Dylan was a completely ordinary, regular, common, normal highschool student.
Even though he was a completely non-descript person that didn't stand out in any way, all the girls of his class, no, of his school desired him. Even the teachers.
Because of this, all the boys hated him and were jealous of him, so they bullied him. Even the teachers.
This is why he didn't always get the 100% perfect score in all the subjects, even though he, with his photographic memory and his outstanding ability to comprehend the meaning of everything he read, always knew all of the answers.
The teacher who DARED to fail him in ethics class was clearly bitter and jealous of him having already transcended good and evil.
It didn't matter to Dylan, though. He was at an elevated state of consciousness, thanks to his advanced meditation techniques. His techniques aside, Dylan laughed very loudly when he beat the crap out of that teacher in front of his classmates. That'd teach him. A punch in the face for every nitpick he had about his 'toxic attitude'. Dylan was kind and merciful, so he didn't kill the man on the spot. The teacher should be thankful!
Still laughing, Dylan spat on the man on the floor and walked out of the classroom. "Tsk. Your blood has stained my clothes. How shameful." he calmly hollered, stomping loudly on the hallways as he ditched class and went to find his girlfriend.
Dylan's girlfriend was the prettiest, smartest, kindest, most talented, richest girl in the school. Not richer than Dylan, though. Nobody was richer than Dylan.
He smirked as he remembered the time he decided to make her his.
He smirked even more when he thought about how no other boy would ever have a girl as great as hers. He'd make sure of that.
Dylan loved that girl with all of his heart, his big heart full of gentleness, humility and compassion, especially for those inferior to him, which was everyone else. He loved her so much that he'd forgive ANYTHING she ever did without batting an eye. That's just how merciful Dylan was.
However, from the school gates, he spotted her. She was talking with another boy from the school. What madness was this?!
He breathed hard,clenched his teeth and headed in their direction while closing his fist so hard it bled. He was so angry that he LITERALLY vomited blood as he walked down the street.
At first, he believed the boy was threatening or blackmailing her, forcing her to speak with him in order to spite Dylan. He was already looking forward to showing off his innate martial arts talents by saving the damsel from her abusive, vile assaulter. He would be her Hero. He always was.
However, his girlfriend was at ease, smiling at him and happily replying to the boy. The topic of the conversation didn't really matter, nor would he want to listen to her excuses.
“How dare that bitch smile to another man?” How did she dare her enjoy the company of one that was NOT Dylan? He cursed her. Dylan would never forgive her. He would make her pay. They both would pay!
She was the ugliest, dumbest, meanest, least talented girl on earth. Dylan had only gone out with her out of pity, and not because she was rich. He didn't even love her. Never had. Ever. And yet, this was how she thanked him for his kindness! The nerve!
She had surely thought that, being at 1000 miles across the street, Dylan would not notice her, but little did she know...
Dylan, with his perfect eyesight, and his self-developed technique to enhance his senses, had seen through all the cars and buildings in the way, and had CAUGHT her being happy in his absence. Happy, without him.
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That was the ONE thing he couldn't ever forgive. She thought she was smart, but no one is smarter than Dylan. She'd regret trying to make a fool out of him.
In his righteous fury, he stampeded across the street, shoving aside all men, women, children and small vehicles he bumped against. They were nothing against his reinforced body.
For Dylan, all other humans were like useless NPCs in a world that belonged to him, and only to him. He didn't care if they died. Why would he? He was too great to concern himself with mortals.
So as he made his way, the swoons of the women and the death throes of the men and children he pushed aside, didn't even matter to him.
All that mattered, was revenge. He had been bullied by his jealous teacher and betrayed by that wench.
Dylan was, truly, a tragic man. A victim of fate. But now, he was an avenger, a dark knight of retribution, and nothing would stop his rampage, for his rage was Justice he had to unleash on the world. He would KILL her.
The traffic light went red when he was about to cross the street. It apparently was the cars' turn to advance, and the pedestrians had to wait.
Dylan tried to punch the traffic light in the face, then he realised traffic lights didn't have faces, only colorful leds. He then grew even angrier.
How dare this device try to stop him? How outrageous was it that Dylan was, on it's cold, mechanical eyes, a mere 'pedestrian'?! He tried to rip off the ground the device, and, failing that, he kicked it to death. Which already was from the beginning, but details like these didn’t matter to the boy.
Then, he snorted at how pathetic the traffic light was, and stepped on the road without waiting for the green light.
"Fuck traffic rules. Nobody tells me what to do!" he sneered.
Then, out of nowhere a loud klaxon screeched at him. He turned to see a gigantic truck speed in his direction and he sensed killing intent. That truck had an aura of death. It was faster than he could react, and not even his outrageously powerful physique nor his overpowered innate killing technique would save him.
He was about to use his heightened reaction time and fit body to do an acrobatic pirouette and dodge the deadly truck.
To his surprise, the truck stopped at mere milimeters from rolling him over. The truck's door opened and a man with a tired face got off the truck.
Dylan tried to read the Ki levels of the mysterious truck driver, who was walking calmly in his direction.
Yet, Dylan couldn't sense a thing. In fact, time seemed to have stopped.
He gulped and then realized, he couldn't move!
The man looked at him with a mix of pity and disgust. "What the heck. I didn't know pricks this shameless could exist. What is the world turning into? There is no way THIS is normal. Good grief! Ugh."
He stretched a little, shaking his head in stern disapproval.
"You know, Dylan? I fucking hate this job. I get it, it needs to be done. It's part of life, the balance of the cosmos relies on this, and all that. But still... Sometimes, I feel bad about all the people I have to run over. Lonely salarymen needing a second chance at life? Socially awkward teenagers jumping in front of my truck to save an innocent bystander? Careless, clumsy girls in love, chasing after their crushes, and being crushed themselves under my tires, becoming roadkill? Boy, I weep at night for these people.
But, for YOU? I sure as hell won't weep. In fact, tell you what. You aren't even worthy of touching my truck" he spat, readying his knuckles.”I’ll kill you myself.”
"Fuck you" Dylan replied eloquently.
"No, fuck you. I had to drive all the way to here for you, and this is what I find?" the truck driver replied with a sigh. "I hope you get reincarnated as a fart or something, in whichever backwards world accepts someone as shitty as you. With this, My job here is done."
After these merciless words, his fist impacted against Dylan's chest, instantly making him explode in a million pieces.
The man got back into the legendary killer truck and drove away, as time returned to its natural flow.
Dylan, the innocent, normal highschool student, met his tragic end, unable to have his revenge.
"Normal highschool student, my ass. Narrator, shut up. You're full of shit too." groaned in annoyance the driver.
Running over people with his trademark vehicle to assist in the process of reincarnating heroes in other, fantasy worlds was his primary occupation.
Yet, he had no idea of the hell he had just unleashed.
When he decided Dylan urgently needed to reincarnate in another world, he just made a terrible enemy, and also, the worst mistake in his driving career. Soon, a poor, innocent fantasy world, would be wrecked by the young reincarnator's legendary tantrum.