The Limitless Curse (Rewrite taking over the original story)

General PoV

The soft flicker of a television illuminated the dim living room as two figures sat sprawled on the sofa. Y/n lounged back lazily, one leg hanging over the armrest, while Ophis sat beside him, seemingly engrossed in the show they were watching.

Y/n: "I'M SO DAMN—"

A sudden knock at the front door interrupted his outburst. He blinked, his frustration replaced by mild confusion as he stood up and stretched.

Y/n: "Yo, Ophis, you expecting company?"

Ophis: (Flatly) "Nope. You?"

Y/n: (Yawning) "Not that I can think of. Hopefully, it gives me something to do, though."

As Y/n shuffled toward the door, Ophis remained seated, unbothered, her attention still fixed on the screen. He swung the door open, only to be greeted by an unexpected, yet somewhat familiar face—Sona Sitri, Kuoh Academy's student council president and the leader of her peerage.

Behind her stood her team, their expressions varying from neutral to mildly irritated.

Y/n: (Smirking as he leaned against the doorframe) "Why, hello, Sona. To what do I owe the pleasure of being visited by a lady of your caliber?"

He gave a mock bow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Sona's eyebrow twitched in irritation, but she held her composure.

Her pawn, however, did not.

Saji: (Growling) "HEY, ASSWIPE! SHOW SOME RESPECT TO THE PRESIDENT, OR I'LL KICK YOUR—"

Before he could finish, there was a loud thud, followed by a cartoonishly human-shaped hole in the ground where Saji once stood.

Sona turned, her composure breaking as she gawked at the scene. The ground still trembled slightly from the impact, and faint groans of pain rose from the hole.

She turned back to Y/n, who was cracking his knuckles, his bored expression betraying the speed and force he had just unleashed.

Y/n: (Deadpan) "Next time, keep your mutt on a leash."

Sona pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing in exasperation.

Sona: "I have two things to say. First, I apologize for my servant's behavior. I'll ensure it doesn't happen again. Could you... refrain from burying him next time?"

Y/n: (Shrugging) "No promises, but I'll consider it."

Sona inhaled deeply, steadying herself before continuing.

Sona: "Second, how did you do that? I didn't even see you move. Was it magic? An ability? Could you—"

Y/n: (Interrupting) "Slow down, Queenie stress head. First off, I punched him. That's it. No magic, no ability—just raw speed and strength. And second..."

He leaned closer, his smirk returning.

Y/n: "I'm not a teacher. So, no."

Sona frowned, visibly disappointed but quickly composed herself.

Y/n: (Standing upright again) "Now, why don't you tell me why you're really here? You didn't go through the trouble of finding my place and dragging your entire peerage along just to chat."

Sona flinched slightly under his piercing gaze, unnerved by how easily he saw through her façade.

Sona: "Fine. I'll get straight to the point."

She took a deep breath, glancing briefly at her peerage before focusing on Y/n.

Sona: "Rias and I have uncovered disturbing information. A cadre-class fallen angel—Kokabiel—is planning to attack Kuoh."

Y/n's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before returning, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly.

Y/n: (Casually) "I see. And what does that have to do with me?"

Sona hesitated, sensing the weight behind his words. Her peerage tensed, unsure of how he might react.

Sona: "We were hoping you'd assist us in the battle. Rias and I—"

Y/n: (Cutting her off) "Yeah, no. Sounds like a you problem."

Sona opened her mouth to argue, but another voice chimed in from inside the house.

Ophis: (Calmly) "It could cure your boredom."

Y/n glanced over his shoulder at Ophis, who had finally torn her attention away from the television.

Y/n: (Sighing) "First of all, I wasn't whining about boredom. Second..."

He turned back to Sona, his smirk widening.

Y/n: (Mockingly) "You're lucky Ophis is making a good point."

The mention of Ophis caused a visible reaction in Sona and her peerage. They paled, their eyes darting nervously between Y/n and the dragon god now standing behind him.

Sona: (Stammering) "Y-you do know who that is, right? She's dangerous! How are you speaking to her so casually?"

Y/n looked at Sona like she had just said something ridiculous.

Y/n: (Grinning) "Ophis? Dangerous? Nah, she's like a big teddy bear, aren't you, Ophis?"

He turned to Ophis, reaching out as if to hug her. She immediately teleported to the other side of the room.

Y/n: (Teasing) "Aw, come on, don't be shy!"

The devils sweat dropped as Y/n continued this bizarre game of cat-and-mouse, chasing Ophis around the room while she calmly teleported away each time. The sheer absurdity of the scene left them dumbfounded.

Finally, Ophis returned to the couch, and Y/n turned back to the group, clapping his hands together.

Y/n: "Alright, fine. I'll kick the overgrown battle crazed crows ass for you."

Sona's shoulders sagged in relief, her expression softening.

Sona: "Thank you. If you ever need help—"

Y/n: (Interrupting) "Yeah, yeah, I'll let you know. Now, bye-bye!"

As he moved to shut the door, Sona suddenly realized something.

Sona: (Quickly) "Wait! How did you know Kokabiel was—"

Y/n: (Cheerfully cutting her off) "Sorry, can't hear you. Byeeeee!"

With that, he slammed the door shut in a dramatic, Looney Tunes-style fashion, complete with a faint puff of dust for comedic effect.

Leaning back against the closed door, Y/n let out a long sigh of relief.

Y/n: (Quietly to himself) "Man, that was close. Almost let something slip there."

Ophis gave him a quizzical look but said nothing, returning to the couch. Meanwhile, Y/n headed upstairs, preparing for what he knew would be an eventful—and hopefully entertaining—fight.

But that's a story for another chapter.