This is the most absurd way to save the world:
Deliver milk tea to a demonic sect in another world and awaken a forbidden art that can destroy the world; deliver pills to an apocalyptic base and trigger a genetic mutation.
I am the Bloodsea Saint Son in another world, and my apocalypse designation is Demon No. 07.
When every flower on the bronze door blooms:
The Heavenly Dao of the cultivation world will weep and beg me to ascend, while the apocalypse’s supercomputer will kneel and call me Father.
And all I did was make a delivery...
Along the way, I delivered both worlds to the abyss.
(Lovecraftian cultivation + cyberpunk apocalypse + mastermind protagonist)
