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The day pirates attacked the garbage planet, Fanxing hadn't even been hit by their cannon fire yet, but he was already about to starve to death.

Dizzy and weak, he stumbled over someone.

The man gave him a message and a bloodstained letter, then died before he did.

Fanxing looked at the letter, then at the dead man on the ground, and slowly made his way to the place the man had mentioned.

Before he could starve to death, he delivered the first package of his life and earned his first payment.

Half a bottle of nutrient solution.

From then on, Fanxing embarked on a career as a courier.

A letter, a box, a person, a mech, a fighter jet, a spaceship, even an entire army.

If you can think of it, I can deliver it.

Fanxing smiled. "My esteemed customers, as long as you pay enough, delivery is guaranteed."

The empire's youngest general was silent for a long while, then spoke in a deep, steady voice. "I want to send someone."

Fanxing: "Who?"

The general: "Me."

Fanxing: "Where to?"

The general raised his right hand, pointing a long finger at Fanxing's heart. "Here."

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