Deliver Food to Your Parallel World Self

On a rainy night, Chen Mo was hit by a luxury car and was bound to the Wanjie takeout system on the verge of death. The first order pops up: Dead Rising·Chen Mo-7, demand: Glock 17, shipping fee: master shooting proficiency, countdown to 30 minutes, failure to erase He rushed to the black market to borrow a gun, passed through the light gate, and handed the gun to himself, covered in blood. Gunshots, headshots, and freight arrived - he became the only deliveryman across the world. Give yourself instant noodles in the martial arts world in exchange for Dugu Nine Swords; Give yourself a power bank in the world of cultivating immortals in exchange for foundation-building pills; Modern garbage is worth thousands of dollars in another world, and magical skills in other worlds crush all living beings in reality. When he had fully stacked his abilities and covered the sky with one hand, the self in the zombie world grabbed his wrist: The system is not welfare... It is fodder. The next second, a new order is refreshed—— Main God Space·Chen Mo-666, requirements: tactical nuclear bomb, remarks: freight collect, cash on delivery, if I am not dead. In the deepest part of the system, an account with the ID of Chen Mo-0 was staring at him coldly. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.