There comes a point in every man's life when he contemplates whether the world was made for him.
This was the thought consuming a man named Byung. There was nothing left to live for.
He had flunked out of college while suffering from muscular dystrophy—a disability that limited everything he could do. He had the brains to think, but lacked the physical ability to carry out those thoughts, leaving him trapped within his mind. He didn't flunk out due to his lack of intellect, if anything, it was his incredibly high IQ that brought him here.

He had to feed his mind things since his body was a husk that trapped it in.

But at the end of the day, depression won because no one showed interest in him, so he never even got to lose his virginity. Jobs refused to hire him because of his physical limitations.
He hated his parents for bringing him into this world, only to abandon him by dying in an accident shortly after. Who was going to take care of him now?
There was nothing left to live for. Byung knew his life would be different if only he could live like everyone else.
But that wasn't his fate. The universe had decided to play a cruel joke on him. What if there was no afterlife, though?

"I'd be glad," Byung muttered with a defeated smile, seated in his wheelchair on the side of the road.

The chair was barely holding together—the pull ring loose, threatening to break at any moment.

"Goodbye, cruel world..." These were Byung's last words before rolling into oncoming traffic.

The infamous Truck-kun, responsible for countless isekai deaths, came to his rescue, sweeping him off the road and ending his miserable life.

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"Zit mi-grok," a voice exclaimed.

This was certainly not a language Byung recognized. He assumed this was one of those moments when your life flashes before your eyes—perhaps some forgotten childhood memory.

But when his eyes opened, everything changed. What came into view were green monsters.

"What the bloody fuck is this!?" Byung exclaimed. His first thought: hell.

But the gigantic breasts in front of him suggested otherwise. From the corner of his eye, he caught glimpses of his surroundings.

These weren't average monsters. These were goblins!
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[[[This is a dual system novel that focuses heavily on plot despite the title]]]

Byung stepped forward, his bare feet silent on the cold stone floor of the chamber. Naruz stood motionless before him, her powerful orc frame rigid, green skin glistening faintly in the torchlight. Her eyes locked onto his, but he could sense the turmoil beneath her stoic facade. This wasn't the goblin she had known—the scrawny survivor scraping by in the shadows. No, Byung had transformed. His body had bulked with unnatural strength, shoulders broad, muscles coiled like ropes under his skin. He towered over most goblins now, yet as he closed the gap, she didn't flinch or step back. She simply waited.


Chapter 250 - Use Me, My King! [FIXED!] [18+]