'HONK HONK!'
A truck horn sounded, it was moving quickly, approaching a boy walking past a pedestrian crossing, the lights of the truck were blinding, shining onto the face of the boy, his face however revealing a lack of care in the world.
The truck accelerated as it reached its max speed,
'CRASH!'
The truck had collided with the boy, but unlike what you'd expect, the boy was unharmed, the only thing that was majorly damaged and harmed was the truck.
"fufufu, you want to kill me? Mada mada dane"
The boy brushed the dirt of his clothes as he comfortably walked up towards the driver seat of the truck and peered in. To his surprise, there was no one in the truck at all, it was empty.
"Nani? It must be a ninja, or a high-level assassin. I can't let them get away."
The boy opened his eyes wide as it lit up blue, turning his head he scanned the area in its entirety trying to find a hint of the someone who tried to kill him. That was his skill
After scanning for a bit, he couldn't find a clue at all, so he did the next best thing. He turned to look at the truck as his eyes shone red and he extended his hand into a vice like grip and crushed the truck into a cube with his skill.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
He heard a voice coming from behind him.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO TRUCK-KUN!"
A spatial gate opened, as twenty or thirty beings came out of the gate.
"Mr Nan, How could you do this?"
The twenty-odd people who came out of the spatial gate stared at him in extreme anger.
"Do what?" He replied calmly.
"You prevented the fates of the thirty plus people from taking place and you destroyed the fate-bringer!"
"Oh… I always thought the being isekai'ed thing was just in stories."
Mr Nan said again.
"It is most definitely not, especially here in Japan! We have branches elsewhere to turn the cogs too. But for Japan itself to lose its fate-bringer, we have lost a great deal this time."
"Wait who are all of you again?"
"We are the council of gods and goddesses, each of our individual worlds are in peril and we need the influx of heroes to come restore the balance. But we can't do that because you saved all the would-be heroes and heroines, and you destroyed our fate bringer! So, now you will have to be the substitute!"
The beautiful goddess in the middle with bountiful peaks and soft golden curls spoke, her face flushed with anger.
"Oh man, I'm sorry for the trouble, but I really don't want to kill those innocent people man. I mean they were just crossing the road, why do they have to die?"
A man with a rock hard body and tight robes wrapped around him knelt down stroking the hunk of metal on the ground.
"We're not asking you to be the fate-bringer! You can never replace our beloved truck-kun! You will be substituting the heroes by taking on their fate instead! You will start by going into the Wu-zun's universe!"
A goddess waved her hand as a large spatial gate opened as it sucked Mr Nan in, like a black hole sucking in light.
"No wait! I just moved here! My Katsu…. F*ck I'm no chuunibyou please! Nooooooooo…"
The lights flashed as Mr Nan landed in a room that looked like it was in the early 70s. The early 770s that is. He fell on his bum and was angered.
"Damn you! This is kidnapping! How can you do this? I just want to live my life… My Katsu…. My figurines…"
"Hello Mr Nan."
A god that looked like an old man appeared behind him, startling him a bit.
"Just call me by my name, Zhu Jiao"
"Ahh, Nan Zhu Jiao, what a nice name."
The old god, Wu-Zun stroked his beard as he commented.
"I think so too. No wait, how do I get back to Japan? How do I get back to my Katsu?"
"Don't worry, there will be no time loss on your part when you are taken away, time has stopped on your world, so wherever you are, time will only start when you are sent back."
The old man continued.
"That's not what I'm thinking about! I just want to return home ASAP. Tell me what I have to do!"
The old man cleared his throat as he prepared to give Zhu Jiao the rundown of the story.
"So, you are now, Lin Dong, the son of the ex-leader of the large clan, who disappeared after a battle, or rather, the hero that was supposed to be reincarnated is supposed to be in that body over there."
The old man pointed at a corpse lying in the corner of the room.
"Your mother loves you a lot and has to work just to keep you alive. Your clan now, the Lin clan is one that despises you for your talent and someone has crippled your meridians making you unable to cultivate. Your goal is to bring your mother out of the clan and seek to find your father while seeking immortality."
"Is there a Harem to this story? Or no?"
Zhu Jiao asked, with his little finger stuck way up his nose.
"Let me check… There is… no mention about it, so you can do as you please. But you have to make it as interesting as possible, otherwise, it will be hard for this universe's survival."
The old man winked at Zhu Jiao, while Zhu Jiao smiled and winked at the old man.
"So let me get this straight, I am now a Trash, who has a missing father and an unknown origin, my mother is being abused and I cannot escape this place because my power is too weak? Ultimately my goal is to seek my father out, but also I have to achieve immortality?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"Okay cool, so basically just another Eastern Fantasy novel then?"
"If you put it that way… Please play the role to perfection! We'll be waiting for you at the endpoint. If you won't do it for my universe, at least do it for your Katsu."
The old man said as he vanished in a puff of smoke.
"For my Katsu!" Zhu Jiao gave a small guts pose as he looked at the corpse on the bed.