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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!

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Oxaivalon Empire (2)

“Welcome to the Oxaivalon Empire. I trust you encountered little trouble during your trip through our magnificent empire.”, A goat beast man with gigantic curled horns said, with a pleasant smile.

“They took the sky.”, The feather faced guard corrected, his glares stuck on me in particular. For some reason, he really, really didn’t trust me. Then again, I did just try to illegally enter the city he’s meant to be protecting, so a little scrutiny was deserved.

“Oh, well, at least our skies are clear.”, The geriatric goat said, readjusting his monocle.

“All skies are clear, Quillburn.”

“Ah, yes. That is true, but… hm, at least they caused no troubles.”

“None that we’ve heard of…”, Finally, we got him to be less hostile. But just then, as if he’d read my mind, his eyes narrowed down on me in an intense warning. “Yet.”

Spoke too soon.