Multiversal Conquest

Alexander Primoff was an avid 21 year old webnovel/fanfiction reader who accomplished menial things throughout his life with no particularly important achievement. His hobby was mainly reading fiction in the form of light novels, fanfictions, mangas,etc as it brought him unprecedented joy compared to his average daily life . He wasn't a NEET nor was he obese or underweight, he regularly did exercise to get his lean figure and he was not socially awkward as he had an unique charismatic aura which drew people near him.

He recently got unemployed due to his company going bankrupt and decided to cool his mind off some stress from the recent events in his live by going for a cheap drink in some random bar he could find in this nearly devoid/empty of people street.

"I wonder what's on webnovel nowadays, now that I got some time I should really check to see if there are some new/good quality fanfictions. Maybe, I'll find a FF which actually gets regularly updated and has legible writing with interesting plot or maybe a FF with a unique twist on a overused trope/idea." While Alex was having his own internal monologue, he did not notice the comically large truck until it was in a close proximity towards him.

(Moments before getting run over)

*HOOONK", Alex abruptly turned his head towards the source of the loud noise and his eyes widened. "Ay yo,what the fu-", before Alex could complete his sentence he got isekai'd by the truck.

(Truck kun-1, Alex - 0)

"Ugh, although my life is kind of over at this point my biggest regret was not staying alive to watch No Game No Life season 2 or finishing One Piece."

The soul 'opens' his 'eyes' and could only 'see'/feel the infinite eternal darkness that is present in his current area. "Woah, this is confusing how can I see in this darkness without any eyes and why are my thoughts so calm about my death and overall situation, speaking of which am I stuck in the void or in purgatory. Am I going to get a golden finger or wishes from ROBs or God and get reincarnated due to my death being purely accidental like in those novels?"

The soul was in a happy mood after he contemplated his situation and decided to think of the most versatile/powerful wishes that could aim him in his second Life when he meets the ROB. Unfortunately for the poor soul who kept waiting for any sort of presence to show up, nobody came and he got ignored like a neglected middle child.

The soul lost its sense of time and could not tell how much time went by since he died. Each second felt like a year to the soul and countless decades, centuries, millenia went by. The soul which desperately clinged to life (while refusing to die) was slowly dimming out and the soul was unwilling to accept his death, until a 'miracle' happened