My sand sculpture superpower can destroy the world, but my boss asks me to deliver a courier?
[Sand sculpture superpowers + anti-routine routines + high-density jokes + doomsday foreshadowing]
When superpowers all over the world were engaging in assassinations, grabbing territory, and pretending to be cool, I squatted at the express delivery station to apply for unemployment certificates for the awakened superpowers.
"Can the object it touches instantly multiply 100 million times? This ability must be reported as SSS level danger!"
"Boss, is it illegal for me to use it to send express delivery to support my family?"
Looking at the pile of complaints - a customer ordered a mobile phone case and received a pyramid, bought lipstick and received a pit of terracotta warriors and horses, ordered milk tea and received Pacific scale pearls - I silently hid the power test report in the trunk of the battery car.
Until that rainy night, I was forced to use my powers to copy the entire cross-sea bridge;
Until I discovered that Uncle Wang sweeping the floor at the express station was a master of ancient martial arts, and Aunt Li who sorted packages was the Gu King of Miaojiang;
Until the customer who always asked me to deliver funeral supplies typed out Morse code in the order remarks column:
"Savior, it's time for your express truck to deliver goods to the end of the world."
