DxD: I Am Light With Villain System

Deep purple lightning bolts danced around Light's hand as the Haki flowed through him, dyeing his skin an intense black, making it as tough as tempered steel.

The scene in front of him was harmonious: from his hand to almost his elbow, the manifestation of the Armament Haki was evident, surrounded by purple lightning bolts. These produced a delicate sound, reminiscent of the crackling of flames, but with an electric touch.

'So this is what it feels like to use the Armament Haki,' reflected Light.

He could feel a powerful energy pulsing in his hand, perhaps intensified by the dark purple lightning bolts.

With a gesture, he dispelled it all and entered the bathroom.

After a few minutes, Light emerged, the vapour still rising from his body. He was wearing more relaxed clothes: a loose grey cotton T-shirt and black shorts.

Looking around his room, which was remarkably compact, Light let out a deep sigh.

'It's time to think about living alone,' he thought. Light sat on the bed, immersing himself in his thoughts.

After a while, he got up and went to his computer. Switching it on, he did a search and, finding what he was looking for, muttered: 'That's it...'

He quickly changed his clothes and grabbed his camcorder. Before leaving, he found a Panic mask and gloves, the same ones that the former Light Yagami had worn at a Halloween party.

He headed for a quiet spot, a lawn next to a lake, situated under a bridge. He was alone.

'Good thing there's nobody around,' he muttered, adjusting his camera tripod.

Wearing the Panic mask and gloves, Light positioned himself in front of the camera. He began to demonstrate his Light Ferry power, interspersed with Dark Purple Lightning, performing impressive moves that showed off his remarkable physical fitness.

Almost an hour later, not only had he recorded a complete video, but that session had also served as an effective workout.

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[Physical Power: 17.5 (17.9) ↑ ━ Existence Level 1]

[Magic Power: 22.1 (22.3) ↑ ━ Existence Level 1]

[Spiritual Power: 17.9 (18.2) ↑ ━ Existence Level 1]

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To Light's misfortune, the camera's memory card was already maxed out.

When he returned home later, he switched on his computer and connected the camera, transferring the material he had recorded. 

Light had basic editing skills.

After spending several hours cutting and adjusting the video, he stretched and muttered: 'I managed to make four videos of ten minutes each. That's enough for now.'

After uploading the first video, Light decided it was time to rest.

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On Wednesday morning, Yuto Amakawa woke up early. The day was bright, with birds singing their morning melodies. However, Yuto's expression was anything but cheerful.

He was perplexed. During his morning moment in the bathroom, where he usually watched short videos, he came across a video suggestion. Its body structure suggested that it was a man, but his face was hidden by a Panic mask, making it difficult to identify him precisely.

In the video, the individual demonstrated impressive special effects, transforming a simple tree branch into a formidable weapon. He handled and swung the branch with astonishing precision and visual effect.

'Why am I feeling like this?' muttered Yuto, still sitting on the toilet, engrossed in the video.

The video, which had been posted that early morning, had already accumulated almost 10,000 views. It was a remarkable number, especially considering that it came from a newly created account on the platform.

'Seeing him use that power... hurts,' Yuto muttered, confused. 'But why?'

Light woke up in excellent spirits.

Although he had only slept for a few hours, it was such a restorative sleep that it seemed to have lasted much longer.

When he checked the performance of his video and realised that it already had more than 100 comments and around 10,000 views, his spirits rose even higher.

After switching off his computer, he went to the living room for breakfast.

'How's school, Light?' asked Sachiko.

'Fine, Mum,' replied Light, settling down at the table.

'That's good to hear,' commented Soichiro.

'Dad, it's rare to see you home at this hour,' Sayu joked, laughing. 'Normally, you'd have already left for work.'

'This week has been quieter,' Soichiro explained with a serene expression, flicking through the newspaper. 'It allows me to spend more time with the family.'

'Calm, huh...' Light reflected internally. 'With so many crimes going on in this world...'

An expression of discomfort marked Light's face.

'Something wrong with the coffee, Light?' Sachiko asked, realising his expression.

'No, it's fine,' replied Light, pulling himself together. 'I just got distracted by a passing thought.'

'Got it,' murmured Sachiko, nodding.

A month had passed since Light's transmigration.

In a secluded place, an old disused church, Light dedicated himself to improving his physical, magical and spiritual abilities.

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Character: Light Yagami

Identity: Student

Physical Power: 17.9 (76.3) ↑ ━ Existence Level 1 

Magic Power: 22.3 (69.1) ↑ ━ Existence Level 1 

[Spiritual Power: 18.2 (73.8) ↑ ━ Existence Level 1]

Techniques: [Observation Haki] Level 1 (99/100), [Weaponry Haki] Level 1 (99/100)

Mystical Abilities: [Dark Purple Lightning], [Light Ferry]

Fate Value: 1,750

Fortune Value: 250

Shop system: Open

Store: [Random Skill Thief Card] 2x, [Fortune Looter Card] 3x, [1/3 World Seed Fragment] 1x

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While drinking water and looking at the holographic page of his Attribute Panel, Light let out a deep sigh.

'This last point is proving to be a challenge,' reflected Light silently.

Despite this, he felt that his overall strength had evolved considerably.

Suddenly, a captivating-looking young woman approached. Her eyes were a deep violet colour, and her slender, shapely body contrasted with her long, lustrous black hair that fell down to her hips. Two black feathered wings, distinctive to her species, emerged from her back.

She wore pieces of black material that resembled leather straps, wrapping around and emphasising her bust and waist. A thong-like garment was attached to her hips by three thin straps. Gloves that extended down her arms had chains hanging from them, and shoulder protectors adorned her upper body, with three prominent spikes on her right shoulder. Completing the look, she wore high-heeled black boots.

'Master,' she knelt before Light, her voice laden with reverence, but with a subtly seductive touch. 'Today is the day.'

Light watched her, wiping her face with a towel to dry the sweat.

Watching her in that state, Light pondered how different she looked compared to just twenty days ago, when she had tried to manipulate him with wiles. 'She's become much more docile since I made her take the submission pill,' he reflected.

'The time has finally come,' said Light. 'You know what to do, don't you, my dear Raynare?'

'Yes!' Raynare replied enthusiastically. 'I'll do my best!'

'I can't wait to see it,' said Light, stroking her head and then sliding his hand down her cheek.

Raynare's face took on a flushed colour, similar to that of a ripe apple. At the same time, a bead of sweat slid down her temple.

'Relax,' advised Light. 'Do it right and you'll be rewarded.'

'Yes!' Raynare exclaimed with determination.

After Raynare left, Light revealed a magnificent pair of wings that glowed with the energy of lightning. These were no mere wings; they carried the essence of lightning and were bathed in a deep, intense purple. This hue pulsed strongly, standing out in the environment. The wings extended imposingly from Light's back, sparking with electrical energy.

Light followed Raynare discreetly from above, watching her meet Issei Hyoudou.

In the quiet of the Saturday evening, in the serene city park, Raynare revealed her true nature as a fallen angel to Issei and her intentions.

'C-How is that possible?' Issei muttered in shock, clearly surprised by this revelation.

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