### Prologue: The Betrayal and the Truck
Elliot Grayson, 27, was a barista with dreams bigger than his paycheck. He wasn't a hero—just a guy with a receding hairline, a worn-out manga collection, and a girlfriend, Vanessa, who swore she loved him. Spoiler: she didn't. He caught her locking lips with Chad, the gym-bro barista with a jawline that could cut diamonds, behind the espresso machine. "You're boring, Elliot," Vanessa said, tossing her hair like a shonen villain revealing their master plan. Chad flexed, his apron straining like it was auditioning for *Dragon Ball Z*.
Heartbroken, Elliot stormed into the rain, muttering about "deserving better." Cue **Truck-kun**, the isekai reaper, hauling artisanal coffee beans. It swerved, and Elliot's last thought was, *"Death by coffee? Poetic."* Splat. Darkness.
He woke in a void, expecting a goddess or a glowing system screen. Instead, a bored voice droned: "Welcome to Aeloria, fantasy world of magic and destiny. Name: Elrik. Role: Nobody. Skills: None. Here's some ambition. Don't waste it, useless. I hate my job as the Goddess narrator, your the one who I will be the lab-rat that i will spend my frustrations on." No stats, no cheat codes—just a burning desire to be *somebody*. Elrik clenched his fists. "I'll be the greatest hero Aeloria's ever seen!" Spoiler: he wouldn't.