My name is Li Mo, an ordinary office drone, until I received a bizarre text from 0000: [Your seventh-night resurrection experience package has been booked. The delivery rider is picking up your vital signs.]
A pop-up on my food delivery app showed the rider right outside my locked bedroom door. My phone answered a video call on its own. The rider, whose face was a blur of pixels, said, “Mr. Li, your life-span delivery is here. Please open the door and sign for it.”
I thought it was a prank, until a deathly pale hand reached out from beneath the bed, clutching a card offering cashback for a five-star review. Its bloody message was still wet: [Leave a five-star review, and you can live one more night.]
The King of Hell app installed itself and issued a death task: Find the item in your room that doesn’t belong to a living person. Fail, and the rider will enter to collect your order! Succeed, and you’ll earn 24 hours of life and a pair of contact lenses that let you see ghosts.
A new rule takes effect every day: You must receive at least one good review. The living, ghosts, vengeful spirits, and deadly specters are all eligible. Anyone who fails to meet the quota will lose 24 hours of survival time.
Everyone in my contacts has turned into a ghost, the space beneath my bed is an entrance to the underworld, and my neighbor is chopping meat to make me into a ready-to-eat meal. How can I extend my life for 72 hours?
Click to read and see how an ordinary office drone turns the tables in a death game, going from passive survival to taking control of the situation!
