Chapter 1: The Isekai Scam

"...you for your patronage. When would you like your Isekai service?" He asked looked at the gloomy guy wearing all black in a hoodie.

"Tomorrow. 12:00 AM" The guy said.

He nodded and smiled, "I see. You can go to the nearest road, highway, or anywhere really. Our Isekai Truck-kun Services will always find you and give you your Isekai experience."

Hearing his words, the gloomy guy's face showed a flash of happiness for a split second before he reached for his pocket and took some money from his pockets. He then gave the man $5 and said, "Here's all my money left. Are these enough?"

...Only five? Well, beggars can't be choosers.

"Of course! It's more than enough, last thing you need is to sign this waiver and these two. After that you can expect our service on your specified time." He said with a wide smile as he gave the gloomy man a five page long document.

The man didn't bother reading them at all and only glanced at them for a bit before signing all of them. Like, who reads Terms and Agreements in this day and age. Definitely not him.

After signing the papers, the gloomy man nodded at him before walking away. This made the man smile, "Thank you for your patronage, dear customer."

The gloomy man just waved his hand without looking back as he watched his retreating back. After his figure disappeared, the man showed a punchable despicable wide grin as he chuckled to himself.

"Never expected this thing to be this successful. Kekeke, who the fuck in their right mind would kill y'all depressed fuckers. I don't want to be imprisoned." He mused as he counted his earnings today.

He secured about four deals today and a total of about $125. This is definitely more profitable than working in McDonald's.

Grinning to himself, he thought about how he just posted a super suspicious and troll post on 4chan, Reddit, Twitter and Facebook about an Isekai Truck-kun Service. He didn't expect some depressos to really bite and come give him their money.

He laughed thinking about how many he earned this past week, which is about $630, enough for him to come back to his home country and live in luxury for a while after a few more transactions. Just thinking about it makes him smile ear to ear.

As for killing those sickos? Who would take the risk of life imprisonment or even death trial just for a few bucks. He totally won't go there and seek his ruin.

Not like they can report him, they probably would be the first to be questioned. And if they did report him and police comes after him, he can just show the documents those suicidal idiots signed.

After living in this world for a while, you would learn a thing or two from the government's vague and sus terms in their laws, which can be adapted to my documents. Unless you read my contracts till the last dot at the end, you won't notice the underhanded stuff I put in there.

Whistling in glee, he walked through alleyways avoiding cameras for a few minutes before removing his mask and blending in with the crowd and going to the direction of the subway.

Stopping by the red light, he thought about what he's gonna have for dinner tonight.

Hmm... McDonald's is fine but... I think I'll have a Double Cheese Whopper from Burger King for a change of pace. Chicken nuggies are getting stale after a long time of having my diet comprised of it most of the time.

As he was thinking about his meal, he brought out his phone and opened Twitter for a bit. While he was scrolling through some posts, he vaguely saw someone move and walk in his peripheral vision. So without hesitation, he, too walked forward while still looking at his phone.

Just as he took three steps forward in haste, he heard shouting from behind him, prompting him to look behind.

"—red light!!!"

Hearing these words, he subconsciously glanced at the traffic light and saw that... it was still red.

Fuck me...

Before his fucked up situation even began to sink in his brain, his thoughts were cut off as his blood and brain matter splattered and painted the road after being run over by a six wheeler truck.

"Hieeeee—!"

Shrieks and cries were heard as people shouted in fear seeing an extremely gruesome accident happen right in front of them.

"Call the police! Repor—!"

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The television then automatically shutted off after showing this scene.

"I am extremely sorry about Truck-kun's behavior. He's really just angry with you as he assumed that you were trying to steal his job from him. Again, I apologize on his behalf."

Seeing this extremely beautiful woman in a business woman's attire which is supposed to be one of the manager of afterlife, bow and apologize to him, he was kind of still in a daze.

How the fuck would my scam get me killed like this? This has to be a joke right? Truck-kun himself killed me, oh the irony!

Not minding that he was still in a daze, doubting his existence, the manager continued to explain.

"Due to the inconvenience we caused you, even though you are only a silver colored soul, we can make an exception and grant you a gold ranked privilege given that it is only the lowest type. These are your privileges."

The woman then waved her hand and a seemingly transparent holographic screen appeared in front of him.

[ Recipient: Verzai V. Villavicencio

Gold Rank Privelege (Low)

=Random System (Medium Class)

=Origin Universe Roll (Free 2 Rolls) ]

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A/N: Here I am with a new fanfic! Breh this fanfic just suddenly came and flew in my mind and I decided, "Why not write it?". And that's how we got this!

Anyway, I hope I don't butcher this one and I'm still improving in my writing. Also I am still continuing my other fanfic, I won't stop releasing them chaps so don't worry.