There comes a point in every man's life when he contemplates whether the world was made for him.
This was the thought consuming a man named Byung. There was nothing left to live for.
He had flunked out of college while suffering from muscular dystrophy—a disability that limited everything he could do. He had the brains to think, but lacked the physical ability to carry out those thoughts, leaving him trapped within his mind. He didn't flunk out due to his lack of intellect, if anything, it was his incredibly high IQ that brought him here.
He had to feed his mind things since his body was a husk that trapped it in.
But at the end of the day, depression won because no one showed interest in him, so he never even got to lose his virginity. Jobs refused to hire him because of his physical limitations.
He hated his parents for bringing him into this world, only to abandon him by dying in an accident shortly after. Who was going to take care of him now?
There was nothing left to live for. Byung knew his life would be different if only he could live like everyone else.
But that wasn't his fate. The universe had decided to play a cruel joke on him. What if there was no afterlife, though?
"I'd be glad," Byung muttered with a defeated smile, seated in his wheelchair on the side of the road.
The chair was barely holding together—the pull ring loose, threatening to break at any moment.
"Goodbye, cruel world..." These were Byung's last words before rolling into oncoming traffic.
The infamous Truck-kun, responsible for countless isekai deaths, came to his rescue, sweeping him off the road and ending his miserable life.
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"Zit mi-grok," a voice exclaimed.
This was certainly not a language Byung recognized. He assumed this was one of those moments when your life flashes before your eyes—perhaps some forgotten childhood memory.
But when his eyes opened, everything changed. What came into view were green monsters.
"What the bloody fuck is this!?" Byung exclaimed. His first thought: hell.
But the gigantic breasts in front of him suggested otherwise. From the corner of his eye, he caught glimpses of his surroundings.
These weren't average monsters. These were goblins!
Byung tried to pull away, but then his tiny hands came into view.
"What?" His skin was green. This couldn't be right.
The last thing he remembered, he was human. There was no way he could be transported into an alternate world. Those stories weren't real... were they?
Upon further inspection, he noticed a massive woman sprawled across a table, legs apart, breathing laboriously.
He didn't need to be told—that was the woman who had just pushed him out of her womb. Then, suddenly, her limbs went stiff.
"Zha drok!" Despite the foreign language, Byung somehow understood what they were saying.
"She is dead!"
Byung got a closer look at his deceased mother in this new world. She wasn't a goblin, despite having similar green skin. She was much larger, with muscles far more defined than he'd ever seen.
"It is another boy..." the green creature holding him muttered in disappointment.
"Should we kill it?" another asked.
Byung realized he was one of these creatures himself.
"No, throw it in with the rest. That was the agreement," one said.
Byung found himself in a world where goblins were reviled. They couldn't sire female children, and any race that carried a goblin pregnancy faced a 100% fatality rate.
The goblins had struck a deal with other kingdoms: they would share their resources if those kingdoms sent women to reproduce with them and keep their population alive.
It was essentially a death sentence, so only criminals or women of low birth were traded. The recent death of this orc proved that even the strongest races weren't exempt from the fatal outcome.
Yet this was still considered a steal by the other kingdoms. The goblins were sitting on a goldmine, but the fact that they only thought to use it this way was a blessing—they had no idea what their resources could truly accomplish.
Why? Because all goblins thought about was sex and reproduction. They were simple-minded creatures who could barely string multiple sentences together.
Only goblins of the highest rank enjoyed the privilege of reproduction, as they needed their best specimens to breed in hopes their offspring would retain superior traits.
Byung's fate wasn't going to be any different... or was it?
He possessed something none of them had: memories from his past life, along with a high IQ to match.