Lin Bei transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation and became the poorest rogue cultivator around.
So poor he couldn’t pay rent. So poor his magical weapon was a chipped bowl. So poor even monsters wanted nothing to do with him.
That was until he got the Myriad Worlds Delivery System.
He delivered hangover soup to a powerful cultivator undergoing tribulation, who lost his memory and took Lin Bei as his disciple.
He delivered dog food to an alchemy grandmaster, and the spirit hound transformed into a beautiful woman.
He delivered a love letter to a good-for-nothing who’d been dumped, helping him pull off a face-slapping comeback against his fiancée.
Then there was his sharp-tongued AI assistant, whose favorite thing was to mock him: “According to calculations, your chance of surviving today is 3.2%.”
And to make matters worse, he was livestreaming it all.
Modern-day viewers watched him deliver orders, flooding the chat with jokes:
“I bet five mao the streamer won’t last three minutes!”
“Here’s 100 spirit stones. Let’s see how you die!”
“He delivered food and got himself a master. I could laugh at this plot for a year.”
Lin Bei could only say: “I’m just a delivery guy. How did I end up becoming an immortal?”
