Omake
Inter-dimensional serial killer truck-san strikes again! Killer of the innocent and raison d’etre of many a reincarnated hero. Truly a last boss among last bosses. When will his reign of terror end?
Prolog – It’s a good night to die!
A portly middle-aged man walking across the street at night and a truck running a red light about to hit him. It happens so frequently it’s a situation that never makes the news. So common it’d be cliché to use it in a story but in real life it’s just another sad statistic.
Uncommonly however the man jumps mostly out of the way. Only being clipped in the knee by the passing truck. The force is still enough to knock the man back into the alley behind him.
“Arrrg my back.”
The man lays on the ground in pain, hardly noticing the pain from his knee as apparently he threw out his back getting out of the way of the truck.
“Guess I can no longer be a system admin, now that I’ve taken a truck to the knee.”
Letting out a wheezing laugh as he tries to decide which pain is worse.
Suddenly he clutches his chest.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Yes his life style of sitting all day, eating fast food delivery and otherwise doing nothing the doctor has ordered predictably lead to this. A heart attack. The warning signs where all there: morbidly obese, flabby weak body, and pale completion from avoiding the outdoors.
“Haha, like this will kill me. It’s all been planned for.”
He takes out a few chewable aspirin and starting chewing them. Then takes out his smart phone to dial emergency services. As he opens his phone app and starts dialing the phone shuts down.
“I know I just charged this…”
As he tries to reboot his phone several bricks crash down a few feet away from him. Startled he looks up and notices a raven haired beauty wearing a stylish form fitting grim reaper robe.
“WHY WON’T YOU DIE ALREADY?” She screams at him.
After screaming in frustration she gathers dark energy around her then blasts it at the man. A pain unlike anything he has ever experienced hits him. Silently screaming it feels like his soul is being ripped from his body. Mentally grabbing hold of his own soul he pulls with all his might to bring it back. A few moments later the torment ends and he lays on the ground panting.
“Kukuku, still alive.”
She just stares at him for a few seconds, completely astonished.
She shrugs, pulls out a scythe from her robes and charges. She does a mighty overhanded swing with her scythe. Which he adroitly defects with his smart phone.
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“Kukuku, don’t underestimate my years of phone gaming skills.”
After several tugs to dislodge the now stuck in the ground scythe the women let’s go and steps back. She pulls out a pristine colt 1911 pistol and takes aim at his center mass.
“Hey wait a minute!”
The sound of gun fire rings out many times as she empties a full clip into him, pauses to reload and empties another full clip. After a few moments:
“Not even… my final form yet…”
Incredibly he still lives, between her poor aiming skills and his armor like layer of fat nothing vital has been hit.
“DAMN IT! I only have 2 minutes left to kill you!”
Curious he wheezes, “Why?”
“A new world is about to open up and it needs a demon lord. Without one my plans won’t work.”
Getting somewhat delirious from pain and blood loss, he slurs “Huh? Who-ish?”
Puffing up her nice chest she proclaims, “I’m the goddess Eris! And I have chosen you as the new demon lord. If you’ll be so kind to give up on life now. I only have a minute left.”
A dream come true if real. Harems, power, and indulging in every vice he thinks. The display of magic and taking out too large a weapon from too small a space in robe. Maybe this is real. Harder to think. Dying anyway. It’s decided he thinks.
“Owe me. Keep memories… give bonuses... magic.”
“Fine, fine already. Just give up on your life already. There are only seconds left.”
As he lets out his final breath and wills himself to die the goddess disappears and an unmarked van pulls up.
The next day the police are called. A few photos are taken. The coroner tries to take away the body. Then he gets a few uniformed officers to help lift the body then takes it away. Followed by some standing around doing nothing for a couple hours and poking randomly at things in the alley. Finally it’s ruled an obvious suicide and no more need for investigation from the police.
Next chapter blurb
What’s with the unmarked van? Are the police corrupt? Lazy? Influenced by the goddess? Will the man become a demon lord of his dreams? What is Eris’ plan? Will the author troll you, ignore and possibly forget about all these plot points next chapter? Welcome to the digital jungle!
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