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[High School DxD x Solo Leveling Fanfic] A world wrapped in war and conflict. Beings are so powerful that they come from the myths themselves. Dangers at every turn. In front of this, a young man remains perennial before difficulties. "... Arise."
"Ah, today is a good day."
I stretched and looked at the midday sun streaming through the window with a smile on my face.
I then got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
While sleepily going about my morning activity, I noticed something strange.
In the mirror, an unfamiliar Asian male face was watching me.
"...."
After finishing dropping everything, I pulled up my pants and subsequently washed my hands.
Without further delay, I moved my face closer to the mirror.
I touched, stretched, and varied my expressions.
Something seemed to churn in my stomach.
My heart beat faster and faster.
"Is this a dream…?" I said in dismay.
If that were the case, I had to check it out.
I pinched my arm with determination to the point where my skin turned red, not far from creating a bruise.
It didn't work.
Everything stayed the same.
Same room, same bathroom, same body.
I think I can understand it a little.
I had transmigrated.
I was not a regular reader of web novels, but I had some experience in that culture.
A random guy wakes up in a foreign body and gets a golden finger.
Starting from there, a journey to the top of life.
Or something like that.
To add, he may have murdered this person by taking his body.
"... I want to go home."
I felt tears about to well up in my eyes.
"No, wait!"
I was taking too many steps forward, taking certain assumptions as truth.
Whereupon, I searched the room and found a somewhat old desktop computer.
I didn't recognize the brand name, which evoked a certain ominous feeling in me.
By the way, can I understand Japanese?
Because my head was full of questions and wonderings, I didn't notice it.
Well, that was not important now.
I turned on the computer.
I searched Google, Facebook, Twitter and so on.
But those web pages seemed to have disappeared altogether.
Eventually, I used pages that looked alike, trying to find my loved ones and me.
But it only ended in disappointment.
I could no longer contain myself.
I cried.
Tears ran down my face.
"Damn it!"
I complained about everything I could.
Starting from God, the universe, or whatever brought this on.
I clenched my fists tightly.
My previous life went down the drain.
I remembered my parents, friends, people I got along with, and people I didn't get along with.
I realized that you wouldn't appreciate things until you actually lost them.
I judged myself for being so oblivious.
However, I had to calm down.
I looked for solutions, even if they are absurd.
In desperate situations, desperate measures.
"System, wake up!"
"I summon you Exodia!"
"ka-me-ha-ha-me-ha!"
After a long while, I finished.
How embarrassing.
I felt my face burn.
I tried everything, but nothing seemed to work.
Except suicide, of course.
I don't remember dying, and I was a completely healthy person.
So I ruled that option out from the start.
I couldn't help but give a middle finger to life as I resigned myself to my fate.
I looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer.
10:00 am on Saturday.
I could relax and think a little, I guess.
I wore a white T-shirt, black pants and tennis shoes.
I let out an involuntary sigh.
I walked out of the room and down the stairs of the two-story house.
I looked around, but no one seemed to live here besides me.
How convenient, I should say.
If I had to act like someone else without particularly knowing anything about this one, it would inevitably be awkward and annoying.
I was grateful, but one thing doesn't take away from the other.
This continued to suck.
I rummaged around for a while and found the house keys.
There was no need to look for the wallet. It was on the desk next to the computer.
As I stepped outside, the sun hit me full-on.
It was comfortable.
But remembering everything that had happened, my mood soured.
I walked on the well-paved streets with no trash in sight for a while.
From time to time, people in casual clothes and suits passed me.
The stores were varied, piquing my curiosity.
But I was attracted to the drinks from a vending machine; because of the thirst. So I went to one of them first.
I checked my wallet and took some yen.
When I inserted them and selected the drink, it fell off the shelf, so I could pick it up.
I opened it and there was a sound of gas being released.
I drank a few sips.
"Not bad," I said refreshed.
Whereupon, I walked to a restaurant.
By this time, I hadn't had breakfast.
I lacked any kind of culinary skills, so spending money was inevitable.
Also, in the fridge, there wasn't much to work with.
Eat bread with mustard? No, thanks.
I should learn to cook, I decided.
Besides, I wonder what it would be like to get a job in this place.
Apparently, I was a freshman at an academy.
Should I keep going?
Considering that this was a second chance objectively speaking, albeit an unwanted one, I should.
The study may not ensure anything, but without it, everything would certainly be more difficult; causing several cumbersome restrictions and inconveniences.
I understood that very well from my past experiences.
Unfortunately, I was in Japan.
Difficult is a good word to describe this country.
I was not a diligent student in my previous life, in fact, I was lousy.
I became discouraged.
Letting out my second sigh of the day, I entered the store.
The sound of a bell announced my arrival.
I looked around.
It was a fairly normal store, with menus on the tables.
I walked over and sat down on one of them.
"Welcome. Would you like to order something?"
Suddenly, a voice greeted me.
I looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a slight smile plastered on his face.
He seemed to be a nice person.
"Yes, thank you," I said and pointed to a dish on the menu. "Miso soup, please."
"Very good choice. It won't be long."
The man complimented and departed in the direction of the kitchen.
I nodded and looked at the man's back for a brief moment and then focused my gaze on the streets.
I had more or less decided what I would do.
Go to the academy and study hard.
In that, find a part-time job.
That should be enough for now.
"Here it is. Enjoy it."
A few minutes later, food was served at my table.
Then, I remembered something.
"Hmm... Excuse me," I called out to the man.
"Yes?"
"Good. I don't mean to intrude, but is there a bacchante?" I asked.
The man's eyes lit up, which I valued as an affirmation.
"As a matter of fact, there is an opening. A waiter position for the afternoon shift."
"Really? If it's possible, I'd like to apply."
"No problem."
Things from there went smoothly, and I ended up becoming a waiter at the restaurant.
I couldn't help but deny that I was lucky.
There were a number of coincidences in the schedule of myself and the owner, Kuta.
Besides, it was a matter of urgency.
And I was the first to arrive.
I left Yonezakura satisfied after saying goodbye to boss Kuta.
With my hands in my pockets and considering it was Saturday, I decided to take a walk.
I went a little deeper into the city.
Temples, dojos, and more.
In my previous life, it hurts every time I think of it that way. I would never have thought of traveling to Japan.
Which I regret.
However, knowing how Japanese society worked, it would only be as a tourist.
Before I knew it, dusk was approaching.
I stretched and yawned.
I should go back, take a shower to wash off the accumulated sweat, and sleep.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
I would start my job as a waiter.
The good thing was that I didn't wander too far, so it wasn't hard for me to remember where I lived.
I retraced my steps.
