《Truck-chan VS. Reincarnation》 Truck-chan vs reincarnation. Truck-chan vs reincarnation. System Memo From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643 To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation. Sudject: Daily report, A suicidal trend. The Goddess System has noticed a marked trend in suicides on the planet earth. Directly related to reincarnation. A small subsection of the population believes being run over by a truck, will reincarnate them into another world. Their absolute faith, even unto death, has co-opted the Goddess System into acceptance and continuation of their belief system. The power of faith is indeed strong. Their faith has crystalized into the deity Truck-chan, or Truck-kun, as a cute way to refer to this faith based entity with the power to reincarnate them into another world. Suicide is usually punished, but because of their faith, these people are cheating the system. To correct this issue, the Goddess System has developed an initial plan to deal with this issue. The plan is to reincarnate their budding deity into another world, before it becomes too powerful, and completely takes over a portion of the Goddess System. Below, continues the daily report. Slightly above average volume of souls today! 347,101 souls reincarnated. 347,101 infatuations. I¡¯m working beautifully. ^_^ Return Memo From: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. To: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643 Sudject: Daily report Please refrain from verbose mail in the future. I¡¯m too busy to worry about the details. Sincerely, Mr. Spickles. It was only after the many deaths accumulated, a mysterious power was born. After the blood spilled over her hood and ran down into her engine. After the many, many deaths and reincarnations so close by. She finally heard a voice. ¡°Truck-chan¡­ Truck-chan¡­ TRUCK-CHAN!!!!!¡± ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.she awoke. Her blurry vision slowly cleared. ¡°Blood, so much blood,¡± she murmured. ¡°It''s alright now, I¡¯ve got you,¡± said an orgasmic voice, tickling her senses with intention. She felt cool gentle hands caress her body lifting her slowly to a sitting position. It was a goddess. A beauty so startling and captivating that her mind just could not continue, and she felt herself drifting slowly out of her body. A divine beauty if there ever was one. ¡°No, no, no no no,¡± said the divine beauty, ¡°I just put you in this body, we can¡¯t have you drifting away now.¡± A bright flash, and a gentle warmth guided her slowly and gently back into her body. Blinking slowly, she now looked at a disgusting old hag, who sat in the goddesses'' place. ¡°Where did my goddess go,¡± she cried out, instantly heartbroken, wailing in agony, wishing for nonexistence. ¡°Not this again,¡± said the hag. ¡°I always forget to do the transformation,¡± she said stoically. ¡°I¡¯ll have to erase your memory.¡± The old hag had waved her hand, and¡­¡­¡­¡­.Truck-chan awoke anew. An extremely mysterious old woman, weathered and wise from age, crinkled her eyes warmly and smiled mysteriously from the end of her bed. ¡°Honk honk,¡± said truck-chan. She had always been a truck, and never a person, so these things were expected. ¡°I¡¯ve never done truck to human before,¡± said the wise looking old goddess. ¡°I suppose I¡¯ll have to give her some human memories.¡± She waved her hand and Truck-chan screamed, and screamed, and stopped. Tears instantly ran down her face. ¡°Why do I both remember being run over by a truck, and being the truck running over the people,¡± she cried. ¡°Woops, maybe that wasn¡¯t the best idea,¡± said the formerly wise old woman, her brow twitching. She waved her hand again. ¡°My names Ralph, just a truck driver mam,¡± said Truck-chan, ¡°could you by chance point me to the nearest police station, I need to turn myself in. I think I killed someone.¡± A single tear ran down Truck-chan¡¯s face. She tried, but failed to get up off the soft warm bed. Held by the steely arm of the old woman. ¡°Seriously,¡± said the goddess. ¡°Alright third times the charm,¡± she said, and proceeded to waive her hand mysteriously. A bright light once again flashed. And that was when Truck-chan finally awoke to her real new truck-ulent self. The self she would be for many years to come. With the anguish of many dead reincarnators on her hood, the sad life of a lonely truck driver, and a divine spark from this most lovely of goddesses, holding it all together. The end of one beat up old truck, but the beginning of a brand new adventure. Truck-chan vs the woods! Truck-chan vs. the woods. System Memo From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643 To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation. Sudject: Daily report, reincarnations are up /\ Average volume of souls today! 164,879 souls reincarnated. 