Prologue

Hey, do you know who is the God of Death and Reincarnation? It is Truck-sama!

I was just a normal office worker who wasted away his life making money for my company.

After drinking some lemonade, as a proud rare non-alcoholic animal, I was driving myself home.

My life had been colourless like that. 27, no girlfriend, virgin.

It's not like I was not popular. A friend had a crush on me in High School. She confessed to me and I asked my mom for advice, as it was the first time I got a confession. I was not exactly good looking. Even now, I am a shorty of 5'5".

But she was attracted to me always getting top marks in school and closely knew me, being in the same friends group. She got second place every time.

But I did a mistake by asking mom. It's only in the films that parents are so supportive that they even allow primary school kids to have a girlfriend/boyfriend.

My mom apparently knew the girl's mom, and started insulting her daughter on phone that kids shouldn't be in a relationship and focus on studying.

Because of her bad behaviour, even though I apologized several times, our long lasting friendship ended and she completely stopped talking to me.

Our friends group disbanded after that incident, and the situation hasn't improved much from then.

When I entered college, my mom was the same telling me to focus on studies instead of girls.

And when I got job, she was suddenly asking me for grandchildren.

... Parents are weird creatures.

And that's how I died single, courtesy to traffic accident where Truck-sama crashed into me by changing lane to overtake a car.

That's what I remember last happened to me.

And that's why it should be understandable that I am in a hospital.

But I am confused. Because I certainly didn't have long red hair. I certainly wasn't a girl. I certainly didn't have boobs. And I certainly didn't have an old aunt who looks really older than my mom.

And I certainly didn't have the name 'Mary Jane Watson!

Aaaarggggggh!