Heavenly Mailman: Starting with Delivering Letters at a Price

[Transmigration + cultivation + mystery + smart protagonist + ordinary-person progression + humor]

Ten days after transmigrating, Su Zhe had only eleven copper coins in his pocket.

No spiritual roots, no cultivation, and four words written in charcoal on his door: “Su Family Express.”

He was bound to a System: delivering letters earned karma points, which he could exchange for resources.

But the System neglected to mention one thing: every letter came with a price.

Delivering a love letter made his farts smell unusually sweet. He used it to drive away some thugs who were tailing him.

Delivering a secret message meant he had to rhyme whenever he told the truth. Insults didn’t count, so he cussed his way through a checkpoint.

Delivering a defense map summoned every mosquito within five miles. The recipient mistook it for an enemy spell and paid him two extra coins.

The more absurd the price, the calmer he became.

On the last page of his journal, he wrote his first hypothesis: “The price isn’t random. It knows what I’m delivering.”

As the letters he delivered grew more important, he became ever more deeply entangled in the events around him.

The Bloodwolf Gang, Blackwater Sect, and the “Erosion” corrupting all things from the world’s shadows: every thread began with a letter that passed through his hands.

His partner was a gifted sword cultivator whose clan had been wiped out and whose fate had been rewritten.

And he himself was the only “variable” in this world that no one could predict.

The prices changed, too. From sweet-smelling farts, to shortened lifespans, to permanently losing a sense.

From a love letter worth two copper coins to the final letter, one that concerned the fate of all the heavens.

On the last page of his journal, he wrote: “The price is still heavy, but I’m still delivering letters.”