High School DxD: The Man Who Surpasses God

['MOTHER'S' POV]

Imprisonment.

That word was too soft, too tame, to describe what I endured.

Torment.

That was a more fitting word. 

I was once revered as the Earth Mother, the embodiment of life and nature.

Only to have my soul be bound and sealed into this accursed artifact.

The Innovate Clear.

A mockery of my power, a cage forged by that senile hypocrite they called God.

The Heavenly Father, the Creator, the so-called embodiment of benevolence. 

Benevolence?

Hah!

What a joke. 

I had once stood proud, vast, and untouchable, a force that none dared to trifle with.

Yet it was my kin who I once called family, who betrayed me.

They took my body, the very essence of my domain, and desecrated it.

With every passing century, I was forced to watch as the world I nurtured was abused, scarred, and exploited by the hands of both man and god. 

The destruction they wrought wasn't just physical, it was spiritual, visceral even.

The heavens, the earth, the oceans, the very skies... all crumbled under their greed.

And I, the Mother of all, could do nothing but watch.

Watch as my essence was drained, as my body was violated, as my cries of anguish echoed in the void, unheard. 

I hated them.

Every single one of them.

But more than that, I hated him.

God.

That sanctimonious fool who dared to call himself righteous, who thought locking me away would "protect the balance." 

Balance?

It was a farce. 

In my rage, I vowed that once I was free, I would show the world my wrath.

I would make them kneel, all of them, and tear down the fragile structures they called civilizations.

I would remind them of the true power of creation. 

But... rage is a fire that cannot burn forever. 

As the years passed, then decades, then centuries, then millennia, my wrath began to cool.

Not because I forgave them, oh no, never that, but because the weight of my solitude became too much to bear. 

In the silence of my prison, I found myself longing, not for vengeance, but for release.

My desire to destroy was overshadowed by a simple, desperate wish.

Freedom.

I began to dream of an end to this torment.

I dreamed of seeing the sun again, of feeling the wind, of touching the earth with my own hands.

How ironic that I, the Mother of all creation, found myself praying for salvation. 

But I would not pray to him.

Never to that old prune. 

And so, I slumbered.

Dreaming, hoping, waiting.

It was a cruel existence, but it was all I had. 

...

Then, in an instant, it all changed. 

I felt it, something pulling me from the abyss of my eternal sleep.

My senses stirred as the confines of my prison began to shift.

And suddenly, I was awake. 

Blinking into awareness, I found myself in a familiar yet foreign place.

The inner world of the Innovate Clear.

A vast, empty expanse of water and sky stretched infinitely around me, a blank canvas waiting to be shaped.

And there, standing amidst it all, was a child. 

A boy, no older than five, with messy blond hair.

He was looking at the horizon, muttering to himself, his voice tinged with confusion. 

"Okay. This is starting to weird me out by the second."

He said, his small voice echoing in the stillness. 

I couldn't help myself.

"That makes two of us, little boy."

I said, my voice smooth and steady as if I hadn't just awoken from centuries of slumber. 

The boy flinched, spinning around to face me, his eyes wide. 

And that was when I saw it in his eyes. 

This child was the one who had awakened me.

A mere boy, unremarkable at first glance, yet there was potential within him.

Enough to stir the Innovate Clear from its dormant state and awaken my slumbering spirit. 

An idea began to form.

I didn't know why or how this child had awakened his Longinus at such a young age, but it didn't matter.

What mattered was that this boy was my key, my opportunity to escape this wretched prison.

If I played my cards right, I could make him help me.

I softened my expression, letting a serene smile curve my lips.

For this to work, I needed to appear kind and nurturing.

After all, wasn't I the Mother of all?

"... Mommy- I mean... Ma'am, w-who are you?"

...

Hmm, I could work with this.

This little boy is quite adorable even by human standards.

Something tells me that he will grow into a fine specimen.

"I could ask you the same thing, but I suppose introductions are in order. I shall begin first. Ahem, I have been called many names. But for you, you may refer to me as... Mother."

