The Imperators Throne: I Wrote This Hell

I thought while typing.

"Nah, I'm good. Maybe I'll write a spin-off about how the MC dies in the dumbest way possible just to spite you."

"I SWEAR IF YOU DO THAT, I WILL TELL MY SON TO FORCE-FEED YOU 500 CHAPTERS OF PURE INFO DUMPING EXPOSITION.".

"Joke's on you, I've already endured worse. I read MTL'd C*in*se web novels until my brain cells committed suicide."

"Motherf*cker, same."

I paused, blinking at the screen.The sheer mutual suffering in that last message made me hesitate.

Was this wanabe g*d guy… actually my kind of people?

I exhaled through my nose, rubbing my temples as I took another drag from my vape. Another notification popped up.

"LAST CHANCE, ASSHOLE. You either publish a new chapter ASAP, or I'm calling Truck-kun and isekaing your ass into Gaian Imperium.

I froze again, my brain short-circuited for a moment, processing the sheer audacity of this m*therf*cker.

"You've got to be f*cking kidding me..."

I muttered under my breath. This really had to be some next-level chunibyo syndrome.

The dude was actually roleplaying as an omnipotent cosmic entity with d*vine authority over truck-based transmigrations?

I blinked my eyes, my fingers tightening around my vape as I started typing.

"Listen here, you wannabe omnipotent s*itposter, I don't respond to threats. Especially not from some keyboard warrior who thinks he's running an isekai bureaucracy. Now, kindly f*ck off."

I hit send. Barely two seconds passed before the next message popped up.

"Oh, ho, so that's how you wanna play it? FINE. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLS*IT. PREPARE TO FACE JUDGMENT, YOU SINFUL PIECE OF S*HT."

I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Yeah? And what exactly are you gonna do? Smite me with h*ly lightning through my Wi-Fi?"

"No, motherf*cker. I'M CALLING TRUCK-KUN."

...

Elsewhere, in a Parallel Dimension…

The sun hung lazily over a pristine, white sand beach.

Gentle waves lapped against the shore, the sound of seagulls echoing in the salty breeze.

A large, polished, and oddly sentient truck reclined on a custom-built sunbathing chair, his glossy, metal frame glistening under the golden rays.

This was Truck-kun, the legendary harbinger of forced reincarnations, the cosmic executioner of chosen by fate protagonists.

The machine that sent the heroes to beat the crap out of demon lords and save the damsels In distress. And today? Today was his day off.

He sighed in contentment, sipping a pina colada through a long straw positioned near his grill.

"Man… finally, a break,"

He muttered, watching the waves roll in. Then, his phone vibrated. The screen lit up. Truck-kun's headlights flickered in sheer dread.

"No… no, no, no, no. Not today, motherf*cker, not f*cking today Ive been busting my ass for years and Its finally my day off!"

Truck kun cursed as the phone kept ringing. Only to start hesitating as he contemplated just letting it go to voicemail. Then, the third ring came.

Truck-kun sighed in deep, middle age crisis existential exhaustion before answering.

"Yo, Big G. Listen, if this is about the whole 'reincarnation backlog,' I swear I'm catching up. Those Authors keep churning out one novel after another, I can't..."

A deep, omnipotent voice interrupted him.

"TRUCK-KUN. WE HAVE A CODE BLACK."

Truck-kun groaned.

"Oh, for f*ck's sake, what now?"

"INSOLENT SINFUL AUTHOR. REFUSING TO UPDATE MY CURRENT FAVORITE NOVEL. AND HE EVEN ACTUALLY DARED MOCK ME. ME A G*D HE EVEN CALLED ME A KEYBOARD WARRIOR CAN YOU BELLIEVE THE SHEER AUDOCITY OF THIS F*CKER?!."

Hearing truck-kun sighed, rubbing his windshield with his bumper.

"Damn. He really said that to you big G?"

"YES. SO DELIVER H*LY JUSTICE IMMEDIATELY."

Truck-kun took a deep breath.

"No rest for the wicked, huh?"

He tossed his pina colada aside, the glass shattering as he stood up from his sun chair. His wheels rotated, his form shifting, his entire being transforming back into the legendary MC executioner with a kill rate of 99.9 percent.

As his grill gleamed, a swirling dimensional portal opened up in front of him. With a mechanical roar, Truck-kun revved his engine and blasted through the portal, his headlights locking onto his next target.

