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My Reincarnation as a Chicken

Akira Kuromiya is just an average high schooler who gets killed by a robber. He wakes up and is now a chicken!? Even worse he becomes the familiar of a girl who"s apparently the heiress of a powerful clan. That was for a short while though, as he was abandoned and woke up to find out he, now she, is trapped in a deadly magical forest with all sorts creatures trying to kill her. The world she finds herself is one of magic and monsters like the manga she's been reading. Akira, now Hinotori is trying to live her life as a chicken in another world! Tags: Isekai, Adventure, Action, Weak-to-strong, Monster, Evolution, System, LitRPG, Yuri, Overpowered MC, Harem, Demons The book is quite slow paced, with some arcs seeming quite useless and boring. However, I promise, every arc is important and I urge you to continue. If you can't, I won't try to stop you because the choice is yours. Over the few months this story's been up I've come to notice one common comment. The MC is stupid. Well, that's just how she is at the the beginning. A selfish entitled brat who believed the world was against her(previously him) after some mistakes she made. I mean, what's a story without personal growth? The character growth is slow and annoying, but it's there. MC will have to learn to make the bigger and smarter decisions with not only his life on the line. If you also can't wait to see a person change, that's fine too. I can't change your mind on that. All I'm saying is give it a shot. Anyway, that's it for my blurb!

Rados47 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
361 Chs

Preliminary Tournament Pt.I

A miniscule gelatine substance sneakily, passed through the starkly silent narrow alleys of the city.

Honestly, it was in quite the rough shape, although one wouldn’t be able to tell at a single glance.

It started out in the form of a child, roaming the streets in search of something. However, the moment the mist took notice of the strange being, it attacked relentlessly, barely leaving a moment for the slime to survive.

Were it not for the slime’s quick reaction, it wouldn’t have survived at all. Or rather, it was luck that diverted the mist’s attention at the very last moment, allowing the slime to escape with just this tiny bit of itself.

The wad of slime slowly rolled to a stop in the crevices of the cracked pavement, as if to hide itself entirely. Why? The slime wasn’t sure, but its instincts were blaring. Warning it to hide.