My Self Insert Stash - Volume 2: The Enlightenment Arc Chapter 128 My Si Stash 28 Dxd: Volsunga By Nerva Claudius Dxd
-Another SI DxD fic, this time SI as Siegfried~ Man, I think the authors are planning on doing a SI of every character, LMK if you find a SI as Issei’s dad!
*I coulnd’t post as much today, I was fully focused on my exams but it was all worth it though as I just aced most of them!! EPIC WIN
Sypnosis: When I was murdered by Truck-kun, I never expected to find myself in a world where might makes right and b.o.o.b.s defy the laws of gravity. Watch as I aim to live a quiet life where I can ignore the plot and-wait, I was reincarnated as who? SI reincarnated as Siegfried. Rated M because it’s Highschool DxD.
Rated: M
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Chapter 1
There are a lot of things that I hate with a passion.
I hate having to watch two advertis.e.m.e.nts in a row on YouTube.
I hate being interrupted by my friend whenever i’m telling a story, only for him to try and guess what happens next.
I hate any television show where I have to “just make it through the first two seasons before it gets better”.
I hate names that are spelt without any regards of phonics.
I hate Restaurants that don’t title their restrooms Ladies and Gentlemen, but instead use some sort of ambiguous, clever name that takes you way too long to figure out which one is for you.
Basically, I hate a lot of things.
But now?
I have never felt this much raw hatred in my entire life.
I can’t move my body no matter how much I try. I can’t open my eyes without being subjected to the fury of a thousand suns worth of light, not even long enough for me to see where I am. I keep hearing voices around me, constantly cooing at me as if I were a baby.
Sometimes I would feel a large hand touch my tiny little hand or stroke my head, and the only thing I can do is cry in retaliation. It doesn’t help that my mind and body feel so fragile that I would probably cry if the air so much as vibrated in my direction.
And let’s not forget the constant feeling of irritation I feel originating from my crotch and ass, begging to be released from its confines.
With all the evidence having been thrown in my face, it didn’t take long for me to arrive at the conclusion that I have been reincarnated as a baby.
Since we’re on the topic, do any of you believe in the idea of reincarnation?
Supposedly, the physical container that is the body will perish while the soul moves on and inhabits a new body. When you first hear about it, you’re going to have some doubts about it. After all, if one was to have a soul then does that mean the afterlife exists? It just leads to more even unanswered questions.
I didn’t believe any of it. Hell, how do we know that we even have a soul? It was too much trouble to start proving people wrong so I just kept my thoughts to myself.
At least, that was what I used to believe.
Before I was reincarnated that is.
It’s not very comfortable being able to remember your own death.
I didn’t die a grand death or anything, not at all. It was a simple road accident and I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Really now, my bad luck just had to come through for me at the worst possible moment.
At least it was an instant death; Truck-kun slammed into my body at full force and I didn’t even get to blink before I died.
I remember floating in a black void, succ.u.mbing to the sweet whispers of death when I realised that I had still retained my awareness, and as soon as I opened my eyes I found myself unable to have any basic control over my own body.
That and the strangers that keep showing up and playing with me.
It’s been a week since I was reincarnated all over again as a baby. It wasn’t hard to figure out my new name when everyone keeps repeating it; Number 3. What the hell is up with that kind of name? I want to have a talk with whoever named me! Let me see your manager!
There isn’t much I know about where I was reincarnated-spending every day being unable to move tends to do that-though everyone has been speaking Italian so far, something i’m not very much grateful for.
I would get lots of strangers coming to watch over me with most of them being children, meaning that I might currently be in an orphanage. Of course, I could also have been reincarnated into a really large family, I don’t really know much about where I am.
“Why does Number 3 always look so angry?” a female voice asked right next to me, watching as I continued to wave my limbs around like a madman. Of course, I have no idea what they’re saying so I just continue to struggle and make ugly faces, “There’s always a frown on his face.”
“That’s true, but it doesn’t really matter. Don’t you think that it just makes him look even more cuter?” another voice, another female one, answered with a sigh before cooing once again, much to my annoyance. I felt the air in front of me shift, no doubt she was about to place her hands all over my body again. Not if I have anything to say about it.
I call upon all the stamina and energy inside me! Aid me in vanquishing my foe! With that said, I raised my arm and swatted her hand away. I heard a gasp from her and basked in my small victory, only to scrunch up my face in annoyance when I heard her squeals of happiness.
