Chapter 1: C0: The Benevolent God Truck-Kun Strikes Again!

[Record 1: A Coward In Life And Death.]

Log Entry.

I am a nobody.

I work a nine-to-five job six days a week with good pay, enough to get me by.

Every day I clock into work and repeat the same monotonous job for eight hours, then clock out at the end of my shift.

As for what I do in my free time? Mostly reading, writing story prompts, or playing games to pass the time.

I have no ambitions in life. No dreams or goals, no real interests.

Most would say I'm not living, just existing for the sake of it... and I agree with them.

I'm too much of a coward to live a decent life... and likewise to commit suicide.

Log End.

Jack closed the brand new journal in his hand.

The psychologist that recently discharged him as he was doing quite well for the past few months advised him to write down his thoughts or experiences throughout the day.

"I've become a little numb lately. I probably should have read the side effects of the medication I was prescribed before signing away..." He mumbled to himself while lighting the cigarette in his hand.

Smoking harms the lungs and can lead to death. Call xxx-xxxx-xxx for help and guidance to quit smoking.

"It's precisely because it can kill people that I'm smoking this crap."

Four years ago when Jack came of age and was old enough to legally buy restricted items, one of the first things he took the habit of buying were cigarettes, solely for the purpose to poison and kill himself.

"When will I die already?" He asked himself staring at the bright moon above.

Five minutes went by very slowly as Jack dazedly stared at the moon hanging in the starry night sky.

As if pulled by an unknown force, Jack retrieved the journal from his pouch and flipped to the first page, writing beneath the first record.

[Record 2: [REDACTED].]

Log Entry.

I like to imagine a life after death.

I know I don't have the qualities of a hero or a villain or even a protagonist.

But there's one thing I have that they don't.

I am aware of the fact that I am [REDACTED]

However, any time I try to mention this fact, it is always inexplicably censored, leaving the observers unaware of what just happened, like a type of selective amnesia.

It doesn't matter...

Soon, everything will change.

It shouldn't take too long.

Log End.

There was a long silence.

The autumn night breeze chilled him but the poison inhaled into his lungs warmed him.

Moonlight and the light of the night sky illuminated his lonesome figure.

Jack flicked the cigarette into the nearby trash can before opening his journal to note down another record.

[Record 3: The Courage To Live And Die.]

Log Entry.

Life has no meaning until it is given one by the living.

It's a distraction from the inevitable that is death.

And to distract oneself from life and death leaves you numb to both.

I don't have the courage to live or die because I am conscious of it.

So, if I were to distract myself...

Would an "accident" happen?

Log End.

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All of a sudden the headlights of a vehicle illuminated the left side of his face followed by the sound of tires screeching.

Ah, so it worked, after all?

That was the last thought Jack had as a wide grin stretched across his face and his eyes squinted to a close. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the angry headlights of a truck and the tinted black windshield faintly reflecting the relieved and excited expression on his face.

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"..."

Sunlight warmed the face of Jack who lay unconscious in a beautiful meadow. A cool breeze brushed the delicate green grass against his skin.

Suddenly his eyes shot open and his pupils dilated to a point as he wondered what happened to him.

"The last memory I have is of Truck-Kun's angry face... ah, then it seems I've been isekaid to a new world."

Jack sat up from his position and casually took in his surroundings in curiosity. Grass and flowers stretched on endlessly in all directions, occasionally raised or sunken into small hills and beautiful clear streams of fresh water.

Returning his attention to himself, Jack walked over to a calm stream in the distance to look at his appearance.

"What the... A new appearance? And why do I look like an anime character?"

Reflected in the water stream was a preteen around thirteen years old with short messy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He wore a plain white shirt, black shorts, and plain white sneakers. The problem however was that he looked as if he were drawn in an anime-styled art, rather than a real person.

Another surprise was that his journal had also crossed over with him, which he picked up and decided to write down and stabilize his thoughts.

[Record 4: An Unexpected Upgrade to [REDACTED].]

Log Entry.

Not quite what I expected would happen, but I assume that I've crossed over into an anime-themed world based on the fact that I, well, look like an anime character. However, it could just be that this world or universe or perhaps my perception of reality is viewed in an anime style.

This place... Is an isolated private world inside myself?

It was then that the journal began to write itself before the very eyes of its owner, Jack.

Similar to how a narrator narrates the protagonist's life, words began to write themselves explaining the situation he was in.

The world he is in is as he guessed, an isolated space deep within himself. Currently, there isn't much he can do besides living an endless and mundane life. That and the ability to explore the dreamscape in search of worlds.

After all, his deepest desire is to live a carefree life.

Log End.

"That was... different. I'm aware of [CENSORED] but this is something new."

Jack said with surprise.

It felt incredibly weird like he was both talking to himself and to someone else at the same time.

Like he himself would subconsciously write within the journal, knowing what to write and not knowing what he was writing. As if he suddenly knew something he didn't before, like the thought and information were already there, to begin with.

Thinking too much about it only confused Jack more so he forced himself to take it as it is.

"Why bother racking my brain over it when there's no point?"

[Record 5: Fragments of a Dream.]

Log Entry.

Information and knowledge about dreams, souls, and the connections they have with the myriad worlds as well as the new abilities he obtained after "crossing" over entered Jack's mind.

The first soul existed because it could. That soul had no real substance or conscience but existed as pure formless energy.

From that soul came the first dream and established the first connection between reality and fiction, the Origin of Life and Death.

Souls create dreams and are born from them as well. Occasionally, there are some who are born inside their own dream and are known as "Drifters" — Those who drift endlessly in the Dreamscape without any real purpose other than simply doing what they want.

These unique entities are capable of two things, traveling the Dreamscape and harvesting Synergy generated from a source of origin through dreams.

Drifters can harness the power of synergy to do anything within their own worlds.

Log End.

Jack simply smiled and thought about traveling to various worlds to have fun.

The Isolated Private World was left as a peaceful meadow since he liked it that way.

A second later, he disappeared from the side of a water stream.

His consciousness returned to his physical body that was currently drifting through the Dreamscape.

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