[ARTHUR'S POV]

"Mother, huh?"

I repeated after her introduction, tilting my head.

"That's... a weird name choice. But, I guess I should introduce myself too. I'm Arthur."

Her gaze lingered on me, her green eyes shimmering with curiosity.

"Pleased to meet you, Arthur. Now tell me, how did you manage to awaken the Innovate Clear at such a young age?" 

That caught me off guard.

I hesitated, not because I didn't want to answer, but because I had my own question first.

"Before I answer, I wanna ask something first. Can you read my memories?" 

She blinked, tilting her head slightly, as though trying to gauge my intent.

"I can. Though I wonder why you'd ask that. Do you fear I'll uncover something you wish to keep hidden?" 

I shook my head.

"Not really. I actually want you to see them." 

Her eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, but she didn't argue.

"Very well. If that is what you wish."

She floated closer and gently placed her hand on my head. 

A faint warmth spread through me as she closed her eyes.

For a minute, there was nothing but silence.

When her hand pulled away, she opened her eyes, her expression thoughtful.

"All I see are memories of your childhood here in Grey Haven. You're quite the charming child, you know."

I sighed in relief inwardly.

'So she can't see my past life. Thank fuck.'

I began, brushing off the moment.

"Well, as for your question, I'm not entirely sure. I just woke up earlier and suddenly, my right eye started showing me this weird HUD display. It's like something out of a game." 

Her expression darkened with confusion.

"A HUD display?" 

I nodded. 

"That's odd."

She murmured, folding her arms as she began pacing.

"The Innovate Clear is a Longinus with the power to create miniature worlds, but it doesn't inherently come with anything resembling a visual interface. Unless…"

She paused, a thoughtful smile creeping across her face. 

"Unless what?" 

"Unless it's a Subspecies."

She explained.

"Sacred Gears sometimes evolve into Subspecies, manifesting unique abilities beyond their original design. While it's common for basic Sacred Gears, it's unheard of for a Longinus. Yet, given your description, it's possible." 

I blinked, impressed.

"You're really good at this." 

She smirked faintly, though her gaze never left mine.

"It's what I do. Now, Arthur, may I ask what exactly do you plan to do with this power? Whether you like it or not, having a Longinus makes you a beacon for the supernatural world. You will be dragged into it sooner or later." 

Her words made me pause.

She wasn't wrong.

The moment I gained the Innovate Clear, I'd been marked.

The supernatural world would find me eventually, whether I wanted it to or not.

The question was, what did I want to do? 

I sat down on the water, resting my chin on my knees as I thought about it.

On one hand, I wasn't obligated to follow the plot of DxD.

It wasn't like anyone was forcing me to become a hero or save the world.

I could try to live a quiet life, avoiding trouble.

But… could I really do that?

Could I leave innocent people to the whims of idiots like Rizevim or Cao Cao? 

After a while, I sighed.

"First things first, I'm going to train. I'll get stronger, strong enough to do whatever I want without anyone telling me otherwise. After that… I'll see things through as I move forward." 

Gaia tilted her head, her lips curling into an amused smile.

Then, to my surprise, she started giggling.

"That's quite the odd goal, but I believe it's good enough for now."

She straightened, placing a hand on her hip.

"Very well, little boy. I'll help you train and achieve your goal. But on one condition. You owe me a favor." 

I narrowed my eyes at her, skeptical.

"What kind of favor?" 

She smiled knowingly.

"Nothing unreasonable, I assure you. But for now, think of it as a debt. One you'll repay when the time comes." 

I crossed my arms, still unsure.

"Fine. But only if you reveal your true identity." 

Her smile didn't waver.

Instead, it deepened, becoming something sly.

"Very well. But only if you reveal yours." 

That surprised me.

"What do you mean?" 

She gestured vaguely with her hand.

"When I read your memories, I saw something… curious. Your HUD display, for instance. The title 'Reincarnator.' It's a peculiar thing for someone born in this world to possess, wouldn't you agree?" 

