Fuck

"Fuck."

It's the perfect word when life just won't give you a break. I slog through my 9-to-5 at some no-name company, barely scraping together enough to cover the rent.

"Can you do your job better?"

Hypocrites, the lot of them.

"Let's go eat."

Fine. I'm starving anyway.

As usual, I'm walking with my eyes glued to my phone. Not the smartest idea, I know. The last thing I remember is the blinding light from a set of headlights.

"Fuck."

Truck-kun never misses his timing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always thought it'd be cool to get isekai'd, but I knew better. Fantasy is fantasy for a reason. It's one of the most popular tropes in novels, manga, and anime for a reason—because it's not real.

I can't see anything, but I can feel it. The cold, wet earth clings to my body. Body? I don't have arms or legs. The soil wraps around me like a suffocating blanket. I should move. My body shortens and lengthens in response. What have I become? Everyone reading this probably knows by the title, but I'm still in denial. There's no way this is real, right? I have to be dreaming. I just need to sleep it off. Tomorrow, I need to wake up early for work.

As I drift into a sleep-like state, I feel myself curl into a slimy, coiled ball. That jolts me awake. I wanted to be isekai'd, sure, but not like this. I wanted to be overpowered, not a pebble on the side of the road. Wishing won't change anything now. I've reincarnated as an earthworm in another world. At least, I hope it's another world.