My name is Fang Ye, and I’m an ordinary delivery rider.
I died and went to the underworld, only to discover that even the dead have to work. We have to deliver takeout, too.
Underworld takeout is all about fulfilling obsessions. The customers are ghosts who refuse to be reincarnated, and their orders are all over the place: one guy died thirty years ago and just wants a bite of his ex-wife’s noodles; another refuses to move on because a package never arrived; and a young woman who died five years ago insists I help her get back the five hundred yuan her ex-boyfriend owes her.
My job is to travel between the worlds of the living and the dead, helping these deeply obsessed ghosts fulfill their wishes.
Sounds pretty simple, right?
But here’s the problem: the underworld has bandits who specifically rob these “obsession deliveries” to refine them and increase their cultivation. On my very first delivery, a century-old ghost named Scarface Liu cornered me in a stairwell, and I nearly had my soul scattered.
Even more outrageous, my portable AI, Cola, is a chatterbox; Meng Xia, the daughter of Meng Po, is even prettier than the 9.2 rating on the scoring system suggests; and the Black and White Impermanence call me “Xiao Ye” and “bro,” respectively. The whole underworld administration seems pretty unreliable, too.
Oh, right. I also found out I can break the fourth wall.
The System says it’s a “dimensional perception talent,” a gift that appears once in a century.
I think it’s just a way for me to argue with myself.
But no matter what, I still have deliveries to make, performance points to rack up, and reincarnation quotas to meet.
I’ll start out as an underworld delivery rider and climb my way up, one step at a time.
My goal isn’t much: first, I’ll get into the underworld administration. I’ll figure out the rest later.
What else can you do once you’re dead, anyway?
It’s not like I can really reincarnate as a rich kid, is it?
That’d be no fun.