“That was so adorable! Look at how he tried reaching out to me! Oh my god!”
Argh! And I have to put up with this kind of stuff for the next couple of years!? I would have screamed at my misfortune but I was feeling too tired at the moment, I must have used up all my energy during my awe-inspiring counterattack. I guess i’ll just sleep for a couple of seconds…
[Four Months Later]
My god, this has been the worst four months of my life.
Over the last four months, I was forced to watch as I had no control over my basic bodily functions. Every day. Do you know how it feels? Having to piss yourself knowing that there’s nothing you can do about it? Within that period of wetting myself, crying over the slightest vibration in the air directed towards me and just having no basic control over my body emotions, I felt that I had truly become a baby.
And don’t even get me started on the other babies. They’re cute, they really are, but they are just so exhausting. It would obviously be weird if a baby wasn’t being a baby so I was forced to act the part. My mask is perfect, the a.d.u.l.ts don’t suspect a thing, but the babies-oh the babies-can somehow tell that i’m different, unique.
And babies sure do love unique things.
I don’t get to do anything anymore without being followed by my entourage of diaper-wearing babies. It makes for an adorable sight to the a.d.u.l.ts, and even for me, but at some point, it just got annoying. There are moments where I just want to be alone, you know? They’re not making that easy for me.
But every time I see the look in their eyes, I can’t find it in myself to get rid of them! Dammit, why do they have to be so cute!
Argh! Forget it! I’m keeping them!
[Two months Later]
Six months in and teething has been a shit show.
Actually, scratch that. Teething has been, and pardon my french, an absolute bitch.
There’s a constant itch in my mouth that’s dying to hurt something-someone. I felt the need to just bite the first thing that moved in my line of vision. Snacks, toys, clothes, a.d.u.l.ts. Nothing was-nothing is-safe from my slobbering assault.
At this point, i’ve come to respect babies for being able to put up with all of this bullshit, and i’ve come to respect a.d.u.l.ts for being able to put up with our bullshit. Seriously, it takes a lot of restraint and patience to not strangle me when i’ve vomited all over your shirt like what, four times?
Anyways, from what i’ve seen so far I can easily tell that this place isn’t an orphanage; it’s more of a facility, what with all the scientists walking around and every single child here wearing the same outfit. If that isn’t enough, then maybe the fact that the younger children are given numbers will help attest to that fact.
Some of them even have the same features; red eyes and white hair. Every single child share the same red eyes but different hair colours, though most of them are black. Of course, I also have red eyes, reminiscent to that of a ruby in my own opinion, coupled with black hair.
Kind of edgy, like anime characters.
Anyways, forget about that for a moment. Today is going to be a very important day for me. Why you ask? Because it’s time for me to speak my first words! I’ve been practicing my Italian for ages now and already learnt the basic vocabulary. I can also understand simple sentences at this point, though it’s not perfect. All that’s left now is to wait for an opportunity-
Well speak of the Devil and he shall arrive! A nun just walked into the playroom to switch with our caretaker. The caretaker’s are always switching so there isn’t much lost love with this development. They don’t interact with us that much either, they usually just watch over us to make sure we don’t do anything stupid because we babies are pretty stupid.
Hmm? She’s looking at me. Was I staring at her for too long? Oh well, it’s not like they’ll do anything about it-WOAH!
Hey lady! Put me down right now!
“You should be asleep right now, young man.” she whispered, not wanting to disturb the other children, though there wasn’t much heat in her voice and she had a playful smile. I didn’t get enough time to reply as she pressed me against her chest and began to rock me back and forth-oh boy this is working far too well for my liking.
“That’s it, go back to sleep now.” she spoke softly. Damn lady, you are really good at this. Why can’t she be our caretaker? “Honestly, why can’t Xenovia be as calm as you…Siegfried, is it?”
Wait a minute. Wait a goddamn minute. Hold the f.u.c.k.i.n.g phone. Apetta un minuto. Chottomatte.
Xenovia? I know that goddamn name from anywhere…
No, that just had to be a coincidence. There’s no way that I was reincarnated into THAT world, right? I mean, it’s an anime world. There’s no way that I could have been reborn in it, right?
