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!
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[[[This is a dual system novel that focuses heavily on plot despite the title]]]

Byung had no weapons on hand so it was his nails he had to use, and in one deliberate motion, he drew his fingers across his chest—not deep enough to cause serious damage, but enough to part the skin in a clean line that welled immediately with dark green blood. The pain was sharp and bright. He noticed a faint glint in the Chieftess's eyes as the crimson—no, green—liquid began to trickle down his chest in slow rivulets, following the contours of his muscles, catching the firelight like liquid emerald.


Chapter 178 - Accept Me