"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 169: Beyond the Limits
If Draconis's earlier feats still made sense to the Maou-level crowd, what happened next left even Sirzechs and the others utterly lost.
Everyone knew Ascalon—the Dragon Slayer Holy Sword—was powerful. Its strength could rival some Sacred Gears, but it wasn't a Sacred Gear. That was supposed to be an unbreakable rule.
Draconis shattered that belief.
Right in front of everyone, he transformed the Holy Sword into a Sacred Gear. The energy signature was unmistakable—Sirzechs and the others had felt enough Sacred Gear auras to know the real thing.
Azazel, the foremost expert on Sacred Gears—he'd even built artificial ones—watched in slack-jawed disbelief. Draconis's method was something he'd never seen before.
With Ascalon now a true Sacred Gear and its Balance Breaker unleashed, Draconis's eyes sharpened. The newly awakened weapon didn't just amplify his attack power; it gained a piercing effect, cutting through defenses that would have stopped lesser blades.
Only someone with Absolute Dominion could truly grasp the explosive energy inside him now. It was so overwhelming, he almost believed he could split the sky with a flick of his wrist.
He vanished.
Vali's senses screamed danger. Even with his heightened perception, he caught only a blur streaking in from the side—barely enough time to raise his wings for a partial block before he was sent flying.
Still airborne, a savage gash opened across his chest, blood spraying in the air.
Hit. The realization flashed through his mind.
He forced the wound closed with magic, but the pain was searing—Ascalon's anti-demon properties biting deep.
Draconis was a freak, wielding both holy and demonic power, plus a weapon designed to slay devils. Vali could handle tough opponents, but this was something else.
What truly shook him, though, was the nature of Draconis's power.
How could he turn a Holy Sword into a Sacred Gear? Sacred Gears were supposed to be god-made, weren't they? And now he could trigger Balance Breaker at will…
Was it really that easy to forge a Sacred Gear?
That phrase haunted him: "It's not the sword that chooses the hero—it's the hero who makes the sword legendary."
It circled in Vali's mind, the answer just out of reach—a thin veil he couldn't pierce.
What kind of power had Draconis grasped to become this strong?
Everyone present was asking the same question.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from Vali's body. His crystalline armor flickered, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Draconis looked up, recognizing the source immediately.
"The White Dragon Emperor?"
"I am Albion, the Gwiber."
Draconis nodded, cool and polite. "An honor."
It sounded like pure courtesy—nobody believed he was actually honored.
"Albion, what realm are you talking about?" Vali asked, unable to hide his curiosity. The feeling of being on the verge of understanding, yet locked out, was driving him mad.
"That realm is called Transcendence."
The words hit like a thunderclap.
Sirzechs, Serafall, and the other top-tier devils finally understood. This was no ordinary state.
"Transcendence… Only those who become Transcendent Beings can touch that realm. I always thought it was a legend," Serafall breathed, stunned. "And Draconis is already knocking on the door?"
"If that's true, his talent is terrifying," Sirzechs said, face grave.
Transcendence—a power whispered about since ancient times, but never witnessed. No record in the history of the Three Factions. It was supposed to be pure myth, yet here it was, manifesting before their eyes.
And Draconis had reached it so early, leaving even the strongest devils feeling inadequate.
It meant he was destined to become a Transcendent Being—beyond the limits.
Vali mused aloud, "Just touching Transcendence lets you casually create Sacred Gears? That's supposed to be the privilege of gods… This power is insane."
He stared at Draconis, battle-lust blazing. "My goal is to defeat the legendary Great Red—but now, you're just as terrifying. Even if I trigger my Juggernaut Drive, I doubt I could win."
Draconis smiled, serene as ever. "Why not try?"
Vali grinned. "Gladly."
Azazel just shook his head, half in awe, half in concern. "Draconis's state is freakish. I don't think I could take him myself. Vali, you may have betrayed me, but don't get yourself killed here."
He wasn't exaggerating; Draconis now radiated Maou-level power.
Serafall and Grayfia nodded, serious. They were beyond Maou-level themselves, but Vali hadn't reached that peak yet. He'd need time.
Draconis ignored all the commentary, radiating calm. His composure only made Vali itch for a challenge.
But just then, a streak of light shot across the sky, landing between the two combatants.
Vali paused, lowering his helmet and revealing his face. "Bikou, what are you doing here?"
The newcomer, staff slung over his shoulder, grinned. "Norse gods are on the move. I came to drag you into the fight."
He looked every inch the Monkey King—golden circlet, iron staff, wild energy—though he seemed human enough.
"Another Khaos Brigade member… Bikou must be the Monkey King's descendant," Azazel said. "The infamous monkey from Journey to the West."
The mention of Journey to the West made Draconis turn, eyes steady on Azazel. "Careful with your words. 'Infamous monkey'? That's the Great Sage."
Azazel: "…"
Everyone: "…"
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