“Sister Quarta, you can’t come in here without clearance.” a male voice interrupted my thoughts. Sister Quarta? Oh my-“What would the others think if one of our high-ranking members of the Church was to just do whatever they pleased? You need to set an example to the lower-ranking members…”
I tuned out whatever he happened to say next, my mind was still reeling back. I was reincarnated into the DxDverse. The universe where might is right and b.o.o.b.s are the ticket to winning every single fight. The world where nowhere was safe for humans from the various races and mythologies that existed here. The world where you had a higher chance of bumping into a God than winning the lottery.
And if I was reincarnated into the DxDverse, then that also answers the question of what exactly this place is. White hair, red eyes. Church members. Griselda Quarta. I’m in the goddamn Sigurd Institute, the same place that created that sick f.u.c.k Freed Sellzen and “I have a boner for swordsmen” Siegfried.
Hold up.
She called me Siegfried.
Why would she call me Siegfried-oh my sweet merciful lord in Heaven.
I’m the “I have a boner for swordsmen” Siegfried!
I was confused, I was tired as hell and I was downright terrified. I was planning on using my first words on her but as soon as I looked further down, all I could see were her bountiful b.r.e.a.s.ts hiding behind her nun outfit and-
“Anime titties.” wait, what the f.u.c.k. That wasn’t what I was going to-and now she’s looking at me.
Luckily, it seemed that the situation was too much for me to handle right before I blacked out. Was it exhaustion? Was it fear? I don’t know, I don’t think i’ll ever know, but i’m glad I wasn’t awake otherwise I would have seen the way Griselda Quarta’s face darkened.
[Six Months Later]
It’s been a year since I was reincarnated into the world of DxD. I’ve had some time to come to terms with it and, in my opinion, i’m doing a lot better right now. Being surrounded by all this fluff (read little kids) tends to do that to you.
But still, Highschool DxD. Of all the worlds to reincarnate into, it just had to be this one.
Well at least it wasn’t the Narutoverse, but this world still has its own problems.
This world is filled with beings that can destroy me with nothing but a thought. Just look at the Four Satans; hell, two of them are one of the ten strongest beings in the world. Then there’s Indra, Crom Cruach, Rizevim and the other members of the Pantheons. And don’t even get me started on Ophis, Great Red and Trihexa.
And i’ve been reincarnated as a character that ends up dying later in the plot. Well, he would have died regardless due to the overuse of all his Demon swords-wait a minute, doesn’t that mean that i’m going to have my lifespan sapped away? Ah, i’ll just stick to light swords and guns or something.
Damn it Ishibumi, do you even know what kind of world you’ve created? It may seem all nice at first but that’s only because it focused on Issei’s point of view. Every day, there are humans who are attacked without being able to defend themselves. Anyone who’s born with a Sacred Gear will have their normal lives thrown out the window and forcefully shoved into the Supernatural world. It’s a strong eat weak world and without power, you can’t do anything.
Basically, i’m going to have to work pretty damn hard if I want to survive in the future. And what place better than the Sigurd Institute? I mean, sure, i’m not too happy to find out that I was reincarnated as an experiment in the Sigurd Institute. I’m even less happy knowing that I’m nothing more than an over glorified lap dog for the Church. They can always just make more loyal soldiers; in the end, we’re just expandable.
But at the same time, I have all the resources I need to make sure I become strong enough so that I at least have a fighting chance. I also have knowledge of future events and characters so that should be able to help somewhat as well. Couple them together and I should do fine so long as I don’t stop training myself.
That’s why i’ve decided to start training my body early. I started crawling recently and to build up my stamina, I would just crawl everywhere I could. It may seem small now but it’ll give me a head start compared to the rest of my siblings here. That and you can just crawl away from your problems.
You want to b.r.e.a.s.tfeed me again? Hmm, I don’t think you will. What’s that you say? I’m going to the timeout corner? I think the f.u.c.k not! It’s time for more experiments? No it f.u.c.k.i.n.g isn’t!
You’d be amazed at how easy it is to crawl away from all sorts of bullshit.
And the best part is that it’s working! I can crawl faster than all the other kids and have far more stamina. If I keep this up, I might even become a stamina monster.
Ever since I recently learnt how to walk, I began to run around everywhere as well. It was bad enough the caretakers couldn’t catch me when I crawled, now I can walk? You should have seen the look on my caretakers face when I stood up for the first time, it was priceless.
