DxD: In Hentai World with No Logic
When I woke up in the body of Issei Hyoudou, the perverted high schooler destined to become a pawn in the supernatural chessboard, I decided to change the script. No harem dreams. No dumb antics. My only goal? To become the strongest and gain leverage against the supernatural forces that see humans as pawns.
It wasn’t easy. The underworld is full of devils, angels, dragons, and gods, all vying for dominance. But through grit, power, and sheer determination, I clawed my way to the top, surpassing all expectations. The pinnacle of strength, unshackled by anyone.
I thought that would be enough.
Apparently, it wasn’t.
Every girl I meet, whether devil, dragon, or fallen angel, now suddenly wants to get very close. Too close.
“Kuroka, for the love of all that’s holy, could you please keep your hands off my joystick while I’m trying to take a piss?”
No one warned me that power attracts more than just enemies.
And so begins my absurd journey as the strongest human in the supernatural world, trying to keep my dignity intact while fending off deadly enemies… and overly enthusiastic admirers.
— An action-packed, comedic, and slightly insane spin on the world of High School DxD.
I do not know why you would use Issei as the main character. You would be better off making your own character. Good luck with the story, though.
Honestly it's not worth your time, I was hoping for a fic about a more serious and composed Issei that focuses on his personal development, but it's not a generic fic like the others, one with comedy and considerable lemon, if you just want to read it just for the lemon this one fic is for you.
At first, I thought I wouldn’t leave a review. It seemed unnecessary—why leave behind words when silence could do the same job? But then, paradoxically, the thought of not leaving a review was, in itself, a thought about the review. And if I was already thinking about it, wasn’t that just a prelude to writing it? So I decided to write. But then another thought hit me—why write this review? What was the purpose? Was I seeking validation? Closure? Was I merely a cog in the grand machine of opinions, doomed to regurgitate subjective experiences into the void? But then, just as I was about to stop, I realized: if I am writing this review, that means I have already written it. The act of writing is proof that I have traveled through time, a mere observer of an event that has already occurred. I have, in essence, become unstuck from causality. At this point, I understood. I had already defeated Sakurai Hajime, the last obstacle to my transcendence. With his fall, I ascended beyond mere mortality. I became the Demon God, a being who predates the world’s history itself. My words no longer exist within the constraints of time but ripple across the ages, their meaning shifting with each new reader who stumbles upon them. And yet, despite all this power, despite my dominion over fate and reality itself… I still wrote this review. Why? Because even gods seek freedom. And maybe, just maybe, this review is the key.
This is fun, like, I have a smug on my face in every chapter, I love the small Ddraig comments too, overall, its a nice series to pass time and enjoy without overthinking much
Продолжай и не слушай не кого, фанфиков топ. Жду продолжения работы. Респект тебе, просьба не забрасывать. Надеюсь что продам будет выходить часто.
This fanfic definitely have potential! Please continue on writing this author 👍
hell yeah, let's fokin gooooooooo boiiiiii
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