It had taken the entire week for Phei to truly understand his DxD Elements.
Not the sterile, bullet-point descriptions the system had dumped into his brain like a lazy PowerPoint presentation—he'd memorized those in a single afternoon. No, this was deeper. Practical. The kind of knowledge you only earned by pushing the abilities to their limits, over and over, until they stopped feeling like foreign cheats and started feeling like extensions of his own flesh.
Dragon's Rod.
It has hree pillars. Three ridiculous, god-tier gifts that would have made lesser men weep with gratitude or terror.
First: Infinity Growth.
The system had not been indulging in hyperbole.
Infinity was, in fact, infinite.
His baseline—fully awake, fully aroused—was now on an absurd 12 inches of thick, unforgiving dragon. The 9- and 8-inches the Paradise had glimpsed before? That was half-mast. Morning wood. The beast still yawning in its lair.
