The moment I arrived in this world, a massive amount of information about my new race was forcibly downloaded into my mind. A magic circle appeared beneath my feet, and in an instant, I found myself in a plain, office-like room.

  Sitting before me was Rias Gremory from the DxD series. No, I hope. Judging by your reaction, I assumed you didn’t choose the random anime character option and had instead opted for the test.

  "Look, if you had chosen the random anime character wheel, you would have simply become a random anime character, gaining all of their powers—except for things like Devil Fruits, since those are technically the fruit’s power and not the character’s. The same applies to weapons, even if they’re soul-bound.

  Alternatively, you could take the test. If you pass, you gain a unique ability, though the ability differs for each person.

  Anyway, what’s your reality of origin?"

  "Earth."

  "Okay. Is your Earth in a future timeline?"

  "I suppose you could say that. The year was 2159."

  "Alright, so is it a super-advanced sci-fi Earth, or a post-apocalyptic Earth that’s on the brink of destruction due to catastrophic pollution?"

  "The second one."

  "Okay, age 20. Current race… I believe it was called Diamond, though I think that name is a bit lazy. Oh, that’s a new race—some general explanation will be required.

  It's a spiritual life form. I only need to eat about once every two weeks, and even then, I require only about a liter of water and a kilogram of food. I can survive for a month without food or water before dying of dehydration or starvation. I have no need to breathe, as my body—if I understand correctly—is composed of a fusion of refined elements and slime. It lacks internal organs, unlike a Soul Reaper's body, which is also a spiritual life form but originates from a human soul.

  That said, my body appears nearly identical to a human's on the outside at least. As the progenitor of my race, I have the ability to turn others into my kind."

  "Wait, you can do that?"

  "Yes, but there are limitations. The other party must consent, and I can't use it on other spiritual beings—it has to be a physical life form, like yourself."

  She smiles and says, "Oh? Mind turning me into one? I don’t really care, but why?"

  I respond, "I believe DxD is from post-World War III, though it’s still extremely popular. Modern anime is just blatant advertising; they don’t even try to pretend otherwise anymore. So yes, I’ve seen DxD despite the animation quality being poor by today’s standards.

  Anyway, the point is she’s not actually that strong. Most of her strength comes from her powerful bloodline, not from actual training. She’s only High-Class, which, to be honest, is pretty average."

  She tilts her head. "And what do you think?"

  "I have a job with the government, which is one of the four major supernatural factions. This Earth is about twice the size of standard Earth, with a gravity of 1.9 Gs compared to the standard 1 G.

  Anyway, to get stronger and increase my influence, I need a position within the government faction, which essentially oversees all supernatural factions. The only reason there aren’t more factions is because—"

  "There aren’t more notable factions because the supernatural community is highly disorganized. As a result, only smaller groups exist, and there are really only four major factions—one of which is the government, which hires people like me who are of average strength.

  Remember, High-Class may seem strong, but if you consider all the different anime worlds, it’s actually pretty average. Plus, Rias never trained, so she’s not nearly as strong as you’d expect a High-Class being to be.

  Anyway, that’s why I want to change my race—I believe I’ll be able to grow stronger by doing so. It makes sense, at least in theory.

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  So, these four supernatural factions are the main players in the bigger picture. I should focus on increasing our numbers. I do know that a normal member of my race can eventually become a progenitor, but I only know the first step—gaining their shard, which is equivalent to Bankai.

  Anyway, I’ll focus on that later. I assume you need to finish submitting the report before you can quit? Also, I assume you don't actually like working for the government?"

  "The government mostly recruits people from the supernatural community, but it’s the big shots who do most of the heavy lifting. Their sheer individual power is the only reason they can keep the rest of the supernatural world in check.

  Well at least those outside of the four major factors since all four major factions have real powerhouses at their upper levels"

  "Noted. Once we finish here, you can turn me into your race."

  "Alright. I’ll also prepare the necessary IDs and documents for you."

  "IDs? Wait, don’t you need a biometric scan and an assigned identification number and tracking chip installed"

  "Right, I forgot. Your reality of origin is Earth, year 2159. Basically, the world's about to end due to toxic, polluted air. You can’t go outside without a special breathing mask and protective equipment to avoid the acid rain and poisonous atmosphere. It’s a classic post-apocalyptic world setting, but this time, it’s very real.

  Now then, are you going to turn me into one of your own race if I submit the application I’m supposed to?

  Using wind magic, I cut my finger, letting a single drop of blood form before the wound instantly heals. I flip the drop of blood over and say simply, 'Drink this to start the process.'

  She hesitates but eventually complies, collapsing to the ground almost immediately. A single drop of blood sends her screaming in agony. However, after about twenty minutes, she slowly lifts herself up. She looks almost the same, still appearing human to most eyes—except for those who have awakened their ability to see spiritual life forms. To them, she likely looks… ghostly.

