Life was never exciting for you. Repetitive routines, endless responsibilities, and a constant sense of emptiness. Every day felt like a copy of the one before. You were never someone special—just a tiny spark in a vast sea of souls. But when death came, it didn't arrive as you expected. There was no darkness, no eternal rest.
The last thing you saw was an accident. Screeching tires, a heavy impact, and a blinding flash. Then, nothing. Or so you thought.
You awoke in a strange place. The air was heavy and oppressive, charged with an indescribable energy. The landscape was shrouded in shadows, with crimson skies burning in an eternal fire. Before you stood a colossal being, its blinding light not warm but cold and suffocating.
"You have been chosen," said a voice that thundered in your mind. "The fate of mortals is fleeting, but you… you have been found worthy to transcend."
The being raised a hand, and a torrent of energy surged into your body. You screamed, not in pain, but in sheer astonishment. You felt something inside you tearing apart and rebuilding, as though you were being stripped of what you once were and remade anew.
When it ended, you fell to your knees, gasping for breath. The being observed you with interest. "Now you are a divine entity, free from the chains of your humanity. But remember this: power has no morality. You decide how to wield it. You are a creator… or a destroyer."
You stared at it, a twisted smile forming on your lips. "A creator? How boring. Destroying, crushing, bending others to my will... that sounds far more interesting."
The being was silent for a moment, as if contemplating your choice. Finally, its form began to fade. "Very well, mortal. This world will test your resolve. Survive, and you will prove that even gods should fear you."
Before you could say anything, a blinding light enveloped you, and the ground vanished beneath your feet.
You woke in a clearing surrounded by towering trees, the air far cleaner than anything you remembered from your past life. The world felt familiar and strange all at once, as though some part of your mind recognized its details. That's when it hit you: you were in a place you knew not because you'd visited it, but because you'd read about it. This was the world of High School DxD.
You looked at your hands, now brimming with an energy that felt infinite. You gazed into the reflection of a nearby lake: your hair was black as ebony, your eyes glowed with a supernatural golden hue, and your aura was a shroud of intertwining shadow and light, balanced in a haunting harmony.