The takeout order on a rainy night dragged me into the abyss.
My name is Lin Jiuya, and I was originally just an errand rider surviving in the neon city. Until the order with a garbled recipient name appeared - Cthulhu runes appeared on the skyscraper, the elevator stopped at the non-existent 13.5Th floor, and the mobile phone navigation inserted a corpse-like route into my retina. When the mechanical sound of "The proofreader system has been bound" sounded in my head, I realized that delivering the wrong takeout could really kill people.
The black dragon tattoo on his left hand can swallow nanorobots, and the milk tea in the incubator will mutate into acid that corrodes flesh and blood. In the Cyber Cultivation Building, I used a pizza box to jam the engine of the Swordsman Law Enforcement Team; in the math class of The King in Yellow, I led the students to use the "Great Compassion Mantra" to fight against the evil god summoned by the radio gymnastics. Every five-star review is stained with the brains of something indescribable, while customers with negative reviews often turn into tendrils on the rooftop.
Fighting alongside me is the prosthetic doctor Su Mingli. Her mechanical heart is wrapped with Cthulhu tentacles, and her spells are engraved on the alloy finger bones to detonate data viruses. When we discovered that the Black Moon Chamber of Commerce used human sacrifices to maintain the contract with the old gods, and the cultivation company exchanged the longevity of its employees for spiritual stones, the motorcycle tires had already crushed the junction of three parallel worlds in the heavy rain.
At this moment, I am rushing towards the Star Pupil in the crack. The takeaway box contains sword pills that can rewrite reality. The proofreader number on the back of my neck is burning to the bone. If you see a rider in a heavy rain carving bloody runes on the glass wall, please remember: that is not lightning, it is the breathing of the abyss.
