At two o'clock in the morning, it rained heavily.
Lin Chen stood outside the railing of the bridge across the river, one foot already dangling in the air. With a fine of 78 yuan, a balance of 204 yuan, and an online loan of 2,873 yuan—at the age of 23, he is the most inconspicuous speck of dust in this city.
Then he heard a voice.
It's not an oracle, it's not a golden finger, it's the sigh of millions of lower-class workers at the same time. That tone condensed into a system - the human obsession redemption system. It does not give cash back, does not sign in, and does not give away money or rooms. It only gave Lin Chen one task: to deliver takeout and resolve the obsessions hidden in a bowl of porridge and a piece of braised pork.
So, the delivery rider who was about to jump into the river rode his dead electric bike across the entire city in the middle of the night——
Give programmers who have been laid off and separated from their jobs a bowl of hot porridge to prove that "someone still needs you";
For a retired teacher who has lived alone for eight years, he uses the iron pot left by his deceased wife to recreate a braised pork dish that is always 42% off;
For nurses who are afraid of being forgotten, write "Someone will remember you today" on a sticky note.
The system will be upgraded and skills will be unlocked, but Lin Chen will always be just a delivery rider. He doesn't counterattack, doesn't show off his wealth, and doesn't slap someone in the face. He just silently shuttled between the abyss and the glimmer of this city, and while giving others a reason to live, he quietly found his own.
Until one day, the system dissipated, leaving behind a sentence:
"Host, you have become the system itself."
There is no God in this world.
But everyone who is willing to be kind to others in desperate situations——
They are all the saviors of human obsession.
