In a hospital room, a young man lay on a bed, wrapped head to toe in bandages. At first glance, one might assume he had survived a severe traffic accident—but that wasn't the case.
His name was Malrik, a deliveryman.
Normally, a deliveryman either delivered packages or food. But Malrik was... not exactly normal. No one knew where he'd gotten the idea, but he firmly believed that a deliveryman could do anything.
Anything!
Whatever the job was, he would take it—as long as the pay was high enough to match the difficulty.
Just yesterday, he had been in a bar. Coincidentally, a massive brawl had broken out between two groups—at least a few dozen people were involved.
A drunk rich guy sitting nearby told him, "If you can shut those bastards up, I'll pay you ten thousand dollars."
Any normal person would've declined on the spot. But this was Malrik.
He wanted the money first—then he would act.
The rich man, amused by Malrik's boldness, didn't hesitate. For someone like him, ten grand was pocket change.
As soon as the money hit his account, Malrik got to work.
He strutted up to the fighting crowd with full confidence, walked straight up to the leaders of each group—and punched both of them in the face.
Then he shouted, "Shut the hell up, all of you! Too damn noisy!"
Just like that, the two groups stopped fighting each other—and united to beat the living daylights out of him instead.
Even the rich guy hadn't expected Malrik to go through with it like that.
Still, after pummeling Malrik half to death, the bar did quiet down.
In a way… you could say Malrik had completed the job.
And that's how he ended up in the hospital.
"Ha ha… mission completed," Malrik chuckled, though he couldn't move a muscle.
The medical staff beside him twitched at the corners of their lips. It seemed like the beating might have messed with Malrik's brain a little too much.
Not long after, someone came to run tests to see if he truly had any neurological damage.
But after a thorough examination, the doctor couldn't find anything wrong.
Malrik, on the other hand, was already growing impatient.
"Hey, I already told you—I'm not mentally ill."
The doctor didn't bother arguing. Arguing with someone who might be insane was a waste of breath anyway.
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a deliveryman."
"Then how did being a deliveryman get you beaten up like this?"
"With a deliveryman, nothing is impossible," Malrik replied proudly. "I accepted a job to shut those guys up, so of course I was going to get it done."
The doctor, who had still been on the fence about Malrik's mental state, now had his answer.
Yep, there was definitely something wrong with this guy's head.
No sane person would say something like that with such conviction.
"If you're capable of doing anything, then why settle for being a deliveryman? There are better jobs out there."
"What do you know?" Malrik shot back. "Doing anything else would just be a waste of my talents. Only a deliveryman can take on all kinds of work—only then can I truly live up to my potential."
'What the hell does he mean by wasting his talents? You got your ass handed to you, and you're proud of it?'
Though the doctor cursed inwardly, he kept his mouth shut. There's no point in provoking a lunatic. Who knew what this guy might suddenly do?
He left the room without saying much more.
But afterward, Malrik's prescriptions suddenly included a few extra meds that hadn't been there before…
...
Several weeks passed before Malrik was finally discharged from the hospital. Honestly, that was pretty quick, considering the beating he'd taken.
Maybe it was thanks to his rather sturdy constitution—that might also explain why he had the confidence to pull off such insanely reckless stunts.
"At long last, I'm free!" Malrik grinned from ear to ear as he opened the door to his room. "It's been way too long since I last made a delivery... I've missed it!"
He stepped out, eager to breathe in some fresh air.
But it seemed the heavens had no intention of letting things go his way.
All of a sudden, the ground trembled violently.
Above the sky, a massive illusionary image began to take shape—one that looked like a foreign land, or perhaps even another world altogether.
Strange lights flickered across the sky.
They were faint from where Malrik stood, likely because he was far from the epicenter of whatever was happening.
Even so, as he stumbled and fell, his gaze happened to land on the scene outside the window.
And for the first time in a long while… he couldn't stay calm.
"What the hell… Am I hallucinating?" He muttered in disbelief.
Sure, his thinking wasn't always what people considered "normal."
But Malrik wasn't completely clueless about how the world worked either.
Thanks to his personal belief that a deliveryman could do anything, he had read an absurd number of books and absorbed all sorts of knowledge from different fields.
He wasn't truly an expert in any of them… But he did have a decent grasp of the basics.
Maybe not enough to achieve greatness, but definitely enough to follow a conversation on most topics.
"I don't remember having any kind of eye condition. So why the hell are those weird things still floating in the sky?" he mumbled.
Despite the confusion swirling in his mind, his movements remained swift.
He pulled out his phone and quickly searched for the latest news.
It would've been better if he hadn't.
What he saw made his jaw drop.
All across the world, the same phenomenon was happening—and in some places, it was far worse.
He scrolled through social media and eventually stumbled upon a terrifying satellite image. It didn't look like something photoshopped.
This was a real image. A live satellite feed.
"What the actual hell…?" Malrik blinked. "Our massive continent… just split into five?"
This wasn't an earthquake. At least, not one that made any kind of logical sense.
"There's no way tectonic plates move that fast… The landmasses are miles apart already!"
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He wasn't an expert in geography or geology, but he knew enough to realize that this was beyond unnatural.
Something utterly impossible had just happened.
And it wasn't over yet.
The sky, which had been mostly clear just moments ago, was suddenly overtaken by dark clouds.
Thick, suffocating storm clouds that swallowed the once-brilliant sunlight entirely.
Raindrops began pouring down in torrents, drumming hard against the hospital windows.
Some of the droplets splattered across the glass, catching Malrik's attention and making him frown.
He stepped closer to take a look, but what he saw only deepened his confusion.
This was the first time in his life he had seen something so bizarre.
The rainwater was clearly red—but the moment it touched the glass, it began to evaporate, vanishing completely as if it had never existed.
"What the hell is this stuff?" Malrik muttered, his voice tinged with unease.
"This definitely isn't normal rain... and I don't think I should touch it."
He instinctively stepped back, alarm bells going off in his head.
Every fiber of his being screamed at him that whatever this rain was—it was dangerous.