Reincarnated into the Multiverse, but High School DxD

Most of the man's gaze lingered on that pair of silicone breasts, while the woman's eyes deliberately or casually drifted toward the man's neck.

Rome truly was a place teeming with exceptional people.

Besides demons, even vampires had dared to come here and join the fun.

Not long after.

The busty woman intimately hooked her arm through the middle-aged man's, tugged him out of the restaurant, and Ren followed. In the end, he watched as the woman skillfully led the man through alley after alley before entering a bar hidden away in some remote corner.

Ren followed them inside. Two burly men stood guard behind the iron door, and according to the system prompt, they were vampires as well.

So this place had a vampire den too?

Was this supposed to be a case of hiding in plain sight, where the most dangerous place was the safest?

Still, he had dealt with plenty of vampires before, so he was not worried in the slightest.

The two vampires sized Ren up.

Since he was not on a mission, Ren was not wearing the church's specialized exorcist protective gear. He was simply dressed casually, and with his Eastern face, he could easily be mistaken for a tourist.

"Don't cause trouble here."

Like the underlings in a movie warning the protagonist, the two burly men gave Ren a warning before letting him in.

As he pushed open the soundproof door.

A blast of rough, violent death metal hit him head-on, while the air was thick with the smell of all kinds of alcohol.

Ren dug at his ears. This kind of bar atmosphere was truly hard to praise.

And the fact that the bar could operate here showed that this place was not clean.

Beneath the piercing music and dim neon lights, figures smoking away filled every corner. There were even drugged-up men and women embracing each other and doing something indescribable.

But none of that bothered Ren.

However, when he saw someone actually taking a dump in the corner, he completely lost it.

He had been through plenty, killed many stray demons and other monsters, but after crossing over for so long, this was the first time he had seen someone play like that.

Fortunately, he was not the only one disgusted by it.

Very soon, two large Black vampire men walked over and dragged away the person who had been defecating with complete abandon. It was easy to imagine what fate awaited him.

[Griselda has issued you a new mission.]

[Mission: Night Visit to Vampires]

[Mission Objective: Eliminate the stray vampires in the bar. Receive a random reward upon completion.]

Ren had originally planned to try his luck and pick up a hidden mission. Since one had triggered on its own, that made things even easier.

He raised his head and swept his gaze around. Ren noticed that vampires outnumbered humans here by roughly three to one.

The men and women lured here were dancing wildly on the floor, clearly unaware that they had already entered the most dangerous situation imaginable.

Just as Ren was about to make his move, he suddenly noticed a special presence among the system-marked targets.

"Jeanne?"

Finding it a little strange, he looked again.

Ren pulled up the system map and found that the character marker representing Jeanne was a different color.

Considering that this was primarily a High School DxD world, that girl was indeed likely a member of the Hero Faction within the Khaos Brigade.

He just did not know why she was here.

Since Ren was standing alone near the entrance and was rather conspicuous, not to mention exceptionally handsome, he was highly attractive to vampires.

Before long, a busty brunette with wavy hair swayed her waist as she approached him.

"Hey, handsome, are you alone?"

The woman, her voice seductive, blew a breath mixed with alcohol and perfume toward Ren.

"Want big sis to show you a new world?"

Just as Ren was about to agree, a blonde figure somehow squeezed in beside him.

"Cousin, why are you here?"

It was Jeanne.

Chapter 8: There Are Accomplices

Chapter 8

"Why did you take so long? You made me wait forever."

Jeanne walked over and linked her arm through Ren's, her tone carrying the authority of an elder.

The blonde bombshell who had arrived first darkened, her gaze repeatedly sweeping over the two of them.

She truly could not imagine how one black-haired, yellow-skinned person and one blonde, white-skinned person could be cousins.

"Are you really cousins?"

She clearly did not believe them.

"Of course. He's a distant relative. If you don't believe me, ask him."

Jeanne pushed Ren forward.

"...Yes."

Although Ren had no idea what this woman was up to, judging from the faction divide, Jeanne was clearly not on the vampires' side.

"..."

The blonde bombshell snorted coldly. When she turned away, a barely noticeable flash of crimson flickered in her eyes.

Forget it.

Before long, both of them would be dead anyway.

Afterward.

Jeanne pulled Ren into an inconspicuous corner of the bar.

"I really didn't expect to run into you here."

"Are we that familiar?"

Ren glanced at Jeanne without showing it.

