I Became a Foreigner Loved by Transcendentalists

0 – 0. Prologue

Perhaps I pride myself on having led a more colorful life than others.

From a young age, I traveled the country following my dad, who ran a truck business, and frequently moved, meeting various people and becoming quite knowledgeable about the ways of the world.

Even though my educational background is not impressive, I can boast of having good adaptability on my resume.

I had enough confidence to survive without batting an eye, no matter the environment I was thrown into.

However, being hit by a dump truck that flew up to the 10th floor of an apartment and reincarnating in another world is crossing the line.

What the heck is this?