1 Prologue

Wake up, morning routine, breakfast, work, go home, be a weeb for an hour or 2, sleep, repeat.

That has been my life for the last 20 years.

High school dropout, no achievments worthy of mention, no grand family background; just a mundane, eventless, ordinary life.

I'm now 38, overworked at a black company and being blamed for problems I'm not even related to.

Bunch of fuckers don't even appreciate the amount of work I have contributed to the damn company over the last 15 years.

If I could, I'd snap my boss' necks to rid the company of the tumor that he is.

Though if I did that, I'd 100% go to prison so let's not do that.

I have no dreams, no goals that I want to achieve and I'm getting sick and tired of my boring everyday life.

Though I honestly shouldn't rant in my head while I'm walling.

I'll probably crash into someone and ruin whatever's left of my shitty mood.

'Hm? What's that light? It looks like it's coming closer.'

I'm blinded by a light fast approaching from my left.

"Oh shi----"

*HOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK* *SPLAT*

'Huh, Truck-kun is that you?'

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'Fuck, that hurt. But still, I didn't think Truck-kun was real. Praise be to the Truck'

As I think dumb thoughts to preserve my sanity and cope with the fact that I just went splat and got yeeted to the afterlife, I hear a loud resounding voice coming from behind me.

*KO HON*(COUGH) Some huge human shaped thing shining in the colors of the rainbow got my attention.

"Welcome random nobody to the land before death. I am what some in your world call a ROB.

I'm bored out of my mind and got nothing better to do so I'll do my good deed for the millenium and reincarnate you in ANY world you choose with some some gifts. 3 to be exact. No strings attached. Now choose."

'Okay, that's not usually how the trope goes, but fuck it. Who am I to complain.'

I am admittedly felt a little skeptical about my whole situation buuut, fuck it.

ROB: "Glad you're quick on the uptake. So what do you want?"

'Okay, ROB reads minds, good to know.'

I quickly access and scan through my plethora of WEEB knowledge and find just the thing.

If I'm going to another world then I may as well enjoy myself to the fullest.

"Then to start with, I want to go to the world of High School DxD and reincarnate as a devil.

And assuming my future race doesn't count towards my gifts, then I want to be born a pure blooded devil with the clan traits of the Agares and Bael, a Space related clan trait unique to me, and the demon powers of Meliodas from The Seven Deadly Sins anime alongside his full counter but for both physical and magical attacks with no drawbacks to it.

And if possible, I would like a boost to mental abilities. And by that I mean my comprehnsion ability."

ROB takes a few seconds to contemplate my words and it feels as though he is smiling in amusement. Well he's a ROB, ROB will be ROB and I for one am not about to fuck this up.

ROB: "I'm not faulting you on the race you chose, but isn't that too much? Just say you want to be overpowered and skip the full explanation."

"I mean yeah buuuut... I want to be specific. Is that possible or nah?"

ROB: "Sure and because this is my good deed, the space ability, the Meli-what-his-face's power, and the mental abilities boost are one gift. You got 2 to go, choose wisely. Not that I expect you to."

I feel a vein throb in my forehead from annoyance momentarily but then realise I'm nothing but a white blob and don't have veins. Whatever, just let it go.

"Then for my second gift, I want a Inner World/ Reality Marble. 100 kilometers in each direction and can be altered at any time by me for anything I come up with like a farm or something. Oh and I want it to come with training facilities for me and my future peerage to use. Is that possible?"

ROB takes a second to contemplate it and nods its head in approval. Sweet, and now for the best one.

"For my final wish, Artoria Pendragon, Mordred, Mommy Minamoto-no-Raikou, and Medusa from the Fate series to have a counterpart in the world of DxD. And because I'm a simp, Artoria THICCC MOMMY lancer please, I love her as she is, but a bit more thiccness on her and I will be willing to die by suffocation within those thighs and I may or may not have developed and bit of leg fetish over the past 20+ years of my life soooooooooo yeah.

And before you say anything, yes I'm using my final wish to bring my favorite waifus to life, I do not care that a wish is all powerful and can do literally anything else. This final wish can be summarized in 3 words, I REGRET NOTHING!!!"

ROB: ". . . . . ."

Looks like I made him speechless, but I do not care. This is the chance of a lifetime and I will never have this opportunity again.

I want my waifus and I shall have my waifus. Possible broken wish abilities be damned.

Finally after what seems like several minutes ROB reboots.

ROB: "I was not expecting that, but fuck it, why not. I'll do someing about it.

And because you have managed to thoroughly baffle me with your stupidity I'll throw in a few twists of my own into the world you're going to.

Whether you can make use of the opportunity is up to you. I'll make you the same age as the protaginist of that world. Do what you will with that information."

'YESSSSSS!!!!! WAIFUS SECURED!!'

I was dancing with joy in my mind since the dream of every weeb is before me.

Waifus come to life.

I need to come in contact with them as soon as I can or risk someone else making a move on them.

None shall touch my waifus. But before that, there is one more thing I need to do.

"Hey ROB, is it alright if I chose my appearance for my new life?"

This was very important because I need to make sure to get my waifus to fall for me. I'm a degenerate, bite me.

ROB:"I don't see why not. Go for it."

As his words ended, a computer like screen appeared before me with a model of a child that looks about 5 years old.

It feels wierd to design my own appearance, but fuck it. New world, new me.

That being said, I proceeded to mess with the sliders and settings for my new body.

And being the degenerate I am and knowing I'm going into a world where a new level of power can be achieved through oppai, I made the best body possible for a world full of lewdness.

For you see, among some of the settings for the body, there is an area where I can alter any and all parts of the body.

I proceeded to make every single last inch of my body 5 times stronger than the average devil. Down to the bones and organs, especially my little brother and the boys down there.

My waifus have come to life and I'll be damned if I'm unable to satisfy them.

As a child I'll be as normal as any other kid, but as soon as puberty hits, I have guaranteed myself a foot long schlong and maybe a bit more.

I'm a degenerate and I do not care. Important things must be mentioned many times.

As for my actual apperancs, the new me has shoulder length silky, luscious, pitch black hair with streaks of violet and bright sky blue eyes with a hint of violet.

Since I'm starting as a kid again, I'll be sure to train regularly so that I can end up with a body like Sairaorg.

I say that but I'll probably end up more of a mage than a brawler, but fuck it.

I got the pretty boy look but I'll turn it into a body that'll make milfs drool.

But there is one thing missing, my name. Fuck my old one, this is a new life, a new beginning.

I'll keep it simple so why not, Zell?

Meh, I like it, let's go with it.

With all that out of the way, it's finally time to start my new life. Old shitty, mundane life goodbye. Waifus here I come.