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My Cursed life in Highschool DxD

Author: MeatBeef
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Abs? Check. Height? Check. Dark hair? Also check. Nice eyes? Check. Harem? Pluming hope not! Where. The. Plum. Is. My. Body?! Welcome to my cursed life in The Pluming High School DxD. - Worlds other than DxD: MHA, Demon Slayer, Bleach. Author Note: Hey there! I’m not quite sure how to write a decent synopsis, and this is my first story outside of English assignments, so I’m feeling a bit unsure about my writing and direction. But let’s see how this goes! I plan to write maybe 5-10 chapters and see if it takes off; if not, I’ll explore another anime. I’ll also be working on other projects to improve my skills. But enough about that—have a read and enjoy your day!

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Chapter 1What the Plum?!

"It's bigger than before I slept."

That was my first observation when I got out of bed. Except it wasn't really a bed—just a sheet on the floor that wasn't mine, surrounded by walls that weren't mine, in a town that wasn't mine.

'It's Kyoto' my mind supplied.

"How in mystical sugar-plum did I end up in Kyoto?" I stated calmly.

'Seems like you died' my mind chimed in, sounding quite helpful.

"Well..." I looked around and spotted a door.

I opened what seemed to be a bathroom and stepped inside, only to stub my toe.

"Great... plumbing great. Who in the sugar-plum are you?" I exclaimed.

Instead of feeling embarrassed about walking in on another guy, I asserted my dominance, standing with my legs slightly wider and my arms on my hips like a total badass. But instead of this tanned meathead being afraid of my holy light, he adopted the same stance!

"The Auda—" That's all I got to say when I noticed it. The horror. The shame!

'You're tan' my mind gleefully told me.

No, this cannot be. Me? Tan? I? With short black hair like that one Japanese Imperial Demon Army guy?!

'Guren Ichinose?' my mind chimed in again, oh so happily.

"You need to shut the front door!" I yelled, only to stare in horror as I noticed, instead of my radiant supple skin, scratches and scars are blemishing my face and body!

"NO! This can't be my radiance! This has to be a nightmare!"

'You sorta have a phy—'

"Shut it!"

'Ehm, the physique o—'

"No!"

'Physique of him, no?'

'Are you crying?'

No. This can't happen. My lithe femboy build! What would my fans say?

'Won't females app—'

"Stop! I don't even want to think of them! *Shiver* 'Women'—the bane of all mankind! If I think what I don't want to think you're thinking of could happen, then that means I officially can't leave until this freakish body has become supple." I numbly supplied to my oddly helpful but not-so-helpful mind.

'Right... well, if you didn't notice, because I did, there's a laptop open that you might want to pay attention to. Just remember to breathe, no?'

Hmm... I feel like this is a trap as I walk out of the bathroom and turn to the desk where a laptop stood ominously. As I approach and move the mouse to awaken the beast...

'Not a beast, a laptop' my mind simply says, but for once I ignore it. It awakens, and as I stare at the screen that has my *shiver* new body's emails open, I notice one that stands out from the rest. Why? Because it has the worst email address to exist.

[Email from Kuoh@Girlsacademy:

'Dear Sasaki Ryou,

On behalf of the principal, we of the student council congratulate you on officially becoming a student at this humble and extraordinary school. Though it is a journey from Kyoto, we know you won't regret attending here.

P.S. As asked by the principal, you have been supplied a ticket for you to get to Kuoh at 12:15 PM.

School starts on Monday, XXXX, 2008.

-Sona Shitori, Vice-President of Kuoh Academy']

"What?" I *slam* my head against the desk.

'Done slamming your head?' my wise mind asks.

I'm done. *Slam*

'Well, not to sound bad or anything, but it's 11:47, and in the other corner, you have duffel bags packed, assuming they're clothes. Judging by when you wake up from *slam* your head on the desk, we probably have about 10 minutes before we need to start running to the train station' the accursed mind informs me.

'Rude.'

I can't leave looking like this! I gesture to this monstrosity of a body.

For one, it's tan! Two, it has muscles! Gross. And three, it's tall.

'Judging by your appearance—except for your name, for some odd reason—you look like Guren. You're probably 6' tall' my mind unnecessarily informs me.

My point! I should be 5'3! I can't leave!

'Time's running out'

Don't pressure me!

'You might run into Yasaka if you're not goi—'

"Let's pluming go to Kuoh!" I cut my mind off.

As I pick up my bags and walk down the hallway to the front door, I receive the greatest advice of my life.

'You should probably put some clothes on, no?'

You pickle, you were waiting for that.

'Yep'

I turn around to go back into my room, open the closet, and pick out some unfashionable clothes: a black shirt and grey sweatpants. *Shiver* I feel like I shouldn't have put these on. Whatever.

Just in case, I put on a black hoodie to hide from these infidels.

