My name is Joseph Ashton, I live in Brunveld, a small town five hundred kilometers south of who the fuck knows where, Canada. Geography was never my strong suit, neither was caring about my surroundings.

So there I was, at 1:55am working at the local branch of the famous fast food restaurant chain called Ronalds. There were 2 people in the store who had ordered in the past ten minutes and were still eating and all hell was soon to break loose, amongst other things, not like I knew that. The artificial lights kept the pitch black of the night at bay, and with nothing but an interstate within a 2km radius of the store it was definitely an eerie place. On top of that, why are these fucks coming in one after another so damn late?! He was getting irritated at the sudden surge of customers, and with only 3 employees in the building they were all soon hard at work. The hard work of standing behind a counter that is. Alas it was not so for the two ladies in the back, his co-workers on tonight’s shift Rachel (A bitchy young adult) and Anna (A more reserved and slightly more attractive young adult). The two were friends and had decided to work here together in their last year of high school.

I was calmly reflecting and mentally talking to myself as if I had an audience. My mother was named Rosalina, who died along with my father Pavlo when I was much younger in a horrible car crash. Thus I was moved from Toronto where I was born to Brunveld. Everything about this town seemed odd and distant, like I wasn’t really a part of it. But I had the sneaking suspicion that I would feel this way no matter where I was. I had been raised by my aunt Nancy, and quickly discovered my love of anime, manga and light novels at the tender age of 7. Nancy didn’t give a fuck what I did, so I watched tons of Hentai and various other depraved stuff as a young child never really understanding how fucked up a lot of it was. I turned out fine though haha~. Indeed, seemingly unaffected by the copious amounts of porn and reincarnation stories he grew up as ‘the quiet kid’ with a neutral moral compass and average just about anything. From school to looks, all the way until he was 18 he could be considered the pinnacle of average. He was more inspiring than a superhero, because if you below average it was easy to imagine yourself in Joe’s shoes and picture yourself being there one day. Whereas if you were above him you could look down and say, ‘Ha! At least I’m not that average!’ or some such.

Basically his existence never bothered anyone, and he never felt like bothering anyone either. It even managed to help him gain a few girlfriends in the later years of high school. Maybe not the top notch fapping material of the school, but his women definitely weren’t that bad. A perfectly average guy can attract hotter fish after all, if they subconsciously didn’t want to deal with the pressure of dating someone who was more than or as attractive as themselves. I don’t really remember my shitty middle school, but Greenwood High was fucking sweet! He was getting a little turned on thinking of all the things him and his girlfriends used to do. After all, it’s been 3 years since I graduated and I haven’t gotten any since!

After graduating from Greenwood with satisfied wood, he never met another girl that seemed interested in him and he unluckily graduated while single. Choosing not to go University and instead becoming a proud otaku, he spent the majority of his first year off doing nothing except reading tons of light novels and manga, watching anime, porn and eating. Managing to become a foodie in the process. Most of the time in that order too.. Hahh~ good times.

His inheritance was fairly large and there was also the life insurance which paid out a quarter million for each parent, so his financial state was great. Probably why I overindulged so much after graduating. However his now unsatisfied wood managed to convince him for the following year and a half to also pick up body and weight training.

With so much free time his looks got a huge upgrade as his musculature complimented his plain face and features extremely well, though he was little pale. With his short brown hair and Canadian height of 6”2’ most girls would label him as ‘hot’ nowadays.

The clock was creeping towards the soon to be world famous event that would drastically change his life and there had been a steady influx of customers over the past few minutes.

He had gotten this job at Ronalds 6 months ago, as his insurance from his parents’ untimely demise had been getting drained steadily as he lived like a king. He also knew the importance of savings/building character through work and all that nonsense. While irritating, he could certainly handle it, so he placed 400 thousand in a savings account with a nice interest rate because he was considered one of the banks lower tier VIP's. His auto-pilot skills were second to none, honed in the forge of his room from hours and hours of continuous reading. Ask me if I even remember making half the meals I made while thinking about what would be next for the dumbass MC. He most likely had already achieved some kind of enlightenment.

It was then that a guy casually opened the door to the restaurant, while taking some not so casual glances around. He was wearing all black, which I thought was an odd choice in the middle of the night. It kinda screamed ‘Burglar!’ Not to mention the look of surprise in his eyes as he spotted the numerous customers. He got in line though and began waiting his turn to speak with me behind 3 other customers. I got a feeling it’s gonna be a looong night.