For some reason, the rest of my fellow children decided to follow my example and, oh boy, did we ruin our caretakers day.
I’m proud of those kids, you know? I really am. With the amount of time i’ve spent with them, they’ve all but grown on me. I mean sure, most of the unfaithful ones have already left me for the next shiny thing but the kids that stayed made me feel something.
You hear that my siblings? You’ll always have a special place in my heart, especially you number 24, you little rascal you.
…
And then there’s Griselda.
Oh boy, Griselda.
I just want to start by expressing how grateful I am towards my caretakers for taking the blame. Apparently, Griselda blames the caretakers for my use of “foul language” and proceeded to complain to the staff about taking a more active role in raising the next generation.
Which means that she’ll be teaching us from here on out. While the Sigurd Institute is a place where Homunculi are created, it also acts as a training facility for the Exorcists in training. There are multiple facilities that branch out depending on where your talents lie; the current facility is used to train Exorcists while mainly focusing on those who are talented with a sword.
I’m not complaining, this just means we have a better curriculum now. Hence my rate of surviving goes up. Of course, my siblings will also be involved; I don’t really want them to die in the future.
But.
Judging from Xenovia and Irina’s fear towards the nun in question, I can’t help but be afraid for my future. This world is based on an anime so I should be expecting some hellish training.
…
Welp, at least I can take solace in the fact that my life will be easier considering I have the knowledge of an a.d.u.l.t within me; studies are going to be a cinch.
Nevertheless, I have nothing else to do right now except for play the part of a child. I don’t know about any of you but I quite like the idea of being able to take naps wherever I want.
[Four Years Later]
Finally five years old, meaning that the Institute has finally decided to begin teaching us.
It’s nothing too serious, just some simple training and basic studies like maths and English that everyone is required to take. They’re also teaching us about the history of the world as well as the various factions.
While I have no problems with the curriculum, what I don’t like is their attempts at practically brainwashing us to remain faithful to the Church. It’s clearly not working on me but I can’t say the same about the rest of my siblings.
Summed up, It sounds something like this: everyone that isn’t human is the enemy, we need to follow God’s words, the Church is number 1, go away heretics, etc.
And then there are the Devils. We’re taught that they only want to take your soul from you and will do anything to get it. They are the enemy and must be killed on sight to protect humanity.
Of course, on sight directly translates to inside our territory. If there are any humans living in another faction’s territory, the Church won’t lift a finger.
How noble.
Anyways, their brainwashing clearly isn’t working on me but I can’t say the same for my siblings. I don’t take kindly to my family being brainwashed like that; nothing a little bit of therapy from this amazing Number 3 can’t fix.
In my spare time, I decide to tell them about everything else regarding Devils that they leave out in our education; how they aren’t always after your soul is the main one. I don’t want my entourage to poke whatever reeks of Devils with their swords in the future, that’s like the quickest way to die.
Well, at this point they’re more my minions than entourage. Seriously, they listen to my every one of my words with the kind of loyalty you would only find in zealots, always looking to be praised.
Hmm, I don’t know if I should be worried about their devotion-nah. They’re kids and they’re cute, so it’s fine. Cute is justice after all.
Besides, it’s always nice to have someone close to you.
Anyways, as for training i’m clearly at the top of my class. All those small exercises, as well as the a.d.u.l.t mind i’m packing in spades, have clearly given me an unfair advantage.
Every exercise I participate in with my siblings results in my win, though Number 15 has been getting better. Scratch that, he’s been getting really good lately. The last time we had a race, he almost managed to keep up with me.
Another thing is that i’ve tried summoning my Sacred Gear but nothings come up. Canon!Siegfried had a Twice Critical whose Balance Breaker gave him four extra arms, as well as doubling his power for each arm. After a couple of tries, I came to the conclusion that I don’t have a Sacred Gear anymore.
We went over Sacred Gears during our studies and, from what I remember, Sacred Gears are bestowed to humans by God placing it directly into their souls. Since I have a different soul from canon!Siegfried, I guess that means I don’t have it anymore. It’s a shame really, but i’ll manage without it.
Anyways, I would be lying if I said I hate it here right now. Life’s been pretty slow-studying and exercise is pretty much all we do-but it’s also peaceful. No having to fight the other races, no politics, no bullshit. Just me and my small family of sorts.
Life is good.
