On my first day as a courier, I delivered a “Certificate of Release” to a demon dragon.
It fell to its knees on the spot.
My name is Chen Mo, and I'm an F-rank mail clerk at Ninth Sequence Logistics, the lowest rung of the company.
My daily routine involves delivering lipstick to fox spirits and buying synthetic blood for vampires.
My only worries are my performance targets and bad customer reviews.
Then the S-rank calamity known as the Abyssal Demon Dragon descended, destroying half the city with a single strike.
As every superhuman was routed, my phone rang.
Supervisor Lin's icy voice came through:
“Chen Mo, your access has been temporarily upgraded to A-rank.”
“Go make that beast sign for where it belongs.”
Under countless despairing, astonished gazes, I rode my little electric scooter through the sea of flames and raised my barcode scanner toward the being that blotted out the sky.
“Beep, ”
“Signed for successfully: Primordial Yama.”
“Item: Abyssal Demon Dragon, Notice of Release from Prison.”
“Delivery address: Infernal Hell.”
Under the power of the rules, the demon dragon crawled and wailed before dissolving into wisps of smoke.
I looked down at my phone and sighed.
“Great, this one's late too. I'm definitely getting a bad review.”
I had no idea that this delivery had brought me to the attention of certain ancient beings.
My ordinary life had come to a complete end from that moment on.
