Hehe, I Finally Dismembered This Guy

Arriving at the familiar Post Office, Wang Ye felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Although every mission was dangerous, the rewards were completely proportional to the risks involved.

Without the rewards from the Post Office's two previous missions, Wang Ye would not have had the leverage to negotiate with someone like Zhang Ziliang.

Wang Ye had always been quite clear about his own position.

After all, even in his previous life, as a member of an A-Class Squad, he had been nothing more than a minor figure in Zhang Ziliang's eyes.

He walked skillfully to the counter, but Wang Ye's pupils suddenly constricted and his gaze turned grave.

A letter almost completely soaked in blood lay innocently on the counter.

Beside the envelope was a somewhat rusty key.

"This is..."

"A death mission?"

Wang Ye stared at the letter before him and muttered to himself.

Last time, just an ordinary letter stained with a few drops of blood had been enough to leave Wang Ye shaken.

This time...

Even Wang Ye, whose composure had always been steady, could not help drawing a sharp breath.

"Still, no matter how dangerous a Post Office mission is, it should always be possible to complete."

Wang Ye pondered for several seconds, muttering softly before turning toward the Note beside him.

Mission Requirements:

Drive the Mail Truck according to the Navigation and get out at the Navigation's destination.

Deliver the letter to the first person you see.

Mission deadline: Deliver within five days.

Reward: Official appointment: First-Class Ghost Messenger, Ghost Messenger uniform.

"Official appointment?"

Wang Ye seemed to realize something. "So before this, it was only the Post Office's internship assessment?"

"If that's the case, my authority should increase after becoming official."

Wang Ye's expression gradually changed. Beneath his icy calm seemed to lurk a trace of madness.

As though this was his true self, suppressed beneath that outward appearance.

Wang Ye silently picked up the letter and key from the counter, slipped them into his pocket, and turned to leave.

Back in the living room, Wang Ye stood by the window and looked expressionlessly downstairs.

Sure enough, an extremely old-fashioned Mail Truck had somehow silently parked at the entrance to the residential complex.

"Is it directly guiding energy and manifesting it into reality?"

"Or... was it man-made?"

Wang Ye thought for a long time, then silently drew the curtains and lay down on the bed, falling asleep.

Wang Ye placed great importance on resting and restoring his strength before every operation.

The next day.

After preparing everything, Wang Ye arrived at the entrance to the residential complex, unlocked the Mail Truck with the key from the counter, and climbed inside.

The Mail Truck looked old and worn-down. Even the control panel was covered in dust. When he started it, the engine let out a deafening roar, making one wonder whether the vehicle could even move.

Fortunately, the Post Office did not disappoint.

The Mail Truck slowly started up, and the Navigation beside him lit up at that very moment.

Wang Ye touched the steering wheel and frowned slightly.

The feel of the steering wheel was somewhat strange.

It felt as though he were touching human skin, while the brake beneath his foot felt like stepping on a lump of flesh.

The Navigation's light flickered faintly, as if it were malfunctioning.

As the vehicle started moving, the surrounding scenery gradually became illusory.

The figures on the street seemed to blur. At that moment, Wang Ye and the Mail Truck appeared to exist in a different dimension from those pedestrians.

Then, at last, a route map appeared on the flickering Navigation.

Seeing the location displayed on the Navigation, Wang Ye's face turned slightly pale.

After Eternal Night,

the entire world had become the Wasteland.

Buddhism and Daoism, relying on their mysterious foundations, had forcibly opened up sanctuaries. Within the Wasteland, they established the Buddha Kingdom and Dao City, allowing themselves to survive.

Later, with Dao City's help, the authorities established ten cities, firmly resisting the Wasteland's encroachment.

Even so, terrifying Supernatural Incidents still frequently erupted within the cities.

But they were still sanctuaries amid this chaotic age. Everywhere else had fallen completely.

To put it simply—

a paradise for ghosts.

Once one left the city without taking an official road, one had to be prepared to die at any time.

There was only one train to other cities each day, and it required the protection of numerous Superhumans.

Of course, while the Wasteland was dangerous, it was also filled with opportunities.

Countless people who could no longer survive, as well as Superhumans on the verge of death, chose to enter the Wasteland in hopes of finding treasures.

They were called... Scavengers.

But ninety-nine percent of them died.

And the one percent who survived all returned with items of immense value.

And the Navigation's destination...

was within the Wasteland.

Moreover—

it was deep in the Wasteland, in a completely unexplored area.

Judging from the data alone, this mission offered no chance of survival.

"I trust my judgment. The Post Office won't give me a mission that can't be completed."

Wang Ye took a deep breath, madness flashing in his eyes as he slammed down on the accelerator.

The engine gave a trembling roar, yet the Mail Truck shot forward at a speed utterly mismatched with the sound.

The pedestrians seemed oblivious to the mysterious Mail Truck, even when Wang Ye drove it straight through the city wall.

"Just as I thought, the Mail Truck exists between reality and nothingness."

Watching the Mail Truck pass through the wall, Wang Ye showed an expression of understanding and muttered to himself.

And so, one man and one vehicle

left the safe city and headed into the Wasteland, a place filled with mysterious legends.

"Hehe, big brother will never expect me to come looking for him."

"The moment he opens the door, I'll twist off his head, then chop off his limbs."

"Maybe I should chop off his limbs first. Otherwise, I won't get to see big brother's terrified expression."

Downstairs from Wang Ye's residential complex, Zhou Han sat beside a flowerbed with a troubled expression, her cheeks puffed out. Golden knives surrounded her, constantly flying through the air.

After a long while,

Zhou Han finally seemed to have come up with the perfect solution. Her eyes lit up, and her sweet smile returned. She walked to Wang Ye's door and knocked.

The door opened.

Wang Ye stood expressionlessly in the doorway.

Only, this Wang Ye's face was pale as paper, though his expression was just as cold.

"Hello, classmate Wang~"

Zhou Han narrowed her eyes into adorable crescents and grinned at "Wang Ye."

Wang Ye expressionlessly glanced at Zhou Han without saying a word, then stiffly turned and returned to the living room.

Watching Wang Ye's back, a strange glint flashed through Zhou Han's eyes. The next second, countless golden throwing knives danced through the air and rushed toward Wang Ye, who sat expressionlessly on the sofa.

Wang Ye merely raised his head silently to look in Zhou Han's direction, making no move at all.

Then—

Wang Ye was instantly dismembered.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wounds on Wang Ye's body as it fell to the floor.

Through the severed wounds, one could see—

Wang Ye's body was completely empty.

There were no bones, no organs... nothing.

"Hehe, I finally dismembered this guy!"

Yet Zhou Han seemed not to notice anything unusual. Wearing a smug expression, she took out her phone, stood before Wang Ye's "corpse," and happily snapped a selfie.

Then she cheerfully left Wang Ye's home, even remembering to close the door for him.

After a long while,

Wang Ye's corpse lay in the house. Its hollow head suddenly began to roll, its eyes spinning ceaselessly.