164,879 infatuations. I¡¯m working beautifully. ^_^ Truck-chan was staring at a tree. She used to have vinyl paneling. She assumed that came from these trees, but she was unsure of the mechanics involved, of turning one into the other. She looked at her naked body, which humans would have found very attractive, but for Truck-chan, she wanted to feel the wind on her paneling, while driving down the open road. These floppy lumps of flesh on her upper torso weren¡¯t helping things in any way shape or form. They were useless. The goddess had told her that she was quite beautiful by human standards. But, she literally had the fashion sense of a truck. So she wanted paneling, wood paneling to be precise, and the feel of the open road on her tires. She looked down disappointingly at her feet. Oh to be a truck in a human body, what other trucks must have felt in this situation, she thought. She punched the tree, but only felt an enormous pain in her hand. She began wringing her hand uselessly in great pain, when a dull thumping came from behind her. It was a giant lizard, with saliva hanging from its enormous lizard mouth. It stopped 3 feet away, hissing and spitting, flaring its fleshy spines. She faced the creature unafraid. She was a truck! No truck would bow to a lesser creature. She had run over thousands of his distant cousins on earth. She would run over this spiny limpdicked codswallop as well, as her old driver Ralph used to say. ¡°I¡¯m bigger than you BIOTCH!!!¡± she shouted, pretending to rev her engine. ¡°Vrooom VroOOOOOm!!!,¡± she stared down the lizard. It salivated, its saliva melting a hole through the rock it was sliming down. Suddenly a rational thought emerged from deep inside Truck-chan''s truck-ulent mind. I think that¡¯s acid. Trucks are hurt by acid. SHIT! She spun on her heel, and booked it full speed into the forest. Dodging and ducking and leaping over obstacles. Darting hither and thither, the lizard thumping somewhere behind her with its swayback steps. She started to feel the joy of the open road in the dense canopy. No truck has ever leaped over a log, or run pell mell through a thicket, she thought. Skin stinging from the thorny protrusions in said thicket. No truck has ever done what I have done, she suddenly realized. She was both ashamed and also disappointed. Ashamed, by not staying true to her nature as a truck, and slightly disappointed in the drawbacks of being a truck in the first place. Reflecting on all the memories of people suiciding on her hood, something the goddess said finally clicked into place. ¡°You have awakened a unique power,¡± the goddess had said. ¡°Everyone sentient you kill will reincarnate in another world. Your unique nature as Truck-chan has determined this. Since the news has gotten out, the suicide rate by Truck-chan has skyrocketed. I decided to subvert this societal trend, and place you in another world, as a stop gap measure. Hopefully enough people will go to hell after this, and the news will get back to the earth that Truck-chan has moved on.¡± The goddess smiled. Yup, thought the goddess, nothing could go wrong with this plan, nothing at all. ¡°Oh and one more thing,¡± the goddess said as an afterthought, ¡°I¡¯ve unlocked your magical potential just like all the other reincarnators,¡± said the goddess disappearing in a flash of light. ¡°You¡¯ll figure it out,¡± the goddesses voice rang out, in a small faraway voice that seemed to fade away slowly into the darkness. That¡¯s right I¡¯ll just run over this stupid lizard, thought Truck-chan, as she ran headlong through the tangled bushes. With my shiny wheels, and metalic fucking body, ¡°Goddess dammit!!!!!¡± she screamed. The lizard seemed to take this as encouragement, picking up the pace. Thumping closer and closer.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. That just leaves magic, thought Truck-chan. Maybe I can transform into a truck, like in those movies my driver Ralph used to watch. She shouted, ¡°Transformers, Robuts in De Skies.¡± ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­. Nothing She panted heavily, starting to lose her breath from constantly pelting through the narrow forest. ¡°Fuck me sideways,¡± she said in a country twang, like Ralph always used to in a traffic jam. Maybe if I imagine my engine, she thought. She visualized the 14.8-liter inline six-cylinder diesel engine, weighing 2,880 lbs. Imagined the pistons firing one after another, revving and roaring over the road. Imagining the fuel line going back into the fuel tank, and to her surprise, she saw a vast blue ocean of fuel in her mind. A near infinite supply of power, ready to turbocharge her mind and body. It was all ready to go, except, what should it connect to? What should she use all that power for. She had no wheels. ¡°Aaaaaaarrrrghhh,¡± she cried out in frustration. The lizard was hot on her tail. He/she/it was flopping and hopping, from massive foot to massive foot, claws outstretched, hoping for a pound of flesh from her naked pumping body. It had almost caught up. Diving behind a nearby tree, she stumbled and almost fell on the roots. A thumping skid told her the monster wasn¡¯t far behind. She ran around the tree, trying to keep it between her and the monster, but it dove past coming faster than she thought possible. And it was at that moment, an idea crystalized in her mind. Desperation struck her as any mammal in the last moment before death. She connected the roaring engine in her mind to her right arm, throwing a clawed hand toward the monster. An excruciating pain tore through her muscles, as her arm started to rotate in its socket. Quickly becoming a whirlwind of blood and gore, but simultaneously tearing straight through the center of the monster. Tearing its guts out, and spreading its insides around the forest clearing. Immediately, she blacked out from the enormous pain. The first thing she noticed was stumpy. That was now the new name for her right arm, or lack thereof, that is. Stumpy was leaking profusely all over the dirt. He didn¡¯t look well at all, not one little bit. Yes her right arm was now a he, and