Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 1
A truck cruised down the road at a steady speed, its tires rolling steadily over the concrete. The driver, focused and alert, kept his eyes on the road while a K-pop song played on the radio.
As a truck driver, he knew that defensive driving was the key to getting home safely every day. He valued his life and the lives of others. He wasn't reckless. He respected traffic laws, checked his mirrors, and always stayed in his lane.
He also knew there were assholes out there. People who treated traffic signs like suggestions and drove like they had a death wish.
He was a changed man now.
Unfortunately for him, his truck was currently possessed by the spirit of Truck-kun, the infamous isekai maker. And Truck-kun was waiting patiently for the perfect moment to complete his mission.
"The driver's in a pinch. He just doesn't know it yet," Truck-kun muttered internally.
He'd been sent by the gods and goddesses to fulfill a mission, something about balancing the laws of the universe or whatever.
The target this time: an office woman who needed to be reincarnated to another world.
She was a depressed office worker with hollow dreams and just enough energy to survive each monotonous day. No love life, not even a casual fling. Her free time was consumed by romance novels, manhwa, and visual novels.
Truck-kun's job was to send her to a fantasy world, where she would become the villainess in the very novel she had just finished reading yesterday.
"For some reason, this is the meta lately. A strange trend among the gods. They keep sending these women into romance novels they've read, what's it called again? Otome Isekai?"
Truck-kun liked to talk to himself. He didn't get many opportunities to chat with other otherworldly entities, so monologuing had become second nature. He talked like a schizophrenic philosopher, and at this point, it felt normal.
Such was the lonely life of an entity tasked with possessing vehicles to carry out divine missions.
He was the Isekai Maker. The Grim Reaper on wheels.
"Where was I again? Right, Otome Isekai. So the genre goes like this: some girl gets reincarnated into a fantasy world, usually based in some kind of pseudo-European society, and ends up in the body of a noble villainess. Since she's read the story before, she tries to change the plot, rewriting her own fate like a rogue author."
"Sometimes she reincarnated a princess or a noble, but the concept is the same. Look, I don't write the damn things. I just hit people with trucks. I don't make the rules, I just follow them."
The villainess usually ends up entangled in a love story with a cold-hearted Duke, a tyrant Emperor, or some other traumatized man-child with six-pack abs, a tragic past, and a ridiculously huge "stick". Same trope, different hair color, but mostly men of red flags.
The gods, it seemed, had developed a taste for magical romance with a side of trauma.
This time, Truck-kun's target would be transmigrated into the body of a villainess known for causing scenes at royal banquets. The spoiled daughter of a rich Count who never loved her right.
"The plot's so damn predictable, I could guess what happens next with my headlights turned off."
While the driver remained calm and focused, Truck-kun was lying in wait, ready to seize control of the vehicle.
Once the truck made a left turn, it would all begin.
And there it was, the turn.
"Now!"
The truck suddenly went off course, speeding onto the sidewalk like a homing missile.
A woman with tired eyes stood there, holding a cup of coffee. She wasn't doing anything extraordinary. Just trying her best to keep going, even though life had lost all its color.
Her love life? Nonexistent. Her job? Soul-crushing. Her boss dumped impossible tasks on her without thanks or bonuses.
All she wanted was to stay in bed, reading novels and manhwa to escape her bleak reality. Fiction was the only place that made her feel anything at all.
"Miss! Run!"
A young man in his early twenties saw the truck barreling toward her. Acting on instinct, he sprinted forward and shoved her with everything he had.
But it was too late.
Though his push moved her slightly, she still got struck by the truck.
And the young man, brave, foolish, and selfless, was caught in the full impact.
Both died instantly, as horrified bystanders screamed and ran toward the scene.
"Shit! Shit! Fuck!"
Truck-kun was livid. His mission had been to hit one person, not two. But thanks to the wannabe hero, the situation had spiraled out of control.
To ensure success, he'd swerved wider than intended, catching both of them.
"Why the hell did you do that!? Now you're dead too, idiot!"
His spirit slowly faded from the mangled truck as the sound of approaching sirens filled the air. The truck driver, stunned and pale, sat frozen behind the wheel.
Truck-kun didn't feel sorry for him. The driver had a dark past, despite his law-abiding behavior. Only the gods knew how many people he'd truly harmed. Maybe this time, he'd finally face justice.
Truck-kun looked at the young man's broken body and sighed.
"Poor kid. You had a whole life ahead of you. Love, chances… maybe even a redemption arc."
He knew the guy didn't deserve to die. He was just trying to help, pure-hearted, brave, and tragically in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But Truck-kun never failed his missions, no matter how messy they turned out.
As the crowd dialed emergency services in a futile attempt to save them, Truck-kun vanished.
This wasn't his first rodeo and it wouldn't be his last. Good Samaritans tried to interfere sometimes, but he couldn't let that stop him. The plan was sacred, and collateral damage, while unfortunate, was part of the job.
"If the gods take pity on you, maybe you'll get another chance. Maybe you'll be reborn. But hey, I just crash trucks to people."
With that, Truck-kun was gone. He already had his next assignment: to possess a train and send a rule-following Japanese salaryman to another world as a young female soldier, because he'd pissed off a god.