[Absurd comedy] + [Laugh-out-loud] + [No System] + [Modern urban]
Tianjin’s delivery-racing ace, Chen Xiaoman,
gets a System order and cuts through the alleys.
His electric scooter crashes into a cyber-immortal,
and now he’s a hundred thousand merit points in debt.
Chen Xiaoman’s hand froze in midair as he reached for the food. The Peony Pavilion tattoo on the owner’s arm was exactly like the one in the video Fan Wujiao had shown him in his dream. In the video, this lady had single-handedly beaten a ghostly official with a soup ladle, looking absolutely heroic.
“Holy crap, that’s the boss of an SSS-rank mission!” Chen Xiaoman felt his back teeth start chattering uncontrollably. If he could take her down, he’d be able to pay off all his merit-point debt in one go.
“Miss, your manicure is so unique!” Chen Xiaoman forced the startled cry that had almost escaped his lips into a compliment. In his dream, those ten nails, studded with rhinestones shaped like peony flowers, had sent a ghostly official’s skull flying.
The temptation of a hundred thousand merit points was enormous, but Chen Xiaoman knew that if he really faced Meng Po, there was no telling whether he’d make it out alive. If he couldn’t repay his debt, he’d only be sent to Hell after some time. But if he challenged Meng Po now, he’d be off to meet the King of Hell in no time.
