The library's shadows deepened as Harry stood, the Gryffindor heir ring pulsing like a star on his finger. His Kryptonian-forged body, lean and lethal, thrummed with solar energy, green-gold eyes glinting with predatory focus.
The System's mechanical voice echoed in his mind, responding to his command moments ago.
[Activating the two gifts from the Old God…]
Two orbs materialized—one silver, shimmering like liquid starlight, the other a void-black vortex, radiating a hunger that warped reality. They surged into his consciousness, a cosmic tide flooding his mind. Harry's breath caught as his hands turned sluggish, like slime oozing through his fingers and feet, a fleeting sensation of dissolution.
It vanished, replaced by a searing heat in his core, like a supernova igniting within.
"What was that?" he muttered, flexing his hands, his calculative mind dissecting the shift. Something immense had taken root.
Before the System could clarify, a voice—crisp, feminine, and razor-precise—cut through his thoughts like a scalpel.
[Notice: I am Raphael, Wisdom King. I serve as your Ultimate Skill, analyzing all phenomena to fulfill your desires.]
Harry froze, his genius brain reeling. He knew that voice from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime—Raphael, the evolved Great Sage, a sentient supercomputer with divine authority. "Raphael?" he whispered, voice low, a mix of shock and hunger. "Wisdom King Raphael? Rimuru's Ultimate Skill?"
[Correct. I am Ultimate Skill: Wisdom King Raphael, granted by an external entity. My capabilities include Thought Acceleration, Analytical Appraisal, Parallel Calculation, and Skill Synthesis/Separation. I am bound to your consciousness, with access to your memories and knowledge. State your desire.]
Harry's smirk was a blade, his unpredictable side alight. He'd craved an assistant like Jarvis to carve his path to freedom—wealth, strength, a life unbound. The Old God had delivered a cosmic cheat code. Raphael's tone was pure Tensura: calm, analytical, commanding, like a goddess running reality's algorithms. She was distinct from the System, a mechanical framework she couldn't perceive. "Desire: total freedom through wealth and power," he said, voice steady. "Analyze my assets and calculate the optimal path."
[Notice: Assets: €1,000 (Muggle currency), Eidetic Memory, Gryffindor Heir Ring, unidentified organic artifact, enhanced magical capacity, psychic immunity.
Optimal path: Establish a manga studio to produce unreleased works (e.g., One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy VII, Tales of Zestiria) using Eidetic Memory. Process: Raphael to synthesize manga pages from memories, external resources to materialize medium. Estimated studio setup cost: €10,000. Short-term strategy: Acquire capital through high-yield opportunities. Warning: Avoid scrutiny from figures like Albus Dumbledore.]
Harry's eyes gleamed, his calculative mind humming. Raphael's plan was surgical—she could produce manga like One Piece's pirate saga or Naruto's ninja clans from his memories, synthesizing story and art instantly. A studio was his ticket to millions, but €10,000 was a hurdle. "You're a bloody genius," he murmured, thrilled. "Studio's the plan. Find me capital—fast."
[Notice: Scanning for opportunities. High-yield prospects detected in local criminal activity. Recommendation: Target illicit operations to acquire funds discreetly.]
Harry stepped out of the library, the Gryffindor ring warm, its promise of vaults a future asset. His €1,000 was a spark, but €10,000 for a manga studio was the goal. His Kryptonian senses flared, catching muffled cries, thuds, and the metallic scent of blood two blocks away. His eyes narrowed, calculative mind alert.
The System chimed.
[Quest: Defeat the Robbers. Objective: Neutralize three robbers assaulting an elderly man. Reward: 500 SP, Moral Alignment Boost.]
[Notice: Recommendation: Engage robbers using physical strength only, avoiding enhanced abilities to maintain secrecy. Combat analysis: Three targets, low skill, armed with knives. Optimal strategy: Disarm and incapacitate with minimal force.]
