Reincarnated in DxD: The Omnitrix Chronicles

Ren's POV

My first memory in this new world wasn't anything grand or spectacular. No flashes of light, no voices from the heavens, and certainly no ominous prophecy. I woke up in a bed—comfortable, warm, and entirely ordinary. The ceiling above me was plain white, and the only sound in the room was the faint hum of an air conditioner.For a long moment, I just stared at that ceiling, trying to piece together what was happening. My body felt different. Lighter, somehow. And there was a persistent, nagging feeling in the back of my mind, like I'd forgotten something important. But I couldn't quite put my finger on it.That's when it hit me—I didn't know where I was.I sat up abruptly, scanning the room with wide eyes. It was a small, cozy bedroom with light blue walls, a single window letting in the soft glow of morning sunlight, and a bookshelf crammed with a mix of novels and textbooks. Posters of various anime characters adorned the walls, and there was a desk in the corner cluttered with papers, a laptop, and a few scattered pens.It was a perfectly normal room… but it wasn't mine.Panic began to creep in. Where the hell was I? The last thing I remembered was—I froze.The last thing I remembered… was dying.My heart started racing as fragmented memories rushed to the surface. An accident. Darkness. Cold. And then… nothing. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the images into some kind of coherent order, but they were disjointed, like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together.And yet, the more I thought about it, the more certain I became that this wasn't a dream. The clarity, the vividness of my surroundings—this was real.I forced myself to calm down. Panicking wouldn't get me anywhere. I needed to figure out what was going on. I took a deep breath, then looked down at myself. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt and grey pyjama pants. My hands… they were smaller than I remembered. Thinner.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, wobbling slightly as I adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation of this new body. Slowly, I made my way over to the desk, where a small mirror was propped up against the wall. I hesitated for a second, then leaned in to look at my reflection.The face that stared back at me was… not mine.It was younger—no older than sixteen, with shaggy black hair that fell into a pair of deep, brown eyes. There was a faint scar just above the left eyebrow, and a slight smirk tugging at the corner of the mouth, as if I was amused by something only I knew.I wasn't."What the hell…?" I whispered, raising a hand to touch my face. The reflection mimicked my movements perfectly, confirming what I already knew. This was my new face. My new body.I didn't recognize it, but there was something oddly familiar about the eyes. Like I'd seen them before, maybe in a different context, or a different life.I turned away from the mirror, trying to process the situation. If this wasn't my body, then who the hell was I? And more importantly, where was I?Before I could dive too deeply into that rabbit hole, the sound of footsteps approached the door. I tensed, instinctively stepping back as it creaked open."Ren? Are you awake?"A girl poked her head into the room, her voice light and concerned. She looked about the same age as my new reflection, with long, straight black hair that cascaded down her back and sharp, violet eyes. She was wearing a school uniform—a navy blue blazer over a white shirt and red tie, with a matching skirt. Her expression softened when she saw me, and she smiled warmly."Good morning, sleepyhead. I was starting to think you were going to miss breakfast."Breakfast? I stared at her, my mind racing. Did she know me? Was this… my sister? The word felt strange and unfamiliar, but something deep inside told me that it was right. That this girl, whoever she was, was important to me.But for the life of me, I couldn't remember her name."Uh, yeah," I said, trying to sound casual despite the growing unease in my chest. "Just… had a weird dream, that's all."She raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but didn't press the issue. "Well, come on. Mom's making pancakes, and you know how she gets when we're late."Mom? Another jolt of confusion hit me, but I nodded and followed her out of the room. The hallway outside was just as ordinary as the bedroom—wooden floors, white walls, and a few framed photos hanging on the wall. I couldn't bring myself to look at them too closely.As we walked, I tried to focus on the girl ahead of me, racking my brain for any scrap of memory that might tell me who she was. But it was like trying to grasp smoke. Every time I thought I had something, it slipped away.We reached the kitchen, where the smell of pancakes and syrup filled the air. A woman was standing at the stove, humming softly as she flipped a pancake onto a plate. She turned when we entered, and her face lit up with a warm smile."There you are, Ren. I was starting to think you'd sleep through breakfast again."She had the same dark hair as the girl and the same violet eyes. If this was my mother, then the girl must be my sister. But the familiarity didn't make the situation any less surreal."Morning, Mom," I said automatically, my voice sounding foreign to my ears. I felt like I was on autopilot, going through the motions while my mind scrambled to catch up.We sat down at the table, and I watched as they chatted casually about school, friends, and other mundane topics. I nodded and smiled in the right places, but my mind was elsewhere. Trying to piece together how I ended up here. Why I was here. And most importantly, who I was supposed to be.Then, like a sudden lightning strike, something clicked. A name, buried deep in the recesses of my mind, surfaced. It wasn't much, but it was a start.Ren. My name was Ren.But who was I before?Before I could chase that thought, I felt a sudden pang in my chest—a sharp, intense pain that made me gasp. My hand flew to my chest, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I thought I was having a heart attack.Then, just as quickly as it came, the pain vanished, leaving behind a strange warmth. A sense of power, dormant but unmistakable, thrumming just beneath the surface of my skin.I looked down at my hand, half-expecting to see something out of the ordinary. But it was just a normal hand. Shaking slightly, I curled it into a fist and took a deep breath.Something was happening to me—something beyond the mystery of my rebirth. And whatever it was, it was powerful. Dangerous, even.But I'd figure it out. One step at a time. I had to.After all, there was no going back now.