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Chapter 192: Campione
🕑 Added 2025-04-27 14:53:12 +0000 UTC"The moment I arrive, I run into someone this powerful? Looks like this world’s going to be more chaotic than I thought..."
As the golden light faded around him, Blake immediately sensed a presence so overwhelming it made his Ancient Arts flare up in alarm. He narrowed his crystal-blue eyes and muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Heh… I’ve hit the jackpot."
He stood casually, hands in his pockets, as his eyes locked onto the regal figure seated in the lavish chair ahead.
"Sia, scan him."
"Understood!" came the AI’s cheerful reply.
A moment later, a stream of data projected itself into Blake’s vision.
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Name: Sasha Dejanstahl Voban
Race: Human
Title: God-Slaying Demon King
Age: Over 200
Power: As a Campione, he wields the power to make the impossible possible. Pure strength alone is not a reliable measure. Minimum level: Satan-Class.
Luck Value: 1036
Note: The oldest Campione in modern history. Holds immense authority and is regarded as both the strongest and the most dangerously insane of his kind.
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Blake exhaled sharply through his nose, amused.
“So this is the Campione world... Mom was right.”
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A Few Days Earlier
He lay sprawled lazily across Kanna’s massive dragon form, his head nestled in Lia’s lap as the clouds drifted lazily above them.
At that moment, a crisp ding echoed in his mind.
His power level had just officially broken into Satan-Class.
And with that came something he never expected, a letter from his mother.
"No way I imagined that..." he mumbled.
Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the sky.
"Sia, open the letter."
There was no hesitation in his voice. No matter what, he needed to read it.
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Hi, my baby boy.
Looks like you're taking good care of yourself. And from what I can see, you even saved your sister and her familiar. I'm proud of you. You're a wonderful brother.
I know you’ve got a million questions. But many answers would do more harm than good right now. Knowing too much without the strength to back it up could be dangerous, not just for you, but for everyone close to you.
Reading those words, Blake’s breath caught in his throat. That familiar gentle yet serious tone, it was exactly how he remembered her from his childhood.
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First off: You didn't "possess" Blake Silva. The seal I placed on your memories was simply lifted recently. What you’re experiencing are your original memories.
You and Lia aren’t normal humans. In fact, you aren’t really human at all, at least, not by DxD standards. You’re special. And one day, you’ll understand what that means.
Second, your System isn’t what you think it is.
The ability to steal Luck is a power that surpasses anything in the DxD world, including Great Red or the gods of ExE. It didn’t come from the System. It came from you.
The System is just a channel, a medium to help you wield your true power. Every items you’ve got so far... they’re birthday gifts. From me and your uncles. Not from the Silva family. Yes, I have a few brothers who are absurdly powerful and, admittedly, a bit overprotective.
As for Sia? She’s an old friend of mine. She lost her powers and memories, so I left her by your side, hoping she’d recover. Please take care of her.
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Blake blinked, stunned. He could barely believe what he was reading.
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If you’re special, then so is Lia. She possesses an extraordinary power. But she’ll need more strength, and mental growth, before she can use it. I’m counting on you to guide her.
Now, listen carefully: Don’t take your harem to other worlds just yet. World hoppers aren’t well-received in the Multiverse. Right now, your presence is masked when traveling, but theirs isn’t. Until you reach Solar-Class (which comes after Dragon God and Planetary levels), it’s too dangerous.
Focus on getting stronger. I’ve hidden more rewards in your task system to help you grow.
I love you and your sister deeply.
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P.S.: You and Sia aren’t blood-related. Neither of you share any ties to the Silva family. I created both of you using my power. Mama is very powerful. So don’t worry about me, I’m not in any danger. Your Next World will help you to take steps towards mastering your powers. Just enjoy your journey. We’ll reunite when the time is right.
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Present , Campione World
Even now, just thinking about that letter gave Blake a headache.
“Of course Mom had future sight too...” he muttered, massaging his temples.
Putting the thought aside, Blake returned his focus to the scene before him. Marquis Voban, the God-Slaying Demon King, sat exuding a terrifying aura, and Blake couldn't help but grin.
"This world… it’s going to be fun."
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The Campione world was defined by myths, and myths shaped gods. Each deity had a role to fulfill, but not all followed the script. Those who strayed were called Heretic Gods, and they brought chaos wherever they appeared.
To humans, these rogue gods were disasters incarnate.
They operated with two main traits:
1. Obsession – Lacking human desires, they fixated on their divine roles. A Heretic God of War might destroy all humanity just to keep fighting.
2. Recklessness – They viewed humans like animals. Killing them meant nothing. Just as humans crushed bugs, Heretic Gods obliterated lives without a second thought.
To defend against them, humanity had only one hope: those rare humans who could slay gods and steal their powers, Campione.
Campione were part saviors, part tyrants. Revered and feared in equal measure. Their strength was divine, their tempers catastrophic. Entire cities could fall if they were angered.
But without them, humanity would’ve long since perished.
Marquis Voban, being the oldest and most volatile among them, commanded immense fear.
The priestesses gathered around him were tokens of respect from various factions. To the Demon King, they were tools. Lives meant little.
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But none of that mattered to Blake.
"This world’s got style. I like it."
Just then, a deep, guttural voice echoed through the grand hall.
"Boy. How did you appear here?"
Voban’s gaze locked onto Blake, his green wolf-like eyes narrowing with curiosity. Despite his commanding tone, there was no immediate hostility. His mood was unusually good, he had just succeeded in summoning a Heretic God, after all.
Yet something about Blake bothered him.
When Blake arrived, Voban’s beast-like instincts, usually razor-sharp, felt nothing. As if Blake didn't exist.
A chill of intrigue ran down the old king's spine.
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"Tch. Looks like I walked into the wrong scene."
Blake muttered nonchalantly, eyes flicking past Voban toward the two startled girls sitting nearby.
Two lolis. Very familiar ones.
One had soft tea-colored hair, Yuri Mariya, the gentle shrine maiden.
The other had striking silver hair, Liliana Kranjcar, a prodigious knight-mage.
Blake smirked.
"So this is four years before the main plot. Voban’s ritual to summon the Heretic God… huh. What a lucky coincidence. Saves me the trouble of hunting one down."
He turned toward the ominous black pillar in the center of the room, radiating energy so sinister it seemed to gnaw at the air itself.
Everything made sense now.
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"You dare ignore me?"
Voban’s voice dropped, laced with deadly intent. His emerald eyes glowed menacingly.
"Few mortals in this world would even dare to breathe arrogantly in my presence. And yet, here you are, mocking me."
The atmosphere turned oppressive. Liliana and Yuri both trembled, the sheer weight of Voban’s presence nearly suffocating them.
But Blake?
He didn’t even flinch.
Instead, he smiled, mischievous, fearless, and utterly unfazed.
"You're strong, old man... but you're not the scariest thing I’ve seen."
He cracked his knuckles.
"Now, why don't we have some fun?"
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