Chen Mo, a gold medal delivery boy, has a top-secret part-time job: delivering cross-dimensional orders. Customers come from a war-torn parallel world, and their needs range from antibiotics to tactical blueprints, and even the occasional "flash delivery" of a living person. He exchanged instant noodles for energy crystals and game guides for apocalyptic technology, until the glamorous female commander sent the final request: "The coordinates have been locked, and the Shadow Eclipse Legion is breaking down the door. This delivery may pollute your world, so it's optional." Chen Mo looked at the precarious fortress on the screen and the woman's determined face, and pressed the order button - this time, he decided to "deliver" to his door in person. When the electric takeout vehicle rushes out of the rift in time and space, all enemies on the apocalyptic battlefield will remember the fear of being dominated by a B-world deliveryman.
