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Host: Roy Flott
Race: Human
Level: 80 (Ultimate-Class)
Replicated Ability: Power of Light (D)
Replicated Items: Boosted Gear (B )[Original]
Possessed Abilities: Bond of Life (B )
Dinsion Points: 2,101,678
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After recent training, Roy's strength had grown.
"Over two million dinsion points… plenty for now," Roy noted, scanning his total.
No abilities or artifacts currently warranted replication, but the next world might offer options.
"System, initiate dinsional travel," Roy commanded ntally.
[Consuming 100,000 dinsion points. Activating dinsional travel function.]
[Searching for new worlds. This process may take ti. Please wait, Host.]
A radar-like image appeared in Roy's mind, with DxD world as the central point, emitting signals to detect new worlds.
The search took about ten minutes before a response ca.
[New world detected. Proceed with travel?]
"Yes," Roy confird.
Space around him warped like ripples, forming a vortex that pulled him in.
His body vanished instantly.
A wave of dizziness hit, but it passed quickly, replaced by the sensation of solid ground.
"So dizzy," Roy muttered, rubbing his temples.
His improved strength bolstered his resistance.
Within a second, he recovered and surveyed his surroundings.
The sight before him froze him in place.
A figure with a slender, graceful back stood ahead—bare, pale skin exposed, clothes pulled down to her waist.
A girl, clearly unaware of his presence, was changing.
Roy's head throbbed.
Appearing in a native's private mont was the exact scenario he'd dreaded during dinsional travel.
Being spotted could spark endless complications.
"Should I be glad she's facing away?" Roy thought wryly, stifling a bitter chuckle.
The silent spatial distortion hadn't alerted her.
She continued adjusting her one-piece garnt, oblivious.
Roy's instinct was to slip away unnoticed, but a quick scan of the room—a closed-door, windowless boudoir—offered no escape without making noise.
"Trouble," Roy muttered, clicking his tongue.
Fleeing back to his world over this seed excessive.
As the girl began to lift her clothes, perhaps sensing a shift in the air, she spun around, clutching her garnt to cover her chest, her gaze locking onto Roy.
Roy now saw her clearly: a girl of sixteen or seventeen, with waist-length blonde hair shimring like treasure, though disheveled from her abrupt turn.
Her slender fra bore a delicate, doll-like face, exuding a fairy-tale charm that stirred both protective and darker impulses.
Her eyes, startlingly clear, pierced through him.
"Hello," Roy said, offering a dry laugh under her stare.
The girl's voice, crisp and lodic, spilled out in a language Roy couldn't parse—an alien tongue.
"Otherworld language?" Roy frowned, glancing at the system to scan her data, intending to copy her language.
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Ais Wallenstein
Full Copy: 460,000 Dinsion Points
Spirit Bloodline: 150,000 Dinsion Points
Falna (Loki Familia): 200,000 Dinsion Points
Ariel: 60,000 Dinsion Points
Tempest: 50,000 Dinsion Points
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Recognizing "Ais Wallenstein" and "Loki Familia," Roy pinpointed the world: Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?—or DanMachi.
The language barrier made sense; this wasn't an ani dubbed in english but a real world with its own tongue.
No ti for plot nostalgia, Roy spent 5,000 dinsion points to copy this world's common language, instantly mastering it as knowledge flooded his mind.
"It seems I'll have to subdue you first," Ais said, her expression as stoic as Koneko's, though her eyes sharpened.
She hooked her foot, kicking up a rapier leaning against the window.
Her left hand held her clothes to guard her modesty, while her right deftly caught the weapon.
"I think… never mind," Roy began, intending to explain, but her attack silenced him.
Appearing in a girl's boudoir mid-change was indefensible, and Roy had no intention of saying too much.
A confrontation was inevitable.
Ais crouched, rapier in hand, and lunged like an arrow, the blade aiming for Roy's neck.
Her lack of intent suggested she ant to capture him, not kill.
Roy smiled, sidestepping the strike with ease.
Ais reacted swiftly, her rapier whipping toward his side like a vine.
The weapon could slash as well as thrust, promising pain if it connected.
Roy anticipated the move.
Stepping forward, he closed the distance, pinching two fingers together.
With a flick, he struck the blade, deflecting it with a sharp tallic clang.
Ais froze briefly, stunned.
She hadn't used her full strength, but deflecting her rapier so effortlessly was beyond even Finn.
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