Demon path

Flipping through the list quickly, he felt like it was a whole dictionary, somehow the same size even without any definitions, that was so dense that he had barely gotten past the A section after a few minutes; thinking that 'Adventurers' was too vague and immediately dismissing ones like 'Avian' since he couldn't see a bird helping against guns.

Once he got into the C territory after notably passing 'Beach-babes', 'Beast-girls' and 'Blacksmiths' in the last section; figuring that he wanted to try out many of them, but kept failing to see the practicality as he heard movement get closer to him.

The most overpowered option he saw was 'Celestial', but he turned it down with the same reasoning he had to turn down 'Angel' in the first section; he didn't want to risk seeing any cosmic entity that could just overload his brain by being perceived.

Just as he got into the D section, he felt his anxiety peak, as the sounds of various foot steps stopped around him, and he heard one of them coldly inform inform their allies "the boss said avoid damaging any equipment on intruders, it could mean big bucks if this guy's one of those H-masters-"

Dexter could feel a remorseless voice pointing towards him.

"-So next time try going for head shots , especially if they don't have any head gear, aim and fire just like-" *a hail of bullets rained down*

Diving out of the way at the last moment and sprinting off, Dexter could see fragments of debris scattering everywhere, and conveniently, it seemed they were avoiding center-mass shots.

Unfortunately, there weren't many good options in the Da- listings; because he figured a 'Daredevil' would only die recklessly and a 'Damsel' would just be helpless, and feeling like both, he soon reached his most auspicious option; 'demon'.

Coming to terms with his closeness to ****, with just one lucky shot needed to put him down, he rationalized that his harem building dreams might get him kicked out of any angelic afterlife; so it might be better to pick a system to tame wherever he goes into a heaven, and if he can summon something powerful; then it'd be deserved for the bastards chasing him to start their experience of getting flamed by demons with an initial fireball.

The only downside was if he got something like a succubus that would have to magically seduce them before sexually draining their life ****, but being cucked with his first girl still was a better alternative to dying.

As soon he selected demon, he saw a brief explanation, 'Demons: creatures fully detached from morality and overcome by their desires, often empowered by demonic energy and countered at moderate to lower levels countered by holy energy. Applied Master traits: (infernal resistance), (lesser well of corruption); greed, lust, pride, sloth, wrath, (partially reduced to promote saving of the world). Accept?'

There wasn't a doubt in his mind, regardless of whatever Applied master traits would do to him, as he heard the upper level goon shout "the equipment is on his arm, all other areas allowed!". Dexter Mason accepted his only fate left, of walking the demonic path and becoming the master of demons; choosing to hit accept.

A spark shot off of the device faster than any bullet, hitting the ground a few feet away and growing massively, radiating a great deal of heat and seemingly absorbing the warmth from the surroundings; creating a large pillar of flame stunning everyone in their tracks.

Before the flames could fade, Dexter felt a mix of emotions; an equally flaming rage at the thugs that were chasing him down, a desire to use all he could take from them for a better life; a life were he could relax and enjoy himself, hopefully with some noble Demon queen babe; to make him feel like a king and to breed.

His high expectations dropped when he saw the device read 'Successful 1st summon. Summoned: (Red) Oni; ranking: (wrath) C+, traits: Berserk, strength, intoxication, flame resistance, knock-back, knock-back resistance, blunt weapon expert'

Despite the low ranking, the mere act of it's summoning looked impressive, but the only female Oni that Dexter could think of was Shuten from the fate series; yet he doubted how a pale petite girl like her could help.

Then the flames suddenly dissipated.

She certainly was not pale and petite; resembling a classic oni with a massive amount of muscle and red skin, further made intimidating by her sheer height, causing Dexter's vision to trail up at a body perfectly curved for use in a harem, and look up past her massive tits on display at her cheeky tusk filled grin and her vertically pointed horns, that only after looking past did he see an impossibly massive steel club raised over her head.

He flinched as it swung down, feeling the wind of the strike nearly knock him over, followed by the sound bullets ricochet off the wide stretch of metal shielding his back. With her stepping forward, he could feel his head press into her underboob, and the hardness of her abs, before she side-stepped away with a battle-maniac's cackle.

Stunned and barely able to turn his head to watch, he first saw her big bouncing red ass; completely uncovered with a ridiculously small loincloth flapping up in the air, as she made wide arcs with her club; turning the goons into paste as they were effortlessly misted into the air with inhuman ****.

After she swung down at the upper level goon, an experience bar on the device read halfway, not that Dexter could focus on it, as he stared at the intimidating barbarian reveling in her slaughter, only to make his fear sharply return as she turned to look at him before dropping her club into a pile of meat and licking her lips, as she charged with her primal gaze seemingly hungry for his flesh.