A pandemic swept across the globe. Delivery riders were among the hardest-working, most vulnerable to infection, and most helpless people around. Yet when everyone else could stay home and order takeout, they were like white-clad soldiers marching against the tide, still active on every street and alley.
Then one day, along with the pandemic, all kinds of miraculous powers appeared, and signs emerged that the immortals, Buddhas, Taoist deities, and gods of legend were awakening. People rejoiced, thinking this was the start of a world where everyone became a superhero. Before long, all those eager to try their new powers were dead by the end of episode one.
Then the so-called financial magnates, conglomerates, and powerful families made their moves, hoping to use technology to analyze these powers and remain at the top of the pyramid, enjoying life and even extending it in pursuit of immortality. They died even more horribly. Not one of them survived past episode two.
Then came a cataclysmic transformation of heaven and earth. Only then did people understand that the so-called universe, science, and truth were all part of a gigantic lie. Calls for the Chosen One rang across the planet. Everyone waited for the person who could save the world to appear, since that's how these stories usually go. And sure enough, that person appeared, only to die at the end of episode three, before the eyes of the whole world.
The entire world fell silent. Worse than death is waiting to die; more despairing than disappointment is watching hope slip away. Who else could they rely on? The delivery guy?