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DxD: Stand Ready For My Arrival

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Dying? Yeah, that sucked. But getting reincarnated? That was supposed to be the dream—especially when I hit the power lottery and came back as a Kryptonian-Viltrumite hybrid. Strength to level mountains, speed to outrun light, durability that makes nukes look like firecrackers? Hell yeah. I was ready to save lives, rewrite tragic fates, and maybe even gain a harem of beauties along the way. Then reality kicked me in the teeth. Hard. This world isn’t just an ecchi paradise with over-the-top fights and fanservice—it’s a brutal, merciless battleground. Behind all the bouncing boobs and dumb comedic moments are beings so powerful they could wipe out civilizations without breaking a sweat. And me? I might be strong, but strength alone doesn’t mean shit when you’re up against gods, monsters, and ancient horrors lurking in the shadows. So now I’ve got two choices. One: Stick to my ideals, play the hero, and pray I don’t get torn apart before I can make a difference. Two: Give up, accept my place in the food chain, and hope I don’t die screaming. …Or maybe, just maybe… this world doesn’t need a hero. Nah, just kidding. Right? …Right?
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“Compassion. What is compassion? Is it strength, or weakness. Is it mercy, or a half a measure? Is it a sign of naivety or experience? Or perhaps, it is one of those things that tread the line of ruin and preservation, it’s true meaning known only to gods. I wonder, what do you think of compassion?” “Compassion? For me, it is like a sword. One which you wield from the blade, not the grip.” ……………. Reshi’s life was not a happy one. His childhood was one of poverty, and a family barely keeping it together. It wasn’t a particularly fun childhood, so he decided to end it early. How? Well, he joined the army, where he was turned from child to weapon, expertly wielded by the republic. There he had met many great people, and he had seen them die also. A terrible life really. One that he wasn’t too sad to say goodbye to. After speaking to an extremely convincing deity, he decided to cash in his death for a new life, a glorious one from one of his favourites new novels. The life of a spoiled, and more importantly, rich young noble. Which he had been given….for all of thirty minutes. He had been placed in the body of a hated antagonist, one that only existed in a flashback backstory. His fate was destine to be pathetic, his end pathetic, loved and remembered by no one. But Reshi had already gone through that once. So this time he was determined to change things. To do something about his shitty fate, so that for the first time in two lives, he could carve out a little corner of peace for himself in the world, and maybe even find some happiness to go along with it. [[[[[This is a rewrite of my first novel, that I barely even began, so I’m still quite a new writer, open to any feedback.]]]]]]
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