I Run a Courier Company in a Strange World

After inheriting the delivery station my grandfather left behind, I learned that none of its customers were human.

The delivery address was a corpse drawer in a funeral home that only opened at midnight, the recipient was a sleeping ancient god, and my employees were all kinds of fiendish deities bound by blood contracts by the previous owner.

A red-clad ghost answers calls at the front desk, a headless horseman makes deliveries on an electric scooter, and an Egyptian mummy sorts parcels in the warehouse.

The Underworld Inspection Team says I'm operating without a license, and the Celestial Court's inspector accuses me of disrupting the balance between yin and yang. Western competitors steal my business, while demons from the Abyss leave me bad reviews.

Then spiritual qi revival begins, and all the worlds converge. Official documents from the Underworld, the Celestial Court, and Bureau 749 land on my desk at the same time.

“Boss, you're the only one in the world who can deliver this urgent cross-dimensional package.”

“The payment?”

“The right to survive for an entire world.”