On a rainy night, I received a food delivery order from the cultivation world.
Lin Jian, an unemployed programmer, inherited a failed delivery shop. His phone automatically installed the [Civilization Restoration System], and his very first order was from the cultivation world: Yun Qingyao, an emotionless-path empress who had worn a blank expression for a thousand years. After drinking the milk tea he delivered, she laughed so hard she shook the Heavenly Dao.
From then on, all his customers were empresses from across the myriad worlds:
A mechanical empress from the apocalypse ate hotpot so spicy that heart-shaped steam rose from her head; an elven saintess accidentally ate chocolate, sprouted glowing wings, and chased after him shouting, "Mr. Fertilizer!"; an ancient empress saved her general with antibiotics and issued an imperial decree: "I want that man"; a cyber ghost tasted dumplings, and its code wept, "I want to digitize you and treasure you forever."
When all five empresses squeezed into his 30-square-meter rental apartment and nearly started a war between worlds over "who gets the bed tonight"
The System flashed an ultimate alert:
"Warning! The favorability of all five empresses has exceeded the critical threshold. Their worlds are merging... Reason for merger: they've all fallen in love with you."
"Please make your choice within 30 days: marry one, or the other worlds will collapse."
Lin Jian looked at the empresses poised to fight and quietly opened his insulated delivery bag:
"Um... Your Majesties, would you like to order some late-night snacks first?"
I keep delivering, and I get all the empresses. I'm Lin Jian, a deliveryman who nearly got torn apart by five worlds.
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