Truck-kun’ s undercover mission to save the world

"Honk, honk"

I totally get you truck-Kun. The word count on every chapter is nothing more than a social construct. This tool only made fools think that a story had more to offer.

Still, people celebrated it as if it was the biggest of achievements to write 100.000 words. "Look, Mom and Dad, I have written 100.000 words on WN… do you love me now?"

"Honk, honk" this time slightly sad

Yeah, I was at loss for words as well. Quantity was important, but somehow it felt like people forgot about the story they were writing. Too busy padding the word count; they missed out on so many important things.

Lovely characters, fierce battles, good smut scenes that did not read like edgy self-inserts.

Of course, none of those were as important as our Lord and Savior the Word Count. Blessed be thine increasing numbers. Praise be to thy filler words.

One day you shall take form and purge the sinners, who refuse to add unnecessary words just to get a clear message across, which anyone with a brain functioning might have already guessed; but simply to make sure that anybody gets it you add another 2 sentences that say the same thing in other words.

Basically, you repeat stuff to make the word count go BRR

Honk, Honk. HoOoOonk! The Isekai truck was showing how concerned it was about the current development of placing so much importance on the number of words.

The truck also reminded me to refer to it, by its given-name Steve. We were in this secret mission together, after all.

Should we fail in our task, the world would never be the same. It would literally go kapoof. And Steve could never live in a world without sexy anime people on those novel covers.

The human meatbags though could burn for all it cared─they were only worth saving, cuz someone had to draw the sexy anime guys and gals.

Steve did not hate the flesh people, it really just wanted to save Planet Earth. Ploughing through the human masses was a good way to solve overpopulation.

HONK!!!!!! This time it was an angry honk.

Truck-Kun would like to remind people to never look left and right when crossing the road. That way the job would become easier for anyone involved.

In no way should one ever question the legitimacy of the Iseaki business, the rumour that transferred souls end up in washing machines or other strange items was nothing more than basic slander.

These fake news were not to be trusted. People should not be afraid to take the closest truck and join in on saving the many fantasy worlds that were in dire need of heroes.

For the next 10 people, our magnificent Hero maker would add legendary grade equipment into the mix. So come and join the noble cause right now!!!

Author, the author, was not sure if the advice of a human-killing sentient truck was much to be trusted… but the piece of legendary equipment was really enticing. However, do you know what was way better?

10k dollars in cash from winning the competition with my very kewl system story.

That is why I hoped that my future readers would be able to read between the lines and not throw themselves in front of a speeding car just because a sentient Truck called Steve told them to.

Let me repeat: Do not play in the oncoming traffic to get reborn, ya walnuts.

Due to the fact that not every reader of a system story might be in possession of something called basic intellect here is a dumbed-down version.

No, unga Bunga to Isekai Harem MC. Truck-kun very bad, no good for health.

Okay, I had run out of things to talk about… and 5 minutes have passed by now. So, when would we arrive at our super-secret mission location?

A time skip would be really cool to have just now. I did not want to be alone with my feelings, ya know. Who needed character depth anyways, am I right? There had to be something funny I must be able to do to pass the time.

Else I would turn into one of those "Slice of life" protagonists. How did these motherlovers manage to get readers while doing literally nothing at all?

"Oh no, I overslept what a tragedy, now my crush will hate me. Let me run with toast in my mouth to underline that it's a race against time. Oh no, how could I run into my beloved Senpai-kyah? It's not that I like him or anything- Baka. He is never allowed to know that I am such a gamer/Otaku/weeb just like him."

" I am such a cutesy clutz- uwu- tehee intensifies."

Simply thinking this caused my body to revolt in sheer disgust. My IQ dropped by 20 points, my parents disowned and my life was now tainted for all of eternity─never go full slice of life; it was never worth it.

But the damage had been done. My mind was destroyed and my sanity had spiralled out of control. I had no idea who I was anymore.

Something deep inside of me was changing, no I wanted to keep being me. Do not take me my Innocence away from me.

I was not in control anymore. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!

"Greetings Truck-Kun, It is me your totally human buddy named Author. I want to know where this secret Mission is going to take place. I was just very concerned that these dirty time-travelling policemen are trying to stop this evil plan of yours."

" Truck-Kun what are you doing with the mind neutralisation laser? Do you not recognize me? It was me your favourite human male and totally not a spy, who has taken over the consciousness of this body. Let us go bowling, as these humans like to do in their free time."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Truck-Kun you will not be able to escape your crimes forever"

…..

Well, that was weird. I must have fallen asleep because I was tired of doing all of this exposition.

Anyway, we had arrived at our destination. Our secret mission had begun.

We had to uncover the mystery surrounding MC-High, the Highschool training main characters to perform well in their novels.

I was certain there lay something dark behind this high school… something very dangerous…