I Deliver Food, but I Can Still Command the Gods

In my third year delivering food, a bizarre customer in a top-floor penthouse gave me a bad review.

His reason: one drop of soup had spilled.

It was pouring that day. I climbed 28 floors to deliver on time, soaked to the skin, and because of that one drop, I lost all the money I’d worked so hard to earn that day.

I clutched my phone, burning with anger, when suddenly a “ding” rang out in my head.

[Host has suffered an injustice. Merit: -1. Resentment: +10.]

[Resentment limit reached. Edict Spell activated.]

I froze. Then I looked at the nearly dead money tree by his front door and, as if possessed, sneered at the tree and the tightly shut door. Summoning all my strength, I growled:

“I command you: dead wood shall bloom anew, and your wealth shall grow tenfold each day! The price is... the master’s blood and essence, until death do you part!”

Then I ran off, figuring I’d just gone mad with anger and started spouting nonsense.

The next day, I got a five-star review from the customer and a 1,000-yuan tip.