On the continent of Contras, a secret military organization in the country of Tisone has been developing some less than international-convention-abiding bioweapons, unfortunately, the lead scientist is just unable to get the results his higher-ups want. Until of course, during a frantic incident, his pet chicken is introduced to some mildly carcinogenic lab samples, leading to a chain reaction of events that not even the CEO of Poultry Corp, nor the head of the Evil Shadow Organization could foresee.
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Authors Note: Do note this will be a bit whimsical, so don't expect super scientific worldbuilding, I haven't written with tectonic plates or subatomic particles in mind or anything. Updates will be less frequent, around 3-7 days between each chapter, due to school. This is my first proper story in a very long time, so it might be a bit rough, but I hope it's still enjoyable!
WARNING: CONTAINS SOME DARKER THEMES
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)