[A/N: in the Grok I can give 2000 words and it can edit without any think cutting and filtering I feel like I mean writing heaven I hope you all enjoy my rewrite is going to be long weak rewriting everything I hope you want enjoy as much I do writing at my full power again if they are still any grammar fault blame it on AI not me okay]
Chapter 1:
**MC and Truck POV**
My name is Sunny. Yeah, yeah, I know—sounds like a weather forecast or a brand of orange juice. But hey, it's better than being named Cloudy or Rainy, right? I'm just your run-of-the-mill college student, slogging through lectures on quantum physics that make my brain feel like it's been microwaved on high. Mornings consist of chugging cheap coffee that tastes like regret, afternoons are spent dodging group project partners who think "teamwork" means "you do all the work," and evenings? Well, evenings are for binge-watching anime and dreaming about worlds where I don't have to worry about student loans or that one professor who grades like he's personally offended by your existence.
Today was no different. Or at least, it started that way. I was walking home from campus, backpack slung over one shoulder like a reluctant sidekick, humming the One Piece opening theme under my breath. "We are! We are! On the cruise!" I muttered, dodging a puddle that looked suspiciously like it was plotting to soak my sneakers. The street was quiet—too quiet, if you ask me. No cars honking, no dogs barking, not even that one neighbor who blasts polka music at 5 PM. Just me, the sidewalk, and the faint rustle of leaves in the wind.
But then... mysteriously... a truck was behind me. Wait, no, that's not right. Let me back up. It wasn't just any truck. At first, I didn't notice it. I was too busy scrolling through my phone, checking out the latest One Piece theories on Reddit. "What if Luffy's Gear 5 is actually just him turning into a cartoon character?" I chuckled to myself. Classic fan stuff.
Blah blah... I glanced over my shoulder. Nothing was there. Zip. Nada. Just empty air and a stray candy wrapper tumbling like a tiny tumbleweed. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. You know that prickly sensation on the back of your neck? Like when you're home alone and you swear the shower curtain just moved? Probably just a crow, I told myself. Or maybe a squirrel with binoculars. Whatever. I shook it off and kept walking, but my steps quickened a bit. Paranoia level: mild.
Then again—something strange. Out of nowhere, a shadow loomed over me, long and ominous, like the kind in horror movies right before the jump scare. I spun around, heart pounding like a drum solo in a rock concert. And there it was: a massive truck, parked—no, lurking—right behind me. It hadn't been there a second ago. I swear! It was one of those big rig semi-trucks, the kind that hauls mystery cargo and probably has a driver named Bubba who chews tobacco. But this one... this one looked weird. Its grille was grinning? No, that couldn't be right. Trucks don't grin. Unless...
My heart skipped a beat. In my head, I thought: Why the hell is something transforming like Optimus Prime? I mean, come on! I've seen Transformers enough times to know the signs—the creaking metal, the shifting parts, the dramatic whoosh of hydraulics. But this? This was real life! Or was it? The truck's cab started to unfold, tires morphing into legs, the hood flipping up like a bad haircut. It raised an oversized, mechanical hand—complete with fingers that looked like they could crush a soda can (or my skull)—and placed it on my shoulder. Gently? No, firmly. And it was smiling. A truck. Smiling. With headlights for eyes that twinkled like it was in on some cosmic joke.
Why do I feel like I'm about to die? Because, duh, this was straight out of every isekai anime ever! Truck-kun, the infamous harbinger of otherworldly adventures. But why me? I hadn't even finished my term paper!
Truck-kun: (smiling, with a voice that boomed like thunder mixed with a GPS navigator) "It's time for isekai ba——"
That was the last thing I heard before everything went black. Splat? Crunch? I don't know. It was quick, at least. No pain, just a sudden fade to credits. Roll end theme.
**MC POV**
I don't know if it was a few minutes, a few hours, or a few days. Time felt like a rubber band stretched too far—snappy and unreliable. When I woke up, I was... in my room? My dingy college dorm room, to be precise. Posters of Luffy punching through walls plastered on the walls, a pile of dirty laundry in the corner that could probably qualify as a biohazard, and my bed unmade as always. I sat up, expecting aches or bruises or at least a killer headache from being, you know, truck-smushed. But nada. I wasn't injured. Heck, I felt... fine? Sort of. My body felt strange, though—like I was piloting it from a distance, fingers twitching with a slight delay, like lag in an online game.
"What the actual—?" I muttered, flexing my hands. They moved, but it was off. Like wearing gloves that were one size too big.
And standing in front of me... was some kind of cosmic, Garou-looking guy. You know Garou from One Punch Man? The monster-human hybrid with the spiky hair, ripped muscles, and that perpetual "I'm about to wreck your day" smirk? Yeah, this dude was like that, but dialed up to eleven. He had swirling galaxies in his eyes, skin that shimmered like stardust, and an aura that screamed "I'm a god, and you're not." He lounged against my desk like he owned the place, picking at his nails with a bored expression.
