The Delivery Fire Wheels

The day his father died, his watch stopped at 3:17.

Sixteen-year-old Natu brought three things to the city: an old motorcycle that had been repaired for eighteen years, a letter badge whose five petals had never lit up, and his father's final words: "The road lies ahead."

Everyone thought he was just a poor kid trying to make ends meet. He sorted packages at a courier depot, made deliveries, took abuse, and had his orders stolen, running more than a hundred trips a day. Nobody knew that every package he delivered was leading him toward a name: Long Da.

Until, on a rainy night, the Nine Dragon mark on the back of his hand began to burn, and blue flames sprang up beneath his feet.

The Wind-Fire Wheels gave their first cry.

From the alleys of Jiangcheng to mountains sealed by heavy snow, from the front lines of the fight against the epidemic to the global league, from the ant trails of Dongjiang Lake to the interstellar highways, he eventually delivered a package to Mars.

As long as it gets there.

There's no line of work in this world that can do without the word "deliver."