Deliveries Across the Myriad Worlds, Starting at the Crematorium

I was a food delivery driver. I had an accident while rushing to deliver an order and transmigrated to a parallel version of Blue Star. Unfortunately, I was still a food delivery driver. Just when I felt my life was hopeless, I received a special order yesterday.

Outside Laoxiangji

A Meileme rider was scrolling on his phone. Looking closer, he was trying to grab an order, muttering, “Come on, order, come on.”

Just then, his phone vibrated and chimed: “You have a new Meileme order. Please confirm.” Shen Chen confirmed it without even looking, kicked off the stand, and set off on an electric bike of indeterminate vintage, wobbling along toward the restaurant to pick up the food.

Shen Chen hummed, “A crowdsourced delivery guy, nobody loves him.” He felt like he was starting to lose it. Sometimes he would ride along, singing loudly to himself, or suddenly call out, “System, are you there?” “Hey, System?” “Dad?” There was still no response. Shen Chen, Shen Chen, what are you thinking? You’ve been transmigrated for so long. If you had a System, it would have answered by now. Just deliver the orders like a good worker.