Template system in High school : DXD Chapter 1 1: Start

The main character is returning from his job, walking ho.

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Day and night, I sleep just right—

With eyes closed, yet wide awake, I dream away.

My nights are gone; the days have replaced them,

And now, I wander in dreams cast awide.

Oh my God… how am I still alive?

Look at —do I seem like soone who survives?

I have passion—

Or had.

I've forgotten what it feels like.

So I search. Awide. Afar. Within.

Oh, Guide,

You ca to lead —

And I want to follow, believe .

But I couldn't take your hand.

Because I've decided to walk.

Alone—

And walk toward the path.

So tell —

Am I dead… or alive?

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I've started to forget who I am.

What did I do yesterday?

I can't rember.

I don't know what I ate, what I felt—

It's all fading.

Am I dying?

Where did it all go wrong?

My past?

I don't care much for it.

What consus now is the dilemma:

Absolute peace—or absolute violence.

Two paths I've stumbled upon

After hours and hours of fiction consumption.

And no, I'm not so deadbeat.

I have a job.

But I'm alone.

I have a family—two brothers—

Who, if they knew what I was going through,

Would probably beat the shit out of .

Out of love. Maybe.

But still—

Why am I like this?

Why am I entangling my life

In these pointless, spiraling thoughts?

Because I'm bored.

Of this mundane life.

But I don't hate it.

If I had to bla anything—

I'd bla Vinland Saga.

There was a ti I wanted to join the army—

Get into special ops.

Go on missions where it's either or the enemy who dies.

Simple. Clean.

Purposeful.

But those two seasons of Vinland

Shifted my entire worldview.

Still…

The craving for violence hasn't gone.

This aching desire to prove

That I'm stronger.

That I matter.

That I can.

So—

What should I do?

The man turns his head.

A blinding light.

He's standing mid-crosswalk.

A truck—

Too fast—

Too close—

Too late.

And just like that—

He's gone.

I opened my eyes.

A blinding whiteness surrounded —an empty room, sterile and silent.

And then… I noticed a figure.

A glowing silhouette, almost blinding. Pure white. Vague in shape, yet unmistakably human.

"Just like Fulltal Alchemist," I muttered to myself.

I squinted at the figure. "Hello? God?"

A: "Call A."

I steadied myself, still reeling. "Why am I here?"

A: "Duh. You died. Truck-kun"

I fell silent, absorbing the truth like a punch to the gut. "...I see."

Swallowing my nerves, I asked, "Can I know what I'm doing here?"

A: "You have two options.

Option one: Go to Heaven—or Hell, depending on the paperwork.

Option two: Get reincarnated in a fictional world."

A beat of silence. Then—

"Wait, really?" I said. "Can I choose which world?"

A: "No. And please choose quickly—I don't have all day."

"Option two," I said without hesitation. "I choose reincarnation."

A: "Alright then. I grant each soul a boon before they're sent off. A gift, of sorts. For you, I've decided to bestow a template system. You can start with one template. It's very important—so choose wisely."

For the first ti since I died, I felt a flicker of excitent.

Still anxious—sure. Who wouldn't be, when you might end up in Attack on Titan or Berserk and get your head bitten off in the first five minutes?

But now…

I had a chance. A real chance to live and maybe even enjoy life.

"Gojo Satoru," I declared.

A: "No."

"Why not?"

A: "Don't ask questions. I won't answer next ti.

Too many people picked Gojo already. It's too overpowered for a first run."

I frowned. "Fine. Garp."

A: "Co down to a basic level, please."

I was getting irritated. "John Wick."

A: "Overused."

"Jason Bourne. Jas Bond."

A: "No. And no."

"Usopp."

A's glowing outline shifted—almost like it was smirking.

A: "Still no."

I sighed, realizing this wasn't going anywhere. Ti to negotiate.

"Okay," I said, thinking aloud. "How about this—

I give you three options, and you pick one. Fair?"

A was silent for a mont.

Then, as if musing aloud: "Hmm… interesting. The V might like that. A vote-based system. But he could slip in three strong picks and bypass the restriction… How would I handle that?"

"You said that out loud," I pointed out.

A: "...Did I? Huh."

: "Yes. But look, I won't rig the choices. I'll pick stuff that's strong, yeah—but nothing broken. You can even veto if you hate them."

A: "Alright. You've made this fun. Off you go, then. I'll decide and it'll reach you later."

I blinked. "Hey! At least tell where I'm going first!"

A smirked—visibly this ti.

A: "High School DxD."