Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
Before we dive into this new chapter, I just wanted to let you all know that I've officially uploaded my second book on Wattpad!
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My original plan was to release it after finishing the Asakusa Arc, but I thought, "You know what, screw it— the might as well just go for it and get it out there."
Plus, I still have three, maybe four, more chapters left to wrap up the Asakusa Arc for good, so I'm not exactly sure when I'll get that done since I'm still busy with college. So, yeah... better to keep things rolling in the meantime!
I've just uploaded my High School DxD book alongside a new chapter here, so if you're already a fan of DxD, I really hope you enjoy it as much as this one!
Just a heads-up, the new book is marked as mature. I mean, it is High School DxD we're talking about here, so you know what to expect—spicy fan service and a large harem~ 😏 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
Thanks for sticking with me, and enjoy the new chapter!
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As Myron disappeared into the thick crowd of Asakusa, he quickly ducked into the nearest alleyway. The dim alley, with its narrow passages and shadowed corners, offered him some much-needed cover. He needed to stay out of sight—especially with so many people eyeing him due to his unique appearance.
"How am I supposed to find Tanjiro and Nezuko now?" Myron muttered under his breath, glancing at the busy streets just beyond the alley's edge. The mass of people, the lights, and the energy of Asakusa made him feel like an outsider. "If I walk out there again, they'll all stare at me, and I'll just cause more trouble."
He sighed, tugging at the haori draped around his shoulders. "If only this haori had a hood...it'd make things a lot easier. And I should've hidden my sword sooner." Myron grumbled as he tucked the sword more securely under his haori. "This city is packed with people. How am I supposed to fight demons in a place this crowded?"
Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes, trying to think of his next steps. He had no idea where Tanjiro and Nezuko were, and the looming threat of demons made everything more complicated. The weight of his mission pressed down on him, and for a moment, it felt almost too much to bear.
Just then, a strange sound cut through his thoughts.
