You Asked Me to Deliver Takeout, So Why Did I Deliver It to the Underworld?

Urban fantasy x paranormal comedy x lighthearted humor x occupational contrast x delivery system spanning the Three Realms x underworld reform x rule upgrades

I'm just a food delivery guy. How did I become the person no one in the Three Realms dares to mess with?

That day, I was about to get my rating lowered for another late delivery when the System suddenly sent me a ridiculous order: pick up at the Ghost Money Shop, deliver to the crematorium, note: "The deceased is waiting to be reincarnated on the seventh day after death. Urgent."

I accepted with trepidation, never expecting to stumble straight into the underworld.

Even more surprising, everyone in the underworld was a miserable wage slave just like me!

Meng Po's daughter doesn't want to take over the soup-making business. She just wants to follow idols and slack off.

White Impermanence writes order notes longer than a graduation thesis while out capturing souls.

Judge Cui works overtime until the early hours every day, and the Book of Life and Death has crashed in Excel three times.

The King of Hell himself worked 996 hours and died of overwork. His greatest dream is to take a 3,000-year vacation.

As a fellow wage slave, I get it!

I teach underworld civil servants how to slack off and coast, use delivery platform algorithms to optimize the reincarnation queue, and help the King of Hell write reports and manage upward.

A malicious reviewer wants to take me down? I'll file a complaint with the Underworld Consumer Protection Association and get them banned!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.