A Good Genius Is Not Good Enough, You Have to Deliver Food?

"Why should a good genius have to deliver food?" "Because there's a secret hidden here." "What secret?" "The last order a delivery person makes is for himself." Zhao Zining looked at the text that popped up on the mobile app and laughed. Special urgent order: [delivery item—yourself. The navigation cursor points to the crematorium in the west of the city. The fluorescent screen in the dark night is as scarlet as blood in the heavy rain. His left hand holds the order dipped in chili oil, and the cinnabar that suppresses evil seals oozes from the fingers of his right hand. On the silent sea, only the bright moon hangs high above his head, and the unfinished seal of life and death is getting hot along with the food in the takeout box... After the Cataclysmic Era, mankind's natural enemies emerged from the deep sea, civilization turned into ruins, and technology retreated step by step. With the genetic order unlocked, only the lights of 22 giant safe cities remained standing. Among the thousands of lights, he and they were marching forward in the wind.