On the first day of the apocalypse, a rift appeared in eastern Hangzhou.
Chen Dong had forty-seven seconds left before his delivery order expired.
He didn’t stop. Taking a detour would make him seven minutes late. Going straight would get it there on time. He chose the latter, not because he wasn’t afraid, but because two years as a delivery rider had drilled one instinct into him: late deliveries meant losing money.
The moment he accepted the order, the System activated.
Deliver on time, and earn double experience. Get a five-star review, and your stats skyrocket. Arrive early, and your combat power increases by thirty percent. Deliver late, and your score drops, wiping out your strength.
While everyone else fled for their lives, he followed the GPS.
While everyone else fought over supplies, he accepted orders.
While everyone else teamed up to kill monsters, he kicked aside anything in his way and kept delivering.
To Chen Dong, the apocalypse just meant a new batch of harder orders.
But he delivered them all.
