I Drive a Heavy-Duty Truck to Pick Up Demons, and Every Job Is for the Dead

When Lin Ye was dying of a terminal illness, no gentle angel came for him. Instead, a wicked demon god and a System that issued bizarre orders possessed him.

And so, the [Agent of the God of Order] appeared out of nowhere.

“The God Delivery app has a new order?”

“Sorry, I don't take orders from anyone who isn't dead.”

“Deliver takeout to the Seraph Michael?”

“Sure. Want some Abyssal Hairy Caterpillars with that?!”

Ten years later, Lin Ye sat high above the Divine Ruins, looking down at the Seven Thrones of the Abyss as they bowed their heads. He let out a cold laugh.

“Kings of old, why do you bow your heads and submit?”