She was somewhat different from the vague impression in his memories. At the moment, Jeanne was dressed like a delinquent girl, in black clothes and leather pants, with all sorts of jangling accessories hanging from her outfit. Her face was covered in heavy makeup, and around her neck hung a thick gold chain wider than her pinky finger.

However, based on Ren's experience, that thick gold chain was most likely stainless steel.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am... Jeanne."

As she said this, the girl dressed like a delinquent leaned close and whispered into Ren's ear.

After saying that, she sat back with satisfaction, intending to see a surprised expression on his face. Yet Ren remained completely calm.

"So?"

"What do you mean, so? Aren't you... surprised? I'm Jeanne!"

"There are probably not ten thousand, but at least eight thousand people in the world named Jeanne. Why should I be surprised just because you're called Jeanne?"

Ren quietly watched the girl perform.

"Those people all stole my name! I'm the real Jeanne, the saint who led France against England in history!"

Seeing that Ren still looked unconvinced, Jeanne began to panic.

"I think the real Jeanne wouldn't call herself a saint."

"I can prove it to you!"

As she spoke, Jeanne grabbed Ren's hand and released a trace of her power.

"Do you believe me now?"

"So you really are."

Ren nodded.

Seeing that Ren finally believed her, Jeanne nodded in satisfaction. Just as she was about to explain why she had sought him out, she saw Ren reveal a mysterious expression.

"I have a secret to tell you too."

Jeanne paused and instinctively asked, "What secret?"

"Actually, I'm Arthur Pendragon. I never died, but my power was sealed. If you transfer one million to me, I can break the seal and lead an army to rebuild my dynasty and rule the world. When that happens, I'll make you the founding general, second only to me and above everyone else!"

Ren's tone and expression were utterly serious. For a moment, Jeanne almost believed his nonsense.

But she quickly came to her senses.

Leaving aside why King Arthur would be Asian, the Hero Faction had already found King Arthur's descendant and was even planning to send someone to persuade that descendant to join the Hero Faction!

So Ren was definitely lying to mess with her!

"Are you making fun of me?"

Jeanne was a little angry.

She had come sincerely.

"Forget it. The reason I came to find you was to..."

Before she could finish, a shrill scream suddenly erupted from the bar's dance floor.

"Ahhh—!"

"Help!!!"

Ren and Jeanne instinctively looked up. In the middle of the dance floor, a scantily dressed woman with wavy hair was sprawled atop a middle-aged man, viciously biting into him.

Her sharp teeth tore open the man's neck, and scalding blood continuously spurted from his veins.

The man's body convulsed without end, but he was clearly beyond saving.

When the other humans on the dance floor saw this scene, screams immediately rang out one after another.

That pounce was like a horn signaling the start of battle. The vampires who had endured for so long surged toward the humans around them, a sight remarkably similar to students charging toward the cafeteria after school.

For a moment, countless miserable screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart filled the bar, even drowning out the explosive music blasting from the speakers.

Ordinary people could not withstand a vampire's power. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen people had their throats bitten open.

"This is bad!"

Jeanne's heart jolted at the sight. She had not expected these vampires to lose patience so quickly.

But she did not think much further about it. Her figure instantly became an afterimage as she rushed out.

The vampires, already blinded by the scent of blood, had long since lost their reason.

Seeing Jeanne come to them of her own accord, the nearest vampire eagerly bared his fangs, wanting to tear open the girl's throat and taste her blood.

But the next second.

A flash of cold light bloomed. The vampire's head separated from its body, and before the fallen corpse could even spray blood, it turned into ashes and vanished.

It had to be said, that vampire's death was... quite environmentally friendly.

The other vampires abruptly stopped moving.

Their companion's death was still vivid before their eyes, and the scorching ashes splashing onto their faces cleared their minds a little.

However, one genius among the vampires soon shouted, "She's alone! There are so many of us, there's nothing to fear!"

As the saying went, alcohol emboldened cowards. With quite a few vampires in the bar, the frightened vampires felt their blood surge again upon hearing those words. They bared their fangs and charged at Jeanne.

Jeanne was soon surrounded and besieged by a group of vampires.

Moreover, because of her intervention, the other surviving humans in the bar ran over and stood beside her, making it impossible for Jeanne to act freely.

Although she had left the church and joined the Hero Faction, she still could not simply disregard ordinary people's lives.

What was more, several of these vampires were not weak. They used lesser vampires as meat shields, hiding in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity to launch sneak attacks with special abilities.