14 Super Devil Super Market

I hit the ground slightly disoriented after dropping out of a medical tank full of mutagenic liquid, making me feel nostalgic about back when I was born as the ultimate Krogan super baby man. I'd once more emerged from the laboratory womb the best my species could offer, and when I stood up and stretched my body languidly, each shifting muscle sounded like the shifting of the earth's tectonic plates.

In a rare unexpected occurrence, my genetic rewrite procedure had unintended side effects, and my body cannibalized my devil energy and Touki, not only improving the enhanced sustainability I intended to imbue upon my swole bod, but also the strength and durability of my every cell. Despite currently housing only about three Issei's worth of devil energy, my body felt capable of wiping out cities with a single punch.

It was fucking glorious to once more be the ultimate lifeform.

I swept back my much longer hair and crossed my laboratory to the tanks holding my various super devil homunculi clones. Punching the glass of the first, I caught the vegetable version of me and sank my teeth into his neck, the primal action guiding my weakened devil energy in absorbing his being.

The clone shriveled and wizened as I drank my fill of his power, lifeforce, and even the available nutrients in his body. The inelegant method left a husk behind as I moved on and performed the action three more times, the near perfectly compatible resources transferring to me with buttery smoothness.

I stopped during the forth clone, once more feeling absolutely bloated with power. Consuming three and a half super devils at near flawless efficacy can do that to a guy.

Each of the clones were 'super' devils only by the narrowest of margins, and the classification ranges from can't take on any of the top ten strongest beings to absolutely can smack down peek Ophis and Great Red.

I can safely say that in baseline statistics I vastly outclass Ajuka, Rizevim, and Sirzechs in the body department. Not a single one of them is operating in a chassis capable of my raw physical strength, speed, and endurance. In terms of energy, I am probably above Ajuka and likely Rizevim, but I know that Sirzechs posts some huge numbers. I'd likely have to devour another handful of clones to surpass him in raw energy capacity, but I have three advantages none of the others can even come close to: Reinforcement, Touki, and my True Devil Form. The Reinforcement and Touki together mean I can pretty much walk through all three of them outside of Sirzechs activating his uncontrolled True Devil Form, but I can feel my own body wanting to transform as well, and I feel quite proud of the path my power took.

I had expected my Attribute: Absorption to be my True Devil Form, and that my body would transform into a pure expression of Absorption magic, pulling all of reality into myself and assimilating it like an intelligent black hole. I am glad that I didn't go that way, as I prefer my ass kickings to be dealt out in a straightforward manner.

Instead my True Devil Form matches my Origin: War.

I was the Devil God of War.

Fuck yeah.

Ultimate Offense and Ultimate Defense, in my True Devil Form my striking power and durability are jacked up through the rough. When all three powers, Reinforcement, Touki, and True Devil unite I think I am actually as powerful as people think they are in this setting. My math might be wonky, but I think if I put everything I have into a punch I could wipe out the dinosaurs all over again.

Heavy shit, my friends.

Now to figure out how to make some equipment that can survive my massive strength.

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In the lead up to the great Peace Summit I completely used up my stock of hundreds of super devil clones to make everything I could possibly need to dominate all life in this universe and the next. Using all my knowledge of magecraft I treated lives of the highest caliber as inputs in the creation of gems of power, blood red magical ink, and every kind of super alloy my mind could fathom. Their skin became supple leather, their bones exquisite ivory, their hair a luxurious fur cloak and trim.

It all came together to become the most powerful and profane equipment ever to be conceived.

Even Morgoth would tell Sauron he took evil too far if the guy showed up with this stuff at their 'let's be evil for the lols' weekly meeting.

The black and gold suit of massive plate armor bore the blood red runes of a thousand curses upon all that is light and holy. The very sight of the armor is enough to slay hope in the hearts of others inflicting despair and torpor, and causes even the most high angels to feel the need to give in and to fall.

The focused might of hundreds of super devils was more than enough to overcome the Holy type advantage and flip the script. All Holy type attacks, items, and beings lose power the closer to the armor they come. Along with my typical Flash Air, Absorption Field, and Reinforcement defenses, there isn't anything in the setting capable of penetrating my armor. No, not even Issie's Penetration ability, for only I decide if a pitiful dragon's understanding of a concept is enough to pass by my personal fortress.

All in all just the armor seems like a war crime, but wait there's more!

Did you think Ryujin Jakka was cool as fuck! So did I, so I made a buster sword that generates a sea of purple flames that are a raw expression of absorption magic molded and acting as the living will of fire. If that sounds fucking terrifying that is because… it totally is.

Obviously everything in DxD is hard countered by power level, but the purple flames of absorption are an expression of the highest mystery wielded by one of the most powerful beings in the setting. The number of people who can survive coming into contact with my fire can be counted on your fingers, and those people would have the physically strongest guy in the setting swinging a huge sword at them while they have to deal with the most potent flames of hell trying to turn them into smokeless fuel and not even leaving ashes behind.

Basically everything was Chuuni as fuck and I refuse to apologize for that.

If I wasn't in a setting governed by tiddies this shit would be lit.

I also figured out how Sacred Gears are soul bound as about seven eighths of the brats I fathered on the girls of Kuoh have them. They probably have a bunch of Longinus or Mutation Gears too, since they are halfbreeds and DxD can't help but give halfbreeds the most OP ridiculous Gears to make up for being absolutely better than regular humans in every way. Fuck, they probably all have Mutated Longinus Gears because I am the perfect intersection of overpowered and a shitty father.

I can already hear it now, 'You ruined my life! Now die, Dad!'

'How did I ruin your life? I wasn't even there!'

Anyway, because of that I can store my gear in my soul and don and remove it using the world's shortest magical girl transformation. One moment a tall handsome man, the next an up and coming Dark Lord just shoo-in to dominate the world and institute heinous shit like laser turrets that vaporize everyone who farts and act like they didn't just fart.

You know who you are. Just fess up. Maybe say something clever like an exaggerated 'What was that?'

So now I am the strongest being in the setting (probably), got the literal best girl engaged and pregnant, got a side chick who can bring the house down now that she knows what she is doing in the sack, got a bedroom dynamo that I must protec at all cost, and got an army of kids on the way who are just going to be a delight to fight sometime in the future when they inevitably rebel against whatever totalitarian regime I set up in the coming years that they either disagree with personally or got their dick sucked by some rebel whore.

Now all I need is a good all out slobberknocker of war and we'll be set for nonstop good times.