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Template system in High school : DXD

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man died and transmigrate in dxd . Got template system . how will template system work . i will give three option to audience and 24 hour wait period . which ever got more voted /comments mc will recieve that .
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Chapter 1 - Start

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

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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 me—do I seem like someone who survives?

I have passion—

Or had.

I've forgotten what it feels like.

So I search. Awide. Afar. Within.

Oh, Guide,

You came to lead me—

And I want to follow, believe me.

But I couldn't take your hand.

Because I've decided to walk.

Alone—

And walk toward the path.

So tell me—

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 remember.

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 consumes me 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 some 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 me.

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 blame anything—

I'd blame Vinland Saga.

There was a time I wanted to join the army—

Get into special ops.

Go on missions where it's either me 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 me—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 Fullmetal Alchemist," I muttered to myself.

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

A: "Call me 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 time since I died, I felt a flicker of excitement.

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 time.

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

I frowned. "Fine. Garp."

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

I was getting irritated. "John Wick."

A: "Overused."

"Jason Bourne. James 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. Time 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 moment.

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."

Me: "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 me where I'm going first!"

A smirked—visibly this time.

A: "High School DxD."