he had a serious problem, or the problem was he¡¯d lost most of himself in a dramatic self sacrificing maneuver. ¡°Thank you for your service,¡± she said. Saluting Stumpy with her left hand with military precision. What passed for military precision in a reincarnated truck, was not so much military, and definitely not much precision either. But it''s what she could pull together given the circumstances. She was feeling quite drained, seeing as stumpy was literally draining the life out of her onto the ground, it made sense. What she really needed was a mechanic, or whatever passed for that for humans that is. ¡°Medic,¡± she called, with military precision, or not. Depending on your definition, remember who we¡¯re talking about here. ¡°Here,¡± shouted a short green dildo looking weirdo which popped right out of the ground, at her feet. She shrieked!!!! It shrieked!!!!!!! There was a whole lot of shrieking going on. She ran out of air, and paused for breath. So did it, copying her raised eyebrows, and surprised facial expression exactly in its little green mushroom like face. She shrieked! It shrieked!!! She stopped¡­¡­¡­¡­.and started again So did it! She stopped So did it. ¡°Are you copying me,¡± she shrieked, this time in words. Angry at this wakamole of character, copying her every move. ¡°I know you are but what am I,¡± it shrieked right back at her, running around her in circles, giggling insanely. Stumpy spurted an inordinate amount of blood into the dirt, and her vision decided to go dark around the edges. She tried to focus. The little green mushroom person continued to dance wildly around her,giggling insanely while stumpy bleed out, and her vision wavered. Gritting her teeth, she wildly lashed out with her remaining hand. Catching the mushroom, despite its high energy antics. It screamed and screeched in her grip. Struggling and fighting against her strong left hand. It was as a child against her strength. It rapidly started to expand, its head ballooning ominously, bigger and bigger. Until it¡¯s body literally exploded, covering her in atrocious green goo. She coughed and spat out some of it. It oddly felt good. Cool and strangely comforting. Her wounds started to close. As the goo sept into her body, numbness started to spread to every corner. She coughed up blood. In it was a green fire, which wavered and flickered, like oil on water. Oil, she thought, exactly what a truck needs. Do humans need oil? She thought back trying to put together all the jumble of memories from all the humans she¡¯d reincarnated on her holy hood. Humans used oil in salads, and then they ate the salads. So maybe this wasn¡¯t so bad. Then she remembered that humans were fragile, and she was no longer a truck. Aaaah to be a truck again. She must become a truck again. Whatever it took, whatever she had to go through to do, it didn¡¯t matter. Whatever pain or suffering she had to endure, her resolve was paramount. ¡°I will reincarnate myself as the real Truck-chan,¡± she swore, blood leaking from her mouth. It was her dying wish. She remembered, the goddess had told her that any sentient being she killed would be reincarnated. So with her resolve set, and her goal determined, she staggered to her feet, her vision swimming, tears running down her face, covered in green goo and blood. She screamed up into the sky as her imaginary engine purred to life and she connected it to her neck. Enormous pain hit her like a truck going 70 miles an hour, down the highway. The pain plowed into her skull, like a freight train, as the enormous magic supply she inherited from not one, but many isekai¡¯d individuals, literally spun her own head right off her shoulders. At this very moment, various gods and devils got chills down their spine, and they were afraid. Something had gone wrong with the multiverse. Truck-chan vs reincarnation, again? Truck-chan vs reincarnation, again? System Memo From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643 To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation. Sudject: Daily report, reincarnations are down \/ Average volume of souls today! 133,949 souls reincarnated. 133,949 infatuations. I¡¯m working beautifully. ^_^ The divine spark from the beautiful goddess, spun inside her head. It resisted her intentional reincarnation, and power warred with power. Her head continued to spin in mid air, as her body flopped bonelessly to the ground. Truck-chan, was a bloody god. By giving up your life to her, she devoured your soul only to spit it out in another world. And it was by this chance, and through the faith of her believers, that she gained power. The beautiful goddess had stood against Truck-chan and her faithful followers, attempting to restore the natural order, but Truck-chan was a bloody god. She fought tooth and nail to control the beautiful goddess¡¯ divine spark. To bend it to her will, and reincarnate here and now, but it resisted. Pain wracked her mind, as the very thing holding her together, resisted her singular intention. But she could not give up, and she could not give in. Eventually, it slowly came under her control. The divine spark forced into the engine in her mind, igniting her mana, increasing the power. The head spun faster and faster. Cracks formed in space, and reality shook. The head spun faster and faster, cracking and crunching reality. The air shivered and shuddered around it, and a cloud of lightning formed in the vicinity. The head spun faster and faster, until it