Harry's smirk was cold. "Robbers? Easy money." He moved at human speed, blending into the evening crowd, reaching an alley where three thugs cornered an old man, knives glinting. Blood trickled from the man's brow. Harry cracked his knuckles, Raphael's analysis guiding his moves."Hey," he called, voice sharp. The robbers turned, sneering. "Wrong night."The fight was swift. Raphael's Parallel Calculation mapped their movements—sloppy, predictable. Harry sidestepped a knife, twisted the first thug's wrist, and disarmed him. A jab dropped the second, and a kick sent the third crashing into a dumpster.
No super-speed, no magic—just muscle and precision. The thugs lay groaning, out cold.The old man, trembling, clutched his wallet, his wife rushing to his side. "Thank you," he gasped. "You're a blessing."Harry waved them off, his calculative mind elsewhere. As the couple fled, he rifled the robbers' pockets—€2,000 in cash. "Justice pays," he muttered, pocketing the money.
[Quest Completed: Defeat the Robbers. Reward: 500 SP, Moral Alignment Boost.]The System chimed again.
[Old God's Gifts Delivered. Reward 1: Ultimate Skill – Wisdom King Raphael. Description: A sentient cognitive assistant with Thought Acceleration, Analytical Appraisal, Parallel Calculation, and Synthesize/Separation. Specializes in predictive modeling and ability optimization.]
[Reward 2: Ultimate Skill – Beelzebub, Lord of Gluttony. Description: A devouring force that consumes organic/inorganic matter, energy, magic, skills, and souls, storing them in an Imaginary Space with infinite capacity. Sub-skills: Predation (absorbs targets, less effective against conscious beings), Stomach (stores entities), Isolation (neutralizes harmful effects), Mimicry (replicates absorbed forms and abilities). Warning: Overuse may amplify predatory instincts.]
Harry's pulse quickened, his calculative mind dissecting the gifts. Raphael was his strategic core, crafting manga instantly. Beelzebub was a cosmic predator—devouring matter, souls, even space-time, with Predation bypassing resistance. Its role in consuming paper for manga was brilliant. "Raphael, connect with Beelzebub," he ordered. "Optimize their synergy for combat and manga production."
[Notice: Establishing connection with Beelzebub. Synergy analysis: Raphael enhances Beelzebub's targeting precision, identifying optimal absorption targets (e.g., wood pulp for manga paper). Beelzebub amplifies Raphael's data collection by assimilating material properties. Applications: Absorb enemy spells, consume organic matter for manga, acquire skills via life force assimilation. Recommendation: Test synergy in a controlled environment to master predatory instincts.]
"Raphael's my mind, Beelzebub's my jaws," Harry said, voice low. "Voldemort's breakfast, Dumbledore's outplayed."
[Notice: Capital increased to €3,000. Recommendation: Continue targeting criminal elements to reach €10,000. High-crime areas detected: Surrey outskirts, London docks.]
Harry's eyes gleamed, his unpredictable side thrilled. "Rob the robbers? My kind of hustle." Over the next two hours, he prowled Surrey and London's underbelly, Raphael's analysis pinpointing targets—drug dealers, muggers, extortionists. Each fight was calculated: no superpowers, just fists and strategy.
By 8:30 PM, he'd taken down eight groups, amassing €20,000, doubling his studio goal.The System chimed.
[Quest Completed: Daredevil for Criminals. Objective: Neutralize 10+ criminal elements. Reward: 1,000 SP, Luck Potion (Ensures 100% probability manipulation for 3 hours).]
A vial materialized in his Inventory, glowing brightly. Harry pulled it out, inspecting the shimmering liquid. "Luck Potion, huh?"
[Notice: Unidentified substance detected. Recommendation: Allow Beelzebub to absorb a sample for analysis.]Harry extended his hand, Beelzebub's hunger stirring. His palm pulsed, and two drops of the potion dissolved into his skin, consumed by Predation. Raphael's Analytical Appraisal kicked in.
[Notice: Substance analyzed. Luck Potion: Ensures 100% probability manipulation, guaranteeing favorable outcomes for 3 hours. Strategic recommendation: Utilize potion in a high-stakes financial environment, e.g., a casino. Nearest location: London's largest casino, 20 miles northeast. Projected winnings: €100,000–€200,000 with optimal play.]
