The apocalypse arrived, the supernatural invaded, and the world fell.
Jiang Cheng was just an ordinary delivery driver. Late one night, he got an outrageously expensive errand with a delivery address at an abandoned factory. There was no package and no recipient. All that awaited him was a monster tearing through space to descend, and a vertical pupil floating in the rift.
That eye burrowed into his right eye socket.
From then on, he could see what he was never meant to: the weaknesses of the supernatural and the cores inside their bodies. He discovered that he was one of the vessels selected for a “Gu breeding ground,” and that the thing that chose him was waiting deep within another dimension, ready to reap its harvest.
But Jiang Cheng had always hated other people making decisions for him.
“When I was delivering takeout, the thing I hated most was the System getting the address wrong.”
From city courier to leader of the post-apocalypse, from a vessel chosen for selection to a hunter who devoured his prey instead: when the Lord of Demons descended, thinking it had found the perfect body, Jiang Cheng would use his mortal flesh to tell that lofty being:
Your order is late. Delivery refused.
