Lu Chen, a delivery driver, died on a rainy night.
The note on his final delivery read, “Help me.”
He never made it there.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a worthless live-in son-in-law in a cultivation world, bound to a System and armed with a golden finger.
But something always felt off to him:
The rules of this world were too much like a delivery System.
Leveling up = progress toward the afterlife, incense = points, quests = orders...
Then, in a wardrobe, he discovered a painting. The woman in it looked exactly like the girl he had secretly loved for three years.
“What you think is being reborn is actually a funeral.”
