The God of Takeout Across Ten Thousand Worlds

Ling Yichuan, a legendary delivery rider, died in a traffic accident and transmigrated into a high-martial world where spiritual power ran rampant, becoming a useless young master cast out by his family.

To make matters worse, he awakened a laughably absurd golden finger: the Myriad Worlds Delivery System.

"Ding! Host, please establish a delivery network in this other world. Based on coverage, customer ratings, and rider satisfaction, the System will grant rewards such as cultivation, pills, and techniques."

Ling Yichuan: "...This lousy world doesn't even have phones. You expect me to run a delivery business? Am I supposed to send menus by carrier pigeon?"

System: "Host, please find a solution yourself. Friendly reminder: zero orders for 30 consecutive days will trigger a penalty: the permanent loss of your ability to cultivate."

And so

While other transmigrators were training in peerless martial arts, he was figuring out how to bring the cost of a voice-transmission talisman down to three coins each.

While other reborn people were hunting down their enemies, he was interviewing new riders: "Kid, how good is your lightness skill? We require deliveries within thirty li in half an hour."

But nobody expected that this "lunatic," who ran through the streets all day with a square box on his back, would build a commercial empire so powerful that the four great sects came together to discuss partnerships; that the spiritual food he delivered would have old monsters at the Deity Transformation Realm lining up for a meal; or that his delivery riders would fight even better than the regular army.

Starting with a bowl of plain noodles for three coins, Ling Yichuan used a single "delivery box" to stir up the winds and clouds of the entire world.

"I'm no peerless hero. I'm just a delivery guy."

"But every meal in this world has to pass through my hands."