"Ah, fuck... I'm done for."
Enveloped in pitch-black darkness, I muttered those words as I lay on the cold, damp ground.
The sickening stench of blood mixed with dust and dirt assaulted my nose.
From beyond the edge of my fading consciousness, I recalled the beginning of this entire situation.
Right. Reincarnation into another world.
The kind of thing I had only seen in trendy web novels had actually happened to me.
That part, at least, was fine.
It could have been a chance for a new life, after all.
But why, out of countless potential worlds, did it have to be High School DxD?
This is a chaotic place teeming with monsters, a world where life is cheap and death comes far too easily.
No, let's concede that even that might have been acceptable.
There are beautiful heroines everywhere, and the protagonist—the strongest existence in the setting—would eventually solve every crisis on his own. All I had to do was hide quietly and live a mundane life.
Yeah, if only I could have lived normally...
"Fuck, this isn't right!"
My desperate scream burst out, accompanied by a cough of bloody foam.
Of all the times to be reborn, why did it have to be right in the middle of the Great War? The so-called "Romantic Era" of High School DxD, where Angels, Devils, and Fallen Angels were busy slaughtering one another without end.