Jiang Fan holds a bowl of luosifen in his left hand and a demon-slaying sword in his right, and lets out a cry from the depths of his soul:
"Customer, don't panic! I know you're in a hurry!"
"Can you let me finish chopping up this evil god first?!"
"And don't forget to leave a five-star review, dear! Otherwise, I'll follow the internet cable to your house and exorcise the demons there!"
[The Modern Working Stiff's Survival Log]
By day: "Boss, can I get extra pay for this order?"
By night: "Evil god, can I expense this sword?"
Rewards? Cultivation techniques? Divine weapons and pills?
Jiang Fan: "Can I trade them for cash? I haven't paid my rent yet!"
Just as the cult of evil gods teaches its followers to gaze into the abyss,
a delivery guy in the abyss furiously taps his phone:
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Do you evil gods have a KPI to hit even in your next life?"
"I'm not taking this order! Not unless you pay extra!"
