On the first day of traveling through another world, others drew the King, Mage, and Warrior types, but I drew the Delivery Guy type. Wild monsters don't hit me because the system thinks I'm not worth hitting; the backpack is infinite because the delivery cannot be too heavy. While everyone was busy fighting monsters and upgrading to grab territory, I ran the first stable route in the cracked earth between the two cities. Some people laughed at me as a loser, but when the city was closed and food was cut off, I was the only one who could deliver medicine. Remember, I don't fight—but I get to say who gets fed, who gets medicine, who stays connected to whom.
