Fateful Order: From the Start, the CEO Tells Me to Stay Quiet

My name is Chen Xu. I deliver food.

My mouth gets me into trouble, I’m tough to kill, and I’m genuinely poor, but I’m no coward either.

One night, I got a strange delivery order.

Address: Top-floor suite, Xinghai Club.

The only note said:

Don’t knock. Come in.

When I pushed the door open, a black-stockinged CEO stood beneath the lights, her red lips pressed together and her gaze as cold as a blade.

She glanced at me and said just one thing:

“Don’t make a sound.”

Before I could ask why a food delivery had turned into a spy thriller, a dull thud came from inside the room.

The next second, I saw blood on the floor.

And a line of text pop up on my phone screen:

[Fate Order activated.]

[Objective: Keep her alive.]

I was silent for three seconds.

Then I asked, “Is the competition on your platform really this intense now?”

The System replied in a chilly tone:

[Complaining cannot cancel the order.]

From that night on, my life went completely off course.

The CEO’s schemes, the knives of capital, a hidden hand in the hospital, death threats in livestreams: one strange order after another kept appearing.

Some people laughed at me for being poor.

Some called me crazy.

Some treated me like a pawn.

And some, eyes red, asked me, “Chen Xu, who are you, really?”

I wanted to know too.

Because every time I completed an order, the System gave me a reward.

Money, skills, physical enhancements, special items, even things that had no business existing in the real world.

But behind every reward, there always seemed to be an even deeper trap.

And those people who should never have crossed paths with me