Prologue
(Earth, Thursday, June 20, 2019, 12:21 a.m.)
*HHHOOONNNKKK*
"What is this damn cliche!!??"(Ajax)
Yeah, that's me. Probably wondering how I, a 23-year-old otaku, ended up getting hit by a truck in such a cliche way. Well, it started when I had just gotten off an 18-hour shift from my dead-end fast-food job.
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Well, it started with my car breaking down just the day prior, forcing me to walk from my one-bedroom apartment to my opening shift at 6 a.m. I was then forced to work closing because of callouts.
I wasn't anyone special or particularly skilled or good-looking—just extra hands for our already short-staffed restaurant. The only outstanding part about me was my hair and eyes. I had golden-colored eyes similar to what you'd expect from a dragon or something. My hair was primarily black with the faintest hint of blue. Other than that, I was just an orphan who needed money to live.
"(Exhausted) *Sigh* I'm never doing this shit again!"(Ajax)
Haah, pulling an 18-hour shift in fast food is HELL! *Sniffle* And what's worse is I have to walk home because my stupid car broke down.
I was exhausted, and my legs were sore as hell from running around all day with a single break. I was so engrossed thought that I crossed the street without paying attention, as the road was mostly dead at this time, what with it being a weekday and all.
The worst part was that I had another opening shift the next day.
"God, can my life get any worse!"(Ajax)
*HHHOOONNNKKK*
And as if responding, a fucking semi appeared from out of nowhere, and I didn't have time to run.
"What is this damn cliche!!??"(Ajax)
*Bang!*
That was all I could think of saying before my body became really good friends with the front of the truck for a good 3 seconds before I took my first and final flight. I had gotten quite the air, not that I could enjoy it, as my entire body was in severe pain and had a few broken bones that broke the skin.
I then landed, skidding across the pavement and breaking even more bones, and by some sick twist of fate, I was still alive. It was then that I felt a crushing weight run over my body. And I realized that the truck that hit me hadn't even pulled over and just continued.
I didn't even have the energy to cry or anything as my life slipped away. There was only one thing that I could think.
So this is how I go—a shitty cliche. Maybe I'll get some system or something?
And everything goes dark.
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[Gluttonouns Devourer System online.]
[Host's vital's... stable.]
[Status... established.]
[AI code name Gluttony status... online]
[System booting 1%...13%....69%.....100%.]
[System initializing. Waking host in 3... 2... 1...]
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(Groggy) Mmm, wh- What the hell is this!? And aren't I dead?!?!
When I thought I had died, I ended up awakening to a weird yellow floating screen. I then remembered that I had just been hit-and-runned by a truck and that I had died. The pain and coldness were still fresh to me.
I know I said 'that' and all, but the hell!!?? I said that as a joke I didn't think it'd become true. What next God's just going to start talking to me!?
{Yes, my child.}(God?)
(Shocked) God!?
The voice that started talking to me sounded like a kid trying to imitate an adult male's deep voice, but I didn't pay attention to that as whoever this was, was talking into my head.
{Yes, my child. Speak. What is on your mind?}(God?)
Why do you sound like a little kid?
{(Upset) He- Ahem, I don't know what you mean, child.}(Not God)
When I asked my question, the voice in my head clearly sounded like a young girl but quickly changed back to the fake voice.
(Scepticle) Oh, yeah? Then why did your voice just change?
{I-I have a cold.}(Voice)
(Flat) Yeah, I doubt GOD would get a cold. So who exactly are you?
{Muuh, your so mean! Why did you have to ruin my fun!?}(Voice)
And just as I guessed, the voice changed back to that of a young girl.
(Annoyed) I don't care about 'your fun'. I want to know what the hell is going on and who the hell are you!?
{Well, you already know what's going on. You died and got reborn with a system. As for who I am? I am the great and wonderful Gluttony! Your AI guide and companion!}(Gluttony)
(Upset) Tch, my System's AI's personality is defective. Can I get a new one!!??
{(Upset) Hey! I am not defective! I am way better than those boring emotionless bimbos. I am the best System AI around!}(Gluttony)
(Sarcastic) Ah, then I really want to see the worst one.
{(Mad) Host, yo-you're a stupid, dumb, jerk!}(Gluttony)
Aww, is the wittle AI upset? Are you going to cwy?
{*Sniffle* *Sniffle*}
(Stunned) W-
{*Sniffle* Waaah! *hic* Y-You're so mean! *Sniffle* I-I was j-just joking around a-a-*hic* y-your bullying me! Waah!}(Gluttony)
(Flustered) Eh, a-ah. H-Hey, it's okay. I-I'm sorry for snapping at you. I-I'm just confused and anxious right now.
{*Sniffle* *Hic* You're a mean bully who likes to torment Gluttony.}(Gluttony)
*Sigh* Look, I'm sorry for doing that. It's just I'm under a lot of pressure, and I used you as an outlet. I know it was a rude thing to do, and I'll try not to do it in the future.
{*Sniffle* Promise?}(Gluttony)
Promise, now can you tell me what's going on?
{Well, it's exactly as you've guessed, and I've explained. You've died and been reborn with a system.}(Gluttony)
Alright, but don't these system things usually have a name?
{They do, and yours is called the Gluttonous Devourer System.}
And I assume that's why your name is Gluttony?
{Mhm.}(Gluttony)
Can I give you some kind of nickname as Gluttony, a bit of a mouth full?
{Alright, but it better not be dumb.}
I was thinking either Ty or Tia.
{I'd much prefer Tia and not Ty; it just sounds like you're calling me a letter.}
Alright, then, Tia, it is. I hope we can get along.
{Me too. So now that introductions are done, let's get to your status to access it; just say or think... well, you can probably guess what the word is.}(Gluttony)
'Status'
And as I think that, a new yellow screen appears.