A soft breeze brushed against Ryuji's face, carrying the faint scent of lavender and something undeniably expensive. He stirred, feeling a plush surface beneath him, far softer than anything he had ever slept on before.
His eyes fluttered open, greeted by an unfamiliar yet breathtaking sight.
He was lying on a massive bed draped in silk sheets, the kind that screamed luxury. The ceiling above was adorned with intricate golden carvings, and a crystal chandelier hung elegantly in the center, refracting sunlight into dazzling patterns across the room. Tall, ornate windows lined the walls, letting in the warm glow of the morning sun.
"What the... where am I?" he muttered, sitting up.
His body felt different. Lighter, stronger—almost unnatural. A quick glance in a large mirror across the room confirmed his suspicions. He looked younger, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, with sharp features, dark hair, and piercing eyes that practically radiated intelligence.
And then it hit him.
A rush of memories flooded his mind, like a dam breaking apart. Images of his new life, his past—or rather, the life this body had lived before his arrival. His name remained same Ryuji , but this Ryuji was a noble-born son of a high-ranking devil family(Albion). Though not a direct heir to any major clan, his family possessed considerable wealth and influence within the Underworld.
"A noble in the world of DxD? Well, that's... convenient."
Unlike many devils, his new self had remained largely uninvolved in the political struggles between the factions. His family had wealth, and that was enough to keep them safe. But now? Now he had something far greater—potential.
Pushing the thoughts aside, Ryuji climbed out of bed, his bare feet sinking into a soft carpet. He needed to explore.
Walking to the window, he pulled back the heavy curtains and gasped. Beyond the luxurious estate stretched vast, beautifully maintained gardens, complete with fountains, statues, and pathways winding through an expanse of greenery. In the distance, gothic-style towers stood tall against the horizon—likely part of the greater Underworld landscape.
"Damn, this place is like a royal palace."
Curiosity pushed him forward. He walked to a wardrobe, opening it to find an array of tailored suits, high-end casual wear, and even a few battle-ready outfits. Choosing a simple yet elegant outfit, he quickly dressed and stepped out of his room.
The hallway was just as extravagant as his room—polished marble floors, intricate tapestries, and walls lined with bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and magical artifacts. He passed by massive doors leading to other rooms, some likely belonging to his parents or servants.
"So... I'm rich, have a noble background, and I'm in DxD. Not a bad start."
A faint knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. A moment later, it creaked open, revealing a woman in a traditional maid outfit. She had silver hair, sharp red eyes, and a composed expression that barely concealed her surprise at seeing him awake.
"Good morning, young master. You're awake earlier than usual. Shall I prepare your breakfast?"
Ryuji nodded, quickly adapting to his new role. "Yes, that would be great. Also... I'd like to take a walk around the estate. It's been a while since I explored."
The maid bowed. "As you wish, young master. Breakfast will be ready shortly."
As she disappeared down the hall, Ryuji let out a deep breath. This was it. His new life had officially begun.
And he was going to make the most of it.