Will wakes up with a splitting headache.
'Did I somehow survive that too? No way, I'm probably dead.'
"Let me ask you a question, IDS:69."
'Wait, what?'
Will looks around and sees himself on an ever-expanding plane of nothingness, and turns to see an egg, with arms and legs, proudly sporting a truck logo on its shell.
Will looks at it for a few moments, pauses, and then smiles.
'I don't even care anymore.'
"Yes, what is your question, Mr. Egg?"
The egg tilts back for a moment, and Will interprets as possibly surprise, though Will is not sure, he has never seen emotions expressed on an egg before after all.
"Okay then, what came first, my dear IDS:69? The chicken or the egg?"
‘Did it just call me IDS:69?’
Will gives the egg a flat look, and then seriously ponders the question for a moment.
"I would have to say the egg, at least according to Darwin's theory's," Will says, giving the egg a pensive look, “How it basically happened is that an almost-chicken laid an egg which was fermented, and the mutations in the now zygote crossed the line from almost-chicken to chicken.”
'Did I fall asleep during biology class or something, something to do with eggs? No, maybe a mechanics class with the truck theme, though I don’t really remember taking either with online courses…’
Will looks at the egg which is shaking back and forth while banging his arms on his shell, and then at his plane of nothingness surrounding him.
‘That pain was too real, even with how strange this all is, it can’t be a dream.'
Will’s thoughts are interrupted as the egg sticks out its tongue?
‘Wait, does it even have a tongue? I’m pretty sure it didn’t have a tongue when I looked at it last.’
Will looks back at the egg to see it pointing straight at him.
"WRONG. No, it's obviously the truck."
The egg lifts its arms and crosses them, it then gives Will a petulant look, at least as much as an egg can.
'That egg's conceited, isn't it? And that answer is obviously wrong, it’s not even among the choices.'
The egg starts shaking its body back and forth.
“Tsk. You really need to try harder IDS:69, at this rate you’ll never get anywhere in life.”
‘Is this thing chastising me? Seriously? Now I’m getting upset.’
“Now listen here egg”
The egg inhales deeply its googly eyes widening.
‘Did those just appear? It doesn’t matter. I don’t even really care about all that much about all the weird things this egg is doing, but at the very least it’s going to get my name right.’
“My name is W-”
The egg interrupts Will, “IDS:69 we don’t have all day to listen to your hurt feelings at getting such a simple question wrong, it’s time to move on to your file.”
Yellowed pages start appearing in the air, and at the same time so do small glasses which poof into existence a few meters above the egg. They fall onto the egg and Will notices the small truck on the side of them.
The egg starts flipping through the pages.
"Okay, let's see here. A pretty lucky person, aren't you? Or, maybe after a point. Born as an orphan, you suffered in an orphanage until you were thirteen years old, that was when it was shut down, and you went to the streets. Two long years of homelessness later and you turned fifteen, that's when your ability started to show. You saved up what little money you could scrounge up from the streets, and decided to take a chance to improve your life. You ended up using that money when you asked a kindly old man to buy a lottery ticket for you. Against the odds you won, and split the money with that old man, that he gave you anything at all is another demonstration of your luck. You moved out, and a week later received a letter with a check for the remaining half. Apparently, the man had found enlightenment at a temple, and decided to wander penniless for the rest of his life. He bequeathed the rest of his assets to you."
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The egg 'looks' up, as much as an egg can, and gives Will a stare.
"Am I about right so far?"
'That's plus one point for it being a dream, not many people know I was an orphan, so I don't know how else he would have the information. On the other hand, if it isn’t…’
Will laughs to himself.
‘Well, if it isn’t, I’ve got other problems to worry about.’
"Basically."
The egg bobs itself in something like a nod.
"Then, let's total the damages. 367 hits with our standard truck, and one crash with our superior truck package, the energy total comes out quite high, you know?"
Will looks confused for a moment, "Umm… why would I need to pay you anything for trying to kill me, Mr. Egg?"
The egg gives an audible sigh.
