Li Xiang, an ordinary food delivery rider, lives in a partition outside the Fifth Ring Road in Beijing. His biggest worries are platform deductions and negative customer reviews.
He didn't know that his second-hand electric car was actually a dimensional shuttle that crashed on the earth by the Lyran advanced civilization 30,000 years ago. There was a space folding engine under the seat cushion, and an antimatter refrigeration system was hidden in the takeout box. Even the car lock, which could never be broken, was an entropy-increasing brake that could lock time and space.
It all started when he received an order for takeout to be delivered to a "haunted house in Chaoyang District". The customer was a middle-aged man with a pale face in ancient clothes. The note read: "Don't ring the doorbell. I'm working overtime. Just put it on the table." Li Xiang sent it in and found that the man was correcting on a pile of bamboo slips. On the table was the work badge of "The Third Division of the Underworld, Judge".
Since then, Li Xiang's rider backend has added a hidden partition: "Cross-dimensional orders·instant delivery·speed of life and death". During the day, he delivered milk tea and spicy hotpot to the living people, and at night, he delivered overtime meals to the civil servants in the underworld. Occasionally, he had to ride that broken electric car to the Alpha Centauri star and use an insulated box to transport "energy crystals" that could blow up the earth.
And his on-time delivery rate, which was always only 92%, suddenly became the only variable in the survival of galactic civilization. Alien spies, interstellar wars, underworld bureaucrats, the old rulers... All forces are staring at this deliveryman, because whoever masters the rider scheduling system controls the logistics lifeline of the entire universe.
But Li Xiang just wanted to ask: "Whose responsibility is it if the timeout expires? Can I appeal?"
