Wuthering Waves fanfiction
Also known as: “Founding Heduotong and Inviting the Strongest Resonator to Be My Prisoner”
“The Overbearing Drifter Falls for Me”
“We’re All Doing Our Best to Live”
I just want to be a couch potato, but my “Stand” is a dump truck.
That’s right, you heard me. While everyone else awakens swords, spears, blades, and halberds, I’m the only one in all of Jinzhou to awaken the [Big Truck Summoning System].
The Chosen One wants to drain me dry and use me as a power bank?
Great, you’ve managed to piss off both me and my Stand. It’s already honking.
From then on, Jinzhou’s whole vibe goes completely off the rails.
Changli, the shrewd and farsighted Councillor of the Magistrate, miscalculates for the first time with her “mind’s eye,” which can see into people’s hearts. She has no idea how much gas my truck guzzles or what it costs to insure.
Cartethyia, the wandering knight who calls herself a “Saint,” can use the power of storms to carve out a world, but she can’t blow over my absurdly oversized steel behemoth.
Even Shorekeeper, the enigmatic guardian, can protect the entire Black Shores but can’t protect the patch of innocent grass beneath my wheels.
Then the lofty Overseer of Ages, Jue, pauses time and looks at me like I’m an ant, asking if I understand reverence.
I start the engine, and the whole world whispers in my ear.
“My Stand is called [The World]!”
“Now, let me show you what a real, ”
“, road roller looks like!!!”
“This is a big truck! Wait… what do you mean you’re a big truck too? You’re a prison truck? Does that mean there’s a little truck as well?”
“Seriously, how can you just change size whenever you feel like it…”
Well, it's okay, but sometimes I can't understand it well and it's a little confusing. I need to sort out my thoughts.