Oep at a time.

  Just oep at a time.

  I could not just run headfirst into things without a proper pn. Or suffit firepower. Both actually, just in case. You could never have enough firepower or enough backup pns.

  Be crazy prepared! Especially when you have the power to travel the multiverse. Or part of it.

  Ahem. Alright, first thing first, I o fully uand my godly ability. The ability that was given to me due to me having an equally godly css: Editor.

  Having csses made this sounded a lot like a video game to me, and I really dislike stories with gaming power. That was to say, stories with one or more characters with some sort of gaming meic.

  All the csses, attributes, skills, abilities and more in those kinds of stories are basically noises in all of my hoy. System notifications were word fillers at best in my opinion. They bring absolutely nothing to the story, and sometimes, they kind of disrupt the natural flow of the story.

  The author could have just stated that the main character was a God to begin with instead of starting with a gaming meic. That would cut down the amount of garbage per chapter that I would o read through.

  Good thing that I read fast. And I teo skip passed all of the fillers just to get to the fun and juicy bits.

  Ah. The fun and juicy bits!

  It was also the reason to why I did not bother listing out all of the notifications that were appearing in my head at the moment. These notifications were basically irrelevant to me and to you at the moment.

  Just trust me on that.

  Ahem. I was rambling again. I should stop that a a move on.

  The information that was downloaded into my mind was basic at best. It only detailed about my ability along with how to use or activate it. It did not describe i detail the extent of the ability as well as its existiris.

  There were probably existiris. Probably.

  Therefore, to uand more, I would o experiment, so cue the training montage.

  …

  …

  …

  I had a look at the ongoing story before my eyes. Pay more close attention to it, really. It was somewhat hard to ighe massive wall of automatic scrolli before me.

  The story or plotline was, for a ck of a better word, writing itself iime. The events of this very universe were unfolding before my eyes. Sounded kind of cool there for a sed.

  Ahem.

  The Skyrim guy was testing out his godly abilities on the poli. Abilities that were ied from the Elder Scroll game itself. Like how he could have made absolutely no noise when he moved about and rolled about.

  Simir, how he could have stolehing on the poli's person without the tter realizing it.

  Kind of impossible acc to real world logic. Yup. Skyrim abilities were a bit of bullshit for this kind of setting. Scratch that.

  Dragonborn is bullshit in any kind of setting, holy. I recalled a fanfi with su… never mind, I was going off ta again.

  trate. trate.

  While the guy was figuring out that he retty much a god-to-be ihis variation of Highschool DxD universe, I pyed around with the text s, iing new sentences aing old ones.

  Just simple ones for observation.

  Apparently, it was within my ability to do so. Iing.

  "There were two birds flew overhead."

  There were exactly two birds flew overhead. Not sure what kind of birds they were, but I believed that I could be a bit more descriptive.

  "Two grey pigeons flew overhead, oer another like a couple dang in the sky."

  And there were exactly two grey pigeons flew overhead, oer another like a couple of lovebirds.

  Yup. It seemed that my ability could reality.

  Bullshit power, alright, but then again, the authors are practically God of their stories, and the editors were above that. A submitted story must be edited before publishing. Maybe that expined why I did not get pulled into one of the inal stories prior to this.

  Fanfi were generally ued mess, hehe need for beta readers.

  Meh.

  "I have the power to see through all female clothing."

  I added the lio the wall of text and then have a look about. Nothing really ged. After a couple of minutes, I was sure that did not work. Of course, I tried various variations of the text, but the results were the same.

  That was the restri. Not the inability to strip chiaked with my eyes, but absurd things would be iive. In other word, I could not make myself invincible. odlike.

  [You currently ck suffit power. Please expand your Domination Domain: Harem Pace.]

  Bummer. Here, I was hoping that I would just make myself a god and then fuck around with everyohat I could remember. Oh well.

  The Harem Pace was the third gift of the initiation package. It e of domain, where one could drawl divine energies as well as utilized abilities off-verse. Not really sure what it all meant, but I would likely find out.

  And with a dozen more test, training time was over. It was b standing about aing what my actual limits were. Practical was better.

  Applied practical for the win!

  Now, no one could say I had never spent any time training my godly abilities. I evil ugh here.

  "A mug of chocote appears in my hand."

  A ug appeared instead. Maybe I should be more specific. I ate the ug and then summoned a mug with actual steaming liquid chocote inside for me to e.

  This was much better. I took a sip afterwards and decided to ge my clothes. Into something o wear. Yup, it was within my capacity to create inanimate object from nothing.

  I wondered whether I could use this to get rich quick. Going to put that on my list of things to do.

  Now, who should I go and troll first? Rias popped into my mind. She was sidered as the heroine of the story. Well, the main heroine anyway. There were plenty of heroines.

  This was a harem story after all.

  Wait. If I did that, I would derail the story, and I had no idea what would happen if I were to derail the story. Well, I would o derail the story eventually.

  I was not here as an observer, obviously. I was here to screw thing up. Different sort of screwing than the Skyrim guy pnning to do.

  Why did I keep referring to him as the Skyrim guy? I had never pay attention to his name.

  Scrolling up the wall of text to the first chapter revealed his o me. I rolled my eyes at that, and then, I decided to search for some partiames in the list.

  Names of those that would not appear iory any time soon. I could troll them for fun, with spare time for more fun. Ah. I was getting ahead of myself.

  The search option was helpful. Very helpful.

  What was the main character doing now? Nothing much from the look of it. He would not be doing a lot of impatil ter, at least not until he decided to kill Issei. Woops, spoiler, but that was kind of a given, sidering this was an alternate universe to the inal Highschool DxD.

  Besides, there must never be more than one main character in a story like this.

  To that effect, I tried to have the Skyrim guy killed or met an unfortunate act. Tried. Did not work, as I did not have suffit power.

  My Domain, to which I drawled my power from was empty of anything. I o add some poor souls there. Not poor souls, quality souls. Quality over quantity. They would in turn power my ability.

  [Your Harem Pace requires inhabitants. Acquiring inhabitants will empower your skills and abilities, allowing you to do thing that you would not be able to do otherwise.]

  There were a lot more bes of having people ed up in my Harem Pace. Did I say ed up? I meant to say coerced into signing over their soul and will. I more evil ughs.

  Ahem.

  That said, I believed there were a few people I could coerced into make deal with the devil. The devil being me.