Chapter 1:

Hello! This is Diesel!

Otherworld Isekai Service


In a cold, rural area of Poland was home to a workshop of writers, many who were furiously sweating as they tried to churn out line after line of fictional content. They were paid by the word, so their fountain pens hardly ever stopped to take a break. The sounds of muffled scribbling were the only noise that permeated between each of them.Bookmark here

The only time that a member of the chorus paused to take a break was when they had noticed their inkwell had dried up. A man with tired eyes looked up from his paper, his mind having separated from the fantasy novel that he had been penning.Bookmark here

He didn't particularly like his work, but this was what fed his family. Some giant company named NovelWorks had rolled in offering guaranteed sums of money in exchange for writing. It didn't matter what quality the writing was, it just had to appease the numerous masses that were starving for content.Bookmark here

It sounded like a good deal – a set wage stemming from a page count and no people to criticize how sloppy the actual content was. It seemed too good to be true. But if it had been, the desks around him wouldn't have been filled as much as it had been.Bookmark here

And so, he decided to join them. This person, who went simply by Mark, churned out whatever ideas he could think of, no matter how overused it seemed. It wasn't such a big deal. He just simply had to transfer the stories he had heard from wherever onto paper.Bookmark here

Likely, everyone around him was doing the same. There was no one to double check whether their ideas had coincided, but it was doubtful that anyone cared to begin with. As such, Mark wouldn't have been surprised if his stories were just the same as another's, with merely the names and locations changed.Bookmark here

However, there was one thing that he absolutely despised. The sound of a low humming outside slowly growing louder reminded him of that fact. He turned his eyes toward the front door, as it suddenly burst open. Behind it, a smug looking man pranced through, dancing through the middle of the workshop.Bookmark here

"It is I, Dio! The workshop's greatest author!"Bookmark here

Other than his sheer aura of confidence and self-worth, nothing else could really be said of him. He was simply another writer in the workshop, but one that happened to capitalize on the deal early on. As such, his works were recognized early, and he was the first to gain loads of money and fans.Bookmark here

For that reason, that man, who went by Dio Kowalcyzk, pranced toward the fancy room that was in the back of the workshop. The enclosed walls that isolated his desk from the others was a self-imposed status upgrade that made him seemingly 'better' than all the others.Bookmark here

Mark had read his work, seeing that it was literally no different from his own or his peers. The only difference was that he already had a name out there recommended by NovelWorks. The publicity boost had given him plenty of fans who dedicated themselves to his works and fiercely defended any competition.Bookmark here

Even when his fellow peers had accomplished a piece of writing that they were proud of, they would mainly get jeers and deprecating comments from Dio's lackeys.Bookmark here

"What the hell is this? It's sooo boring compared to Dio!"Bookmark here

"You're not going to get popular by simply imitating the famous Dio!"Bookmark here

"Dio does this much better. Yours is garbage. A mere peasant in the throes of the mighty Dio!"Bookmark here

This was not something that Mark nor any of his coworkers had expected when they first joined. To be endlessly compared to someone who had been put on a pedestal. To be insulted and taunted at every corner, regardless of how their skill compared to Dio.Bookmark here

Often, he found others' works to be more interesting, as many of Dio's works used the same formula time and time again. There was only so much that Mark could read involving main characters who confidently steamrolled through their villains, bedded numerous droves of women, and gave little shits about how much of a douche they were to everyone who wasn't on their side.Bookmark here

"Give me some freaking variety and someone who actually behaves reasonably!" Mark commented aloud by accident once. Unfortunately, Dio had been standing right within earshot and had took notice.Bookmark here

"Oh? And what kind of story are you writing?" Dio walked over and ripped the pages from his table.Bookmark here

After scanning through hardly the first page, he mockingly sneered and crumpled the pages in his hand. With a demeaning laugh, he threw it down like it had dirtied his hand.Bookmark here

"Such pointless dribble! Who cares about issues of the heart?! People read to fantasize. Not to dwell on realistic issues from no-name peasants! If you're going to gain even a fraction of the fame I hold, then you'd better heed my advice. Target their libidos, not their minds."Bookmark here

Mark couldn't disagree anymore, but given his 'no-name' standing, he didn't have the footing to argue. Not that Dio would listen to 'peasants' anyways.Bookmark here

And so, Mark just continued to write without a word. It was all he could do to simply not stir the pot. Maybe if he kept silent, then he wouldn't have to face such scrutiny again. But to his surprise, he started receiving letters all of a sudden.Bookmark here

Since they were letters that came through his work mailbox, he had initially held hopes that they were words of encouragement for his writing. However, all that greeted him were threats and insults that his writing was 'absolute garbage' and that 'he should quit.'Bookmark here

