In the final three days before the apocalypse, Chen Mo was still frantically making deliveries to scrape together his younger sister’s surgery fees. What he didn’t know was that every time he checked in at an abandoned warehouse or a corner of a subway station, the System slipped strange things into his delivery box: everything from a Tang saber capable of cleaving an armored vehicle to a mysterious serum that could absorb the genes of mutant beasts. When the blood-red dome tore through the city and everyone was fleeing in terror beneath the tentacles of the Eight-Headed Demon Dragon, Chen Mo opened his delivery box to reveal neatly stacked treasures: the S-rank combat skill Eight Forms of Burning Heaven, a bulletproof vest forged from the bones of an SSS-rank Beast King, and a talent card for Infinite Evolution, purchased with years of his lifespan. Riding his mutated electric delivery scooter across the ruins, he sent mutant beasts’ scales flying like scraps of paper with every slash of his blade. Even more astonishing to the survivors, he took orders while hacking at the demon dragon. “Hello? Your Nuclear-Blast-Level Spicy Crawfish is here. Don’t forget to leave me a five-star review!” As it turned out, the Apocalypse Survival Sign-In System he’d casually bound himself to three years earlier had already marked the city as his own personal development map. When the mysterious organization “Firmament” tried to control humanity by posing as gods, Chen Mo licked the dragon’s blood from his blade. “Gods? Try the rocket launcher I built into my delivery box first!”
