Chapter 1 This Is Requiem

Today, was a day like any other, our absolute chad of an mc was walking through the street when suddenly he witnessed a truck coming his way. 'Is it, my time?' He thought in awe as he saw the truck coming his way.

But before it could impact with him, it quickly swerved out of the way, missing him. Another truck then suddenly came from the other side of the road, but it also missed him, and then another, and another, till finally, he witnessed a heavenly calamity like no other.

10,000 trucks fell from the sky, around the location where he was staying at. 'OH MY GOD!' He thought in wonder and fear. Everyone around him was already shitting themselves as they saw this calamity.

Had this man angered the truck god himself or something? It was literally raining fucking trucks! Finally the trucks landed each and everyone missing him.

"HAHA! FUCK YOU TRUCK GOD, EAT SHIT BITCH!" He shouted in excitement as every truck missed. Suddenly though, a massive golden truck appeared in the sky, it was equivalent to the size of 100,000 trucks and it fell towards him.

"This, is Requiem." The truck said as it fell down, crushing him along with everyone in the vicinity.

After his death, the man's soul wandered through the void, before he was even aware of what was occurring he landed inside a dark void.

"Hahaha, you human, you're interesting." A being said, chuckling at the man. "Where, where am I? Am I being reincarnated?" The man asked as he looked around shocked.

"Well yes, you passed my test. Lately too many people have been reincarnated lately, so I decided to try the 100 Truck Assault, and the 10,000 Raining Trucks. I only expected someone to survive the 100 Truck Assault but you survived even the 10,000 Raining Trucks, only dying to Golden Truck Requiem." The being said.

Hearing this, the man could barely keep in his laughter. "Are these your actual attacks?" He asked with laughter. "Of course not, but when you have so much time, you tend to try different things in your free time." The being replied.

"So do I get any benefits?" The man inquired excitedly. "Yes, I'll give you a system of your choice, and send you to a fantasy world, I'll also do a few of your requests if they're nothing too extreme." The being answered.

"Good then firstly, I want my system to get points from other people's anger." The man stated, as the being nodded. "It can be done." The being said as the void moved slightly.

"I'd also like to have access to the internet via the system." The man continued. "Simple enough." The being replied. "Also, may I have a lottery and shop function on my system?" The man asked, trying to push his luck as much as possible.

"Fine, but that's it, now pick your world and I'll send you off." The being said, as it waved its hand. "Thank you, I want to go to a cultivation world if possible, as a prince or child of a sect master in a relatively weak area, so I have time to grow. Also I would like this area to have access to a higher realm and then that realm to have access to an even higher one, eventually leading to the highest realm imaginable. Is that possible?" The man asked his one final request.

"That is actually, easier than it sounds, sure, and I assume you want to keep your memories, so you can keep them." The being said. "Now I'll send you off, maybe in a couple trillion years you can compare to the tip of my pinky finger." The being finished as the man disappeared.

After that the being appeared. He was a graceful man, with stunningly bright golden eyes and pure white hair. He was adorned in pitch black robes and on his left hand he had a strikingly beautiful bracelet, on which a truck was carved inside.

'The Dao of Trucks is limitless, I must continue my enlightenment.' He thought as underneath him a massive construct of energy appeared.

It was a pure white truck with golden adornments, its aura could shake the heavens themselves. This man, was the Heaven Sundering Truck Overlord.

"This is, Heaven Sundering Truck, OVERHEAVEN!" He said before the truck dashed into the abyss far far away.