"You're not paying me, but the valiant drivers that had to crash into you over and over again. Your luck sure makes you one tricky customer, most of the time we don’t have to resort to the truck-meteor, as costly as it is. And you definitely agreed pay us when you clicked that pop-up ad, you should have read everything there."
'You mean that pop-up ad with the asterisk?'
"If you need to review the terms once more, you will have 5 seconds to do so."
A screen showing the pop-up ad appears in front of Will’s face, and starts zooming in on the asterisk. As it continues to zoom Will starts to make out that the asterisk itself is a bunch of super small words squeezed together.
It then focuses at the start, and then scrolls through what must have been books work of words so fast that Will is only able to make out that terms are present before it finishes.
"Okay then, the obligatory review time is over, the contract is signed, as has been previously stated.” The egg pushes up its glasses, “All that's left is to let the contractor know the price."
The egg starts mumbling while pacing back and forth, before staring straight at Will.
"IDS:69"
'It’s not my name, and even then why 69 though…'
The egg continues, "Your luck has been commandeered as the only thing that can pay your energy debt and safe passage into the next world. Thanks for using the Isekai Delivery Service, we hope you have a good trip.”
'So this really is Isekai, I had my suspicions what with the name and all, but still fascinating," Will thinks as he sees the swirling, glowing lights gathering around him.
'I wonder, will I go on adventures, build a harem of animal girls, or die to the grim realities of a fantasy world.'
Will nods for a moment as he disappears.
'It's time to see what genre of the many webnovels is right!'
Will appears in thin air and starts falling for a meter, lands on the grass with a thump. Cracking echoes as Will feels extreme pain from his chest. He manages to roll over and puts his hand on his chest, just to have his vision go blurry.
'So, painful, I must have broken something.'
Will looks over at the rock he had just fallen on.
‘Well, I don’t know what about this you could call safe passage, I’m already injured, alone, and out in the wilderness. I should definitely complain to customer services, if IDS even has that.’
Will slowly gets up, to be hit with a fireball in the face.
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"Did you get it, Dagnar?" Isabelle asks with a hopeful expression.
"Please tell me you did, it has been ages since we’ve had some meat in our stew!" Realita says while slobbering, “Just the thought is making me hungry.”
Dagnar pushes aside some bushes, and makes his way out of the undergrowth to see what he hit.
"Umm, guys… It may not have been a rabbit."
"What nonsense is this, only the teleporting rabbits appear out of thin air. I mean it could have been a lich or something, but that is waaayy too high level creature for this are. This is all common sense Dagnar," says Salrn snottily.
"I know that Salrn, but I'm pretty sure I’d know a human corpse when I see one…"
Dagnar gags at the scent as it wafts over to him.
Isabelle approaches and takes a look through the tall grass.
"Yep, we're all going to prison because Dagnar doesn’t know how to check a target before hitting it. Adventurer common sense 101, and he breaks it," Isabelle says while the rest gather around.
Dagnar starts sweating, "I can't go to prison, I still have things to do, like… things."
Realita pats Dagnar on the back, “Well, I’m sure you’ll be out in 10 years or so. It was an accident so it’s no real biggy.”
Dagnar sweats for a moment, before his eyes widen, he turns slowly and smiles at Realita, “Why are you talking like I’d be the only one going away, adventurer laws indicate that when doing party hunting punishments fall on the whole party,” Dagnar grabs ahold of Realita’s hand as she starts to sweat, “In other words, if I’m going away so are all of you.”
Dagnar gives a maniacal laugh, and the still warm corpse sizzles.
Realita starts to panic and looks to her teammates, “I’m sure we can find a way out of this, together.”
The rest of the group nods, before Salrn speaks up.
"Well, no-one will go to prison if we keep quiet. If we bury the body we should be fine, and if we are ever questioned we can just say that we found it on our journey and wanted to put the poor soul to rest, there should be no problem, right?" Salrn looks around at the group, and they nod, before looking back to see depressed and slightly singed grass where the body had once been.
"Or, that could happen too."