Now as I walk back, I notice a phone on the desk. Surprised, I grab it and unlock it effortlessly, then punch in "train station." I head to the closest one to get the pineapple out of here. As fortune seems to be on my side, I arrive at the train station just in time to walk onto the train and grab a seat.

'Now that we are all seated and rolling away to Kuoh, I think you should evaluate what's happening, no?' my trusty mind informs me.

Right. Figure out what's happening first.

You're not my mind, are you?

'No, I'm a degrading consciousness whose identity is feared as cursed—an object that many have wanted but have only gotten a cheap replica of a byproduct from the true me. I'm a sword'

What? Wait, what? That's it?

'Well, like I said, I'm a degrading consciousness. I don't have much time left, so while you are sitting here, I'm going to off-put introducing myself and help inform you. You know? 'Information is power' and all that crap?'

Oh, understandable, you pluming pickle.

'Rude. But besides the point, here is what you need to know about living in this new world that you've somehow found yourself in, because you're going to need it.'

{Author happily Here, before anyone asks. No he is not gay. I would've put a tag or put it in the description if it was. Have an awesome October}

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Volume 0 :Auxiliary Volume
Volume 1
Volume 2 :Side Story

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This is a really nice fanfic. I would say it's charming in its simplicity. Though it has quite many problems, the most notable being that it is too action-paced. Fighting to more fighting and even more fighting, with sparse character interactions, and when character interactions were about to begin, on the reader's side, two red flags were thrown, and *boom* even more fighting. Still, the fights are done quite well, so it isn't as bad as it could be. Even though character interactions are sparse, they are mostly well-written, though some of them resulted in fights and God, when you have so many figths already, and even in character interactions you add more fights... It's like those people who add 11 spoons of sugar to the tea. [SPOILERS BELOW] I liked him using weird words instead of swearing. Quite obviously it was something from his previous life, and I don't really know why he stopped. I mean probably as a sign he matured or maned up, like the whole girl cutting her long hair trope, but I don't consider drinking and swearing to be a sign of maturing, the same with cutting hair. Also, this is probably the worst character background I have ever seen. I mean, the only fine thing about that is that he didn't want to swear and used some interesting words instead. That was really nice and original. But all the other aspects of his background felt like somebody took the most brainless Turkey soap opera and added a femboy there just for it to gain a more 'modern' vibe. I was laughing so hard when his father decided to just randomly sign the document that in a lawyer's language would be translated with something like, "If life hits you with anything, your kids will be without anything to support their living.". Why he did that? Because he has enamored... Yeah, great reason... And later he was shameless enough to give advice to his son, who now had to work for three people. I pretty much took it as satire. There are many other quite weird things, some frustrating, some rather dumb. I mean, literally, the beginning was just a process of introducing characters to have them k*lled. The spirit of the sword and the guy who taught him the basics of fighting. The moment when Venelana gave him a warning and all that. With how much he was scared at that moment, I think he would just change schools instead. Why the plum would he just pay a year's rent? I mean, he literally was living in that room for a week or two, and just like that, he decided to pay a year's rent just to have the room in the same state when he will come back? The whole Grayfia thing was weird as pineapple. I think the author wrote in some comment that it was because she cared about her family immensely. That still doesn't explain why you would just get a guy the day after the fiasco and try to scare him. I mean, if she were caring so much, she would have a track record of thr*atening Riser whenever he was alone. And that's not mentioning that a maid wouldn't do something like that to her master's guest. While the plot twist of the blood river being the place where trihexa is sealed was good, randomly unrelasing him certainly plumming wasn't. When I thought the rushed pace would finally stabilize, it got multiplied instead. With even more fighting. It might be just me, but personally, I hate complicating the plot unnecessarily like that. The whole multiversum, world jumping, time jumping, and all that plums. I mean, if there was a need for this, wouldn't it be easier to just make the protagonist some nameless hero who would fight in the Record of Ragnarok with bare hands? And after that, let him hop worlds, because his wish would be something like "I want a place to belong." And finally, in DxD, he would find out that he is in fact a swordsman. Simple plot, but let's look for the positives. HIS WORLD WOULDN"T BE DESTROYED just so he could have a reason for world travel. Right now the author is very thorough in making every talk protagonist have last 15 minutes at maximum and characters he meets to cease existing in 1 week to 1 month from the first interaction. The Record of Ragnarok arc was quite nice, but I feel like the fights were too exaggerated, at least the second one. I mean, we already have lots of fights, so when those are also long... We are near a very dangerous border. Also, what about the whole learning the basics of blacksmithing? The MHA world looks promising. About my review, even though it is written in this kind of way, don't treat it like an attack. I'm just the kind of guy that can't stop complaining. Overall, I like this fanfic; if I didn't, I wouldn't be reading so far, and I plan to continue.

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