Ticket Seller No.10076 had always felt that his luck wasn't too great.

When the global game first started, he had grand ambitions when he first logged onto Earth. He wanted to be the best-selling ticket seller in the area.

However, this dream was cruelly shattered.

It was all because his ticket booth was the closest to Gu Mian's home.

Gu Mian entered and destroyed countless instances through his ticket booth, which led to a continuous drop in his performance, always ranking at the bottom. Every time he faced his other colleagues, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Apart from shame, he was always anxious and fearful. Every time a player stepped into the ticket hall, his heart thumped, afraid that the person coming might be Gu Mian.

Luckily, Gu Mian had just destroyed an instance a few days ago. Based on past patterns, he should rest for ten days to half a month before entering another instance. So, during this time, Ticket Seller No.10076 was quite relaxed, free from daily worries.

Today, he was happily waiting in the ticket booth for players who wanted to enter an instance.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door, sounding like a player was about to enter.

Ticket Seller No.10076 immediately curved his lips into a warm smile for the incoming person.

Ordinary players were always terrified when entering instances, fearing they would never return. He was in a good mood today and decided to encourage these anxious players with a smile.

But when he eagerly looked towards the entrance of the ticket booth, his smile froze on his face.

Gu Mian had arrived.

He had come to wreak havoc on the instances again.

And he brought his sidekick—a chubby Fatty whose belly jiggled when he ran.

Ticket Seller No.10076 barely managed to maintain his expression. His once warm and enthusiastic smile had frozen, and the corners of his mouth only just managed to maintain a fake smile.

Watching Gu Mian head straight for him after entering, his face twitched involuntarily. He was already prepared to get Gu Mian's instance ticket.

At this point, Gu Mian had already walked up to the ticket window. Just as the distressed Ticket Seller No.10076 opened the drawer to issue the ticket, the unexpected visitor slapped a box of mosquito coils on the counter and then, staring at the badge on his uniform, said, "Ticket Seller No.10076, your express delivery has arrived."

Hearing Gu Mian address him formally, Ticket Seller No.10076's scalp tingled and his hairs stood on end.

Then he realized with a start, "Express delivery? What express delivery?"

He hadn't recently ordered anything from the supermarket, and even if he had, Gu Mian couldn't be delivering it. Which supermarket would dare to hire him as a delivery person?

Gu Mian guessed that the ticket seller in front of him had no idea about his role in the delivery task. After all, there were many non-fixed receiving points among the ninety-nine deliveries, and the receiving address for this box of mosquito coils was "the nearest ticket booth."

If I were elsewhere, the receiving point wouldn't be here but some other ticket booth.

So it was perfectly logical for this ticket seller not to know about the delivery.

However, this made receiving the delivery tricky. Could a recipient who didn't know he had an express delivery give me a five-star rating? The Postman's occupational task required collecting ninety-nine positive review slips to complete.

"Doctor, there's no recipient name on the delivery slip," Fatty, seeming to catch Gu Mian's thoughts, reminded him in a low voice. "It only says it needs to be delivered to the nearest ticket booth. If we deliver it, we can consider the task accomplished."

But what about the positive review slip?

Would this ticket seller, who's unaware of the delivery, have a positive review slip?

Gu Mian glanced at the ticket seller behind the counter. The seller was still confused. When Gu Mian's eyes swept over him, he suddenly stiffened, thinking that the other party was plotting something. "Yo-yo-you... what are you trying to do!"

At that moment, a hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the mosquito coil Gu Mian had placed on the counter, and muttered, "It's autumn already, and the mosquitoes are almost gone, yet this arrives now. Whatever, I'll store it for next year. I'll give you a good rating."

No one knew how this disembodied hand could make sounds.

Fatty was dumbstruck, watching the hand materialize out of nowhere, take away the mosquito coil, hand Gu Mian a five-star review slip, and then disappear.

"Huh?" Fatty uttered in surprise. "So the recipient is this hand?"

When Gu Mian delivered the blankets to the morgue, he didn't see the "It's So Cold" entity in the body locker, only a hand that took them.

I guess it was probably the same one I just saw.

This hand probably belongs to the task program. When the conditions are met, it appears to collect the goods and toss out a five-star review slip.

The ticket seller behind the counter was taken aback when he saw the hand appear out of nowhere, and it took him a moment to realize that Gu Mian might be performing some task when he came to deliver the mosquito coils.

Most likely, it's some kind of delivery task.

Make a delivery, get a good review, and then receive a reward. That's probably how it works.

When I have time, I'll ask my acquaintances what kind of task this is, whether it involves any NPCs, and let those unlucky ghosts prepare in advance. While thinking, the ticket seller sneakily peeked at Gu Mian, who was standing in front of the counter.

"Doctor, has the task of delivering the mosquito coil on your list been completed?" Fatty asked with concern.

"It's marked as completed. I still have ninety-seven more to go."

Ticket Seller No.10076, who had been eavesdropping, gasped. What task requires so many deliveries?

He wanted to eavesdrop more, yet he also desperately hoped Gu Mian would leave soon, fearing Gu Mian might suddenly change his mind, turn back, and say he wanted to enter an instance.

Luckily, his fears didn't materialize. After receiving the review slip, Gu Mian didn't linger and quickly left with Fatty.

Watching the two of them walk away, Ticket Seller No.10076 finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he immediately picked up the phone on the counter and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice—BEEP BEEP—and then connected.

"...The new train still hasn't been replaced, so our few worlds can't communicate. I heard the Paradise side is erecting a large stage specifically to judge some Upper Class People; they're short-handed..."

The other end of the line was bustling and noisy; it sounded like many people were chatting. As soon as the call connected, Ticket Seller No.10076 heard someone on the other side talking about the judgment in Paradise. He didn't pay it much mind and spoke into the phone, "Hello, is this Che Lingling? This is 10076."

Che Lingling was his best friend, a Hearse Salesman in a nearby supermarket.

Thanks to Gu Mian, the Spirit Car driving test center instance was completely destroyed. He was the only one in the world who held a license to drive a Spirit Car. Other people didn't have licenses and thus wouldn't buy Spirit Cars, so Che Lingling's sales performance at the supermarket was always at the bottom.

Ticket Seller No.10076 and Che Lingling had hit it off right away, often commiserating over their hardships and miseries.

"It's me," Che Lingling sounded a bit listless. "What's the matter?"

"Gu Mian came to my ticket booth just now. He didn't enter an instance; instead, he was doing some kind of delivery task and brought me a box of mosquito coils." Ticket Seller No.10076 continued, glancing at the spot where the mosquito coils had been, "And I heard him say that his task requires him to make at least ninety-something deliveries. Have you heard of this task?"