Your Delivery Has Arrived [Apocalypse]

The “Scam-and-Scheme” Top and the “Bargain-Hunting” Bottom

Fang Kezhi woke up one day to discover he had transmigrated into a post-apocalyptic world. The good news: no more going to work! The bad news: it seemed he might not be able to stay alive, either.

Food: two bags of flatbread of unknown expiration date.

Drinks: the water in the basin looked like it had been still for a very long time.

Clothes: a pile of sour, stinking, grime-encrusted garments in the corner.

Just as he was at his wit’s end, the icons for Meituan and Xianyu lit up on his phone.

While everyone else was chewing on moldy bread, Fang Kezhi was agonizing over whether to have hot pot or seafood congee for dinner.

While others fought over a bottle of water, the jewelry he casually listed online was being frantically bid on.

While everyone else fought for their lives in the apocalypse, Fang Kezhi was also struggling to survive, doing everything he could to save his own butt:

“Not tonight, seriously!”

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Fang Kezhi

At first, Fang Kezhi only dreamed of sudden earthquakes, scorching heat waves, and freezing winters... He never expected one natural disaster after another to actually strike in the days that followed.

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After graduating from university, Qu Zaixuan naturally landed a job as a corporate drone at a huge company. But just six months into the job, a jealous coworker sabotaged him, and he lost his position.

After dealing with the idiot coworker, he simply returned to his hometown and took over the family business, becoming the owner of a small supermarket and making the leap from wage slave to “capitalist.”

One day, he opened the door to the storage room at home and found himself in a furry feudal dynasty, where he became the young son of a first-rank prince of the Great Yong dynasty.

He had only just gotten to know the place, and hadn’t even had the chance to enjoy his parents’ affection, which he had lost and regained, when an imperial decree summoned the whole family to the capital.

For no clear reason, he was shoved into the Imperial College and dragged into a struggle rife with hidden currents.

He didn’t care whether danger lay ahead or how the capital’s political tides might turn.

Qu Zaixuan took things one step at a time, traveling between two worlds and switching seamlessly between being a supermarket owner and a young prince.

He carried gold, silver, and jade from one side to the other, and hauled watermelons, grapes, and kiwis back the other way.

Today he’d pat the fluffy head of the Minister of Rites; tomorrow he’d sneak a few tufts of fur from the princes and grandsons of the emperor.

Back in the modern world, he’d occasionally play games all night, then sell a few ginseng roots, deer antlers, and cordyceps on the side.

Life went on as usual. Whoever wanted the throne could have it.

The old Duke of Zhenguo fell gravely ill. Chi Yingshan rushed from the border to the capital day and night, but before he could arrive, the old duke had passed away.

At the funeral, Chi Yingshan knelt before the coffin in plain mourning clothes. When he looked up, he saw a figure who stood out against the grief filling the hall.

Fine white sugar dust still clung to the figure’s fingertips, like a cat that had slipped into a solemn hall to steal a snack.

Chi Yingshan frowned. Which family’s undisciplined young one was this?

Later, he realized he kept running into that little cat.

Sometimes the cat would hand him a strange candy wrapped in shiny paper. It was sour enough to make his teeth ache.

Other times, it would be a pitch-black pill, so bitter it made his mouth feel greasy.

Then, after Chi Yingshan was injured in an ambush and took refuge in a narrow alley, a force dragged him through a broken door into a strange and wondrous place called a “supermarket.”

On the supermarket’s second floor, Qu Zaixuan pressed the man, who was a good head taller than him, into a chair. He held cotton in one hand and a bottle in the other. “Bad luck for you. This is alcohol. It’ll sting just a tiny bit, so bear with it!”

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