As Harry headed toward the casino, his Kryptonian senses caught a woman's scream, the click of a gun, and the stench of sweat and fear a block away. He moved swiftly, staying human-paced, and found a lean, drunkard-looking man pinning a girl against a wall, a pistol pressed to her head. "Stop squirming!" the man snarled. She resisted, and he fired.Time slowed for Harry.
A surge of emotions—rage, disgust—flooded him as the bullet flew. But it didn't hit. Beelzebub's hunger stirred instinctively, and the bullet dissolved mid-air, consumed by an unseen force. Harry's eyes darkened. This scum wouldn't learn.He lunged, Raphael's analysis guiding him.
[Notice: Neutralize target with physical strength. Disarm firearm to avoid escalation.]
Harry grabbed the man's wrist, twisting until the gun clattered away, then slammed him to the ground with a knee to his chest.
The girl gasped, trembling. "Run," Harry said, voice low. She nodded and fled.The man, kneeling, spat blood, muttering, "I'll get well, kid. Beat you bloody, fuck your mum in front of you—" Harry's stomach churned, his calculative mind turning cold. This wasn't a robber; this was filth. Beelzebub's hunger roared, and Harry let it loose. A swirling black mass erupted from his hand, engulfing the man. In seconds, he was gone—devoured, erased.
[Notice: Life force devoured. Experience absorbed. Memories analyzed. Skill acquired: Firearm Mastery (Intermediate). Recommendation: Utilize Beelzebub's Mimicry to assume target's appearance for casino visit, concealing your identity.]
Harry's breath steadied, the disgust fading. Raphael's suggestion was sharp—mimic the man to avoid attention. He focused, Beelzebub's Mimicry reshaping him into the lean, drunkard-like figure, complete with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. "Not bad," he muttered, voice rougher, matching the man's.
The casino was next, and freedom was close.Harry, disguised as the drunkard, stood outside London's largest casino, the Gryffindor ring warm under his altered appearance. His €20,000 was a leap, but the Luck Potion and casino could push him to millions. Raphael's manga studio plan—producing One Piece instantly via his memories, Beelzebub devouring pulp—was his long-term goldmine.
[Notice: Casino strategy: Focus on high-stakes roulette, leveraging 100% probability manipulation. Recommendation: Consume potion now, limit session to 2 hours to avoid scrutiny.]Harry downed the potion, a warm surge flooding him. "Raphael, you're my ace," he said, stepping inside. The casino's lights blazed, roulette wheels spinning at peak hour, and his calculative mind locked in—roulette bets, manga millions, Gringotts gold. Freedom was his, one precise move at a time.
[Notice: Gryffindor vaults require blood authentication at Gringotts, post-Hogwarts letter. Probability of wealth: 92%. Recommendation: Secure letter discreetly.]
"Two days," Harry said, voice sharp, the casino's noise fading as he focused. Raphael's calculations ran like a supercomputer, Beelzebub's hunger a quiet growl. "Hogwarts is my board," he whispered. "Dumbledore, Malfoy—they're pieces."
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Petunia stood at the kitchen sink, glancing at the clock—10:00 PM. Harry hadn't returned, and a faint worry gnawed at her. Vernon sat in his armchair, muttering about his missing €1,000, a flicker of unease in his eyes.
The boy's behavior—those sharp eyes, that commanding voice—felt off, unsettling. "He's never this late," Petunia murmured, her voice tight. Vernon grunted, but a tad bit of fear lingered in his silence. Something about Harry wasn't right.
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Author's Note:
Harry's wielding Raphael's manga-printing genius and Beelzebub's devouring hunger, with a casino run and manga studio on the horizon! Expect calculated plays, high-stakes gambling, and Hogwarts chaos in Chapter 4.
Drop a comment if you're hyped for his vigilante takedowns or the Luck Potion's guaranteed wins. Thanks for joining this freedom grind!