Highschool DxD: Dragon's Ascent

Chapter 58: Of Vampire Femboys

Drunk me was... very creative and driven but also very concerning.

Was the thought that came to my head as I appraised the brand-new seal matrix surrounding my entire mansion compound. It was fine and all but... there was just one problem.

I can't understand half of this shit.

This was like trying to read your black-out drunk handwriting the day after. But something more concerning...

It should work? How?

I learned through perusing the scattered and almost ineligible memories of my yesterday that my splitting headache this night was not just because I had replaced 40% of my body weight with high-grade alcohol but also because I had , and I cannot stress this enough, literally turned parts of my brain into liquid by running thought acceleration at absurd levels.

Thank god(hey that no longer hurts!) I have regeneration and that the mind is more metaphysical.

But essentially drunk me had gone through my backlog of work with the grace and finesse of a comically drunk and insane man.

'Ddraig, I am too weak to piece together my drunk memories, please tell me I did not do anything major.'

I could hear Ddraig chuckling in the back of my mind. This couldn't be good.

{Other than crying several times throughout the night about not having milfs in your harem and then puking from crying? It may be Blorbo.}

Excuse me.

What the fuck is a Blorbo?

{Honestly? I have no idea, you were rambling about your spawn taking over the world and space machines killing the Great Red or something then made a slime and released it into the wild like a parent seeing their child leave the house.}

That's concerning.

Well, drunk me must have had the right idea or something. Let it prosper or whatever , if it starts eating too many people I'll just take care of it.

Other than... that incident apparently drunk me had actually accomplished a lot.

A seal array that would detect teleportation attempts into my house without permission and retaliate with what I can only assume is probably semi-lethal force. Or something else, I can't read half of that shit.

I apparently made a lot of alcohol, I mean a lot. And equipment too, I had also sealed a deal with Azazel, one that promised a crate of 100 Intermediate health, stamina and mana potions respectively as well as the promise of allowing the Grigori access to my yet-to-be-opened shop's catalogue to order deliveries as well as Royal-Tier Membership to Azazel and Gold-Tier memberships to his Cadre.

In exchange, every week on the day of delivery I would receive a multitude of herbs and metals I could use for potions and other stuff. I am talking about tens of tons of materials instead of the small shipments I received before.