I, Lin Bei, an urban delivery boy, have a motto in life: I can never stand if I can lie down. Until one day while delivering food, I accidentally bound to the "infinite copy system" - copied beef noodles, copied banknotes, copied sports cars, and even copied ten of myself to order at the same time! I wanted to continue to earn interest, but the system prompted: Excessive copying has caused inflation in the food delivery industry. Please use your copying ability immediately to maintain the balance of the world. So I started copying elixirs to cure diseases, copying houses to provide disaster relief, copying missiles to bombard villains... When the system asked me to copy a parallel universe, I fell into deep thought: If I copy this universe, can I be the creator?
