Chen Fan, a delivery rider, had just been hit in the face with a one-yuan coin by a woman in a silk dressing gown because his delivery was three minutes late. For good measure, she also left him a three-hundred-word bad review.
“Broke loser! You disturbed my precious dog’s nap!”
Life was hard, and Chen Fan sighed. But the next second, an app he couldn’t close forcefully popped up on his phone: [Delivery Across Myriad Realms]!
Then an order worth a fortune was assigned to him against his will!
[Customer: Patriarch Hongjun]
[Address: Primordial World, Zixiao Palace]
[Order: Fried Chicken Family Bucket]
[Note: Urgent! The Heavenly Dao is starving!]
[Delivery fee: 100,000.00 RMB]
“Crash into a bridge pier to open a space-time tunnel?” Staring at the navigation app’s deadly instruction, Chen Fan thought it was a prank. But tempted by the hundred thousand yuan, he risked his life! Clad in his yellow delivery uniform, he rode his electric scooter into Zixiao Palace. When he trembled and said to the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, “Please give me five stars, okay?” the entire Primordial World fell silent.
From then on, Chen Fan’s life went completely off the rails!
For the sake of a Coke, Patriarch Hongjun casually tipped him some “mud” that turned out to be nine-heavens spiritual soil worth tens of billions!
The Three Pure Ones fought beneath Kunlun Mountain, bringing out their magical treasures, just to claim the last piece of beef tripe in a hot pot!
The Victorious Fighting Buddha, Sun Wukong, stopped him on the road, not to rob him but to roar hoarsely, “My crayfish are getting cold!”
Chen Fan created the “Myriad Realms Diners chat group.” Watching gods from East and West wage a universe-wide flame war over whether tofu pudding should be sweet or savory, he finally understood: he wasn’t just delivering takeout, he was bringing joy to the entire universe!
He was the one and only ace delivery rider who could make every big shot bow their head!
