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!

My Reincarnation as a Chicken

‘Sheesh, those guys can’t take a joke.’ 


By those guys, I was referring to Ulva and co. of course. I made an on-the-spot joke about them entering my stomach and they were actually on their way to do so. 


Sure, they would have remained in a state of suspension inside my [World Eater] skill, but the thought of swallowing them up was gross in my head. I left them off in the dungeon and went out with the little fella. 


It commented while in my arms. I looked at it curiously, not sure what to tell it. A question came to my mind. 


I let out an exasperated breath. I couldn’t produce breast milk; hence I was in the clear. Then again, I was a bird and birds didn’t produce milk for their offspring. 


The only thing I could think about were worms, insects and… seeds? I guess I had seeds. 


Attack Of The 8th Grader Pt.III