Highschool DxD-Dream of Perfection

(I do not own High School DxD; it belongs to its respective creators.)

Chapter 1:

conversation or dialogue - " " ' '

author's input ( )

System or magic spell [ ]

A man could be seen sprinting down the hallway with speed rivaling Usain Bolt's. His mouth was moving rapidly, with little to no voice getting out. But if you listen extremely carefully, you could hear him muttering, 'Fuck, fuck, I shouldn't have eaten that burrito! Fuck Fuck' continuously. He was breathing heavily, with his eyes darting around as if searching for something.

Suddenly his eyes stop at a blue door with a man's sign. Then he rapidly changes his direction, going towards it at even faster speed than before. In a second, he was there, almost touching the door. When he was almost there, he raised his right hand back and.

BAM!

Slams through the bathroom door like a hulk on a rampage, almost unhinging the door, and rushes to the nearest stall. The moment he went inside the stall, he slammed the door behind him shut, hurriedly unfastened his belt, and sat down with an audible slam sound. Not a moment later.

PRJTPPJTJPJRJROJR . disgusting sound was heard.

"AHHH, at last," the man mutters as his muscles relax with tension, leaving his body. He slowly leans back while taking a deep breath of relief.

Tick... tock... tick... tock...

After a few seconds, the man notices the sound, like a hand clock, that was coming from behind the toilet."What is that sound? the man thought to himself. After a few seconds, curiosity got the better of him, and he turned around to locate the source of the sound only to be met with...

KABOOOOOM!!!!!

In an average Japanese living room, a 4-year-old child sat on the ground watching TV. He has black hair with the slightest shade of brown mixed in it, with clear brown eyes like a raindroplet, and a chubby face typical of a child his age.

Suddenly—

Thud...

The child fell unconscious.

(MC's POV)

'What the fuck just happened? What was that explosion? Oh god, don't tell me that I died while sitting on a toilet. Wait a sec. Where am I?' The man-now-a-child muttered as he got up and surveyed the surroundings.

What greeted him was a peaceful Japanese living room. With birds chirping outside and sunlight streaming through the window. It was tranquil, as if what he'd just experienced was a daydream caused by a lack of sleep.

Slowly he looks down and sees his hands; they are small and delicate, like a child's.

Then he looks at his body—it was small with short hands and legs in contrast to his body.

'What the—" he was about to exclaim loudly, but halfway through, he heard his voice.

It was soft and gentle, in contrast to his previous gruff and rough sound.

As if something clicked in his mind, he quickly got up and started searching for a mirror. After a few seconds, he found a mirror. In the far-right corner of the room beside the plant, it was a small hand mirror. That could be held in one hand.

He held the mirror in one hand and looked at the child that stared right back at him. He stood in silence for a few seconds, then slowly stretched his hand and touched his face.

"Did I transmigrate?" he thought, stunned.

(Time skip: 3 minutes later)

Now the child could be seen sitting on the sofa while staring at the ceiling. With a frown eched into his face as if he were in deep thought. "Okay, so in short, I transmigrated into this kid's body after I died. Also, I'm alone in this house. I wonder, Where are my parents?" he thought to himself suddenly. 

Ding...

"What was that sound?"

Loading...

15%...

32%...

46%...

Error!!!

Error!!!

Connection with the source severed...

Reconnecting...

Reconnecting...

Error!!!

Not possible to connect to the source...

Seeking other alternatives...

Connection to Remnant...

Error...

Error.... 

Entering protocal Z14...

Activation Backup...

"Is that my system?"

"Wait, what do you mean the connection to the source is lost?"

[Hello, host.]

"Don't just 'hello' me! What do you mean 'connection to the source severed'?"

[Due to connection to the source being severed, the system is entering low power mode.]

'Ahh, what?' 

(Time skip: 3 minutes later)

"So in short, you're a crippled, downgraded gamer system."

[Affirmative.]

"And I died because there was a c4 behind my toilet, and while I was doing my business, it exploded."

[Affirmative.]

[Suggestion: The host doesn't need to speak to communicate with me.] [The host could think, and the system will understand]

"Okay... so how does going into low power mode affect me?"

[Informing host: features like ID create, shop, gacha, multiverse travel, accelerated growth, exp consuming growth, etc., have been disabled in low power mode.]

"Wait, wait, that's like 70% of the Gamer system gone right off the bat!!!"

[Also, the system is incapable of granting host material possessions like money, bloodlines, weapons, and armor.]

Uhhhhhhh,' the child let out a long sigh as he accepted the fact that his system is crippled.

"'...." He let the silence linger for a few more seconds; after that, he said in a calm voice with a deep frown still etched into his face.

"Tell me what you can do."

[Affirmative.]

[In low power mode, the system is capable of keeping track of the host's growth and skill progression.]

"So only the grinding function of the system is active,?"

[Affirmative.]

"Then show me my status."

[Affirmative.]

[System of Perfection]

Name: Tsuki Yuto (previous name: Caleb Anderson)

Race: Human

Level: 1 

0/50 to upgrade

Talent: 1.02 (1 is average)

Skill: None

Power level: 0.2 (Adult Male: 1)

perfection point: 0

Remark: You are the incarnate of weakness.

"What do you mean 'incarnate of weakness?"

[...]

"Forget it... so, power level, huh? I guess it's a bit simpler. Also, which world am I in?"

[Host is in the world of high school DxD]

Upon hearing where he is, his face instantly shifts from a frown to a sunny expression. With a smile adorning his face that looks like it is barely blocking what is behind it. "Are you serious, system?"

[affirmative]

With one final confirmation from the system, he bursts into mad laughter. "Hahaha, then it's a good thing I just finished DxD. Hahaha, women and godhood, here I come! Ahaha, I can almost see myself out there. Hahaha, yes, yes!"

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening could be heard downstairs. 

CLINK...

"Wait, are my parents coming?" he thought to himself as he ran toward the front door clumsily with little to no eye and body coordination. (Don't blame him; just a few minutes ago he was a grown man.)

While going downstairs towards the front door, he wonders if his parents are humans. Just as he was about to reach the door—

'Why are you running, my little rice ball? You might fall and get hurt.'

A smooth and soft voice echoed through the room. 

And when the door fully opened, he saw his mom.

She was a striking woman with raven-black hair that flowed like silk and emerald-green eyes that held a captivating depth. Her figure was well proportioned, with smooth curves.

(POV of Yuki Yuto, mother of our MC)

As I hurried back from the supermarket to retrieve my purse, I couldn't help but think about how scatterbrained I must seem. At 25, I had built a career as a skilled architect, yet sometimes the simplest things escaped my mind.

I have a 4-year-old son who is shy and adorable. Whenever we meet strangers, he always hides behind my leg, but when he's with me or any of his close friends, he's surprisingly mature.

After getting my purse and hurrying home, I checked my watch—2:20 PM, 21 minutes. "A bit longer than I expected," I thought as I took my key from my pocket. (She always keeps it in her pocket.)

When I was about to open the door, I heard my little angel shouting "YES!"

"I wonder what got him so excited," I thought as I unconsciously smiled and opened the door.

.

There I saw him.

He was running with all his speed, feet dragging with each uneven step towards me.

Upon seeing this scene, I couldn't help but smile wider and say, "Why are you running, my rice ball? You might fall and get hurt."

Author here: Author from chap 10 fixing some things.