  'Why do I look so much like a ghost compared to you?' she asks.

  I point at her body. 'You have to destroy it. Use your own hand to complete the process.'

  Energy of Destruction surges through her, reducing her original body to nothing.

  'Oh, you can still use Destruction Magic? That’s the bloodline magic of the Gremory Clan, right?' she asks. 'I thought it was more like a biological function, so I was surprised you kept it.'

  'I guess my magic is more a part of me than my body ever was. Otherwise, I doubt I’d still have it.'

  A summoning circle appears beneath her feet.

  'The classic reverse summoning method of teleportation? That’s such a crude way of traveling. Try actually learning a proper teleportation spell. Reverse summoning is foul and disgusting. How do you not vomit every time you use it?'

  She shrugs. 'It’s even worse than the Harry Potter method of teleportation, which is honestly terrifying. I have no idea how nobody dies from that.'

  'Oh, you had Harry Potter?' she ask.

  'Most media was destroyed during World War III. The internet became unusable. But some people managed to download and preserve shows, movies, and other content on hard drives. Mostly anime and modern stuff—though, let’s be honest, modern media is just blatant advertising.' 'That’s a bootleg Chinese knockoff version of teleportation! Are you insane? Summoning is highly unreliable. Anyone who’s watched anime should know this. Plus, everyone interferes with them. It’s basically asking to get killed!'

  She rolls her eyes. 'Fine, fine. So, what now?'

  'We need to find physical beings who either want to become our race or can be convinced to join us. They need to be able to see spiritual life forms. Increasing our numbers will be difficult and tedious, but it’s necessary.'

  'We could do it the old-fashioned way.'

  'Our fertility sucks,' I remind her. 'Even if we weren’t using protection, the chances of conceiving are ridiculously low. It could take hundreds of years to have a child.'

  'Hundreds of years?!'

  'Yeah. That’s why progenitors exist—to counterbalance the low birth rate and rapidly increase our population.

  'True.' She pauses, then smirks. 'Well, I do intend to increase our numbers. Can I become a progenitor to help with that?'

  'Yes. diamonds have a "Shatter," which is our version of a Bankai. Unlocking that is the first step to becoming a progenitor. As for the other steps… I have no idea.'

  'You’re not afraid I’ll surpass you and take over your race?'

  'There isn’t much of a race to rule right now. Besides, wouldn’t I already be the ruler since I’m marrying you? I did make that deal to make you my wife.'

  She blinks. 'Wait, you did?'

  'Yeah. You’re highly compatible with me—99.9%, to be exact. With a number that high, even I’d struggle to screw up our relationship.'

  She bursts out laughing. 'That’s hilarious.'

  'Right now, there’s no real threat to worry about.'

  She nods, deep in thought. 'I see. Our race has high potential for growth. We get stronger over time, and there’s no upper limit.'

  'Exactly. But we need money. I should probably keep my job. The government might try to assassinate me, but…' hope smirk. 'Let’s just say they wouldn’t stand a chance.'

  'The government only has a few powerful people, right? So, no one’s overthrown them yet?'

  'Right. They’re the weakest faction of the four.'

  'Well, before we get into any world domination plans, let’s focus on recruitment. I’ll secure funds while you find more of our kind.'

  She nods. 'Got it.'

  'And don’t even think about trying convince me to crossdress in women’s clothes to attract recruits. I am a man'

  She smirks. 'Oh, but it would totally work. Even on the women.'

  she sighs. 'You’re six feet tall—that would create a very… interesting contrast.

  Besides you don't even have a dick I do have a dick it just retracts wait seriously yes, holy shit that's huge '

  'Okay, what do you think of my outfit?'

  'You need to work on your voice.'

  'Oh, you mean like this?' I suddenly speaks in a perfectly feminine tone.

  'How are you doing that?!'

  I grin. 'My cute gothic look is missing something… Oh, I know!'

  Something just happens. She looks at me, deadpan.

  'There. Complete look.'

  She stares. 'You might want to hide that bulge, or it’ll be obvious you’re a trap.'

  'Oh yeah, I forgot. I’ll just retract it.'

  'Wait, you can do that?!'

  She kisses me passionately, her tongue intertwining with mine. Suddenly, she grips my ass aggressively.

  I break away. 'Are you sure you’re not into girls?'

  'No, it’s only hot because I know you’re a dude.'

  I shake my head. 'You like traps and super muscular macho men? Those seem like opposite extremes.'

  She shrugs. 'Can’t really talk. I’m about to bait a whole bunch of people into joining our race. And trust me, this’ll work on men and women.'

  'Oh, it definitely will.'"

  I guess having an androgynous appearance can be helpful sometimes.