Strongest Deliveryman In The Apocalypse

Zone E-46… the Fortress City.

It was the wall that served to protect the rest of the inhabited zones from the threat of the Monsters. It was also the Headquarters of the Riders Association, which existed as the central hub of the city.

However, before anyone could be registered as a 'Rider', they would have to be registered as a resident of Sector E.

For most people, this would be a difficult thing to do.

However, for Sobin—who relied on his status as a Rider who lost his means of identification—he had a very smooth experience. Not only was he not asked many questions, but his identification was ready rather quickly.

It was easy… too easy!

Sobin wondered if it was due to the System's influence that these people were being so cooperative, but he had no idea what was going on under the surface.

Actually, the officers at the gate had informed the Registration Office that a certain high-ranked Rider who just arrived from the uninhabited Zones would be in need of a means of identification. Also, since he was most likely on some secret assignment, it would be best not to ask too many questions and simply give him what he needed.

As a result of this imperative, the Registration Office gave him no hassle and answered his request.

And so, Sobin was registered as 'Sobin Lee. Age 27. Occupation: Civilian. Social Credit Score: E Rank'

This was the most basic kind of identity one could get, and it was the one Sobin specifically requested. The Registration Officers were surprised by his choice and were willing to bump him to a higher level, due to his status in their mind, but since they were told not to ask any questions, they did as they were told.

Perhaps this high-level Rider had reasons for choosing this level of identification.

The truth was that even this basic identification would be difficult for anyone else to get if they weren't Sobin. However, due to certain coincidences, it seemed like everything worked itself out nicely.

After completing his registration and having his name and image inputted into the System, the Registration Office gave him his ID card and sent him on his way.

They weren't surprised not to find Sobin in the Registration Index since they expected him to be a top-level Rider whose files were probably redacted from public records. Having this new identity would be his new cover.

Sobin, not suspecting a single thing, was relieved to see that he had completed his first hurdle.

Much to his surprise, despite only completing a Quest to Register his identity, he ended up completing dozens more due to it being a Chain Quest.

'How is this possible?' Sobin pondered quietly. 'Could it be that every Quest I complete is actually a Chain Quest?'

He was wrong in this assessment, of course.

There were indeed certain Quests that could qualify as Chain Quests, or some actions of his that would inadvertently trigger Chain Quests, but it wasn't a general rule that applied to everything.

In fact, the current Quest of registration wasn't originally a Chain Quest.

The reason for the change was the perception of the officers regarding Sobin and their interactions with him, which would cause a domino effect that would change the course of the world.

If Sobin had gone through the normal process of registration, it would have taken him weeks, if not months, to complete the Quest. However, with his Rider Status, he was able to get it completed instantly.

And it even helped him complete several other Quests.

'I should register as a Rider in the Association now. I wonder how many Quests I'll be able to complete with this action?' Sobin pondered this as he drove through the city to locate the central building.

While thinking of all the possible outcomes, he observed the city some more.

It was vast and spacious, mostly filled with tall structures that resembled armored fortresses. There were flying drones that hovered around the sky, clearly painting this place as an incredibly secure area.

It wasn't a place just anyone could ride through as they pleased, yet here Sobin was.

He hadn't even been in this world for up to a day, yet he was within the most secure area in Sector E. Even ordinary Riders wouldn't be able to access this place easily, as there was a Rider Association Branch in every zone.

This one was simply the Headquarters.

The tall walls that surrounded the city had a lasting impression on Sobin, and he could feel the suffocating ambiance of security that filled the atmosphere. Contrary to what he expected from the Apocalypse, it seemed humanity wasn't doing too badly—all things considered.

In most of these stories, mankind would be in a perpetual struggle while trying to survive in an orderless world. However, it seemed like this world didn't lack technology, and law and order were still upheld strongly.

Sobin noticed this when he was registering his identity.

Despite how easy the process was, there was still a bureaucratic standard that guided every step of his registration. He had feared many times that he would be exposed, but due to some stroke of luck, that didn't happen.

Despite the System not saying anything about it, Sobin figured it must have had a hand to play in those affairs.

"Okay… looks like we're here." Sobin parked his truck right next to the building and got down from it, stretching his body with visible glee.

'Okay! Let's complete yet another Quest!'

He stepped into the large building, greeted with the fresh sight of modernity that swept the depressive sights of the outside world away from his mind. This place had display panels, air conditioning, LEDs, and multiple other pieces of technology that made him feel an immense sense of nostalgia and satisfaction.

The familiarity was so immense that he began to think of his wife again.

'I wonder what she's eating. I wonder what the time on Earth is right now. I can't be away for too long… else I don't know what she'll do.'

If she learned he died in a truck accident, wasn't it likely that she would also get herself killed in a truck accident so that she would also end up in another world? And what of their baby? Sobin didn't want to imagine how reckless his otaku wife would be without his rationality curbing her excesses.

Indeed… he was the objectively rational one.

"Hello. I'd like to register as a Rider." Sobin approached the lobby counter with a calm smile. It had the same vibe as that of a hotel, except the receptionists were all robots operated by the humans displayed on their heads—same as the guards and the registration officers.

Sobin began to wonder if he was the only actual human being in this city.

"I see… so you're the one." One of the officers said with a mumble. "Please follow me."

The receptionist escorted Sobin to a secret room upstairs, where he was asked some questions—mostly related to his health, previous occupation, ambition, family members, and his future goals.

Of course, Sobin couldn't just expose himself as a transmigrator, so he had to be very vague about a lot of the details while being as honest as possible.

The only thing he couldn't stop gushing about was his wife, though.

He really loved her.

"Okay. Your registration is complete. You can go downstairs to receive your 'new' identification."

Sobin nodded, oblivious to the true meaning behind the receptionist's words. In his own mind, he had finally gotten his Identification, allowing to complete his Quest.

Much to his disappointment, however, only one Quest was completed this time.

Once he left the secret room upstairs, the receptionist let out a sigh and mumbled silently to herself.

"The machine says that he answered all the questions honestly, yet its clearly fake information.'

When asked about his favorite activity, he talked about eating steak with his wife.

But how was that even possible when cows were EXTINCT?!

Also, the way he kept gushing on about an imaginary wife, truly selling the idea of a loving marriage when nothing in the records showed such details, showed something very admirable but also dangerously scary.

'He must have been trained very proficiently in the art of keeping secrets. He really is on a hidden assignment… I wonder what it is.'