As soon as he opens his eyes, he becomes cannon fodder in the apocalypse and is bound to the "strongest survival system in the apocalypse".
The system was impassioned: "Host! Your mission is to survive! Survive to the extreme! Become a legend!"
I raised my hand weakly: "Um... Before the binding, I seemed to be a delivery boy, and I could only deliver food."
The system was silent for three seconds: "Ding! System error... Corrected to 'the most powerful takeaway system in the apocalypse'."
From then on, during the zombie craze, I was riding my little electric donkey like lightning: "What a brain you ordered... Bah, the milk tea is here! Remember to give it a five-star rating!"
Until that day, I received an order sent to the Zombie King's lair, with a note that read: "Human, bring me a cup of taro ball pops, sugar-free."
I looked at the thousands of zombies blocking the door and the only milk tea in my hand, and fell into deep thought.
The Zombie King sat lazily on his throne and licked his fangs: "The food delivery is overdue. How do you think I should punish you?"
I silently raised the takeout box: "How about... This order is free for you?"
