Prologue

" Shit!! I'm late for work!!! " A man with bags under his eyes screamed as he brushed his teeth and pissed in the toilet bowl at the same time. His alarm clock decided to bend over and die on this particular day apparently.

" This would've been fine on any other day but this wasn't a ordinary day. Some important investors decided to visit my company to see how it operates. My boss would boil me alive in tar if I was late to something this important. " The bearded man feared as he wore his clothes with renewed vigor and determination.

Once his clothes were worn, he barged through the door of his cramped apartment carrying all of his unorganized things. He quickly threw them into the passenger seat of his car and got in himself. He slammed the accelerator on my car and drove as fast as I could towards my workplace swerving through cars and traffic, speed limits be damned.

He quickly multitasked using both of his hands, organizing and bagging his items in the passenger seat into their own bags with one hand while driving with the other. Unfortunately though, he saw a traffic jam near a intersection.

Muttering a curse under his breath, he quickly took a U-turn. He was gonna get to work, Fast and Furious style.

The gears in his head turned as his brain came up with a plan.

He activated the navigation system on his Ford and drove away from the traffic jam.

The GPS system of the Ford would automatically find the nearest path towards the destination so he only needed to drive away from the main road for it to refresh, sure enough. Once it refreshed, it showed another way towards the workplace on the screen through some alleyways and offroad areas.

Slamming the accelerator again and driving like a madman, multiple trucks almost made collision with his car, a lot of times but I dodged them all. He was determined to reach my office no matter the cost. Now that he thought think about, why do all the trucks look the same?? Whatever, who cares.

Once he got out of the last alley, John saw his office, he quickly parked his Ford and made a mad dash towards the office. He could already see the investors about to enter the building. Too engrossed in reaching the building first that I never noticed a fatal threat closing in on me from the side.

Multiple ribs were broken as a the infamous Truck-Kun broke multiple of John's ribs, taking his life in the process

His body landed right in front of the entrance of the building. Infront of the horrified investors gazes. 

Disbelief was the only thing in John's mind before he passed away because it was the same f*cking truck that he almost collided with several times on his rush towards the workplace that killed me.

The next thing our protagonist saw was hard to describe. It was like what nothing would look like if it was a color, left with only his thoughts, the void of nothingness around him, and the feeling of weightlessness. He speculated about how he died.

Maybe someone hired a hitman to kill him?? But who would do that? He was friendly with everyone, he only had enemies during high school and college when I was still young and impulsive so who would want me gone??

Was this a dream?? Is all of what happened a mere construct of his imagination?

In the middle of his speculation, he saw a bright light coming from far away, it got closer and closer to him at a fast pace. It got closer and closer and enveloped the man inside.

The surroundings changed from nothing to the interior of a palace that was blindingly white.

Uh... TeeSsSTing, tEstInG, testing!! 

John suddenly heard someone talk with a echo like he was from the heavens. He looked in the sound's the direction and saw a light brighter than the sun.

Hello young child.

You must have a lot of questions on why you are here, ask away.

" Who are you? Is this Heaven?? " John asked incredulously while looking around and squinting his eyes due to the bright light.

I'm simply someone who's a bit stronger than normal and unfortunately, this is not Heaven Young child. You are here for a different purpose. I chose you to transmigrate to another world.

" Is this a dream and why me?? " He questioned with apprehension.

This is not a dream I will produce a sensation that will prove it to you

John suddenly felt unbearable cold and heat for a couple of seconds but not enough to be painful.

And the 2nd is because I'm tired, I always transmigrate edgelords, heroes, young masters, bashers, villains, the list goes on. I'm simply tired of their shenanigans. I figured that reincarnating the most average person I could find would be a breath of fresh air.

Taking a deep breath to take in all the information, he asked again " What now?? I still have a family back in my world. How will they deal with it?? "

I have already replaced you with a clone that survived the crash, the only thing left is if you agree or not.

John thought to himself with a bit of anger ' Man this guy is an asshole, killing me just to entertain him '

I did not kill you. I only choose the souls of the dead to transmigrate, I had no hand in your death.

Surprised by the fact that he could read my mind I took a step back.

I also didn't read your thoughts, I simply predicted them, I have transferred thousands of souls by now so I know what they usually think of.

" How will I survive?? I might get f*cked in the ass by the world you're sending me to. " John asked while fearing being sent to Warhammer 40k

I'll send you a few gifts, they will be randomly selected so prepare yourself. Now enough chitchat.

He heard a sudden clap and the light around the supposed God's figure intensified tenfold. John then sensed a familiar feeling of weightlessness as his surroundings went black. 

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Authors Note: What do you think of this chap?? Please inform me of the grammar errors so I can correct them, Please give suggestions and constructive criticism about the storytelling, don't just leave a spam negative review with img=faceslap or I will delete it, please cut the first few chapters some slack bec I'm a newbie author

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