Lin Mo delivers takeout, and he’s so poor he has to split one cup of instant noodles into two meals.
Then he takes an order to an abandoned psychiatric hospital
The woman in a photo frame in the ward smiles at him. The doctor in the hallway melts into a pool of black water. The delivery notification on his phone turns into some indescribable muttering…
“Congratulations, immune type.” A man in black presses a bloodstained cross into his hand. “Starting today, your job is to beat up monsters, contain talking corpses, and save a world that’s about to collapse under the weight of paranormal events.”
Lin Mo: “???”
“Daily pay, full benefits, meals and accommodation included.”
“…You should’ve said so sooner!” Lin Mo kicks away the Deep One lunging at him. “I’m definitely taking this hero job!”
(Over 100,000 words already written, so read with confidence! Frequent updates ❤️)
