Death is not the end, bad reviews are.
Lin Bei, Blue Star's last delivery rider.
On a rainy night, an order for antipyretics, an out-of-control truck, and a life without time to step on the brakes.
As he lay dying, there was only one thing on his mind: the order hadn't been delivered yet.
Then he woke up. In the system space.
"The Wanjie takeout system has been bound." "Your delivery range has been updated." "New order: World of Immortal Cultivation, Qingyun Sect, Outer Sect Disciple Ye Fan, One Bigu Pill."
From then on, Lin Bei's electric car was replaced by a portal, and the takeaway boxes were no longer packed lunches——
It is the last supply for the survivors of the wasteland. It is the most needed equipment for Gotham vigilantes. It is the only key to breaking the situation in the desperate situation of the Immortal Cultivation Sect.
He passed through the radiation cloud in the doomsday wasteland and found 002's last words for No. 9 On the third underground floor of the old communication station. He stepped into the cracks in the Qingyun Mountains and stood at the forefront on the eve of the Blood Knife Ancestor's attack on the mountain. He discovered that he was bound to more than just a system—it was the legacy of five people, a communication bus spanning twelve worlds, and an eighth world that had been deliberately erased.
Originally it was just to survive, for that damn customer satisfaction.
Until he saw the coordinates of point zero deep in the bus.
That's not the end. That's what 001 reserves for the ninth person - another way home.
