Lin Yan never dreamed that one day he would be framed by a company supervisor and be kicked from a decent white-collar job to become a delivery rider.
What's more, he didn't expect that his old second-hand battery bike, which he had ridden for three years and even had its brake pads worn away, would ride on the viaduct at the morning rush hour with a soundproof baffle at a 90-degree vertical angle.
The second-generation rich man in the Ferrari next to him was shocked: "Newton's coffin board can't hold it anymore!"
——The reason is simple.
Lin Yan awakened to something called the [All Things Entry Editing Panel]. Three random entries are refreshed every day and can be attached to any inanimate object.
So:
Put [Causal Law Critical Strike] on the bricks, and if you hit the bricks, smoke will rise from the opponent's ancestral grave.
Put [Precision Guidance] on the rat poison, and all the rats in the community bought standing tickets and fled the city overnight.
Label the mineral water with [All Things Dissolve], and if you pour it down, the vault door will melt into molten iron.
Netizens all over the Internet went crazy: I asked you to deliver food, but why are you doing dimensionality reduction here? !
Lin Yan spread his hands helplessly: I'm really not cheating, it's just that my things are... Special.
But what he didn't know was that when the light of the entry illuminated this ordinary world, some eyes hidden in the dark began to look at him.
The owners of those eyes want to know - what is hidden deeper than the entries?
