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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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Imminent Threat

We spent the night in Ivory’s guest house.

There were servants all around, ready to attend to our every need at a moment’s notice. In a sense, it was just like back in Larm, except they weren’t all kobolds.

Of course, we didn’t want to overstep, so we simply retired to the bedroom. We all had separate bedrooms. Normally, it’d be expected that I’d share one with Kara, but I didn’t sleep, and it got quite annoying being in the dark with my thoughts for extended periods of time.

At the moment, I was in a nicely lit room, playing with Maou.

I initially sneaked away to go check on him, but rather found him trying to escape from Julian’s grasp. That bastard wouldn’t stop bothering Maou, going on and on about training him to be the perfect evil lord or whatever

So, I did what any reasonable parent would do.

I took the month-old child away from the centuries-old creep.

And now we were just in my room.