This is the tale of a legendary killer who lost his beloved brother and vowed to save his universe from alien invaders, no matter the cost. Driven by his unshakable promise, he crafted a devastating Black Hole Bomb, sacrificing himself to obliterate countless alien races and seal the wormhole that threatened his home. His ultimate act of heroism seemed to mark the end of his existence.
But fate had other plans.
Against all odds, his soul survived, drifting through the void until it found a new beginning. Reborn as a baby on the Hell-Heaven Planet-the eighth planet in a distant solar system-he had no memory of his past life. This new world was a place of extremes, blending beauty and brutality, where survival demanded strength and skill.
This is the story of that child's journey, rising from nothing to become the Martial God of the Universe. Through trials, battles, and revelations, he must rediscover his destiny, reclaim his purpose, and face the forces that once threatened everything he held dear.
From zero to the peak, this is a saga of rebirth, redemption, and ultimate power.
Waking up in the body of a Romani Archiman is acceptable. Getting 3rd and 1st True Magics is nice. Getting Beasts as pets - delightful. The world of DxD is unforgivable. It's a world where some teenagers who aren't even two decades old somehow mystically defeat the descendants of legendary heroes, ancient demons, powerful dragons, etc. Why does this happen? Simply because! Simply put, this world only makes sense because it doesn't. And now, I have to put up with the fact that I live here. Such pain. (DxDxMulti)