I've become a delivery worker for anomalous items, specializing in life-threatening "packages."
[D-088 Fake Family Phone Call] Pick up, and you'll hear your closest loved one screaming in a sea of flames.
[B-013 Organ Contract] Sign it, and you can trade body parts, at the cost of eternal emptiness.
My boss says deliveries must arrive on time to maintain the world's balance.
Then one day, [S-0000 World Destruction Button] appeared on my delivery list.
And the recipient's name and address were clearly my own.
The chairman roared over the comms, "Whatever you do, don't deliver it!"
The evil god whispered, "Bring it to me, and I'll make you a god!"
I looked at the only golden path that appeared before my eyes and rang my own doorbell.
"Hello, your apocalypse is here. Please sign for it."
Later, as I sat on a throne made from the ruins of countless worlds, signing for the fear of the gods,
I finally understood that the true anomaly had never been an item.
It was me, the delivery worker who had to "deliver" it.
"Abnormal Item Delivery Person" Su Xiao, a former delivery boy, received a bloody order the night he joined the "All Creation Shelter": deliver a "mirror that reflects the inner fear" to the haunted house. The reward is a "golden path" that only he can see on the back of his hand. But the first rule of thumb is that everything has a price. Lighting a "never-extinguishing lighter" will burn three years of passion; receiving a "phony phone call" may drag you into the spiritual space of an airplane crash. When the fragments of the S-class containment "Spinning Wheel of Destiny" awakened in his body, Su Xiao discovered that the so-called "causal insulator" was just a "living anchor" created by the world for self-repair. Real delivery is never door-to-door delivery, but the only solution to the curse. Urban suspense rules-based, hard-core wit fighting, no waste in the entire text.