"Ah, what do you mean?"
Liu Zheng felt a rush of alarm in his heart.
Had the Red Ghost discovered that he wasn't from this world?
If that was the case, what should he do?
Strike first?
Calmly admit it?
Surrender without a fight?
"Literal meaning. Who are you?"
The Red Ghost asked again.
"I'm a delivery man from the Bloody Restaurant."
Liu Zheng replied.
"What else?"
"I'm Liu Zheng, suffering from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, and I'm an orphan."
He thought for a moment before speaking.
"Anything else?"
The Red Ghost prodded unhurriedly.
"I was required by the system to survive in this world for more than 72 hours, but just surviving 72 hours is definitely not enough, because..."
Liu Zheng trailed off as he spoke.
Because why exactly?
Right, what was the system again?
Who was I again?
His originally tired but sharp gaze gradually became vacant, that persistent urgency which clung to him like a painful affliction suddenly vanished.
