Truck-kun strikes again!

3rd Person POV

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On the streets of a small town, a young man with long, black hair and some hair antennas dangling in front of his forehead could be seen, his height was 6' 2 and he was wearing a baggy, white t-shirt with black trousers, he looked like he is heading towards the street market, he had one of his hands holding a bag that was empty and the other stuffed into his pockets, he was nibbling on a pocky stick in his mouth. He walks up to a particular street stall full of many different goods, the man who you can assume is the stall owner sees the teenager and immediately says

Stall Owner: "Finally! I haven't had a customer in hours, how are you Arata?"

Arata: "Fine thank you, I just came to buy the usual"

Stall Owner: "Got it!"

He turned around to pick up multiple packs of instant ramen and planted it in Arata's plastic bag, Arata smiled with gratitude and walked away slowly, as he was walking he raised the hand that was in his pockets without turning around.

Arata: "Thanks old man!"

Stall Owner: "Hmph, nowadays kids are so skinny, that boy neads to add some meat to his body!"

He started reminiscing about when he had a healthy, sturdy body, all the girls would ogle at him and his body in admiration.

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1st Person POV

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I was going to cross the road but I stopped as the traffic light was showing a bright red indicating that I should wait, it then turned into a vibrant green meaning go, I started walking across the road ever so slowly, but just when I was going to arrive at the other end of the road, a bright, blinding light stunned me and took over my vision, next thing I know, I'm on the floor, my blood staining the ground, my instant ramen scattered all over the place and far off in the distance a delivery truck was driving away with extreme speed. I closed my eyes knowing my time has come, my life had been very meaningless as all I did was watch anime ect like an otaku NEET , my parents had died and their last words to me were 'how much do you want?', I was a coward and a non-contributal member of society.

I was useless.

I opened my eyes and looked around my surroundings, it seemed I was in some kind of traditional japanese apartment? I was sitting on a cushion, a kotatsu futon in front of me and an old man with quite a long beard facing me on the other side, I noticed I was also wearing a purple yukata with a black belt.

Arata: "Where am I?" I whispered

???: "You are in a space that is isolated from the mortal plane"

My attention was then drawn towards the old man

Arata: "Who are you?"

???: "I am what you humans like to call Kami or God in english"

Arata: "I see . . . I thought I died, why am I here?"

Kami: "Well I'm glad that you asked that as I actually brought you here to bring you on a journey!"

Arata: "Journey?"

Kami: "I'm going to bring you into a random world"

Arata: "What why?"

Kami: "Because that stupid mischievous truck wasn't supposed to kill you!"

As he said that a vein popped in his head.

I just sighed as there was nothing I could do about it, I was suprisingly calm about this situation, a normal person would be freaking out but me, I seemed to just not care about it.

Arata: "Ok . . ."

Kami: "I'm going to send you there now alright?"

Arata: "Sure"

When I said that, I suddenly started feeling drowsy, my eyes were starting to close, just as I was closing it, Kami was waving his hand.

Kami: "Goodluck!"

And so began my journey in a world that had many dangers but just as much fun.