Chapter 1: Reincarnated by Truck-kun (Because, Of Course)
"Ah, another day, another anime binge," Aryan mumbled, adjusting his glasses as the glowing credits of the latest isekai anime scrolled across his laptop screen. Empty instant noodle packets and a half-finished cold coffee cluttered his desk. He had spent the last twelve hours power-watching a new series where the protagonist got reincarnated with a cheat system.
"Man, if only life worked that way," he sighed, stretching his arms.
Aryan was your classic shut-in nerd. A mechanical engineering dropout, he spent most of his time diving into anime, light novels, and system web fictions. Society called him a "waste of potential," but to Aryan, living vicariously through overpowered protagonists was way better than working a 9-to-5 grind.
Today was supposed to be like any other lazy day—until fate (or perhaps, Truck-kun) had other plans.
The sound of his phone buzzing pulled him from his daydreams. Aryan ignored it, standing up and heading to the fridge. "A cold drink should wake me up," he muttered.
Just as he opened a bottle of coke and took a sip, the wall of his house exploded.
A massive, chrome-plated truck with glowing blue headlights burst through the rubble. It stood upright like a transformer, mechanical arms flexing. Across its grill, neon letters blinked: "REINCARNATION TIME!"
"What the—?!" Aryan froze, wide-eyed.
The truck's robotic fist shot forward, clocking Aryan right in the face.
"Enjoy your new life, nerd!" the truck bellowed in a deep mechanical voice.
Everything went black.
"Huh?" Aryan blinked, his head pounding. He found himself floating in an endless, glowing void.
"Ah, another one," a smooth, ethereal voice echoed through the space.
Aryan spun around to see a shimmering, white figure—a humanoid silhouette of pure light, its form constantly shifting like a living galaxy. In its hand, it held a steaming cup with the words "Best God Ever" printed on it; in the other, a cosmic ledger.
"Truck-kun strikes again," the god mused, flipping through a glowing file. "Aryan Sharma. Twenty-one years old. Otaku. Professional slacker. You were supposed to live till eighty, but... well, I got bored. So, surprise!" It took a long, dramatic sip from the mug.
Aryan's eye twitched. "You punched me through my house because you were bored?! What kind of psychotic god are you?"
The god chuckled. "A fun one. Besides, don't pretend you aren't excited. I've seen your search history—half of it is 'reincarnation cheat powers' and the other half is questionable fanfiction."
Aryan flushed. "That's private!" He crossed his arms, trying to steady himself. "Why not mess with someone else? I had a decent life going!"
"Did you, though?" The god tilted its head. "Twelve hours of anime, instant noodles for breakfast, and your most meaningful conversation last week was with your cat."
"Touché," Aryan muttered. "Alright, fine. What now?"
The god clapped its hands. "Now, I give you a cheat ability, let you pick your world, and boom—you're off on your merry way. Think of it as my version of a reality TV show."
Aryan huffed. "And if I say no?"
"I could throw you into a dimension where everything is made of broccoli," the god said with a shrug. "Your call."
"...Fine. But I'm choosing something awesome," Aryan grumbled. "I want a Million Copy System—I want to copy any skill, ability, or item and amplify it by a million times." He grinned, adding, "Physical, mental, magical—everything. Strength, agility, intelligence, charisma, luck—you name it."
The god let out a low whistle. "Ambitious. But hey, what's a little chaos? Sure, I'll allow it—but don't go breaking reality too much." It snapped its fingers, and a glowing golden screen floated in front of Aryan:
[Million Copy System Initialized]
Welcome, User! You can copy any skill, item, or ability and multiply its effect by 1,000,000x. Includes physical, mental, magical, and spiritual attributes. Happy looting!
Aryan's jaw dropped. "Holy crap, this is insane."
"Yep. And before you ask—yes, you get to keep your memories. Yes, you can pick your world. No, I won't help you if you screw things up. Got it?"
Aryan rubbed his hands together. "I want a world with a bit of everything—magic, technology, superpowers, and... uh, slice-of-life moments too. Gotta enjoy life, right?"
The god snorted. "Man of culture. Alright, last chance—any special requests?"
Aryan smirked. "Yeah. Make sure the food is good. I'm not surviving on weird alien rations. And... toss in a futuristic smartphone while you're at it. I need entertainment."
"Noted," the god said, chuckling. "Alright, off you go!" With a flick of its wrist, Aryan felt a rush of energy as reality warped around him.
When Aryan opened his eyes again, he stood in the middle of a bustling city—but this wasn't Earth. Floating cars zoomed overhead, neon billboards advertised magical weapons, and people in cloaks walked alongside cybernetic androids.
A chime rang in his head.
[System Quest: Explore the City of Nova Terra and Copy Your First Skill!]
Aryan's lips curled into a grin. "Alright, let's see how broken this system really is."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, jet-black futuristic smartphone. Its holographic interface flared to life, displaying maps, local information, and—because the god had a sense of humor—a library of anime and light novels. "At least boredom won't be an issue," he mused.
"Time to get started."