That’s right.
The item Shinki had drawn wasn’t the complete form of The Ra.
It was only an egg.
Although it existed in the form of a card, Shinki could clearly sense life pulsating within it.
Not only that.
The moment the egg was summoned, it fused directly with his body.
After that, his already mediocre Shinto Arts became even worse.
But in exchange, his physical constitution underwent a noticeable improvement.
Ever since learning that this world was the setting of High School DxD, Shinki had kept a low profile within the Himejima Clan and rarely ventured outside.
Although his talent in Shinto Arts was terrible, he had never stopped training his body.
As a result, he developed a well-built physique, and his skill with weapons far surpassed that of most people his age.
Moreover, the Egg of The Ra fused within him had granted him a corresponding power.
Fire.
The flames of the legendary immortal phoenix.
However, these flames were different from the Vermilion Bird spirit beast passed down through the Himejima Clan for generations.
Even though he could currently produce only a tiny spark, the power contained within it was fundamentally different.
Using cultivation novel terminology…
It was purity taken to the extreme.
After all, no matter what form it was in, the Egg of The Ra was still The Ra—the strongest of the Three Egyptian Gods.
The only thing Shinki needed to do was wait patiently for it to hatch.
As for how he had become acquainted with Himejima Suzaku…
That was largely a coincidence.
Keeping a low profile didn’t mean locking himself indoors and never leaving the house.
After gaining some confidence from the awakening of his cheat, Shinki had been training alone on a mountain peak one day when he accidentally crossed paths with Himejima Suzaku, who had been out with the young Himejima Akeno.
From that moment onward, Suzaku seemed to have sensed something and developed an interest in him.
After all, she was the type of woman whose attitude toward others was always very clear.
Whether she was interested or not was obvious at a glance.
Within a quiet bamboo grove, Himejima Suzaku and Shinki walked side by side.
“By the way, Shinki-kun, your potential isn’t weak.
Why do you insist on pretending to be the academy’s worst student?
Even if your Shinto Arts aren’t impressive, your swordsmanship and that power of yours are more than enough to stop those people from bothering you.” Suzaku smiled, the corners of her lips curving upward.
“Or perhaps you have some secret you can’t tell anyone?” “Actually…
I’m an alien.” Shinki maintained a serious expression as a fierce glint flashed through his eyes.
Then he began spouting complete nonsense.
Show off his abilities?
Why would he do that?
Wasn’t he already attracting enough attention as it was?
He understood the principle that the higher someone was praised, the harder they fell.
Until he possessed enough strength to walk sideways through the world, his strategy was simple: quietly enter the village and absolutely no firing guns.
“If my true identity were exposed, it would probably throw the entire world into chaos.” “My, my.
So Shinki-kun is actually an alien?
Then are you going to abduct me?
And after that, what terrible things will you do to me?” Suzaku’s smile became playful and intrigued.
“If it’s you, then very, very terrible things.” Shinki answered ominously.
“I’d really like to know.
Can you tell me?” Suzaku stepped closer.
The faint fragrance drifting from her body reached his nose, sweet and delicate like blooming flowers.
“Restricted content for minors.” Shinki shook his head.
By now, the two had already passed through the bamboo grove and arrived at the gates leading out of the clan estate.
This was where they parted ways.
Suzaku was, after all, the future head of the Himejima Clan and the foremost genius of the younger generation.
She couldn’t spend every day wandering around with a lazy slacker like Shinki.
As Shinki’s figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Suzaku finally withdrew her gaze from the balcony where she stood.
Curiosity flickered intensely within her crimson eyes.
No matter how unmotivated Shinki appeared every day…
The scene she had accidentally witnessed that night remained unforgettable.
Something hotter than fire itself.
Even the Vermilion Bird residing within her seemed to tremble and cry out in fear.
The golden aura had captivated the Vermilion Bird while simultaneously filling it with profound dread.
Soon, however, helplessness and faint resentment appeared on her beautiful face.
“When are you finally going to tell me the truth?” In the end, after receiving a summons from the clan’s main household, she could only sigh and walk toward the council hall.
…
Rolling his eyes, Himejima Shinki completed the necessary procedures and left the clan headquarters, which was disguised as a private estate.
For insignificant nobodies like him who possessed little strength, no one would generally cause trouble as long as they didn’t reveal the secrets of the Five Great Noble Houses.
If those secrets were exposed, however, the consequences would be severe.
Although Shinki was a transmigrator, he had no interest in doing something so foolish.
Besides…
All he wanted was to quietly cultivate and grow stronger.
After all, before long, he would probably have to become an enemy of the Himejima Clan’s Black Ops unit for the sake of that little girl, Himejima Akeno.
There was no helping it.
A mission was a mission.
“Sigh…
life really isn’t easy.” This world was simply too dangerous.
At present, Shinki’s greatest dream was to safely survive until the end of the story.
No, more accurately, to safely hide while surviving until the end.
For example, quietly cultivating until he became one of the world’s supreme powerhouses.
Unfortunately, his plan had gone wrong from the very beginning.
Out of so many people, Himejima Suzaku had somehow noticed him.
“Forming an alliance with Suzaku would definitely be beneficial, but getting too close to that woman also makes it far easier for my secrets to be exposed.” Shinki’s expression shifted unpredictably as he mulled over the problem.