The reincarnation domain shimmered like liquid fire around Trevor, his throne pulsing with anticipation.
The corrupted soul floated in the air, arms crossed, expression smug.
Trevor cracked his knuckles. "So, let's see if we can spice things up."
[SYSTEM]: Caution. You are about to initiate Custom World Creation Protocol. Proceed with detailed parameters.
"Detailed? Oh, I've got details." Trevor grinned darkly.
He closed his eyes, imagining a world unlike any isekai setting he'd ever seen. No rolling green hills
No elven maidens.
No 'accidentally overpowered' protagonist buffets.
He wanted hell on earth.
The scene unfolded.
Blackened skies, filled with volcanic ash and constant lightning.
The land cracked with rivers of lava weaving between jagged obsidian peaks. Miasma hovered like a living fog, so toxic even the air growled.
Twisted demon spawn roamed freely—creatures stitched together from hate and bone, dripping acid as they skittered on malformed limbs.
The only water? Polluted sludge, thick with magical decay.
The villages? Burned-out ruins. The sky? Permanently red.
The flowers? Bit people.
Trevor's eyes snapped open.
"I call it... 'Demon's Toilet.'"
[SYSTEM]: Finalize title?
"...Okay, maybe 'Netherstorm Abyss' sounds cooler. Lock it in."
[SYSTEM]: World Created: Netherstorm Abyss. Host assigned custom reward tier.
Trevor waved lazily. "Send this guy there. And may his turnips forever rot."
The corrupted soul screamed as the domain fractured, sucking him down into the writhing landscape.
Trevor watched, arms folded, cackling like an anime villain.
"Mwahahaha! I AM TRUCK-KUN, BRINGER OF WORLDS!"
[SYSTEM]: Warning: Ego Level rising. Please take a nap.
Trevor smirked and was zapped back to Earth mid-delivery.
Back in the Real World
He blinked and realized he was parked outside a pharmacy, halfway through a route.
His HUD blinked with a new notification.
[SYSTEM]: Soul Transfer Completed. Corrupted Candidate Neutralized.
Reward: $20,000. Transferred to bank account.
Trevor choked. "TWENTY GRAND?!"
He nearly rear-ended a dumpster in joy.
[SYSTEM]: High threat souls warrant divine hazard pay. Please don't buy 3,000 anime figures.
"Oh, you're no fun," Trevor said, still giddy.
He pulled over into an empty lot and stared into the sky.
"I'm done, aren't I? I don't need this job.
Three more days, I file the resignation.
Then I buy my own truck. Custom paint, maybe install a noodle cooker in the back.
Become a truck god from home."
[SYSTEM]: We support your dreams, Lord Truck.
Trevor chuckled. "I've never even had this much money at once."
[SYSTEM]: Emotion detected. Are you... tearing up?
"I-I'm not crying," Trevor mumbled. "My allergies just activated. ALL OF THEM."
That night, Trevor curled up on the couch, blanket over his head, bowl of popcorn on his lap, and That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime playing on the TV.
"Demon Lord Milim Nava..." he whispered, eyes sparkling. "You tiny pink bombshell. You perfect, unhinged war goddess..."
Tissue after tissue was sacrificed to her cuteness.
[SYSTEM]: I am forcibly dimming your display. This is becoming uncomfortable.
"I can't be judged," Trevor sniffed. "Milim is love. Milim is life."
[SYSTEM]: This is why humans can't be trusted with divine power.
Knock knock.
Trevor froze. The tissues. The blanket burrito. His face was a mess.
"Crap!" he whispered, stumbling up. "Pause the show!"
[SYSTEM]: It's not voice-controlled.
"I was talking to myself, jerk!"
He scrambled to throw tissues into the trash, kicked over a pizza box, pulled off the blanket, and wiped his face with a shirt that wasn't clean but wasn't obviously dirty either.
He opened the door.
Standing there was the girl from the market.
She was wearing a pale yellow hoodie, hair neatly tied back, holding a small bag in both hands.
"Um... h-hi," she said, cheeks redder than his popcorn seasoning.
"I realized I never properly thanked you the other day. So I brought... cookies."
Trevor blinked. Then blinked again.
This close, she looked... radiant. Not anime radiant. Like, actual glow-up radiant.
Her features were soft, delicate, with warm eyes and a shy smile that hit harder than any isekai truck.
Trevor gulped. "Uh... yeah! Come in?"
She nodded and stepped inside. Her eyes wandered around his apartment.
He prepared to die of shame.
"Sorry about the mess. I, uh... was just reorganizing my tissue donation to Milim Nava—wait, no, ignore that."
She giggled. "Are you kidding? You have so much space."
He stared. "This? It's 400 square feet. The bed touches the microwave."
She smiled wistfully. "My place is 150. I share it with two sisters."
Trevor didn't know whether to feel proud or cry again.
He handed her a seat and fetched two cups of tea.
They sat quietly for a moment.
Then she looked at him and smiled. "I'm Lila."
He blinked. "Trevor. Uh... Trevor Truck-kun. I mean—just Trevor."
She tilted her head, giggling again.
And for once, the system said nothing.
Just a small, content:
[SYSTEM]: ...Nice move, Host.
[TO BE CONTINUED…]