He was enraged by this. Given the timing, it was highly suspicious. No doubt that Dio had conversed with his fans and spread the word about him and his 'shoddy writing'. Once they had set their sights on him as a target, the stream of degrading mail never stopped coming.Bookmark here

Mark had pretty much given up on checking his mail because of this, as it only served to put a hamper on his creativity. If it weren't for the guaranteed wage, he would've quit long ago. Still, he managed to hold on while gritting his teeth and ignoring them. Oh, how he wished that he hadn't said anything in the first place. His peers had even started ignoring him to steer clear of being victimized themselves.Bookmark here

On his way to refill his inkwell, Mark passed by his cubby that was clearly stuffed with mail. Since it was so full, it would just be an eyesore to whoever would come chew him out for ignoring it. Hesitantly, he grabbed the whole bundle on his way back and plopped it onto his desk.Bookmark here

The stack of letters parted as the stack lost its balance. A cursory glance told him that they were the generic flame mail that was generated by his fake readers.Bookmark here

However, one letter stood out among it all. A single card with an emblem that he wasn't familiar with had been partially obscured within the letters. Pushing them aside, Mark picked up the card and scanned the single line that was written below it.Bookmark here

'Got someone to isekai? Please call this number XX-XXX-XX-XX.'Bookmark here

Was this a joke? Mark cocked his head at this prank-like card. However, something within him felt the urge to call it, just to humor himself as to what it led to. After all, he needed a good laugh for a change.Bookmark here

Dialing the rotary phone on his desk, it rang a few times before someone answered.Bookmark here

"Er…hello? Otherworld Isekai Service. Diesel speaking. You got a target? I'll roll on over." The sound of an engine roared in the background, making it somewhat unclear if Mark had heard right.Bookmark here

"A target?"Bookmark here

"Yeah, a target. Someone you want to send to another world. Preferably, someone that deserves their just desserts. We offer that kind of service."Bookmark here

"You've got to be kidding me. This is one funny joke you're making there."Bookmark here

"No joke, buddy. Just tell me your story, and I'll decide if it's worth doing." The roar of the engine in the background got even louder, like it was being revved up in excitement.Bookmark here

Mark thought for a moment. There was no harm in just telling him his troubles. If nothing else, he could just get his frustrations off his chest. And so, he told the mysterious person on the other end about Dio.Bookmark here

"Hmm…if what you've told me is correct, then he really deserves a trip. Lemme run this by the Great Kami-sama in the sky. Please hold."Bookmark here

Mark was met with about a minute of silence. During that, he could help but chuckle at how serious the person on the line was acting.Bookmark here

"Points for creativity, I guess. I should probably hang up now."Bookmark here

Just as he reached to disconnect the call, Diesel's voice spoke through the receiver.Bookmark here

"Your request has been approved! From what Kami-sama has told me, Dio should be sitting in his office right about now, correct?"Bookmark here

"Err…he is…, but how did you-?"Bookmark here

"Be right there!" *click*Bookmark here

Mark stared dumbly at the receiver. He never said anything about where Dio was at the moment. How did the person on the other end know? He stood up from his chair and nervously looked around the room, expecting that one of his coworkers had played a prank on him. However, no one gave so much as a glance in his direction.Bookmark here

It had to be a joke, right?Bookmark here

Mark slowly sat down and mumbled to himself. "I better get back to work. Haven't met my quota for the day yet."Bookmark here

Minutes after he started penning his story again, a sudden tremor rocked the building. The wall leading to Dio's office exploded. Shrapnel showered the room as a body was flung down the middle of the workshop. A quick look at the clothing had revealed that it was Dio.Bookmark here

"What the hell?!" Someone cried out from behind the safety of his desk.Bookmark here

A semi-truck stood in the hole where the wall had been. How in blazes did that get there?Bookmark here

Slowly, the truck backed up, leaving behind a scene of ruins that had once been someone's office. The people in the workshop were too stunned to know what to do next.Bookmark here

The phone on Mark's desk started ringing. Cautiously, he picked the receiver up.Bookmark here

"H-Hello?" His voice was jittery from the shock still.Bookmark here

"This is Diesel again. The service has been completed. Although…I wish you could've told me that there were file cabinets in the direct path. I kind of dented my grill from it. I really hate it when I have to make a visit to Kami-sama, but oh well. Got to do it before I leak out any more radiator fluid."Bookmark here

"How- what-?"Bookmark here

"Hey buddy, you sound dissatisfied. There are no take-backs when you call up a truck to isekai someone. Now, I hope you have a good rest of your day." *click*Bookmark here

Mark let the receiver drop as the realization that he had done this kicked in. He plopped back into his chair and picked up his pen. Shakily, he started writing the first few lines while his coworkers fled the building in fear.Bookmark here

An idea had sprung up in his mind. Not that anyone would believe him normally, but he had a feeling that this would make an interesting story this time.Bookmark here

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