Chapter 1. An Uncanny Encounter

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In dimly lit dormitory room, where the walls seemed to close in on him like a suffocating vice, Riyan sat hunched over his desk, his eyes glued to the pages of the novel "Saint's Odyssey." The soft, ethereal glow of his laptop screen cast an otherworldly light on his face, illuminating the intense concentration etched on his features.

As he devoured the words, his emotions seesawed with each turn of the page, his heart racing with anticipation, his soul stirring with every twist and turn.

But then, without warning, his face contorted in a twisted grimace of anger, and a loud, vehement curse exploded from his lips. "FUCK THIS SADISTIC BASTARD OF AN AUTHOR!!!!!" The words hung in the air like a challenge, a defiant rejection of the narrative's sudden, cruel twist. Although the novel had been a mesmerizing page-turner until that point, Riyan felt his enthusiasm and investment in the story suddenly, brutally extinguished.

The author's deliberate, calculated cruelty had awakened a deep-seated fury within him, a sense of betrayal that left him reeling.

Despite the turmoil churning inside him, Riyan was determined not to let his frustration consume him. He took a deep, calming breath, and with a Herculean effort, he pushed aside his anger, recognizing that it was already well past midnight.

The weight of his early shift at the cafe the next day loomed large, and he knew he needed to recharge for the long, grueling hours ahead. With a heavy sigh, he closed his laptop, the screen's soft glow fading to black, and he lay down on his bed, his mind still racing with the story's bitter aftertaste.

The following morning, the jarring, insistent beep of his alarm clock shattered the fragile peace of his slumber, jolting Riyan awake with a start.

He groggily reached over to silence the offending device, but as the noise persisted, his irritation grew, until finally, in a fit of rage, he smashed the clock to smithereens. The sudden, violent outburst left him breathless, but it also seemed to shatter the lingering remnants of his sleepiness.

He rose from bed, his movements stiff and jerky, and stumbled towards the bathroom, where he sought solace in a hot, steamy shower.

The water cascaded down his body like a soothing balm, washing away the grime and fatigue of the previous day. As he stood under the showerhead, he felt his tense muscles relax, his mind clearing of the cobwebs of sleep.

The warmth seeped into his bones, reviving him, rejuvenating him, and when he finally emerged from the bathroom, he felt like a new person, refreshed, revitalized, and ready to take on the day.

He dressed himself in comfortable, laid-back clothes, the soft fabric a gentle caress against his skin, and made his way to the kitchen, where he set about preparing a hearty breakfast.

The sizzle of eggs and the aroma of toasting bread filled the air, teasing his senses, and his stomach growled in anticipation. He whipped up a fluffy, golden-brown omelette, the eggs cooked to perfection, and paired it with crispy, buttery toast.

The first bite was like a symphony of flavors on his tongue, a harmonious blend of savory and sweet that left him sighing in satisfaction.

With his hunger sated, Riyan left the dormitory, stepping out into the crisp, morning air, the sun's warm rays a gentle welcome. He slipped on his earbuds, and the opening strains of "Hymn for the Weekend" by Coldplay filled his ears, the infectious beat lifting his spirits, and he found himself humming along to the lyrics as he crossed the street.

The music was like a shot of adrenaline, energizing him, and he walked with a newfound spring in his step, his feet moving in time to the rhythm.

But then, without warning, a loud, blaring car horn pierced his eardrums, and he spun around to face a massive truck hurtling towards him at a reckless, breakneck speed.

Panic set in, his heart racing, his breath catching in his throat, and for a moment, he was frozen in terror, unable to move, unable to react. But then, his instincts kicked in, and he regained his composure, his mind racing with the urgency of the situation.

He tried to get out of the way, but it was too late, the truck's massive grille looming large, and then, there was a blinding flash of pain, his body numb, his senses reeling.

As he lost consciousness, a fleeting thought crossed his mind, a wry, ironic observation that seemed to come from nowhere. "Is this the encounter of legendary Trunk-sama?"

And then, his mind went blank, the world around him dissolving into darkness....

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Name: Trunk-Sama

Work: In charge of providing people for reincarnation

Previous Affiliation: God of Reincarnation

Current Affiliation: Goddess of Annihilation

Nickname: Trunk-Kun, God of Otakus

Urban Legend: Trunk-Sama is believed to make people reincarnated in Isekai World.

MC Name: Riyan

Family: Orphan

Traits: Cautious, Smart, and Cunning

Hidden Tendencies : Sadistic

Hobbies: Reading novels

Dislikes: "Saint's Odyssey" and the author of the novel.

Favorite Novels: "Regressor Instruction Manual," "I am Fated Villain," etc.

Liked Genres: Villain, Fantasy, Urban, etc.

Description: Riyan was a talented scholarship student at the University of Traids, and he worked part-time at a cafe.

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