Delivering Takeout Across the Myriad Worlds

"Why hasn't my takeout arrived yet? Lu Xun, you useless bum!"

Standing in the forbidden grounds, the Ruthless Great Emperor plucked petals as she cursed.

"Damn Lu Xun! He's late every time. I should make him taste my Zhuxian Sword Formation!"

Though the Tongtian Cult Master was teaching his disciples, he'd already cursed that shameless delivery guy hundreds of times in his heart.

"Brother Lu Xun still isn't here. I'm dying of impatience."

On Nine Snake Island, the empress, Boa Hancock, grumbled with a resentful expression.

"Why hasn't Brother Lu Xun come yet? There's no one to shoot the breeze with old Sun anymore."

At the foot of Five-Finger Mountain, Sun Wukong anxiously banged his head against the ground. If he weren't trapped in the mountain, he'd already be scratching his ears and cheeks.

This is not an invincible-protagonist story, so here's a warning in advance: read it or don't. The protagonist isn't some arrogant chosen one, and there's a troublesome boss involved. If you don't like it, just ignore it.

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