The Man, The Myth, The... NPC?

Rudra Raja Kumara was the living embodiment of the word "average." Average height. Average face. Average everything. If you tossed him into a crowd, he'd blend in so perfectly that even facial recognition software would shrug and give up. His life was a colorless slideshow of 9-to-6 office shifts, instant fast-food, and late-night marathons of anime, movies, and fanfic novels.

Talents? Nonexistent. Skills? As bare as his fridge. Luck? Let's just say, if a group lottery ticket had five winners, he'd be the sixth guy holding the same numbers. He wasn't cursed, but he wasn't blessed either. The universe simply forgot he existed. To top it all off, he lacked ambition, dreams, or any real goals—making him a perfect NPC in the grand simulation known as Earth.

But Rudra had one unwavering belief—Truck-kun.

The legendary force of reincarnation. The chariot of second chances. The holy harbinger of isekai adventures. Truck-kun, in Rudra's mind, was the unsung hero transporting pathetic souls like his to worlds where they could finally matter.

"One day, Truck-kun will come for me. One day…" Rudra would whisper every morning, staring at the street outside his apartment, sipping on cheap coffee with dead eyes.

It was a typical morning. The sun shined with the same indifference as always. Rudra dragged his tired body down the street toward his office—a dull gray building that reeked of mediocrity. His earphones blasted the opening of his favorite anime, and he mentally prepared for another soul-sucking day.

That's when it happened.

Honk! Honk!

The distinct roar of an engine.

Rudra's eyes widened. His head snapped toward the sound, heart thumping with pure excitement. Truck-kun?

A large delivery truck sped down the street. And right in its path—a small child, oblivious to the approaching danger, chasing after a rolling ball.

"This is it! The classic setup! A kid in danger, the truck speeding in—Truck-kun's making a move!"

But before Rudra could bolt into action, he spotted someone else.

A teenage boy. Handsome. Heroic aura practically glowing. Hair perfectly windswept. The kind of protagonist you'd see in anime intros standing against a sunset.

The boy dashed like a hero from a shounen anime.

No... no no no... Rudra's brain went into overdrive. This kid... he's definitely the chosen one! Truck-kun's target! He'll get isekai'd with cheat abilities, a harem, and a destiny to entertain some ROB!

Rudra wasn't about to let that happen.

"Not today, pretty boy."

As the handsome teen reached the child and pushed him to safety, the inevitable happened—the truck loomed closer. The boy stood there, ready to take the hit. The perfect heroic sacrifice.

And the perfect ticket to another world.

But Rudra had other plans.

With speed he didn't know he had and fueled by sheer desperation for a second chance, he ran. Faster than his legs had ever carried him. The crowd gasped. The handsome boy turned his head, eyes widening.

"Surprise isekai speedrun, baby!" Rudra cackled internally.

With one final push, Rudra shoved the would-be hero out of harm's way.

"Wait—what are you—?!" the boy exclaimed.

BAM!

The truck struck Rudra with full force.

The world blurred. Pain exploded across his body. But amidst it all, Rudra smiled. A wide, goofy grin.

"I did it... I stole the MC's isekai moment... I'm finally... going... to another world..."

With that final thought, Rudra's body hit the pavement, motionless. The crowd screamed. The handsome boy stared in shock. But Rudra's face remained frozen in pure, unadulterated bliss.

Pitch Black Void.

Rudra Raja Kumara floated there, a glowing white soul bobbing in a sea of absolute darkness. He looked down at his new form—smooth, featureless, and eerily shiny.

"Huh... so this is the afterlife? Kind of minimalist. Zero stars for the decor, honestly."

He spun around. No angels. No pearly gates. No demon offering infernal contracts. Only the void.

"Yo! ROB? Random Omnipotent Being? Truck-kun sent me! Where's the welcome committee?!"

Silence.

Until it wasn't.

BOOM!

A cosmic rumble echoed. The darkness shifted. And suddenly—he appeared.

A figure cloaked in shimmering cosmic robes, eyes glinting like collapsing stars, voice dripping with divine irritation.

"YOU."

Rudra blinked. "Me? Uh, hi! Nice robe, by the way. Loving the whole galaxy-chic vibe you've got going on."

"HOW. DARE. YOU."

The void trembled. Rudra gulped.

"Okay, that's a strong opener. But context, please?"

"YOU. STOLE. SOMEONE'S. ISEKAI. MOMENT!"

Rudra scratched his non-existent head. "Ohhh, you mean that handsome kid? Come on, he was clearly destined for greatness! I did him a favor—saved him from cliché protagonist stress."

ROB's cosmic eyes narrowed. Galaxies collapsed somewhere in the distance.

"EXPLAIN YOURSELF BEFORE I ERASE YOU FROM EXISTENCE."

Rudra fell to his knees. (Well, he tried. Floating soul problems.)

"Please! You don't understand! My life? Pathetic. Average job, average looks, average everything! My only joy was watching anime, movies, and reading fanfics about people living cool lives!"

He clasped his translucent hands together.

"But ME? I was background noise! No ambition. No talent. Just a glorified NPC! All I wanted was a chance—a chance to mean something! And who better to give me that chance than the mighty, awe-inspiring, ridiculously handsome ROB?"

Silence.

ROB hovered there. Unblinking.

"...Ridiculously handsome?"

"Absolutely! Like, you could be on cosmic magazine covers! The Nebula's Next Top Deity!"

ROB coughed. Or maybe stars exploded. Same difference.

"...Very well. You have entertained me."

"State your wishes. You get three."

Rudra's soul shimmered with excitement.

"YES! Okay—first wish: The Ultimate Helping System!"

ROB raised an eyebrow.

"Explain."

"An AI system that can—

1) Travel the multiverse with me.

2) Create flawless backstories in any universe.

3) Give me all the traits I need in the multiverse.

4) Build a quantum-computer-level mind palace, status panel, skills list, unlimited inventory with fusion functions—basically, OP but with style."

"Granted."

DING! A soft chime echoed. Somewhere, an AI named MAYA stretched awake.

"Second wish?"

"The Ultimate Body and Soul!" Rudra grinned. "With extreme intelligence, adaptability, comprehension, and control—over {mind, soul, body, energies, and hormones!} Plus, an unbreakable will and unmanipulated soul."

"Granted."

BOOM! Rudra's soul glowed brighter, feeling power coiling within.

"Third?"

"My trump card: Eclipse Mirage! A deadly combo of Shadow Clone Jutsu and Mystique's shapeshifting—perfect copies or different copies , impossible to detect."

ROB's cosmic lips twitched. "Ambitious."

"Gotta keep things entertaining, right?"

"Granted."

WHOOSH! The void itself seemed to ripple at the power being bestowed.

ROB loomed closer.

"You have your wishes. Now BEGONE."

"Wait—shouldn't there be some heartwarming farewell or—"

FWAP!

A cosmic foot. One divine boot.

Rudra: LAUNCHED.

"WAAAAAIT—!"

ZOOM!

Through dimensions, realities blurred. Rudra's laughter echoed, blending with distant anime openings.

"MULTIVERSE, HERE I COOOOOME!"

To Be Continued...

With great power comes great irresponsibility. Buckle up.