Please Stop Worshipping Me, I'm Really Not a God

My name is Lin Yang, and my dream is to become a food delivery rider who always arrives on time.

Who knew I’d transmigrate to a high-martial-arts world and gain the ridiculous supernatural ability to make my words come true?

One day, while delivering barbecue to two big shots who were fighting, I was cornered by the shockwaves of their sword energy and shouted, “Make way!”

The next second, an invisible wave of force sent the entire battlefield flying.

The Demon Lord trembled as he clutched a grilled kidney: “May I ask, Immortal... could you add a little more cumin?”

Even more absurdly, my electric scooter rolled right over a barrier without a scratch, and the cultivators fell to their knees, crying out that they’d witnessed a miracle.

I frantically twisted the throttle in despair. “I really am just a food deliveryman!”