This city is sick. No one has noticed.
Chen Mo was the first to realize it, because he had “died” once too.
A delivery worker who died suddenly in a stairwell was forcibly infused with the cultivation of a dying cultivator. When he woke up, he had a pair of eyes that could see “turbid energy,” a fragmentary formula called the “Calamity-Transcending Art,” and a mission he wanted no part of:
“Keep an eye on Emerald Bay, apartment 2501.”
A woman who has lived for three hundred years resides in that apartment, and the thing sleeping inside her is the final countdown for this city.
Chen Mo doesn’t want to be a hero. He just wants to pay his rent and save enough money to return to his hometown.
But this city won’t give him a choice.
Because his daily delivery routes happen to cover every entrance to the rifts.
Because every ordinary person he meets is being quietly devoured by demons and monsters.
Because the name of the last heir to a sect wiped out three hundred years ago is written in his mind.
While the entire cultivation world waits for the “Ark Project” to begin, preparing to abandon 90% of humanity, a delivery worker rides his electric bike onto their chessboard.
“Your plan is to abandon this city.”
“My plan is to finish this delivery.”
