I, the delivery boy, work part-time to deliver goods to ghosts.
Bound to the underworld system: 99 single life extensions, and the soul will be gone after timeout.
The hot buns are given to the female ghost, the reading glasses are given to the morgue man, and he has to hide from the policewoman.
Send an order, add a life, and strengthen a skill.
I thought it was a part-time job until the system popped up the final order:
Goal: Sign in to your own soul.
I dare not send this order, but I must send it.
