A Special Encounter With An Imperial Princess As I Get Reincarnated To Isekai

New Life

My name is Kamikawa Satoru. I'm 27 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning.

Despite this, it doesn't change the fact that he is a typical corporate drone, bound by the heavy shackles of work day after day, year after year.

His life is filled with monotonous and mundane tasks, and this tedious reality has gradually eroded his passion for life and desire for love.

His inner self seems to be frozen by an invisible frost, with his former dreams and aspirations completely extinguished by the monotony of reality.

His eyes no longer reflect the once fervent anticipation for life, replaced instead by a pallid indifference. Such a life is like a cold prison, tightly confining his soul and preventing him from finding warmth or passion.

The few friends he has are counted on one hand, and his social circle is almost non-existent. His parents passed away when he was young, leaving him to face the world alone.

His only family, his sister, is studying abroad and has never been around to accompany him in the country. Satoru bears the weight of loneliness in his quiet daily life, with only echoes of the past warmth and companionship left.

"Ah, that feckless bastard, how the fuck is he my boss."

One day after work, Satoru, as usual, cursed silently in his mind, venting the dissatisfaction from his workday.

This day, though ordinary and dull, was abruptly disrupted by an unexpected event.

"Ah!!"

A sharp scream came from behind, and as Satoru jumped, he nearly dropped his phone.

"What's the big deal, shouting so loudly?"

As Satoru turned around, what caught his eye was a life-changing truck.

Satoru: "Adeus my life, Amen."

Staring at the truck speeding towards him from the traffic, Satoru was at a loss for words.

Should he be sad? It seemed that sadness was already his life.

Should he feel regret? There didn't seem to be much to regret, except for the 300 pulls from XX that he hadn't pulled yet.

"Is this how I'm going to die? That's such a shame, I hope my sister won't hate me."

As the truck was less than a foot away, Satoru was miraculously calm, silently closed his eyes.

At that moment, was he sad? Yes, but not much. Greater was the regret for his sister and his 300 pulls.

"Perhaps this is fate. If there's a next life, I definitely don't want to be a corporate drone again."

In the midst of the onlookers, Satoru was strucked by the truck, his body thrown into the air, tracing a graceful arc.

The splattered blood painted the street like a piece of art. As people slowly came to their senses, they began to record the scene with their phones, and only a few called the police, though it was too late.

...

"Why are you paying attention to me? Is something wrong?"

A cold, slightly irritated female voice pulled Satoru's consciousness back.