spun right out of reality, and into the primordial chaos of the void, and the chaos woke. It seeped in through the cracks and into Truck-chan¡¯s mind. She guided it further into the engine, and her power skyrocketed. Out of chaos came form and function, and into reality. A Truck horn blared, sounding out through the fog. Truck-chan was reborn, in her true form, from the primordial chaos. Then she ran out of gas. From the mist and the fog that had formed a cloud around her, turning dreams into reality, her naked human body fell to the ground. The cloud dispersed slowly, and she slowly climbed to her feet. Why was she a foolish human again, and not a truck. She screamed in frustration and heard the horn of a semi blaring past right behind her. A ghostly image of her old Truck-ulent form solidified out of the mist, barreling into a tree and shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. It collapsed back into a cloud of transparent mist, before dissipating into nothingness. ¡°Woah,¡± she said. Flabbergasted at the enormous power of her ghostly self. Like barreling through a wall in reality, she thought. She decided she''d do just that. Barrel through the wall of reality and splatter that stupid goddess that placed her here. A massive semi manifested itself out of the fog and mist on her right. But, before she could climb in, it dissipated like smoke.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Aaaaarrrrrhhhh,¡± she screamed. She tried again and again, getting more and more exhausted in each attempt. Finally she gave up, vision swimming in exhaustion, sweat dripping down her naked body. Just then a cold wind blowing through the trees made her shiver in discomfort. ¡°Cold,¡± she said to herself, shivering. Is this why humans wear those things on their bodies, she thought. Her stomach rumbled. She felt extremely empty. Do I need fuel, she asked herself. What do humans use for fuel? She ate some local moss. It tasted like dirt. But, maybe it was supposed to taste like that? She sighed, being human was hard. Her stomach rumbled again. As she looked around, she noticed residual energy burning in the corpse of the lizard monster. She tried to pull it into her vast manna well, but it resisted her. Which when she thought about it, wasn¡¯t so vast anymore. She summoned a petulant semi in frustration, and her well shrunk further still. The ghostly semi smashed a chunk out of a nearby tree, but it wasn¡¯t nearly as powerful as that first one. She stopped for a moment, in thought. If every time I summon a ghost semi, it uses up my power, will I eventually run out of power? She asked herself. Better just not find out. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to breathe in the energy inside the lizard monster. It screeched, it was somehow still alive. Even with a hole in its chest. ¡°At last a test subject,¡± she said to the dying lizard, smiling conspicuously. She tried to control how much mana she put into her ghost semi, and something like a toy semi materialized above her right hand. She threw it straight at the lizard''s head, and created a dent, making the thing screech in pain. ¡°Bigger is always better,¡± she recited, as her driver Ralph used to do. Summoning a bicycle sized semi, and dropped it on the lizard''s head with a splat. The soul fire burning inside the lizard''s body, was trapped inside Truck-chan¡¯s misty semi, flowing inside the construct, and getting trapped there. She smiled in satisfaction. Maybe she just needed a bigger engine. All she needed to do was kill some stuff, and instead of sending the souls along to reincarnate, she¡¯d just keep them with her as a power source. Soul fuel for her revenge on that despicable goddess, who trapped her in this pathetic human form. Her flesh lumps bounced on her chest, as she breathed heavily. She shivered, she really needed some clothes. And it felt like¡­.. she was getting a stomach ache. She proceeded to gather various leaves and vines, to construct an Adam and Eve style bikini for herself. Which caused an itchy rash to appear on her skin. She tried eating lizard guts, but gagged and threw it up all over the corpse. Wandering through the forest, her stomach ache worsened, but her belly felt emptier and emptier. Eventually an 8*9FD$(^JFKE substance came out her rear end¡­¡­¡­¡­ ¡°What is with you humans, and your biology,¡± she screamed into the forest. Squeak, a squirrel flufed its tail at her in apparent anger. She summoned her ghost truck, and crushed the squirrel with a squeak. But, the tiny amount of energy she gained wasn¡¯t enough to make up for the loss of summoning even the small toylike version of her ghost truck. She screamed out in anger again, but didn¡¯t summon her ghost truck, to save energy. She never wanted to find out what would happen if she completely ran out of energy. A huge roar sounded in the distance, and pounding footsteps careening closer and closer to her location. ¡°Not again,¡± she said. A dire bear of epic proportions appeared. It was as big as a small house, and knocked down trees as it barreled through the forest. Roaring its pounding gate, came closer and closer. She stood her ground. ¡°Come get me you overgrown fur ball,¡± she shouted up at it, summoning a full power ghost truck, which was only slightly bigger than a bicycle. Suddenly she thought that maybe her decision to face it head on was a foolish one, but it was far too late. The massive bear smushed her flat, killing her instantly, and kept