Takeaway Gods

My name is Shen Yuan. Guard Department Number: 001. Position: Temporary worker. There is no establishment, no five insurances and one fund, no pension. The only benefit is - immortality. Six hundred years ago, my master gave his life in exchange for my immortality. Six hundred years later, I was delivering food in the CBD, earning a monthly salary of 4,800. The fat man at the work station next door persuades me every day: "Brother, stop doing this. It's better than moving bricks at the construction site." Until that day, an abyss crack opened on the Third Ring Road. S-class demons trample the financial street. Half of the awakened people in the city knelt. I put down the takeout box and lit a cigarette. The fat man asked me: "Brother, why are you going?" I said: "Work overtime." He said: "How much is the overtime pay?" I said, "No." He said: "Then you add a fart!" I ignored him. Because I saw that thing in the abyss six hundred years ago. I sealed it with my own hands.