My head was bursting with questions. Who are you? Am I dead? Is this heaven, hell, or some weird limbo where they serve bad coffee? Why does my room smell like old pizza? (Okay, that last one was probably unrelated.)
**Random Bored God (RBG) POV**
Ah, mortals. So predictable. This one—Sunny, was it?—wakes up with that deer-in-headlights look, questions piling up in his skull like unpaid bills. I could read them all, swirling around like a bad screensaver. "You've got a lot of questions in your head," I said, waving a hand dismissively. "We'll skip the boring talk. You're getting isekai'd. Doesn't that interest you?"
He blinked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Sunny: "So..."
"Yes, yes," I interrupted, because why not? It's fun watching them squirm. "You're going to your favorite world: One Piece. Pirates, Devil Fruits, epic battles—the whole shebang. Lucky you, eh?"
Sunny: "Why am I—" He started, but I cut him off again. Annoyance flashed in his eyes. Priceless.
"You'll get wishes. As many as you want, but they have to be reasonable—not overpowered. No 'I want to be omnipotent' nonsense. And one more thing: borrowed powers can never be as strong as the original. Choose carefully. Don't go asking for Saitama's one-punch ability or you'll end up with a weak slap that barely tickles."
**MC POV**
This guy—Random Bored God, as he called himself—was getting on my nerves. Cutting me off like I was some side character in my own story. But hey, One Piece? My favorite world? Sign me up! Visions of sailing the Grand Line, fighting Marines, and maybe punching Blackbeard in the face danced in my head. But first, the why.
RBG: "Why you? Well... you're one of the few adults from your world who still has a spark of imagination. You're actually trying to achieve your dreams—blah blah blah. Pushing through college, chasing that degree like it's the One Piece itself. Inspiring, really."
I perked up. Me? Special? Finally, some recognition!
"Just kidding," he added with a grin that could curdle milk. "I chose you at random. Nothing special. Could've been the guy next door who collects stamps."
And just like that, this damn god killed my mood. Laughing right in my face, doubling over like I'd told the funniest joke ever. His cosmic abs rippled with each guffaw.
(Angrily) "Had enough laughing at me?" I snapped, face heating up. Embarrassment level: maximum.
RBG: (still laughing, wiping a starry tear from his eye) "Yes, yes, sorry, hahaha... it was priceless. I couldn't help it. But the truth is, your determination surprised me. In a sea of couch potatoes, you're out there grinding. I was bored out of my eternal skull, scrolling through potential candidates like swiping on a dating app. You popped up—bam! Now, make your wishes. Goldfinger, skills, whatever. Take your time. I've got eternity; you don't."
He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, time stretched. Days? Weeks? It felt like I had all the time in the world to ponder. I paced my room (which, weirdly, didn't feel like limbo anymore), brainstorming. One Piece was brutal—Haki, Devil Fruits, monstrous pirates. I needed an edge, but nothing OP. No god-mode cheats.
A few days later... (or what felt like it)
RBG: "You've taken your time. Clock's ticking, mortal."
"Yeah," I said, rubbing my chin. "If I'm going into One Piece, first, give me the basic knocking technique and Jiro's full mastery of every knocking technique." From TORIKO—those pressure point strikes that could mess up anyone's day. Comedy gold if I could knock out a Marine with a poke.
RBG nodded, amused. "Niche, but okay."
"Then Bang's martial arts from One Punch Man." Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist? Yes, please. Flow like water, smash like a rock. Perfect for dodging cannon fire.
"Solid choice," he said.
"Also, I want basic Conqueror's Haki from the start." Just the basics—no knocking out armies yet. But enough to intimidate some low-level goons. Imagine glaring at a pirate and watching them faint like they'd seen a ghost.
RBG chuckled. "Ambitious. And?"
"And... if it's possible... can I have Aqua from Konosuba as my partner?" Yeah, the useless goddess. But hey, she's hilarious, purifies water (handy on a ship), and could be a wildcard. Plus, comedy relief? In One Piece? Chef's kiss.
RBG: (cutting me off mid-thought) "That's it? She could be a wildcard for you—flooding enemies or just being a divine klutz. If you can't think of more, I'll give you two extra skills myself. First: {Unique Skill: Ego}. It'll amp up your confidence, maybe too much. Arrogance could bite you in the butt. Second: {Unique Skill: System}. Like a video game HUD—stats, quests, inventory. Born from your gamer personality. They'll probably cause problems in the future, so deal with it. Chaos ensues, as they say."
I blinked. Ego? System? Sounded cool, but problematic? Great, just what I needed—skills with baggage.
"Oh, and I know you want something to remember your old world," he added, tossing me my headphones and phone. "Don't worry about charging. The {System} powers it, and it even has a built-in PC. All your music, games, memes—unlimited storage. You won't be bored on those long sea voyages. Now... goodbye. Try not to die again. Or do—makes for good entertainment up here."
And just like that, the room spun, laughter echoing in my ears. I drifted into sleep, dreams filled with rubber pirates and useless goddesses. What could go wrong?