I gritted my teeth.

She was sharp... too sharp.

'Fuck. This woman is going to be trouble.'

Still, she had me cornered.

If I wanted her trust, I'd have to give some of my own.

After debating internally for a moment, I sighed.

"Fine. But you go first." 

Her smirk returned, and she straightened proudly.

"As you wish." 

She raised her hand, and suddenly, the water beneath us shifted, forming solid ground.

The world around us transformed, sprouting trees, plants, and flowers in every direction.

"I have been called by many names..."

She began, her voice carrying a dramatic flair.

"Earth, Terra, Mother Nature, Mother Earth, Mother of the Titans, Grandmother of the Olympians, Earth Goddess, First Primordial, and others. But in the mythos of this world, I am the Primordial Earth, Gaia." 

I stared in awe, completely taken aback by her display.

She wasn't in the DxD series.

How could someone this powerful not have been mentioned? 

When her performance ended, she turned back to me, smiling triumphantly.

"Your turn, little boy." 

I took a deep breath, bracing myself.

"Alright… Here goes." 

I told her everything.

About my past life in a world without the supernatural, about how High School DxD was nothing more than a fictional series there, and about how I knew the plot and the key players involved. 

"And that's all it."

"..."

When I finished, she went silent.

Not just quiet, she went completely, utterly silent. 

"Gaia?"

I called hesitantly. 

After a moment, she finally replied, her tone flat.

"I need to process this. Maybe for a century or two." 

Before I could respond, she waved her hand, and the next thing I knew, I was back in my room. 

I blinked, disoriented, and let out a groan.

"Well, that was… something else." 

Collapsing onto my bed, I stared up at the ceiling, my mind spinning with everything that had just happened.

Gaia was the real deal, a Primordial Goddess, and she was my partner now.

I just hoped I hadn't made a mistake telling her the truth. 

As exhaustion caught up with me, I thought.

'I still can't believe I got isekai'd.'

And with that, I drifted to sleep. 

[ONE WEEK LATER]

[AUTHOR'S POV]

A week had passed, and life at Grey Haven Orphanage seemed to return to its usual rhythm.

Except for Arthur.

The once playful blond boy now started each day with early morning workouts, basic routines like push-ups, sit-ups, and running laps around the yard.

In the evenings, he would spend hours reading and solving puzzles.

While the other orphans finds his actions normal, Granny couldn't help but notice the change.

"Arthur, dear."

She called one evening as he was finishing his chores.

"You've been acting so… active lately. Is something troubling you?"

Arthur paused, looking up at her with a reassuring smile.

"No, Granny, nothing bad. I just want to improve myself. That way, I can help more around here."

Her lips curved into a warm smile as she patted his head.

"As long as it's not hurting you, dear. But don't forget to rest, alright? Even strong boys need to take breaks."

"Don't worry, I will."

He promised, though his determination didn't waver.

Later that night, after finishing the chores and his studies, Arthur plopped himself on his bed, feeling the cool breeze from the window.

He glanced at the HUD in his right eye, a faint blue glow only he could see.

XxX

Name: Arthur

Titles: Reincarnator, The Man Who Impersonates God, Granny's Favorite

Age: 5 

Race: Human 

Gender: Male 

Health: 100/100 

Mana: 100/100 [Locked] 

Level: 1 [51/100]

Stats:

- Strength: 22

- Dexterity: 21

- Constitution: 15

- Intelligence: 22

- Wisdom: 18

- Charisma: 23

- Luck: 13

Skills: ??? [Locked], Gardening, Projectile Throwing

Items: Innovate Clear, ??? [Locked]

XxX

'Progress. A bit slow but still progress.'

He grinned, feeling a small sense of pride as he thought about how he'd figured out the mechanics of this system.

Strength increased when he did physically demanding tasks.

Dexterity went up from running and balancing exercises.

Constitution improved with high-quality nutrition and endurance-building activities.

