why truck-kun? why?

Question: If you saw a truck's headlights a few centimeters from your face, how would you feel? Happy? Because if you're a piece of trash who spends your days playing gacha games and watching anime, this is the moment you've been waiting for. Finally, you can be isekai'd to another world, gain overpowered abilities, and build a harem.

Me? I'm angry, feeling stupid for having to die so foolishly. You know, honestly, I didn't want to leave this world. My life was perfect. I was born with a handsome face, a perfect body because my father's genetics meant even a little exercise made me look great. I inherited my mother's intelligence, so getting into a prestigious university was a breeze. I'm rich my father, a politician, and my mother, a brand designer, meant money was never an issue in my life. Of course, I had plenty of girlfriends; from elementary school to college, my girlfriend was always the prettiest girl in school. Everything was perfect. So when I was crossing the street and a speeding truck suddenly hit me, I was furious. I cursed fate, God, and whatever was responsible for taking away my perfect life.

I'm in a white room, sitting at a simple wooden table. I don't remember why or how I'm here. The last thing I recall is the sound of a truck's horn, its blinding headlights, the screams of a few people, and then the truck slamming into me. The pain I felt was minimal; I was too busy being angry to notice it. I think my death was quick... death, that's right. I'm dead, so why am I here?

I try to feel my body to confirm I'm really alive. Nothing feels off, no pain, no wounds. If I was truly hit by a truck and died, is this the afterlife?

This room is white. There's nothing in it, just a simple wooden table and two chairs. One chair in front of me is empty. No windows, no doors that I can see. Just white as far as my eyes can reach. This feels familiar. I know this scene is always in the first episode of isekai anime. The protagonist dies, and because of some mistake or pity from a god or whatever power, they're sent to another world with incredible abilities. I even died by getting hit by a truck, it's too cliché.

A sudden gust of wind blows fiercely, nearly knocking me off my chair. Then a laugh echoes, the kind of laugh Santa Claus makes in movies. I try to find the source of the sound, but there's nothing, no trumpets, no banners, no sleigh pulled by a herd of reindeer.

"Hi."

"Fuck." I nearly jump out of my chair when I hear that voice. Now sitting in front of me is an old man. His long hair and beard are white, his cheeks chubby, a smile playing on his lips. His body is large, round like a ball with arms, legs, and a head attached. His massive frame is clad in a black shirt, white shirt, and a red tie. He almost looks like the Cheetos man, except his face has a normal skin tone.

"Sorry for startling you," he says kindly, his voice like a grandfather talking to his grandchild. I have to shake my head a few times because I almost think it's the voice of my grandfather, who died years ago. "I know this is sudden, but welcome to the judgment."

Judgment? So I really am dead. That damn truck really hit me. But judgment? Why does that sound bad? Like I'm some sinner who's committed countless crimes. I know I'm not a saintly person like a priest, or always patient and never angry. I've stolen before, not because I needed to, but because I wanted to. It was like an urge to do something wrong just to see what it felt like. Back then, I thought if I got caught, I could just pay it off. But am I going to be judged for stealing a pencil years ago?

"What do you mean by judgment? I don't know who you are, but, "

"My name," he interrupts, "I'm called by many names, but you can call me... Zilla."

"Zilla?"

"Yes, you know, like in the movies. God, "

"Alright, Zilla," I cut him off this time, and he doesn't seem to like it. For a moment, his gentle gaze turns intense, but he quickly replaces it with that soft smile again. "What's really going on here? One minute I'm dead, and now you're saying I'm facing judgment? Are you serious?"

"Oh, yes. You had far too much luck in your life. You didn't think it all came without consequences, did you?”

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