I wake up in the Tang dynasty, having just hopped off my electric scooter.
I’m thrilled! When I was a kid, a fortune-teller told me that one day I’d wear a yellow robe and feast on fine food every meal. I was just cursing him under my breath, because I’m a delivery guy whose uniform is a “yellow robe.”
I was still cursing when I transmigrated. Could it be that he wasn’t lying, and his prediction only came true after I transmigrated?
As it turns out, that old man really does deserve to be cursed. After transmigrating, I’m still a delivery guy. Even worse, the stupid System bound to me is always trying to kill me. It sends me orders day and night, and if I fail to complete them, it takes years off my life...
Gradually, I learn to handle the System’s clutches with ease. I dream of building a great legacy in the Tang dynasty, then setting sail to punch the Japanese in the face, kick Europe in the shins, and claim the Great Beauties for myself.
Just then, my delivery business starts heading in a bizarre direction. The System wasn’t deliberately torturing me before; all of that was child’s play. Now, I’ve only just made it out of the beginner’s village...
