Reborn with a Takeout System

72 hours before the apocalypse, I was reborn. In my past life, I delivered takeout for three years and died saving a child from zombies. My last thought: 'Damn, this order is late, I'll be fined again.' This time, I wake up with 1836 yuan in my bank account, 800 yuan in debt, and three days until the red rain. Good news: I've bound the 'Universal Takeout System.' Bad news: It doesn't accept money for supplies—it takes 'Laughter Points.' The happier the user, the better the reward. So while others hoard guns, supplies, and medicine, I'm frantically delivering braised chicken, cigarettes to a programmer on a rooftop, antibiotics to a pregnant woman across the city, and water to a broadcaster in a zombie horde. People ask: 'You're still delivering takeout in the apocalypse?' I say: 'The system is collecting debts. If I don't upgrade the safe zone, it'll shrink to the size of a bed.' Later, my safe zone becomes a base, the base a city, and the cities a network. I go from delivery guy to 'Chief Dispatcher,' leading five teammates and a bunch of laughing survivors to deliver on time through a global zombie horde.