Starsteel Warbones: A Delivery Rider Tears Apart the Rich and Powerful

On a stormy night, I took a job for 500 yuan.

As I was shoved off the 13th floor, I saw a metallic sheen on the arm of the person who pushed me.

When I woke up, an alien voice had appeared inside my bones:

“Host, you have been chosen by Stariron.”

The price was that I would slowly turn into a metal statue.

But I didn’t care.

They had driven my father into kidney failure, injured my mother’s wrist, and stalked and threatened my younger sister.

The Situ family thought I’d get on my knees and beg for mercy.

At five that afternoon, I took these bones of mine to tear their building apart.