Who would have thought that after I choked to death working overtime, I still couldn’t escape the life of an overworked wage slave in the underworld? As a food delivery courier, my KPI requires “90%+ customer emotional satisfaction,” and my customers are even harder to please than the clients in the living world. Uncle Chen orders braised pork every day, saying, “I can’t forget how much my late wife loved fatty meat.” Ashui livestreams and makes me perform “VR special effects,” while shouting, “Come on, everyone, let’s go!” The most outrageous part is that I delivered porridge and woke a patient in a vegetative state, but the System actually deducted my virtue points! Still, seeing the tears in my customers’ eyes makes me think: somehow, this wage-slave life feels more meaningful than the one I had among the living.
