"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 293: Raynare's Friends
The arena was a colossus—built for grand competitions and art performances, but tonight it was the battlefield for Tenra and Sairaorg's match.
The official start time was hours away, yet the stands were already packed to bursting. Tenra found himself taken aback by the sheer scale.
Was it a hundred thousand? A million? Every direction was a sea of faces—a wild mosaic of races and clans. Humans, Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels, elves, youkai, vampires… Even a few skeletons wielding scythes and staves drifted through the crowd.
If he wasn't mistaken, those were actual Grim Reapers from Hell.
Azazel clapped Tenra's shoulder, grinning. "Impressed, kid? Didn't expect this, did you?"
Tenra managed a crooked smile. "A little, yeah."
He'd seen big crowds before, but nothing like this. The previous matches felt like warm-ups by comparison.
"Sairaorg's the top Devil of the new generation, and you're the Phoenix family's miracle. Everyone's calling this the ultimate showdown of the new era," Azazel said. "Plus, Sairaorg's heir to the Great King Bael House, and you're the Maou Lucifer's brother-in-law. The old guard are treating this as a chess match between the Great King and Maou factions."
He paused, eyes twinkling. "And let's not forget, you and Sairaorg used to be the laughingstock of the Underworld—the infamous 'Twin Wastes.' That's made your rise all the juicier. No wonder everyone wants to see this."
Tenra snorted. "Let them think what they want. I'm just here to fight Sairaorg, nothing else."
Azazel nodded. "That's all you need to worry about."
"Spotted a few old friends—gonna go say hi. You all do your thing."
Azazel melted into the crowd, leaving Tenra and the girls to wander the venue.
Even in the Underworld, a scene this lively was rare. What struck Tenra most was the way every race and pantheon mingled, laughing and chatting. A year ago, this would've been unthinkable—Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels meeting usually meant a bloodbath.
Thanks to Sirzechs, Azazel, and Michael, peace had come fast—almost too fast. Sometimes it felt like an invisible hand was orchestrating it all. Tenra noticed, but didn't dwell. He liked battle, hated mindless violence. Peace was a good thing.
"Ah! Lord Odin!"
Rossweisse's voice rang out as she spotted the old god.
Odin's eyes widened. "Oh hell—run!"
He didn't hesitate, stroking his beard as he bolted away.
"Stop right there, you old goat! And who's that new recruit with you?!"
Rossweisse summoned her Valkyrie armor and gave chase, fury blazing.
She'd helped Odin countless times, and he'd repaid her by firing her. She'd promised herself: next time she saw him, he was getting a beating.
"Will Miss Rossweisse be alright?"
Asia asked, worry creasing her brow.
Tenra laughed. "Don't worry. She'll come back after she's finished with him."
He left Odin's fate in Rossweisse's hands and continued exploring with the girls. They ran into plenty of familiar faces—including the Student Council President and her peerage.
"Don't lose."
Sona offered a brief greeting before walking off with her group.
Tenra was unfazed, but Rias frowned.
"Feels like Sona's been avoiding us lately…"
A year ago, Sona would drop by for tennis matches or hot springs. Now, she barely stopped for a hello.
Rias was sure she hadn't done anything to upset Sona. So…
Her gaze slid to Tenra, suspicion flickering in her eyes. Had he done something again?
Rias's intuition was as sharp as ever. Tenra kept his face neutral, but his heart thudded in his chest.
Well… this kind of adrenaline wasn't so bad.
"Rias, we should head to the prep room. Time to get ready for the match. What about you all?"
"We'll go find our seats in the stands."
It was getting late—Tenra needed to prepare, and the girls had lost interest in wandering.
"Onii-sama, we'll be cheering for you!"
"Tenra-senpai, don't lose."
Kunou and Koneko tugged at Tenra's sleeve, their voices earnest.
"With you two cheering, there's no way we'll lose."
Tenra smiled, ruffling their hair.
After a round of encouragement, Rias and the others headed for the viewing area. But Raynare, Mittelt, and Kalawarna didn't follow.
"Raynare, those are your friends, aren't they? They've been trailing us for a while. Go say hi," Tenra teased, nodding toward a cluster of Fallen Angel girls in the crowd behind them—five or six, all watching intently.
At first, Tenra thought they were here for Azazel, but it was clear their real interest was in Raynare, Mittelt, and Kalawarna.
"Yes, Master."
Raynare's lips curled in a faint smile as she led Mittelt and Kalawarna over.
Tenra didn't worry about his "tools" being bullied. He and Yubelluna's group headed for the prep room, readying themselves for the fight ahead.
"Long time no see, Raynare."
The Fallen Angel at the front greeted her with a dazzling smile.
"Long time no see, Chessia."
Raynare smiled back, warmth in her voice.
Chessia was striking—gorgeous features, a tall, curvaceous figure, and a voice that practically dripped seduction. The other Fallen Angels deferred to her with subtle glances.
All the girls wore sweet, friendly smiles. At a glance, anyone would think they were old friends—if not for the icy sharpness in their eyes.
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