"What the fuck happened?”

That cannot be happening! I just started to watch a new anime! And now that the earth ∞5895412 population is no more there will be no continuation!!!!

“Well…Do you remember there was this fat dictator with a god complex?”

“A dictator?...You mean from Korea?”

“Yes him. You see, under his government his subjects finally were able to create a nuclear warhead.”

“You mean that that fatso started the war?”

(To make this clear. I do not hate fat people nor do I ‘fat shame’ anyone. I am large myself…Author out!)

“Not exactly. All governments that were in possession of nuclear weaponry launched their attack simultaneously.”

“What the hell….”

That is beyond logic. I would understand if someone was on the verge of winning and then their opponent launched a ‘Revenge Strike’. Nevertheless, this? Were humans on earth ∞5895412 so insane?

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“I know what you are thinking. But you are mistaken…mostly. All those governments were infiltrated by a certain cult, which main belief was that ALL life is heresy.”

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A few hours later after I met Iradiel and that shocking info, I was standing in the middle of street in New York on earth ∞58954125894233546.

A pesthole of corruption this planet is.

Adjusting my necktie, I start my quest for the most corrupt human there is.

What is it? You are wondering how can a truck wear a necktie?

That’s easy. I am now in my human form. My truck form is my true form, however I am one of the being that guide souls trough death. You can call us Grim reapers, Shinigami, Mot, Ankou, Meager Hein or Maweth. We have many names and forms. And we can take a form of any living or dead being there is.

Walking past a couple of hooligans that were beating up an innocent zombie I arrive to my destination. The empire state building.

In here lives Malt Zuckerflerg. The most corrupt businessman and politician in this hellhole.

As I remember correctly, he occupy last ten floors.

Entering the building I am greeted by two armed guards.

“Halt! What is your business here?”

“Ah yes. I have to meet Malt Zuckerflerg.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“In fact I do.”

With a bit of ‘Reality Manipulation’ I add myself to the appointment list.

“Can I have your name?”

The guard asks nervously. I don’t blame him. If someone has an appointment with the most corrupted businessman in the world where corruption runs in the veins of newborn kittens, then this someone is really important.

“Yes. My name is James Truckborn.”