"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 280: Jeanne's Screams
"What… what are you going to do to me?"
Jeanne d'Arc's voice trembled as Tenra approached, a chill running down her spine.
"What am I going to do?" Tenra's lips curled into a smile. "Oh, there's plenty I want to do."
He let out a low chuckle, then continued, "First, let's extract your Sacred Gear."
"It'll hurt. I'll try to be gentle, but you'll have to bear it."
She was, after all, a beautiful woman—Tenra had no desire to be unnecessarily cruel. He gave her a warning, then activated his Sacred Gear Plunder, raising his hand and plunging it straight into Jeanne's chest.
He actually shoved his hand into her chest—at first, Jeanne's indignation flared, but it was quickly drowned out by agony. Her elegant face twisted, contorted by pain.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
The pain was indescribable, as if her very soul were being torn apart. Jeanne's screams echoed through the chamber, raw and unfiltered.
Time lost all meaning. It felt like she'd spent a century in torment. When Jeanne finally clawed her way back from the darkness, her face was ghostly pale, breath coming in ragged gasps—like someone who'd walked through hell and barely returned.
"Hah… hah… This is your idea of… gentle?"
Her chains rattled as she forced her head up, eyes brimming with accusation.
"I was gentle. Otherwise, you'd be unconscious right now," Tenra replied with a shrug, already turning his attention to the jewel in his hand.
It radiated a sacred light, countless swords flickering within. This was the Sacred Gear he had just stolen from Jeanne—Sword Birth.
Without hesitation, Tenra pressed the jewel into his own body.
Like its demonic counterpart, Sword Birth was a high-grade Sacred Gear, and the power it gave Tenra far surpassed any ordinary artifact.
He closed his eyes, savoring the surge of new strength and unfamiliar abilities. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
When he opened his eyes, twin golden sword-lights flashed and vanished. With his experience from wielding Sword Birth's dark twin, Tenra immediately began to theorize how to use this new power.
He spread his fingers—an ethereal golden sword materialized in the air. He clenched his fist, and the sword shattered into motes of light.
Then he snapped his fingers. Golden whirlpools shimmered into existence, and from each, holy swords slowly emerged.
It was the same Balance Breaker as before—Unlimited Blade Creation.
With his right hand, Tenra drew a holy sword from one vortex. With his left, he summoned a demonic blade.
He studied the two opposing weapons, then pressed them together.
The swords twisted and fused. At first, they repelled each other, but under Tenra's guidance, holy and demonic energies balanced and combined, transforming into a flawless blade—radiant, powerful, and utterly unique. A true Holy-Demonic Sword.
He swung it experimentally, nodding with satisfaction. He hadn't tested it in real battle yet, but he was confident: this sword could rival even Irina's Excalibur or Xenovia's Durandal.
Jeanne watched in horror, eyes wide as if she'd seen a ghost.
How long had Tenra possessed her Sacred Gear? Five minutes? Ten? In that impossibly short span, he'd mastered its Balance Breaker and achieved the impossible—fusing holy and demonic swords perfectly.
What kind of monster was he?
"Surprised?" Tenra noticed her stunned expression, dismissing the swords and portals with a flick of his wrist.
Jeanne nodded, almost without thinking. Surprised? She was terrified.
"My Sacred Gear gives me mastery over all others. With my prior experience, this was child's play."
He smiled, then reached out to gently stroke her cheek. "You should worry less about my powers and more about yourself."
The touch jolted Jeanne. Fear flickered in her eyes.
"Are you… are you going to kill me?"
She'd refused to submit. Now, even her Sacred Gear was gone. She was worthless—an expendable prisoner.
She'd braced herself for this, but now that the moment was here, panic took over. She didn't want to die. But she couldn't bring herself to surrender, either.
She was trapped, helpless.
But to Jeanne's shock—
"Relax. I won't kill you. As my captive, your Sacred Gear, your body, your soul—everything about you belongs to me. Killing you would be a waste."
Tenra's smile was pleasant, but his words were absolute. From the moment Jeanne had become his prisoner, she'd been branded as his property.
Relief washed over Jeanne, but it was fleeting. She caught the burning desire in Tenra's eyes, and dread crept in.
"You… you wouldn't…?"
She tensed, realizing what he meant.
Tenra grinned wickedly. "You've figured it out. Yes—exactly that."
With a wave of his hand, Jeanne's chains snapped apart. Weak and exhausted, she cried out as she collapsed into Tenra's arms.
He scooped her up, cradling her bridal-style, and carried her toward the bedroom.
To the victor go the spoils—and Tenra intended to claim everything.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Jeanne struggled in his grasp, humiliation and fury fueling her, but her strength had all but vanished.
"Give up. You're mine now."
Tenra tossed her onto the bed, looming over her.
"Bastard! Even if you take my body, you'll never have my heart!"
Jeanne clutched her chest, teeth gritted—her last stand.
"Don't be so sure, my dear Saint. Once your body submits, your heart will follow."
"I'll prove it to you."
His smile was pure devil. Tenra lunged, tearing away her clothes.
"Don't… don't…"
"AHHHHH!"
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