After my phone exploded, I became the only delivery boy who could see the "temperature".
37℃ Is a person, 27℃ is a book, and 35.0℃ Is here to kill me.
The Entropy Foundation wants to treat civilization as waste and clean it up. My grandma only left me one sentence before she was burned to death:
"Stop delivering food, go deliver fire."
From now on my order is:
Sending picture books, teaching children to memorize poems, reading out knowledge at gunpoint - every time I pass it on, my body becomes more civilized.
Cracked to the heart = death.
If they want to burn books, I will deliver them; if they want to purge people, I will take orders.
The 72-hour countdown starts, the nine sacred objects must be collected, and the heat death device must be turned off——
The question is: Did my grandfather also become the book they wanted to burn?
