The late-morning sun poured through the half-open blinds of Akari Hayashi's bedroom, striping the plain white sheets in lazy gold bars.
She lay on her back in the middle of the mattress, still wearing the same oversized t-shirt from the night before—loose cotton that rode up just enough to expose the soft, flat plane of her midriff.
One arm was flung over her eyes, blocking the light; the other rested palm-down on her stomach, fingers splayed wide.
She could feel it.
Not pain. Not movement. Just… presence.
Two quiet, eternal little knots of life locked inside her Infinite Womb.
One belonged to Issei Hyoudou—the dragon's heir she had claimed on her own terms, the one she had chosen, the one that still made her lips curve whenever she remembered those two hours of eager, clumsy passion in his bedroom.
That child felt like a trophy, a secret piece of the protagonist she had quietly stolen and kept for herself.
The other belonged to Freed Sellzen.
The rogue exorcist's child.
The memory of yesterday afternoon slithered back unbidden: the abandoned church, the ripped habit, the manic grin as he tore Asia's borrowed form apart, the two hours of violation she had endured while pretending to be terrified and broken.
She had let him finish—let him think he'd won—because she needed the absorption window. And she had gotten what she wanted: the Light Sword and the Exorcist Gun, now permanently bound to her soul, summonable at a thought. Useful tools against devils. Anti-holy countermeasures in a world crawling with them.
But the child itself?
She didn't want it.
Akari exhaled slowly through her nose, fingers pressing a little harder against her skin.
Freed had been a sick bastard. A murderer of innocents, a pervert who got off on power and pain. Keeping any part of him inside her—even in perfect stasis—felt like carrying around a piece of rot. She had already sold the man himself for five million points. The child was just leftover garbage.
She didn't need it. Didn't want it. And thanks to the Infinite Womb's latest update, she could get rid of it without losing a single absorbed item.
Time to clean house.
Akari sat up slowly, hair falling messily around her shoulders. She crossed her legs under her, back against the headboard, and summoned the System Shop interface with a lazy mental flick.
The familiar blue screen unfolded in the air before her, glowing softly in the sunlit room.
System Shop – Main Menu
Buy
Sell
She tapped Sell without hesitation.
A new list materialized instantly.
Currently Owned Assets Available for Sale
1. Child of Issei Hyoudou (currently in stasis inside womb)
2. Child of Freed Sellzen (currently in stasis inside womb)
3. Sacred Gear: Food Summon
4. Sacred Gear: Boosted Gear
5. Ability: Transform
6. Light Sword (holy light blade – anti-devil)
7. Exorcist Gun (consecrated light firearm – anti-devil)
Akari's gaze slid past Issei's child without lingering. That one stayed. Forever, if she wanted.
Her finger hovered over number 2.
Child of Freed Sellzen
She tapped it.
Sell selected item?
Estimated value: 4,000,000 System Points
Confirm / Cancel
Akari's thumb hovered for half a second—then pressed Confirm.
A faint ripple passed through her core. Not pain. Not even discomfort. Just a subtle untying, like a thread being gently pulled free.
The second presence inside her womb vanished. Clean. Gone. No residue, no lingering echo. The Infinite Womb didn't even register the change beyond the update notification.
Sale completed.
Child of Freed Sellzen – Sold / Extracted
+4,000,000 System Points added
Current System Points: 22,000,000
Akari let out a long, slow breath.
Relief washed over her in warm waves. No more trace of that lunatic inside her. No more reminder of the church floor, the ripped fabric, the manic laughter. Just clean absence.
She felt lighter.
And richer.
Twenty-two million points. Enough to start thinking seriously about the high-end catalog entries she'd glimpsed before. Enough to buy something that could actually shift the balance of power in her favor.
She switched tabs with a thought.
Buy
The catalog scrolled open—endless rows of artifacts, abilities, spells, weapons, conceptual upgrades. She flicked through lazily at first, eyes skimming through the absurd prices she'd seen earlier
She kept scrolling, slower this time, looking for something immediate. Something usable. Something dangerous.
Her finger paused.
Spell: Fiendfyre
(Pestis Incendium – Advanced Dark Arts curse)
Description: Conjures sentient, uncontrollable magical fire that seeks out and consumes everything in its path—living beings, objects, structures, even ambient magic. Cannot be extinguished by normal water, wind, or basic counter-spells. Once summoned, the flames continue to grow and spread until the caster stops them or they burn out all available fuel.
Notable Incident: In canon Harry Potter lore, Vincent Crabbe summoned Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirement and was unable to control it—resulting in his own death as the flames consumed him.
Variants Available:
Standard (requires wand or focus): 1,000,000 SP
Wandless (no focus required; cast via intent and incantation only): 2,000,000 SP
Warning: Fiendfyre is notoriously difficult to control. Even skilled casters risk losing mastery. Uncontained Fiendfyre can destroy entire buildings, cities, or more if left unchecked. User assumes all risk.
Akari stared at the entry for a long moment.
The warning was in bold red text. Dramatic. Ominous.
She read it twice.
Then she shrugged.
"Fuck it."
She didn't give a damn about warnings. She had Boosted Gear to scale her raw power. She had Transform to hide. She had 22 million points—soon to be 20 after this purchase—and a womb that let her steal power risk-free.
If she ever lost control of Fiendfyre, she could just portal herself out (once she repurchased Multiverse Travel) or boost her way through the flames. Whatever.
She wanted it.
She wanted the wandless version.
No reliance on a stick of wood. No need to carry a focus. Just pure intent. Pure destruction at a thought.
Her finger tapped the wandless variant.
Purchase: Spell – Fiendfyre (Wandless Version)
Cost: 2,000,000 System Points
Confirm / Cancel
Confirm.
The screen flashed green.
Purchase completed.
Spell: Fiendfyre (wandless) integrated directly into user's soul.
-2,000,000 SP deducted
Current System Points: 20,000,000
A sudden heat bloomed behind Akari's sternum—not painful, but alive. Like a second heartbeat made of embers. She could feel it coiled there, waiting. Hungry. Sentient in a way normal fire never was. All she had to do was speak the incantation—"Fiendfyre"—and will it into being. No wand. No gesture. Just desire.
She lifted her right hand, palm up.
For a moment she considered testing it right here in her bedroom.
Then she imagined the entire house going up in uncontrollable black flames, the neighbors screaming, Rias's peerage showing up within minutes.
Not yet.
She closed her fist instead.
The heat retreated, patient.
Akari leaned back against the headboard, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her face.
Freed's child—gone.
A wandless Fiendfyre curse now living inside her soul—raw, uncontrollable, apocalyptic.
She felt damn satisfied.
No more rot inside her womb except the one she wanted.
No more reminders of weak men who thought they could use her.
And now she had a spell that could burn down cities if she ever felt like it.
Akari stretched her arms above her head, feeling the t-shirt ride up further, exposing more skin to the warm sunlight.
Twenty million points left.
A dragon's power in her soul.
Holy weapons on tap.
A disguise ability that let her become anyone.
And now sentient hellfire at her fingertips.
She laughed softly—low, almost giddy.
The extra was long gone.
Whatever came next, she was ready to meet it with fire.
And she would burn bright.