[With the main quest forfeit, the thread of prophecy is severed. Restore a saved game to restore the weave of fate, or persist in the doomed world you have created]

I don’t have a save game, moron.

When I try to open the hospital door and leave, a deep, booming voice screams to my ear.

[YOU MUST GATHER YOUR PARTY TO VENTURE FORTH]

Ah, so I can’t open the door unless my party is gathered?

[Yup! Now go back to Sadie right now!]

I kick the door open, knocking them out of their hinges.

This is the second time I did it in recent memory.

Next time some door try to give me trouble, they’ll know not to mess with me. After all, three times the charm.

Exiting the hospital, I make my way to the closest pharmacy.

...which would be the hospital pharmacy, but considering how it has security, I got for the second closest pharmacy instead.

I open the minimap.

TURN BACK

On the other hand, I don’t need minimap, I know this town by heart.

The pharmacy is located in a dreary, old, and ill-maintained building, covered in all kinds of antisemitic and racist graffitis, as well as emblems of local football clubs that the native tribes living in the area pride themselves in so much.

However, I never cared for the game of football, and thus, never joined any such exclusive society.

[What are you gonna do?]

What’s the matter Robert? I thought you’re omnipotent? Can’t you search my mind or something?

I calmly walk around the counter, take out the black jack, and wack the cashier on the head.

He’s knocked out instantly. It’s really that easy to rob a pharmacy.

I don’t even bother to check his pulse, I simply don’t care.

[If you don’t go back to the main quest, designated in the title of this novel, then the story has no point! It will end!]

In that case, I will leave the stage.

Finally, I found what I was looking for. Several bottles of Glycodin.

I calmly check the composition. Dextrometorphan hbr, that’s good. Too bad a cashier had to pay with his life for this- if it was otc like in the west, I would have just bought it for these 15$ I didn’t give to Sadie.

I quickly drink several bottles one after another.

Then I leave the pharmacy.

[No seriously, man! It will end! For a novel, it’s like the end of the world! I too, will cease to exist!I had so many ideas for this novel, you didn’t even get to say “twice the results for half the effort” yet!]

Ignoring robert, I walk and then robo walk around the city for hours. I don’t go home, as that’s where police is going to be, if they are looking for me.

Finally, I reach a rather large looking bridge. It’s nice, but not quite what I’m looking for.

My vision is looping, and there are electric noises playing in my head.

Thinking is slooow, but fortunately, the blue boxes are distorted just as my perception of time and reality.

And then he appears. My white knight, my savior in shining aluminium armor, covered in cheap paint and some random logo I can no longer see or recognize.

It’s the legendary Truck-kun.

I start walking towards him, shaky ゴゴゴゴ signs all around me.

“Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right at me!?” asked Truck-kun.

“Can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer” I say, and ready my fist.

This is right. This story will end just like most isekai stories begin.

And maybe after that, I will be actually reborn in some magical fantasy world, surrounded by anime girls and not 3DPD, and have all kinds of adventures.

lleh ot og lliw uoY!!!

Heh, I somehow understood that.

Well, Robert, you made a mistake when you put me in Russia. Hell is nothing compared to here!

I read my punch, and shout something that sounds cool.

“Baal..wisyall…..nes...cell….gung...nir...trrron!”

As I shout that last part, my fist connects with the front of the truck, and everything goes white.