Hehe, Finally Dismembered This Guy

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

Though every mission carried considerable danger, the rewards were always proportional to the effort.

Without the rewards from those two Post Office assignments, Wang Ye wouldn't have had the leverage to negotiate with someone like Zhang Ziliang.

He had a fairly clear sense of his own standing.

After all, in his past life, as a member of an A-Class Squad, he was nothing more than a small fry in Zhang Ziliang's eyes.

Walking up to the front counter with practiced ease, Wang Ye's pupils abruptly contracted, his expression turning grave.

A letter, nearly soaked through with blood, lay innocuously on the counter.

Beside the envelope rested a slightly rusted key.

"This is..."

"A death mission?"

Wang Ye stared at the letter before him, murmuring to himself.

Last time, it was just an ordinary letter stained with a few drops of blood, and that alone had left Wang Ye shaken.

This time...

Even Wang Ye, usually steady in his composure, couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

"But no matter how dangerous a Post Office mission is, there's always a chance of completing it."

Wang Ye pondered for a few seconds, muttering under his breath, then turned his gaze to the note beside him.

Mission Requirements:

Drive the Mail Truck, follow the navigation, and get off at the navigation's endpoint.

Deliver the letter to the first person you see.

Time Limit: Deliver within 5 days.

Reward: Full-time appointment: First-Class Ghost Messenger, Ghost Messenger uniform.

"Full-time appointment?"

Wang Ye seemed to grasp something: "So this was just a probationary trial for the Post Office all along."

"In that case, after becoming full-time, my authority should increase, right?"

Wang Ye's expression gradually shifted, a trace of madness hidden beneath an icy calm.

As if this was the real him, suppressed beneath the surface.

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

Back in the living room, Wang Ye stood by the window, his face expressionless as he looked down.

Sure enough, a very old-fashioned Mail Truck had silently stopped at the entrance of the residential complex at some unknown time.

"Is it directly channeling energy to manifest reality..."

"Or... man-made?"

Wang Ye thought for a long time, then silently drew the curtains, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep.

He always made sure to conserve his energy before any action.

The next day.

After preparing everything, Wang Ye walked to the entrance of the complex, used the key from the counter to unlock the Mail Truck, and climbed inside.

The Mail Truck looked rather worn, with dust even coating the dashboard. When he started the engine, it let out a deafening roar, making one wonder if the vehicle could even run.

Fortunately, the Post Office didn't disappoint.

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

Gripping the steering wheel, Wang Ye frowned slightly.

The texture of the wheel felt strange.

It was like touching human skin, and the brake pedal below felt like stepping on a lump of flesh.

The navigation screen flickered faintly, as if malfunctioning.

As the vehicle moved, the surrounding scenery gradually turned unreal.

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 the pedestrians.

And then, the flickering navigation finally displayed a route map.

Seeing the location on the navigation, Wang Ye's face paled slightly.

After the Eternal Night, the entire world had become a Wasteland.

Among it, Buddhism and Daoism, relying on their mysterious foundations, forcibly carved out pure lands, establishing the Buddha Kingdom and Dao City within the Wasteland to survive.

Later, with the help of Dao City, the authorities established ten cities, firmly resisting the erosion of the Wasteland.

Even so, terrifying supernatural incidents still erupted frequently within the city.

But it was still considered a sanctuary amid the chaos. Everywhere else, however, had fallen completely.

To put it in one sentence—

A demon's paradise.

If you left the city and strayed from the main roads, you had to be ready to die at any moment.

Only one train ran to other cities each day, and it required the protection of numerous superhumans.

Of course, the Wasteland was dangerous, but it was also full of opportunity.

Countless people who couldn't survive any longer, or superhumans on the verge of death, would choose to head into the Wasteland, hoping to dig up treasures.

They were called... Scavengers.

But ninety-nine percent of them died.

And the one percent who survived all brought back valuables worth a fortune.

And this navigation marker—

Was deep in the Wasteland.

What's more—

Deep in the Wasteland, in a completely unexplored area.

Judging purely from the data, this mission was a death sentence with no chance of survival.

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

Wang Ye took a deep breath, a wild glint flashing in his eyes, and stomped on the accelerator.

The engine let out a shaky roar, and the Mail Truck shot forward at a speed that didn't match the sound.

Pedestrians seemed oblivious to the mysterious Mail Truck, until Wang Ye drove it straight through the city wall, bursting out the other side.

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

Watching the truck pass through the wall, Wang Ye wore an expression of "I knew it," muttering to himself.

And so, one man, one truck.

Left the safety of the city, heading into the Wasteland, a land steeped in myth and legend.

"Heehee, that little guy will never guess I'm coming to find him."

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

"Or maybe I'll chop off his limbs first—otherwise I won't get to see the terror on his face."

Downstairs in Wang Ye's neighborhood, Zhou Han sat on the edge of a flower bed, pouting in deep thought. A golden knife hovered around her, dancing endlessly.

After a long while—

Zhou Han seemed to finally hit on the perfect solution. Her eyes lit up, her sweet smile returned, and she walked to Wang Ye's door, knocking.

The door opened.

Wang Ye stood at the entrance, expressionless.

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

"Hello there, classmate Wang~"

Zhou Han's eyes narrowed into cute crescent moons as she grinned at 'Wang Ye'.

Wang Ye gave Zhou Han a blank look, said nothing, and turned stiffly to walk back into the living room.

Watching his back, a strange glint flickered in Zhou Han's eyes. The next second, countless golden knives whirled through the air, charging at the expressionless Wang Ye sitting on the sofa.

Wang Ye merely looked up at Zhou Han, making no move at all.

Then—

Wang Ye was instantly dismembered.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wounds on his fallen body.

Through the severed cuts, you could see—

Wang Ye's body was completely hollow.

No bones. No organs.

"Heehee, I finally chopped that guy up!"

Zhou Han, as if noticing nothing unusual, wore a smug expression. She pulled out her phone, stood in front of Wang Ye's 'corpse', and happily took a selfie.

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

A long time later—

Lying in the apartment, Wang Ye's corpse—his hollow head—suddenly rolled, its eyes spinning wildly.