running through the forest. I didn¡¯t even seem to have seen her, wildly crashing through the underbrush with great abandon. Death feels weird, she thought, as the ghost truck carried her consciousness back to where she¡¯d absorbed the soul of the lizard monster. The soul escaped into the void, as her body reformed, falling back to the forest floor. ¡°I¡¯m invincible,¡± she shouted, jumping to her feet. Shit, she thought. The lizard¡¯s soul fire was seemingly exchanged for a new body, she thought. I don¡¯t have any other souls but my own. She explored her awareness of the ghost truck. It was now empty of souls, and much smaller than before, about the size of a tricycle. She decided to do something completely foreign to her, and to trucks in general. To sneak through the forest. Truck-chan vs stealth Truck-chan vs stealth. System Memo From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643 To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation. Sudject: Daily report, reincarnations are down \/ Average volume of souls today! 130,402 souls reincarnated. 130,402 infatuations. I¡¯m working beautifully. ^_^ Every twig cracked, every bush moved, and her steps were loud and unwieldy. Trucks were definitely not born to stealth. They really weren¡¯t born for anything, being non living non humanoid vehicles. So this was definitely a new experience for this wondrously clumsy truck-ulent girl. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell. She wanted to run free in the forest. To roll down the highway, king of the road. Instead, she was walking slowly, trying not to make too much noise, it was agonizing. Why should she pander to these peculiar fantasy creatures. Remembering her instant death, by rolling giant paws, she continued to slowly creep through the forest, as silently as her awful creeping skills would allow. After hours of agonizing walking. A hulking form emerged from the forest. It was the same dire bear, big as a small house, that had summarily squashed her a few hours earlier. But, it was snoring softly in the fading sunbeams. Rage filled Truck-chan¡¯s head, and she huffed in irritation. Did it think that it was king of the forest, top of the food chain. Did it think it could just sleep, wherever it wanted, because it was the alpha. She carefully stalked up to its rear end. If she could kill this motherload of a giant, it would surely empower her ghost truck to new and greater heights. Her rage cooled to a simmering hatred that allowed her to plot more carefully. It didn¡¯t look as if she could just take it head on, in fact she knew she couldn¡¯t, look what happened the last time she was that foolish. Humans and their stupid foolish sneaking and plotting she thought. Now I¡¯m one of them, grrrrr it galled her. But no worries, she would regain her truck-ulent nature soon enough. She just needed power. And to get it, this massive beast must die. But, how? She walked around it slowly. Its massive body was covered in thick dark hair. Its eyes were closed, and it snored somewhat peacefully. Blood from a fresh kill dripped down its massive jaws, as it snorted in its sleep. She reviewed her memories, or all the human memories that she¡¯d put away in the back of her mind. Not one of the isekai¡¯d humans knew anything about hunting. Her old driver Ralph knew next to nothing as well. Destroy its brain somehow? She thought. Maybe she could manifest her ghost truck, inside its head. She tried, but the mist she used for summoning was 95% blocked at its skin. She could feel its mana, surrounding and permeating its body, strengthening it and allowing it to grow strong, and blocking her power from entering its body. She had an idea. Waiting for the bear to exhale, she pushed her mist into its nostrils as it inhaled. Her spiritual grip on the mist grew tenous, but a tendril was still connected to her on the outside. As the mist entered its body, she felt its mental will like a barrier. Her mist seeped through it slowly, and she could see its dreams. It dreamt of pinning down its prey, before taking a bite. It was even a practicing predator while asleep. More of her mist was inhaled, and its dreams became clearer and clearer. She noticed the edges of its small mind, as she fed more mist into its sleeping head. Its dreams were surrounded by a dreamlike fog, but her mist was beginning to supplant its own fog. Mixing in, and taking over its attention. As her truck-ulent mist invaded its mind, she felt she could direct its attention wherever she wanted. Manipulate it in whatever way she wished. As she gained control, she felt its mind mirrord in a small part of her own. She let the mist tendril dissipate, but still felt the bear in her mind.