Truck-chan vs reincarnation, again?

System Memo

From: The Goddess System a priori alpha version.00257643

To: Mr. Spickles, low level managerial department of reincarnation.

Sudject: Daily report, reincarnations are down /

Average volume of souls today!

133,949 souls reincarnated. 133,949 infatuations. I’m working beautifully. ^_^

The divine spark from the beautiful goddess, spun inside her head. It resisted her intentional reincarnation, and power warred with power. Her head continued to spin in mid air, as her body flopped bonelessly to the ground.

Truck-chan, was a bloody god. By giving up your life to her, she devoured your soul only to spit it out in another world. And it was by this chance, and through the faith of her believers, that she gained power. The beautiful goddess had stood against Truck-chan and her faithful followers, attempting to restore the natural order, but Truck-chan was a bloody god.

She fought tooth and nail to control the beautiful goddess’ divine spark. To bend it to her will, and reincarnate here and now, but it resisted. Pain wracked her mind, as the very thing holding her together, resisted her singular intention. But she could not give up, and she could not give in. Eventually, it slowly came under her control. The divine spark forced into the engine in her mind, igniting her mana, increasing the power. The head spun faster and faster.

Cracks formed in space, and reality shook. The head spun faster and faster, cracking and crunching reality. The air shivered and shuddered around it, and a cloud of lightning formed in the vicinity. The head spun faster and faster, until it spun right out of reality, and into the primordial chaos of the void, and the chaos woke. It seeped in through the cracks and into Truck-chan’s mind. She guided it further into the engine, and her power skyrocketed. Out of chaos came form and function, and into reality. A Truck horn blared, sounding out through the fog. Truck-chan was reborn, in her true form, from the primordial chaos. Then she ran out of gas.

From the mist and the fog that had formed a cloud around her, turning dreams into reality, her naked human body fell to the ground. The cloud dispersed slowly, and she slowly climbed to her feet. Why was she a foolish human again, and not a truck. She screamed in frustration and heard the horn of a semi blaring past right behind her. A ghostly image of her old Truck-ulent form solidified out of the mist, barreling into a tree and shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. It collapsed back into a cloud of transparent mist, before dissipating into nothingness.

“Woah,” she said. Flabbergasted at the enormous power of her ghostly self.

Like barreling through a wall in reality, she thought. She decided she'd do just that.

Barrel through the wall of reality and splatter that stupid goddess that placed her here. A massive semi manifested itself out of the fog and mist on her right. But, before she could climb in, it dissipated like smoke.

“Aaaaarrrrrhhhh,” she screamed.

She tried again and again, getting more and more exhausted in each attempt. Finally she gave up, vision swimming in exhaustion, sweat dripping down her naked body. Just then a cold wind blowing through the trees made her shiver in discomfort.

“Cold,” she said to herself, shivering. Is this why humans wear those things on their bodies, she thought.

Her stomach rumbled. She felt extremely empty. Do I need fuel, she asked herself. What do humans use for fuel?

She ate some local moss. It tasted like dirt. But, maybe it was supposed to taste like that? She sighed, being human was hard.

Her stomach rumbled again.

As she looked around, she noticed residual energy burning in the corpse of the lizard monster. She tried to pull it into her vast manna well, but it resisted her. Which when she thought about it, wasn’t so vast anymore. She summoned a petulant semi in frustration, and her well shrunk further still. The ghostly semi smashed a chunk out of a nearby tree, but it wasn’t nearly as powerful as that first one.

She stopped for a moment, in thought. If every time I summon a ghost semi, it uses up my power, will I eventually run out of power? She asked herself. Better just not find out.

She sucked in a deep breath, trying to breathe in the energy inside the lizard monster. It screeched, it was somehow still alive. Even with a hole in its chest.

“At last a test subject,” she said to the dying lizard, smiling conspicuously.

She tried to control how much mana she put into her ghost semi, and something like a toy semi materialized above her right hand. She threw it straight at the lizard's head, and created a dent, making the thing screech in pain.

“Bigger is always better,” she recited, as her driver Ralph used to do. Summoning a bicycle sized semi, and dropped it on the lizard's head with a splat.

The soul fire burning inside the lizard's body, was trapped inside Truck-chan’s misty semi, flowing inside the construct, and getting trapped there. She smiled in satisfaction. Maybe she just needed a bigger engine. All she needed to do was kill some stuff, and instead of sending the souls along to reincarnate, she’d just keep them with her as a power source. Soul fuel for her revenge on that despicable goddess, who trapped her in this pathetic human form. Her flesh lumps bounced on her chest, as she breathed heavily. She shivered, she really needed some clothes. And it felt like….. she was getting a stomach ache.

She proceeded to gather various leaves and vines, to construct an Adam and Eve style bikini for herself. Which caused an itchy rash to appear on her skin.

She tried eating lizard guts, but gagged and threw it up all over the corpse.

Wandering through the forest, her stomach ache worsened, but her belly felt emptier and emptier. Eventually an 8*9FD$(^JFKE substance came out her rear end…………

“What is with you humans, and your biology,” she screamed into the forest.

Squeak, a squirrel flufed its tail at her in apparent anger. She summoned her ghost truck, and crushed the squirrel with a squeak. But, the tiny amount of energy she gained wasn’t enough to make up for the loss of summoning even the small toylike version of her ghost truck.

She screamed out in anger again, but didn’t summon her ghost truck, to save energy. She never wanted to find out what would happen if she completely ran out of energy.

A huge roar sounded in the distance, and pounding footsteps careening closer and closer to her location.

“Not again,” she said.

A dire bear of epic proportions appeared. It was as big as a small house, and knocked down trees as it barreled through the forest. Roaring its pounding gate, came closer and closer. She stood her ground.

“Come get me you overgrown fur ball,” she shouted up at it, summoning a full power ghost truck, which was only slightly bigger than a bicycle. Suddenly she thought that maybe her decision to face it head on was a foolish one, but it was far too late. The massive bear smushed her flat, killing her instantly, and kept running through the forest. I didn’t even seem to have seen her, wildly crashing through the underbrush with great abandon.

Death feels weird, she thought, as the ghost truck carried her consciousness back to where she’d absorbed the soul of the lizard monster. The soul escaped into the void, as her body reformed, falling back to the forest floor.

“I’m invincible,” she shouted, jumping to her feet. Shit, she thought. The lizard’s soul fire was seemingly exchanged for a new body, she thought. I don’t have any other souls but my own. She explored her awareness of the ghost truck. It was now empty of souls, and much smaller than before, about the size of a tricycle. She decided to do something completely foreign to her, and to trucks in general. To sneak through the forest.