Jobless Reincarnation | Homies from Another World

Prologue: Spreading deaths like candies on Halloween.

Angel99999:

???: Crap! I'm late for work! I don't have time. Bye Mom!

Mom: Make sure to text me when you get there. You always forget.

???: I won't today.

He would, in fact, forget all the same. Dressed in dress pants, a blue polo, dark blue jacket and black sneakers, this college student was about to be late for his part time job. His nametag, that he was quickly pinning on his polo, read Angel Greenfield.

It was only 7:30am but he was already late. He worked out of state, some 40 minutes away in Connecticut and his shift started at 8 in the morning.

Sleep was something this young man didn't have. His discord chat was to blame. An idea popped up that seemed all too enticing to a fanfic writer like himself: a potential collaboration of multiple writers for one story. Angel was all too enthusiastic about the potential idea but more than likely would drop it entirely after the honeymoon phase. However, there was a problem: the world they chose to inhabit was one he was not all too familiar with. It was the world of Mushoko Tensei. He had seen animated clips of the series but his overall disgust over the main character prevented him from being entranced by the enriching world it all took place in.

This didn't hinder his excitement. Instead, he decided to use his free time tomorrow at work to immerse himself and understand its intricacies. Fridays were normally easier days of which he was stationed at a snack bar for 13 hours. Not alot of members frequented the area around during the morning so he had some hours to kill after setting up for the day.

However, this semblance of an idea would not come into fruition.

Now inside his car, Angel drove onto the I-95 highway, which had no traffic during the early hours of the day. He wasn't a fantastic driver but he also wasn't a terrible one.

His car's speed picked up, now accelerating into the 90s and ultimately 100. He was listening to a random song by Charlie Puth, not that he cared much for music other than anime osts.

He was driving peacefully until he heard an all too familiar sound.

*DING*

It was a notification from his discord chat. He pulled it up and it was Reprobate, remarking about his love for Sataru Gojo.

However, in this case, Angel kept his eyes on his phone and not on the road. This proved to be his fatal mistake.

*CRASH*

He hit a truck at 110 mph while the truck was pulling off the highway. His body flung out through the front seat, shattering the front dashboard and turning his limbs into shredded spaghetti, bits of bones and blood thrashing amongst each other.

Whatever remained from his main body landed right on the open highway road, smashing violently like a paste and dragging on along for another 10 yards.

His car, a beautiful black Subaru, exploded, igniting the truck and creating a massive fireball in the middle of the highway.

Cars driving along the highway made a complete stop, causing a multiple car pileup, leading to even more casualties.

All the while, Angel's body laid in pieces, the torso hanging barely onto his own neck, with only a muscle strain holding it in place. His head was catching on fire but brain activity was still in tact for another 30 seconds.

Images flashed before his eyes. At first it was his own life, everything he had done since this day: his family, friends, home.

And then memories continued flashing around like an episode of Euphoria. However, these were not his memories. He saw faces of people he didn't know in a completely different plane of existence.