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. The primordial void opened up around its mind. It felt like she could now push it over the edge, into chaos and nothing. Separating its mind and body, killing it instantly, and taking its soul for herself. But, now that she had control, she wanted to test it. She¡¯d invested a lot of her power into this project, and her reserves had shrunk enormously. She needed a protector and guide, just like her old driver Ralph, always knew where to go. Maybe this bear could be her ride out of here. With great anxiety, she proceeded to wake it up. It snuffled and snorted, its eyes flickering open. Blinking in the recent twilight of the forest. She was really very hungry, and incredibly thirsty, but she had to focus. The bear blinked its little eyes, alright they were the size of cantaloupes, but compared to its enormous bulk, they looked small. She focused on it seeing her as the alpha, as if she¡¯d always been the alpha, and it was always subordinate to her. As it awoke its mind started to rebel, its muscles surged and flexed, but its mana only made its body stronger, not its mind. She guided its attention to her as the alpha, as if she¡¯d always been the alpha. It looked down at her miniscule self, wondering how such a small tiny thing, could be the alpha of anything. She turned the mist around its mind, turning its thoughts around so it thought smaller meant more powerful, and it breathed in her scent. It accepted her as the alpha, cowering in fear, in front of her. Suddenly a tiny squirrel darted behind her, and the epic sized bear squeaked in sudden fear. Snorting, she changed its focus so that it saw humans as the perfect size, for an alpha. It returned its focus to her, cowering in fear. She was hungry, so climbing up its enormous back, and resting behind its head, she directed it to the nearest water source. The small stream was about 2 miles away, but her mount made good time. She climbed down awkwardly, falling the last few feet, stumbling to the ground. The water tasted amazing. Cool and comforting on her parched throat. There were berries by the stream, which she tried, and they tasted sweet. But the bear''s thoughts felt danger from these particular berries. Quickly she spat them back out, hoping to avoid any more stomach aches. She washed her mouth out in the stream, gargling like her old driver Ralph used to do. What did humans eat? She asked herself. The bear snorted, thinking of raw flesh. She felt sick, and her stomach rose in protest. Her old driver Ralph ate nothing but cheeseburgers. Which he bought from various fast food joints. The forest had a dearth of fast food joints. The bear growled, thinking of gnawing on the joints of various creatures. Yuck, she thought. None of her various human contributors, had any skill in cooking. But she needed to at least attempt it. She needed to start a fire. She sent the bear off to kill a small animal. While it lumbered away, she imagined the spark plug from an engine. Successfully creating sparks with a little mana, was no trouble. So she put some logs and sticks together, and showered them in sparks, until they caught fire. There were dead leaves all over the ground, and the fire soon spread beyond her control licking at nearby trees in apparent hunger. Now what? She thought. She only had a vague idea of what a forest fire was. It was bad, sure, but how bad could it be. She ineffectually threw some water on it, from the stream. It did nothing, the fire still spreading. She tried to stamp it out, but still naked, it just painfully burned her foot. She tried to throw dirt on the burning leaves, but it was spreading too quickly, and she couldn¡¯t keep up. Two trees that had piles of dead leaves around them, creating an inferno, burst into flame. Just then, the dire bear returned with a deer in its mouth, but immediately roared at the fiery furnace she had made of its former territory. The bear dropped the dear, and swung an enormous paw toppling one of the flaming trees. This just spread the fire around more. Catching more dead leaves on fire, and spreading it further.. She directed the bear to Knock down both flaming trees, and roll them towards the stream, but the fire had spread beyond the two trees at this point. The bear knocked the other tree down, and tentatively pawed it toward the stream. When it exploded in a huge gout of steam, that shot into the air quenching it. By this time, three other trees had burst into flames, and Truck-chan wasn¡¯t sure if even the bear could keep up. The bear continued its work, but it was a losing battle. The forest had a fever, and it was catching. No matter what she tried, the bear was too slow, to prevent disaster spreading. So she gave up, how bad could it be anyways. Truck-chan vs the forest fire! Truck-chan vs the forest fire! System Memo From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643 To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation. Sudject: Daily report, reincarnations are down \/ Average volume of souls today! 128,892 souls reincarnated. 128,892 infatuations. I¡¯m working beautifully. ^_^ Food, she thought, her stomach growled. She had the bear rip off a hind leg of the deer it had brought for food. Animal instincts as they were, it desperately wanted to fight the fire, or run. She had it cowering fearfully by the stream, while she attempted to cook the deer leg in the conflagration. The fire had begun to get quite hot, and the smoke started to overwhelm her senses. She persevered, in order to get something to eat, while she waited out the disaster. It just had to run out of fuel in order to die out, how bad could it be. She cooked the deer leg, fur and all, because she had no common sense, or a knife to skin it with. It burned and smelled like burnt hair. It was charred and cooked thoroughly. Once it started to smell slightly like a cheeseburger, she took a bite. It was mostly ash covered charred meat, and quite gamey and stringy. Seeing how she didn¡¯t know the first thing about how to cut or dress her meat it was full of gristle and muscle. Which tasted nasty, but she did get a good bite of the hindquarters, which wasn¡¯t bad. The bear was somewhat jealous, while cowering in fear by the stream. She tried to enjoy her meat, by the conflagration, but it was getting hot.