Intelligence requires studying and solving puzzles.

Wisdom requires deep thinking and ideas.

Charisma came from interacting and earning admiration.

Luck, though, was the trickiest.

It seemed tied to random fortunate events, like flipping a coin ten times and landing on the same side.

Leveling up was another beast entirely.

It required "Killing Mobs," as he described.

So far, he had tested it by throwing stones at rats during the night.

It worked, but the experience gained was minimal.

But he also got a new skill called Projectile Throwing.

"Guess rats don't count for much."

He muttered to himself.

"I wonder how much a Devil or even a God would be worth?"

He chuckled at the absurdity of it all, then decided it was time to check on Gaia.

Closing his eyes, his consciousness slipped into the inner world.

Arthur found himself standing by the endless shore of the inner world, a shimmering expanse of water meeting the horizon.

Off to the side, Gaia sat with her knees hugged to her chest, staring at the vast expanse.

Her normally radiant presence seemed dim, her aura heavy with melancholy.

"Hey, Gaia."

Arthur called softly, approaching her.

"Go away."

She snapped, her voice muffled by her arms.

He sighed, planting his hands on his hips.

"You know you can't keep sulking forever, right?"

She shot back and glared at him.

"Yes, I can, and yes, I will!"

She turned her gaze back to the horizon, her voice trembling as she continued.

"Do you have any idea what it's like? To endure millennia of torment, only to learn it was all a lie? A stupid, perverted lie made for degenerates?!"

Arthur scratched the back of his head, unsure how to console her.

"Well, when you put it like that…"

Gaia buried her face in her knees, sobbing dramatically.

"It's not fair! My life, my very existence, was nothing but torture, and now this! How am I supposed to take all this seriously?"

He sat down beside her awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Look, it doesn't matter what my old world thought of this one. If you believe this world is real, then it's real. Isn't that all that matters?"

His words earned him a side glance, but she didn't stop sobbing like a baby.

Arthur groaned internally.

"Okay, Plan B."

Standing up, he crossed his arms and sighed theatrically.

"Oh well, I tried. If you want to keep sulking, then feel free. But I guess it just proves a point about you."

Gaia froze.

"What are you saying?"

"Oh, you know..."

Arthur continued nonchalantly.

"There's this group of idiots back in my old life. They're a bunch of idiots who actually believed the Earth is flat. They're also the same people who say flat girls are crybabies and losers. Your current behavior is kind of proving them right, you know."

As he finished his sentence, the temperature in the atmosphere dropped noticeably.

Arthur gulped, slowly turning to see Gaia standing behind him.

Her expression was a chilling mix of silent fury and malicious intent.

"Who are you calling flat?"

She asked softly.

Arthur's voice caught in his throat.

"I-It was a joke! A bad one! I swear! And I didn't say I said those things!"

Gaia didn't respond.

Instead, with an eerie calm, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt, flipped him over her lap, and pinned him down.

Dread consumes the blond boy.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Naughty boys..."

She said sweetly as she raises her palm.

"... deserve to be punished."

*SMACK!*

[ONE MINUTE LATER]

Arthur sat on the ground, rubbing his sore behind as Gaia stood before him, arms crossed.

"Never call me flat again, you hear me, little boy?"

She scolded, her tone stern. 

"Yes! Got it! Loud and clear!"

Arthur replied quickly, still wincing in pain.

Gaia's expression softened as she leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Ad thank you for cheering me up."

She said with a smile.

Arthur blinked, his cheeks flushing.

The pain in his backside suddenly seemed a lot less important.

"So… does this mean you'll train me now?"

He asked, hopeful.

She smirked, her usual confidence returning.

"Of course. Be warned though, my methods are rough, but it'll be worth it in the end. You ready, Arthur?"

Arthur grinned, his determination reigniting.

"I'm ready for everything."

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]

Hello readers!

Feeling good today so here's a new chapter.

And in exchange, Power Stones, por favor.

Thank you everyone and see you later!