...

Back on Earth MC Apartment

I chuckled, shaking my head as I finished my last retort.

"Nice try, dumbass. What's next? You gonna summon C*hulhu if I don't Increase the harem count?"

"YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? YOUR FATE IS SEALED, DIPSH*T."

I snorted.

"Sure, buddy. Sure."

Then. I heard it. A distant, ominous rumbling. At first, I thought it was just my piece of s*it air conditioner finally giving up on life.

Then the sound grew louder. My cup of coffee trembled, the surface rippling like that scene from J*rassic P*rk. My eyes widened.

"No f*cking way."

I scrambled to my feet, rushing to my window. Peering out, my blood ran cold. A wound in reality split open above the highway, neon-blue energy crackling as time itself seemed to warp. Then Truck kun roared through, airborne like a meteor of divine retribution.

I was 100 percent positive I didnt smoke or consume anything that would make me halucinate today, just In case I gave a quick glance to my ashtray and just as I expected there were only ciggarette buds.

Turning back my focus to the highway outside my apartment I saw the truck barreling through it, flying through the f*cking air, a massive, chrome-plated, otherworldly truck.

A voice, deep and mechanical, echoed from the vehicle.

"TARGET LOCKED COMMENCING ISEKAIDAITION"

"WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK?!"

I screamed, diving out of the way as the truck smashed right through my apartment wall like a g*ddamn meteor.

Plaster, wood, and debris exploded into the air as my desk shattered into a thousand pieces. My monitor went flying, sparks erupting from exposed wires as my keyboard cartwheeled across the room.

I hit the floor, coughing up dust, my brain barely comprehending what the hell just happened.

The truck idled, its headlights locking onto me like the unyielding eyes of d*vine retribution. From the shattered remains of my monitor, a single new notification blinked.

"TOLD YOU, B*TCH."

I coughed, spitting out drywall as I struggled to push myself up from the wreckage. My entire apartment was f*cking ruined.

Chunks of concrete, shattered wood, and the remnants of my only writing setup were strewn across the room like some post apocalyptic wasteland.

The ominous hum of a massive engine idling filled the silence, accompanied by the slow, deliberate hiss of hydraulics.

I turned my head just in time to see the front grille of the truck split apart, mechanical parts whirring and shifting, gears grinding as an unstoppable transformation took place before my disbelieving eyes.

The truck was standing up. Metal folded and expanded, wheels shifting into powerful mechanized legs, the headlights morphing into glowing, piercing eyes that stared right into my soul.

The chrome plating glistened under the flickering remains of my busted lamp, giving the towering mechanical figure a g*dlike presence.

The legend himself had arrived. Truck-kun… in humanoid form. I swallowed hard, my brain desperately trying to reboot.

"This got to be a f*cking nightmare right? Right?..."

With a single thud, Truck-kun took a step forward, his heavy metal boots crunching against the debris of my once functioning life.

Then, without a hint of hesitation, he reached behind his back and pulled out a massive shotgun the kind of absurdly oversized, doom bringing, g*d killer weapon that belonged in an over the top anime fight scene.

The barrel gleamed as he snapped it open and loaded a single, custom engraved shell into the chamber.

My eyes widened as I saw what was etched on the shell's casing in bold, glowing letters:

Gaian Imperium: The Last Gaian. My breath caught in my throat.

Truck-kun snapped the shotgun closed with a satisfying, mechanical click, then rolled his massive shoulders, casually resting the enormous firearm on one impossibly broad metal shoulder.

"Damn dude, that book of yourse Is one f*cked up universe you created"

His voice was deep, gravelly, and filled with the weight of absolute inevitability as he frowned while looking at the Information displayed about the fictional world I created In his HUD view.

I stammered, scrambling back, barely registering the pain in my limbs from the impact of the crash. "H-Hold on, hold the f*ck on mate!"

Truck-kun exhaled through his exhaust vents, shaking his head.

"No hard feelings, pal. It's just work. Protagonists don't reincarnate themselves."

Truck kun paused I could even hear pity In his voice.

"... Im not sure youre gona survive the first few years, hell you might get assasinated In a few hours after you wake up"

Then, in one swift, fluid motion, he leveled the shotgun point-blank at my face. The barrel was massive, like staring into the endless abyss of every single bad life choice I'd ever made.