Capítulo 1: Not You’re Everyday R.O.B
A 30 year old virgin, that's what the man walking on the side walk was.
Those who pity him, don't. And those who think that he is pathetic, you my friend, you are absolutely right.
The only thing that he has achieved in all his time on earth is some mastery over miniature figurine sculpting, that he uses to make lewd and surely illegal loli sculptures.
And the other great title that he might be eligible to acquire would be 'the sleepless one' or 'the unsleeping one'.
Achieved through sheer lack of will to separate himself from diving into the butt-hole of the ever dark genres, in the form of mangas, anime, games, light novels, etc.
All the while being surrounded in a cesspool of garbage formed with empty packets of chips, to boxes of the national food of weebs… ramen, and all sorts of fast foods.
He is the eldest of the 3 siblings, 2 brothers and 1 sister that followed after him but had big age gab between them.
While they grew up to achieve higher pursuits in life, he never left his weeb stage. He just followed the cockeye crumbs and went more and more into the dark side.
Squandering on the money left by his dead parent's and living a worthless life in his parents' house that he never left, has been his life.
Until today when his siblings thought enough was enough and threw his lazy ass that was slowly eating himself to his death out of the house.
'Go and figure out your life' they said.
He now walks the lonely streets contemplating don't know what. And it also doesn't matter because when the withdrawal hits, he will go mad and psychotic.
But I guess its true, that every dog has his day, since this pig was meant to have his today then how could dogs be more unlucky than him to not have one.
In front of him he saw a young couple making out on the street while being totally unaware of a truck racing towards them. They were his golden ticket, he didn't know it tough, obviously.
But in consequence of his contemplation on life before the eventful withdrawal he decided to do something worthy, at least in the eyes of the world, such as saving the couple and in process losing his life.
He might have been aware of his suffering sub concisely so this might have been the easier path for him to take.
But all this reasoning we wouldn't know.
Cause he is not our protagonist.
The guy tongue rap**ng the girl below the street lights was.
Where this fat sack of waste would have wasted his life as some jobless reincarnate, we might as well see what our guy would achieve with this chance.
So when he noticed the fat monstrosity running towards him, our protagonist Lucian did what any normal guy would do.
Pushing the girl in his arms to some distance he kicked the guy who was charging at him with a look that could only be described as supreme creepy.
Taking the kick to his stomach the fat fusk flew away a little distance leaving Lucian as the only remaining guy that was in the path of the truck and then*BAM*.
The scene was left with a dead drunk driver with his truck lodged into a store with a body on the collision end it. Witnessing all this were a screaming girl and a fat guy frozen on the ground while clutching his paining abdomen.
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In a space which was beyond the realm of our universe, separate from the laws that bound the 'Known' where tranquility and chaos both reside in a natural balance, had its scale tipped.
A new factor threw its insignificant weight to the side of chaos.
"Ahhh…"
"Alright stop screaming, you have been at it for 10 fuck'in minuties."
Lucian finally stopped screaming and took a sec to see where he was.
All around him were flashy colors with dark grading. It was magical, the lights so bright yet the soothed him. The different colors didn't blend or mesh together. They existed as a whole yet separate.
But what stood out the most and the most magnificent was the throne and the man sitting on it.
The man was godly handsome.
He had night black hair cascading his back, his lips with rose red texture pressed in a thin line, and his eyes were so mysterious that words couldn't embody their presence.
Holding in his hand a long smoke pipe, he was dressed in black robes that were ornate with silver galaxies as ornaments, and all this was cascaded with a white shawl loosely hanging on from his shoulders.
(An: I dub him 'THE GACHA GOD')
The throne was wide as such the man was laying on it, not looking sloppy or lazy but was projecting the most regal air around him.
When looking at the throne, all gazes would be attracted to the huge halo atop its head.
And when looked closely it was a huge gacha wheel with words that were ever constantly changing.
"Who are you?"
"Seriously, you want me to go through the most cliché thing on webnovels right now for you to understand what's going on.
And after you wasted so much of my time screaming like a bitch."
"Shut up, you were not the one who died being smashed to a pulp by a truck."
The Gacha god was stunned when he saw the human taking back to him.
He, a being who was respected throughout the Omniverse, worshiped by the most zealots' believers, was disrespected by a puny mortal.
He had thought of trying this thing which was now a tread, reincarnating different people from one world to another.
The other gods using his system in deciding the fates of these mortals and caught his interest, so he wanted to see what the hype was all about.
But this fucker, who was not even the one he was aiming to reincarnate, comes in his domain and talks back to him.
This shit needs to be thought a lesson.
"Well, even though you were not the guy who I had chosen, I will give you a chance to transmigrate into a different world with 2 perks.
"You better." Replied Lucian thinking he was entitled for it, but the only thing he was doing was digging his grave deeper.
'This little shit…' Calming his nerves the Gacha god continued.
"So let's get the Gacha spinning to see which world you'll be going."
The wheel atop the throne kept spinning and the Gacha god pointed his finger not particularly aimed at anything.
When the wheel slowed down, Gacha god's finger pointed at the plaque that had the name 'Soul land 1' written.
"Sweet."
"Well now you chose your 2 perks."
"Hmm… there are so many choices, what to do… hmm… hmm…" Lucian started pondering spoiled with choices.
"Come on human, make a move on."
"Ahh… I'm such a genius why do I need to cramp my brain when some one else already did that for me.
I need the system and also be born as the protagonist of the fanfic 'Douluo Dalu: The legend of Heavenly Ruler'."
"Alright, now that you have chosen to take perks and I had not decided to give them for the original reincarnate, you'll have to do something for them."
"Ohh… its alright, just don't make it anything difficult."
"Don't worry its only beneficial for you.
There is this world where battles are rampant all around. But you don't have to worry they are not some advanced sci-fi beings with futuristic tech, nor some wondrous martial artist.
In fact all the opponents are very primitive, so it will be like combat practice for you. So just grind there for some time and when most of the beings are dealt with which will naturally happen, you don't have to put any effort. You will be transferred to the world of 'Soul land 1'."
Lucian didn't felt the smile on the God was a bit ominous.
"Wait…"
"No take back, bye."
And wosh he was sent to the world of Godzilla, 'Monsterverse' for who knows till his next world hop.
And that too, only if he survives as one of the beings that will stand even while the rest die out.
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