I was three minutes late delivering a food order, and the customer pointed at me and cursed me all the way down the street.
When I got back to my rented room, my girlfriend texted: “Lin Yue, we’re breaking up. A guy like you will be delivering food for the rest of your life.”
I crouched in the rain, smoking, when a runaway truck came hurtling toward me. I didn’t die.
An old man appeared in my mind, saying I was the last surviving heir of the Lin family from the Dou Qi Continent. He also said I had a “Dou Qi Food Delivery System” inside me.
The System’s first mission: post a screenshot of the breakup text on my social media feed with the caption, “Delivery complete.”
Fine.
From today on, every food order I deliver comes with a bonus dose of Dou Qi.
A bad review? I’ll smack that look right off your face.
A rival trying to mess with me? One punch, and you’re out on the street.
My ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend shows off his wealth in front of me? Sorry, I just crushed your marble table with one hand.
Cultivators across the city are trying to find out who this delivery guy is.
The Dark Pavilion wants me dead, the Zhao family wants me on their side, and the government’s Special Abilities Bureau wants to recruit me.
I glance at the new order on the System screen:
“Delivery destination: Dou Qi Continent. Recipient: the enemy who wiped out your entire family.”
Tch. That one costs extra.
