DxD: I know…I'm not the real one,just a cheap copy. but...I'd win-Chapter 38: I refuse ~

"Who are you and how did you get here!!"

The child bombarded Sanguinius with questions that should logically be his own.

Yet he showed no anger or dissatisfaction with this situation.

Even though the presence of a divine child is a problem, Sanguinius is no longer as weak as when he left.

Even without 60% of his strength!!

Unconsciously, he glanced at his fist.

Numbers fluctuate in the range of 2000 to 1000, which is already scandalous.

Back then, his strength had slightly increased thanks to Mittelt's "trust" and 3 other people.

And now?

He had already observed, thanks to the suspicion skill, a continuous influx of strength coming to him, and it's changing him little by little.

Of course, the quality of the "trust" is inferior to that of Mittelt or even Aura.

Yet their large number is a non-negligible increase in strength for him.

This energy pushes his body to reject anything considered impure or imperfect, and pulls him toward his former form... an angel.

Not a simple DxD angel, but an angel born from the perception of humans from a man from another world.

A world where many consider their goddess and divine creatures as "sacred" or all-powerful.

'I can even see the Warp writhing inside me.'

The two energies clearly don't appreciate each other and can't coexist, but Sanguinius still monitors the process out of caution.

After all, chaos is an energy not to be underestimated, even if this one is isolated.

For now, time seems to be on Sanguinius's side.

Sanguinius just needs to harvest enough "trust" and his victory will be guaranteed.

'Despite this, I've noticed no change in the stats on the guild card.'

He had already tested the physical capabilities, and they are very real, as Sanguinius has clearly increased his strength.

Yet the guild card shows nothing.

It seems that "trust" is considered a sort of hidden statistic, beyond being a simple passive skill.

Who knows, maybe those numbers on his arm are this "hidden" statistic.

[Stop Thrax, he is my creator.]

The AI grabbed the boy by the shoulder and held him back.

Despite struggling, Sanguinius clearly sees the child hesitate to move too fiercely, as he doesn't want to accidentally hurt the AI.

"Interesting..."

Cortana tried to speak, but the brat was already being carried by his creator.

Thrax was caught off guard by the sudden and casual action.

He found himself suspended in the air, while the man in front of him held him by the back collar, like a lion cub being carried by its mother.

"Thrax, is that it?"

The child didn't answer, but he tried to attack more vigorously.

Unfortunately, he suddenly lost his strength under my grip.

'What's happening... I... I'm losing consciousness.'

Slowly, he fell asleep without offering any resistance.

"Now that the Pheromones skill has been used... I leave him in the good graces of the Dream skill."

Thrax fell deeply asleep in Sanguinius's arms, who still carries him like a young lion.

'He seems to appreciate the nice dream I've concocted for him.'

Sanguinius doesn't know Thrax's close ones and he didn't want to rummage through the child's head, but that didn't stop him from creating a pleasant dream.

It takes little to have a very good night, after all.

"Now, you explain to me, Cortana?"

The holographic woman nodded, before explaining the events related to her encounter with the demigod.

It took about ten minutes to explain things in detail. Fortunately, the AI is a good storyteller.

"I understand better, and you did well," he said while stroking the holographic hair that had become temporarily solid to allow this action.

[Thank you master... but I admit I was afraid of creating an unpleasant situation for you,] she said, with a pleasant and hesitant voice.

"Haha, what nonsense!!" declared Sanguinius, laughing for a moment.

"I ordered you to learn and you obeyed, but I didn't explicitly mention anything regarding a detail like Thrax."

Under the light atmosphere and his smile, Sanguinius observes Cortana with critical eyes.

'She learns quickly as expected, but she seems to be developing empathy.'

He has no real proof that the AI's act is empathy. However, if that's really the case...

Sanguinius glanced at his arm, which shows different numbers.

'Should I endow her with this power in the future?'

A bold idea, but still under study.

The trust skill given by Eris is not an ordinary power that can be distributed like bread.

Although he asked for a function to give and take it back, Sanguinius must be careful.

Otherwise, he risks ending up one day like the two heroes from the story To Be Hero X.

Yes, he's thinking about the former heroes Nice and the E-Soul... replaced.

After all, Trust is a vague power dependent on people's vision.

If, for example, Sanguinius disappears one day without a trace like a certain irresponsible avatar, it would be possible for Cortana to search for an individual resembling him to simply replace him.

'Especially since this version of Trust works with objects.'

Thus, Cortana could just replace him and recover all his followers without real difficulty.

It's because of these kinds of factors that he can't give Trust easily and carelessly create a hero organization.

The individual must prove several times that he is devoted to his cause and to him, without having a hidden agenda.

'I must still be sure about those worthy of the "Trust" power, because I don't know who will have authority over this power if another me appears...'

Sanguinius might even end up keeping it all to himself, if he judges that no orphan or close one is worthy of Trust.

"Apart from the little monster in my arms, can you prepare the laboratory?"

[Thank you for your kindness, and yes, I've already prepared a complete laboratory,] declared Cortana, with a soft voice.

"Excellent. You can read this quickly, and I'll also need Mittelt's blood."

Fortunately I kept that in stock in case of emergency.

After all, he doesn't know when he'll need a blood transfusion one day, for him or for Mittelt.

Now, this seems like a more important situation than the initial goal.

'I literally have the genetic material of a Primarch, a demigod, and a fallen angel.'

Sanguinius sketched a smile of anticipation.

...

Bam

"Stop running and hiding... you stink too much of the biblical pantheon," declares the dragon, taking a few breaths.

Despite his words, he hadn't been able to detect the blonde girl dressed in torn clothes and sporting various wounds on her body.

He talks a lot, but their territory is too close to the Hell sector governed by our pantheon.

'It was impossible for the huge lizard to find her... at least normally.'

Flame

Smash

The dragon's powerful fire meets head-on the small fist glowing with a golden light, mixed with a misty aura like vapor.

'How do they always manage to find me!!'

She had masked her scent, hidden her magic and other energies within her.

Yet the dragons always end up finding her.

'There must be an explanation...'

"Drop those fruits and I'll consider convincing the others to forget this insolence," announced the beast, after glancing toward a certain direction.

My brothers and I have penetrated too far into the devils' territory, we must unfortunately give up punishing this treasure thief.

Unconsciously, he let out a dissatisfied growl against his own decision.

Unfortunately for him, his words answered Mittelt's question.

Oh, they must have marked these fruits somehow.

That explains the whole situation.

An extremely wide smile drew across the fallen angel's face as she observed the immense dragon.

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"I refuse~"

She had now found a solution to leave this dangerous place