1 Chapter 1- Prologue

Chapter 1- Prologue

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Honestly, I was just minding my business. When suddenly I was hit with a fucking lightning strike straight out fucking nowhere.

While yes being hit by a lightning bolt during a thunderstorm is feasible, albeit exceedingly rare, being hit by one when it's sunny outside without a nick of clouds is near impossible.

Now you might be thinking at this point what happened after I got struck?

I died. Gone. Dead-o. finite.

I am just a black charred corpse in the middle of the road with people screaming their heads off looking at me right now.

While dying and becoming a ghost is not something I considered to happen to me while I was making my way to get a Mcflurry, dying by a lightning bolt and then seeing my own charred corpse is not something I ever considered to be in the realm of possibility.

I know! I know! death is unexpected or whatever, still though pretty weird.

Also, it's pretty weird that I am not freaking the fuck out right now, but meh could be some gamer mind effect that some type of god or higher entity made. So people don't go insane once they realize they died, especially so for people who died gruesome death's like me.

Looking dispassionately around the frankly huge crowd staring at my blackened corpse either crying, taking pictures, or vomiting their guts out all I think about at this moment was how short my life was.

I wouldn't normally bore you with my frankly boring, and useless life story, but at this point, I got nothing to do except that.

So hi? I am Adrian, 18 years of age, a Freshman at NYC University double majoring in Biology and Chemistry. Born and raised in London, England.

I am or well was 5'9ft tall with black hair and blue eyes, now I am just a charred corpse on a Manhattan sidewalk.

I am kinda a comic/anime geek, with Marvel being my favorite comic universe.

No family to speak of, since all of them bit the dust when I was about 12. By all of them, I only mean my Mother since by the time I was born my grandparents were already gone.

My dad? My dad one day took me to a gas station told me to wait in the car since he wanted to buy milk and he'll be back in 5.

Need I say more?

Yeah kinda sad, but not really. I heard worse.

So….am I just supposed to chill here for a bit or something?

I mean for some reason I can't walk 5 feet away from my corpse before hitting an invisible wall, and honestly, I am getting kinda bored, and angry with all the people surrounding me. Also where the fuck is the police or paramedics? Like I know I am dead and there is no rush but like dude come take my corpse out of the sidewalk.

Should I start singing or something to pass the time? At this point I don't mind hearing the horrible screeching I call my singing voice If I can pass the time.

I'll give it 5 minutes before I unleash the beast.

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Welp.

~Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me~

~I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed~

Just as I was getting into the good part a portal appeared in front of me and started sucking me in(not in the way your thinking).

Would you look at that? Guess someone up there finally decided to do something about me, right after I started to sing. Must've really liked what they were hearing.

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It was bright.

Not the white light at the end of the tunnel bright, more like sunny day bright.

Also, everything looked to be way bigger than I remembered, and I read way too many novels, and fan-fiction to not know what happened.

I, of course, freaked out a bit before I came to that conclusion, but let's not talk about that.

Now it's just a matter of finding out who the fuck I am, where I am, and when I am.

Easier said than done though.

However just as I said that a slew of information and images were metaphorically rammed into by brain.

It didn't really hurt, but it was disorienting.

Apparently whoever decided to shuck me into this new life decided to be nice and gave me some general information.

First thing first apparently I am a devil.

Yeah, that's not something any sane person would say normally, but yeah I am a devil now.

Specifically a DXD devil, that alone is overpowered into itself since those motherfuckers have magic based on imagination.

Imagination. Fucking imagination. As in anything you imagine you can do.

All you need is enough power and you can pretty much become God with a capital G.

It would seem though that whoever ROB'd me was feeling extra nice and decided that no! Getting reincarnated into a random devil isn't op enough, so they decided to reincarnate me into the strongest devil ever born.

Sirzechs 'fucking' Gremory.

As if getting reincarnated into the strongest devil in existence wasn't enough, I was granted five incredibly overpowered magnificent powers.

Honestly if even if you took away all my devil magic, and reincarnate me instead into a normal human I would still have been incredibly overpowered with just those five powers.

Hell, I would wager my entire life savings if I still had them that I would be able to reach Great Red, Trihexa, and Ophis levels of power easily and even surpass them.

So even though I died a horrible death, got reincarnated essentially losing my identity into a harem anime that if you look hard enough would see that underneath the fan service and comedy aspects there is a world filled with violence, war, conspiracies, and absolute fuckery in the background.

That's not even mentioning that people could do ridiculous things like getting power-ups from breasts, or break the fundamental laws of reality casually.

Or the fact that there are beings so powerful that they can easily disintegrate you.

No, despite all of this, despite the fact that I should be afraid, terrified even, I wasn't. No. Instead, I was ecstatic.

Maybe if I was born as a normal human, without a sacred gear or any overpowered cheat I would have been scared out of my mind. I would have probably hid in some dark corner of the world, hoping and praying that the world wouldn't suddenly implode on itself and take me with it.

But I wasn't was I? No! I was reborn into the body of the strongest devil to ever exist with five overpowered bullshit essences.

I could do this! No. I would do this! I can't possibly wallow away and hide like a little bitch.

Not when I can so clearly see the golden throne on top just waiting for me to sit on it.

Now all I need to figure out is how the fuck am I supposed to survive without getting PTSD as a baby.