On a stormy night, I took an insanely lucrative delivery order worth 200 yuan.
The note read: Egg fried rice, extra spicy! Deliver to the zombie city in 2150!
Chen Mo only wanted to earn enough for his mother's dialysis, but one twist of the throttle sent him straight into the hell of the apocalypse!
The moment zombie fangs sank into his arm, a bizarre System activated:
[Ding! Anchor gene detected! Order assigned by force!]
[Order #001: Egg fried rice (extra spicy) → Air-raid shelter No. 9 in the zombie city! Reward: One hour of life!]
[Order #002: Top-secret satellite map → Xichang Base, 1987! Reward: Mother's surgery fees! Failure: Erasure!]
From then on, his insulated delivery box carried more than food. It held the code to slay gods, traverse time and space, and rewrite causality!
His left hand, quantumized; his right, a blade to save the world; and egg fried rice in his delivery box!
When Qin dynasty terracotta warriors in mechs dropped to their knees and cried, “Welcome, young master!”; when the benevolent mask of a patriotic AI shattered in his mother's eyes...
Only then did Chen Mo understand: he wasn't delivering takeout, but carrying the last spark that could rekindle civilization!
The System's cold prompt read: [Rewards are not money. They are the mission itself. Complete it to receive payment. Fail, and you will be erased.]
This time, he would personally shove the “Godslayer order” into the AI's server core!
