I was happy with my life, damn it.
I was just your average PhD student, nearly done with my dissertation, and ready to find a job soon.
I was born into a normal family; no traumatic history, middle class, not overflowing with or short of money; decidedly average.
I was simply fond of reading webnovels and listening to podcasts while working out.
I was, in short, completely normal.
Too bad normalcy meant nothing in the face of death. Even my death was average, like your average isekai trope: run over by a truck.
So why was it that I was reincarnated into another world? Was it because of any lingering regrets? Was it because I was special in some way?
No.
It was simply a trick of fate, sending me to this world rather than letting me rest eternally.
If I'm alive, I might as well live like it.
The one issue is: I have no idea where the fuck I'm at. The world doesn't instantly resemble any webnovel I've read, the body I'm in is effectively the same as my previous life, and all I know about this world is that it's likely similar to your average fantasy trope. Medieval structures, peasants in the streets.
One thing is clear, though.
I will survive in this world and live a good life, with no regrets.