews please