(AN: power stones.)
*ding*
[welcome to the afterlife calculating built up karma]
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[calculation complete individual jaune white/ age 19/ sex male/ chaotic neutral/ karma rating 7 out of 10.]
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[selecting afterlife…heaven failed….hell failed….subject jaune white chosen for project aurora]
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[searching for new home world…..new home world chosen]
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[selecting ability]
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[due to subject jaune whites previous life experiences and actions the chosen abilitiy heavens armory has been chosen….acomodating for new home worlds laws or reality]
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[ability heavens armory now turned into sacred gear]
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[training grounds and safe space generating…..completed]
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[preparing for information injection into subject jaune white….completed]
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*ding*
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[congradulation jaune white on your new life]
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"The fuck!" I yelled out as I jumped up only to fall off a bed and into the floor. "Huh where's the truck?" I mumbled as I remembered being bashed by good old truck-kun. Than looking up I saw a translucent blue text box. A few seconds later information was dumped into my skull. "Son of a whore that hurt!"
*third person pov*
As jaune went over the new information in his head he winced and held his head in pain while cursing out.
"Ok so I was dead now I'm not and Ive been transported to another world huh?" He whispered in awe before jumping for joy "FUCK YA HAHA! NO MORE SHITTY FEMINISTS AND SHITTY POLITICS AND TAXES!" He exclaimed.
*ding*
"Huh?" He was knocked out of his thoughts as he heard a ding only to see a new text box.
[congradulations on your new life jaune white as you now know you are in a new world. The world you are currently in is high school dxd. If you have any questions please wait till my explanation is done.]
"Huh ok what do I need to know know?" He asked while trying to push the new found dread out of his mind. 'FFFFUUUCCK! I'm in the titty verse!'
[your new sacred gear is known as heavens armory, with it you are able to create any weapon with a holy attribute, but the stronger the weapon the more mana needed to create it. You also have access to a safe house and training grounds. The only people allowed inside your safe house are your fellow co workers within project aurora, and those you allow in. The training room is underground and within it is a training field the size of a football stadium as well as a dimensional door that will lead to a weaker dimension for training purposes. Also completing missions within the training dimension will grant rewards. Once you are sufficient strength you will be summoned along with your fellow co workers to assist in clean up missions. Yo will be sent to failing worlds to fix their problems or be sent after rouge transmigrators and reincarnators]
Reading over the text jaune frowned a bit before asking "so get stronger than become your attack dog."
[would you prefer being sent back to your world and stay in purgatory or hell for the rest of your life till your soul eventually gives out in a few millennia]
"Never mind! Just say the word and I'll bite a bitch." Jaune answered quickly.
[good now hurry up and grow stronger. Your codename within the organization will now be angel of death…Azreal]
Seeing the text box disappear jaune or now named azreal leaned against his bed. "Well at least it's a good codename, a bit chuuni but better than some weird edgy shit. It also fits me pretty well now since my sacred gear is a litteral armory of holy weaponry." Azreal whispered. "Oh well I'll deal with this shit tomorrow I'm to tired for this crap." He muttered while looking out his window at the start night sky.