When the tires of the electric car skidded, I had only one thought in my mind—this month's takeout was in vain.
It's not that I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of losing money.
Before the retrograde BMW hit me, I was looking down at the order list on my phone. The system rang like a reminder: "You have a new order, please process it in time!" I cursed and looked up. The headlights hurt my eyes. Then there was the sound of brakes, the sound of impact, and the muffled sound of my body flying out and hitting the ground.
Pain.
It fucking hurts.
I was lying on my side in the middle of the road. I felt that my ribs on the left side were broken. When I breathed, I could hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other. The phone was dropped two meters away, and the screen shattered into a spider web. It was still ringing: "You have a new order, please process it in time..."
There were people gathered around, holding up their mobile phones to take pictures. A middle-aged man in a suit got out of the BMW, his face was pale, and he was trembling on the phone.
My consciousness began to blur.
Then, a voice exploded in my head.
"The host's dying state has been detected, and the emergency binding procedure has been initiated. The work-to-get-rich system has been launched, and the binding is in progress... The binding was successful."