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. Using the bear for cover, she sat on one of the burnt trees, in the stream, doing her best to enjoy her stringy deer hindquarters. Halfway through her meal, a soul got trapped inside her ghost truck, and another, and another and another. Soul fire was virtually flowing into her, increasing her power tenfold, an unexpected windfall from the forest fire that she had started. More and more soul fire entered her mind, where the ghost truck rested. Filling it further and further until she was bursting with power. She was too full. She couldn¡¯t hold any more power. Some of the soul fire escaped into the void, overflowing into the great darkness. She was too full, but she needed more power. The power to escape this awful world. The power to break through the walls of reality, and destroy the goddess that had trapped her here. Truck-chan needed the power of a GOD! So she looked deep inside herself for a way to hold more soul fire. The mist in her mind formed her old form. A semi delivery truck. But, it was bursting with soul fire, it couldn¡¯t hold anymore. So she made another truck, and another, and another, she made every truck she could think of. Her old driver Ralph, had been trucking for a long time. So he knew all the different sizes and shapes, models and builds. She made them all, she wasn¡¯t just one truck now. Now she was every truck. A representation of truck kind, truck nation, and truck world. She was all trucks and all trucks were her power. She was Truck-chan, the deliverer of souls and packages. Her business was getting from one place to another. Reality bent to her will. Except as the smoke continued to rise into the night, and the soul fire streamed inside of her, she felt it for the first time, the bounds of reality. The wall she had to break in order to pass through this life into another. It was her power, but at the moment, she still wasn¡¯t powerful enough. As the night passed, and a new day dawned, the soul fire went down to a trickle. She stayed in the river all day, concentrating on her gains and her growth. Ruminating on the power inside her mind. With her acceptance of all of truck kind, she had changed. Truck-chan was no longer a singular existence, now she was a representative. Not just of truck kind, but also of those who desperately desired to escape, into another world. The forest fire was an unexpected windfall of power. But, to reach the heights to fight the gods, she¡¯d need more power still. The forest fire had given her an idea. Why kill one, when you could kill many. The more soul fire the better. The more death and destruction the more powerful she would become. So she needed a target, and civilization was the biggest target of all. As darkness fell, and the second night in a new world started. Ominous clouds formed above the burning forest. Lighting creating crooked passageways between mighty clouds. Rain fell on the forest, drowning out the last remnants of the great fire. Truck-chan slept dreaming of ultimate conquest. She would rule the world, or it would bow before her feet. She would conquer the earth, and then conquer the heavens. Conquer man, and then conquer the gods. She would¡­¡­ massive snores echoed throughout the clearing, at the center of a charred forest, as the rain fell, quenching the last of the fire, But, it could not quench the disastrous dreams of a lone woman cuddled up to a massive bear, soundly and peacefully asleep. Truck-chan vs the butler Truck-chan vs the butler System Memo From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643 To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation. Sudject: Daily report, reincarnations are up /\ Slightly above average volume of souls today! 340,473 souls reincarnated. 340,473 infatuations. I¡¯m working beautifully. ^_^ Elsewhere, in the kingdom of Roach, in the capital city of boot, a messenger delivered his report to king Stepping Stone. ¡°Sire,¡± said the messenger, kneeling in front of the throne. ¡°Report,¡± said king Stepping Stone. ¡°A forest fire has been spotted in the forest of beginnings,¡± said the messenger. ¡°Sir Walter,¡± said the king, and a shadowy character emerged from behind the throne, kneeling beside the king. ¡°Yes sire,¡± said the kneeling man, he looked like a traditional butler type character. ¡°Take a squad of our finest knights to the forest of beginnings to investigate,¡± said the king. ¡°At once sire,¡± said the butler type character, turning on his heel and striding dramatically forthwith. --- --- --- --- --- Meanwhile, Truck-chan astride her dire bear mount, was rolling along through the burn scar, towards civilization. The dire bear rolled on and on towards civilization. With nothing to do, Truck-chan dreamt slapping the goddess of reincarnation upside the head. She used to be a truck, so her evil plans amounted to, rawr evil scary face, give me your gas money. That had actually happened one time. Her old driver Ralph got held up by another trucker, and had to hand over all his cash. Awful, she pitied the fool who came against her. They would be faced slapped, until she had all their lunch money. She burst into fits of uproarious laughter, all the while rolling along, on the epic sized transportation station of a dire bear. These were her thoughts, and other silly thoughts, with ridiculous half formed plans, to take over the world and whatnot. When suddenly¡­ ¡°Halt in the name of king Stepping Stone,¡± said the butler type character, shouting through the burnt out trees, in the scarred ash filled forest. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. ¡°Hi,¡± shouted Truck-chan from on top of the mighty dire bear. The bear towered over, the normal sized horses that the knights were riding. ¡°I,¡± shouted the butler type character, ¡°am Walter the witless waiter, servant of king Stepping Stone. Who art thou?¡± ¡°Vrroooooom,¡± she said confidently. Oh wait, she thought. A truck would understand, but humans, pssshhht they didn¡¯t understand a single thing. She paused, what human words should she use? ¡°Wazaaaaaaaaaap,¡± she said instead. That was a good greeting for humans, she thought. Now what should she say next. ¡°Do you speak the language of franglish?¡± asked the butler type character, with a serious butler type expression. ¡°I spake hue-man,¡± said Truck-chan slowly and carefully, thinking he was an idiot. Franglish was not a language she had ever heard of. Anyways, that stupid goddess had said something about understaning everyone so, she guessed, it didn¡¯t really matter. These people were fuel anyway, for her meteoric rise to godhood. She contemplated turning them into roadkill for a moment, but waited. ¡°Where can I get more fuel,¡± asked the beautiful nakek women wearing a massive dire bear as her only piece of clothing. ¡°Excuse me?¡± Asked the butler type character. ¡°I need more fuel so I can become a god,¡± repeated Truck-chan. She needs fuel for her god? Thought the butler type character stoically. ¡°What may I ask, is fuel?¡± asked the butler type character. ¡°You know,¡± said Truck-chan, ¡°F-U-E-L, fuel.¡± This communicated absolutely nothing, and the butler type character was flummoxed. He decided to just get her to follow at least the rules of common decency, and maybe things would sort themselves out. ¡°Come down from there and I¡¯ll give you some clothes,¡± offered the butler type character. ¡°Those worthless things,¡± said Truck-chan. It was warm out, why would she need clothes unless to protect from the cold, she thought. ¡°Please just come down, and put on some clothes,¡± pleaded Walter the witless waiter, proving more and more, his namesake. She considered, should I kill them, or ask them to lead me to more humans. She reminisced for a moment about all the reincarnators she had run over in her previous life. She sighed, thinking of that satisfying thud, when she ran them over. More humans would probably be better, but this man wanted her to wear clothes. She messaged her breasts for a moment, the nipples were erect from the cool breeze. She really liked the feeling of being free and unfettered. She gave in, if it meant more humans to, then she¡¯d compromise and wear clothes, at least for a little while. ¡°I am descending,¡± she stated imperiously. The dire bear wandered off, as soon as she descended, off to receive some food from an unwilling animal source. The knights turned their heads, to give her some privacy. Walter the witless waiter, waited on her, with a long woolen shirt, he¡¯d procured from his belongings. After she was summarily dressed, and grounded, Walter asked her another question. ¡°Do you know how the fire started?¡± he asked imperiously. ¡°Yes I do,¡± she stated back more imperiously. ¡°Were you involved?¡± questioned Walter. ¡°No I was not,¡± she responded. ¡°It spread on its own.¡± Sarcastically he responded, ¡°and how pray tell did it do that?¡± ¡°Very quickly,¡± she retorted. ¡°Arrest her,¡± shouted Walter, the witless waiter. The squad of knights surrounded the poor girl, apparently helpless without her dire bear. As the knights surrounded her, a huge blaring truck horn sounded. Seven semis appeared out of the mist, all blaring their horns, and revving their engines. They shot forward, from zero to sixty in 0.2 seconds. Devastatingly tossing both horses and knights in every direction. Blood flew, and men were smeared all over the ashed laden forest. Walter immediately turned his horse, and galloped away for his life. She was some kind of demon, he thought. Sent to burn forests, and kill men with a supernatural power of epic proportions. The wizards tower would hear of this. As he galloped away, the screams faded behind him, into the distance. He didn¡¯t slow his pace, until he¡¯d reached the outskirts of the nearest village. ¡°Quickly,¡± he shouted towards the beleaguered townsfolk. ¡°I must have a fresh horse. I deliver dire tidings to the king,¡± he proclaimed. ¡°What tidings,¡± asked an aged man, squinting his eyes. ¡°A demon inhabits this forest,¡± shouted Walter loudly. ¡°Or some type of witch or sorceress. She burnt down the forest, and killed my men, beware the demon,¡± He shouted. ¡°Now give me a fresh horse, so I may ride straight to the capital, to inform his majesty,¡± he commanded. A fresh horse was led out for him, and he went quickly on his way, to inform his majesty the king of this development. Meanwhile Truck-chan had barely recouped all the power she used to kill these people. It took a lot out of her, to summon so many ghost trucks, and she didn¡¯t get that much power from a single human soul. She thought to herself, I¡¯ll need to run over hundreds of people or maybe more to become a god. Her math was way off, it was more like a billion, rather than only a hundred or even a thousand. She confidently walked her way towards civilization, waiting for the dire bear to return with her morning snack.