Isekai is a very common word thrown around when someone dies and is thrown into a fantasy world. A person could die in all sorts of ways. With isekai, it boils down to one cause: Trucks. Trucks going at insane speeds that you can't avoid it.

Some have tried to challenge the deadly truck-kuns. Some come out cheating death, but get the short end of the stick by lightning strikes.

So, imagine how I felt when I did avoid truck-kun, only to fall to my death in a manhole.

Pretty shit death, isn't it? But, of course, it could've been worse really. In retrospect, I think getting hit by a truck would've granted me a better second life than the manhole did. I'm not saying there isn't anything wrong with it, but the more I think about it, the more I realize something:

Being a kid, sucks.

What else sucks too? Being in a catholic orphanage. I have no problem with the Catholic part, even if I'm atheist. Though, I do have a problem being an orphan because it meant my parents didn't want me.

Unless, of course, it'll be revealed to me later in my life they did it for my "safety," which I highly doubt, even though it could be a possibility.

I think I'm getting off topic here, I should focus on me being in this catholic orphanage. Apparently, from what the nuns and caretakers have rambled about in their conversations, I'm in Europe. Where in Europe? Oh, you know, Germany. For starters why that sucks, I don't even speak German.

"Lukas, are you alright?"

Yet as I say that, I can fluently understand german and speak it. If anything, that's very neat.

"I'm doing fine, no need to worry, Eva."

Eva. She's one of the other kids in the orphanage and the only friend I've made since coming here when I was six, which was four years ago. Eva is, dare I say, a tomboy in my eyes. She's a very active person, loving to play and fool around the orphanage with the other kids. Sometimes, she plays a little too rough and it earns her a little timeout session.

Atleast some semblance of authority is present.

"Lukas, Father Vasco is coming over to our orphanage today to speak with the nuns." Eva was practically bursting with joy. "I can finally talk to him about his life as a priest!"

Vasco? That name is oddly familiar to me. Where have I heard of that before in my world?

Her excitement was quite concerning to me. I felt myself questioning how devoted she was to all this. "Father Vasco?"

"Yes! The one and only Father Vasco, the best priest to ever exist! Rumors is that he is able to slay thousands of devils with ease!" Eva explained. All the while she did random hand gestures before sitting back down.

The fuck? Slay thousands of devils? That sounds like a lot of bullshit.

It did, honestly, sound like bullshit. First off, devils? I don't think I'm living in the medieval times where I have to think those are real. Second off, slaying thousands of them? Good luck with that. Even if this Father Vasco guy is able to do such feat, I highly doubt it was with help from others.

"Aren't you excited to see him? I am!" Eva shouted as she shoved herself near me.

"Uh, yeah!" I answered hesitantly.

"You don't sound so sure." She narrowed her eyes at me, gazing so intently. "Are you lying to me?"

"N-No!" I stuttered. "I'm very happy to see him and ask him about... the... the priest things!"

Smooth save, dumbass.

Even with that shit response, I felt myself internally relaxing at Eva buying it. She moved away from my personal bubble, crisscrossing on the bed.

"Well, if that's the case, then let's get going!"

Before I could protest, the girl grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bed, dragging me effortlessly out the room and into the long hallways.

"Slow down, Eva!" I yelled at the overly excited girl. Unfortunately, it fell upon deaf ears.

This girl... has too much energy.

Maybe it's because she's that excited to see Father Vasco. But who knows, maybe she's this happy whenever she here's of something that makes her, well, happy of course.

As I said before, I'm a atheist. But god almighty must I say this: Father Vasco is a fucking unit.

I don't think it was from god's divine blessing that made him into a muscular priest right now, he probably has some sort of workout routine. I wouldn't be surprised if it's similar to Saitama's own workout routine.

As I thought of that, I realized something. That realization is that Father Vasco does look familiar to me. It's as if I've seen him somewhere...

Wait a fucking minute. Vasco... Vasco Strada?

I felt something clicked in my brain instantly at the full name. A rush of memories of a forsaken, dreaded anime filled my mind.

In that very moment, I found out that I was living my second life in High fucking School DxD.

"Young man, are you okay?" Vasco asked with concern. Walking forwards, he kneeled down to face me and Eva.

"Lukas? He's okay, Father Vasco. He seems to be spacing out right now." Eva said, saving me from answering awkwardly. "I think he's stunned seeing you in person. R-Right, Lukas?"

Little did Eva and Vasco know, I was internally crying to myself. Everyone in this world doesn't know that they are living in an ecchi harem anime that has no problem showing nudity.

I should've gotten hit by truck-kun. Damn you god-... wait, god is dead.

That knowledge of knowing god is dead in DxD made the situation even more dreadful. Because it felt like I got myself in this situation. I'll forever regret my past actions that caused my death.

The soft cushion of a bed has never felt so comfortable.

I don't know why but it did. Do beds feel more comfortable when you're a kid? Maybe. But pushing that aside, I've learned some crucial things in my time at this orphanage:

The year is 1975. I'm in a catholic orphanage. The orphanage is in Germany. I'm in High School DxD.

Wait, the year is 1975 and I'm in Berlin. Oh fuck, which part of Berlin am I in-... Wait, if Vasco came here, then I'm on the west side.

Well, there's something good going for me. If I was on the east side, then I probably wouldn't have survived that long.

Still, I wanted to get the fuck out of here. Also, since the year is 1975, and Canon doesn't start till 2008, I have 33 years to go before that happens.

So not only was I stuck in Berlin during the cold war, I'm 33 years behind canon starting, in a orphanage, and 8,000 miles away from Japan, the place where DxD takes place.

Wait, do I even have a sacred gear? Fuck, I probably don't even have one. Wow, so great to see I'm off to a fantastic start in this clusterfuck ecchi anime world.

With whatever sanity I had left, I sighed. "Fuck."

Fuck indeed. I need to figure out how I'll survive in this world now. Because if I don't, I'm royally fucked.