Try not to laugh. If you lose, let me know ⌓‿⌓
Cheng Xing, an unlucky college student, met an absurd end: he was struck squarely in the head by the limited-edition Evil Dragon Overlord figurine he'd spent a fortune pulling from a gacha. When he opened his eyes again, he'd become a probationary elf for the mysterious Lucky Bag System. His mission was to deliver cheat-code lucky bags to tragic, handsome, powerful male leads on the brink of despair in different worlds, helping them turn their lives around.
But the System's products had such bizarre designs they were almost suffocating:
The "Glittering Cloak with Its Own BGM" blared "Invincible Is So Lonely," blinding enemies;
The "Screaming Chicken That Crows" could shriek loud enough to scare off monsters, its noise piercing the soul;
The "Bouncing Around Is Healthy Detox Pill" turned the Iceberg Sword Venerable into a dancing bunny on the spot;
The "Truth-Telling Bubble Gum" extracted intel at the cost of turning its Host into a nonstop chatterbox and a public embarrassment...
Cheng Xing's job was to grit his teeth and deliver these ridiculous yet "effective" life-saving (or socially devastating?) items to the male leads when they were at death's door. His goal was simple: finish one world, then hurry off to the next!
But things gradually started to feel off...
Why had Ling Han, the Sword Venerable from the Cultivation world, whose heart had turned to ashes as he stood amid a blood-soaked dead forest, started frowning at empty space, even blushing at the tips of his ears?
Why was the cold-faced marshal, decisive and ruthless on the interstellar battlefield, treasuring that box of "Instant Heart-Saving Pills Made of Cold Jokes"?
Cheng Xing clutched his lucky bags and trembled: Help! I'm just a delivery guy! Why are all these big shots looking at me like they're falling for me?!
