New Year’s Day, early morning. Nora Scott, who had just lain down to rest not long ago, heard her phone ding. In a daze, she turned over, groped for her phone, and squinted to read the latest message. [Manager Woods]: Miss Scott, everything is ready, and the package will be delivered smoothly within the next two days. Nora couldn’t figure it out for a moment, put her phone on silent, tossed it aside, pulled the quilt up to cover most of her face, and went back to sleep. Half asleep, half awake, Nora suddenly remembered— A few days ago, there was a raffle on Weibo, and to avoid exposing herself, she asked Manager Woods to help with some special arrangements. Clearing her mind a bit, Nora slightly opened her eyes and reached for her phone. [Zero]: Happy New Year. The prizes will arrive in the next two days. Winter in Xiangel City is damp and chilly, the temperature not low, but the cold wind whips the fine rain, each raindrop like a needle, piercing the skin with cold. Clara Paredes, who had been working overtime, stood at the company entrance holding her bag, fretting over the sky as dark as ink. "The family has finished cooking, waiting at home, can’t make it tonight, see you tomorrow." "My husband is here to pick me up, heading off now." "Where to eat tonight? I’m exhausted, need some relaxation." The passing colleagues were lively, fulfilled, and happy. In comparison, Clara, who just started her internship, felt out of place. Clara envied them, looking at the fine rain in the sky, calculating the distance to the subway entrance in her mind. At that moment, a luxury car drove up and stopped at the company entrance, attracting frequent glances. Unable to resist, Clara eyed it twice more. Three people got out of the car, all handsome young men; two headed for the trunk, while one holding a bouquet scanned the area with a smile in his eyes and walked directly towards Clara. As he approached, more and more eyes gathered. Feeling uneasy and afraid of being in the way, Clara instinctively stepped aside when suddenly the young man spoke cheerfully— "Hey, Clara Paredes?" Murmurs arose around, eyes filled with curiosity and envy. Clara bit her lip lightly and nodded, feeling quite embarrassed, cautiously observing them, she asked in a soft voice, "Yes, that’s me. Who are you?" "We’re here to deliver a package! Your comics and gifts have arrived." The young man beamed, handing over the bouquet, politely inquiring, "The one who sent the gifts asked us to say, Happy New Year, and would be honored to take you to dinner if possible?" Behind him, the two young men, one holding comic books, the other holding a gift box, also approached. "Hey, beautiful lady." Clara widened her eyes in shock, at a loss. This is... God Z’s gift?! After the storm, the air carried the damp smell of earth, quite fishy. The room lights were on, sea breezes carrying the fishy smell blew through the window; Isaac Hopkins was hunched over the desk, engrossed in doing last year’s high school exam papers. The phone chimed twice. He paused, quickly retrieved the phone from the drawer, and browsed the messages. Initially excited and expectant, his gaze gradually dulled. [Mom]: Sweetie, I’m going to break my promise of dining with you again. Mom has to work overtime today, and I may get back very late. [Mom]: I ordered you cake and takeout online, eat it first when it arrives. His eyes reddened slightly, Isaac sniffled and exhaled, suppressing his emotions. [It’s okay, Mom, focus on work. Take care of your health.] After sending the message, just as he put the phone down, the doorbell rang. Has the takeout arrived? He walked out of the bedroom, reached the hallway, opened the door without any suspicion, and was surprised to see a line of people outside, instinctively wanting to close the door. "Hey, little buddy, we’re not bad people." A young man holding a cake hurriedly explained their purpose. Isaac stopped, cautiously and warily scrutinizing them. Four young people stood outside, each holding something. There were gift boxes, books, a cake... He saw the cover on top of the pile of books and froze, suddenly realizing something, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt. Seeing this, the young man who spoke earlier flashed a bright smile, explaining, "We’re ’volunteer couriers’; someone entrusted us to deliver these, saying they’re your prize winnings." "I won a prize? Zero?" Isaac exclaimed in surprise. "That, we don’t know." The young man chuckled, continuing, "We found out it’s your birthday today, so we took the liberty of buying you a cake, hastily prepared two gifts, nothing fancy. Hope you don’t mind, little buddy?" As the confetti cannon popped, colorful streamers shot over, spraying all over Isaac’s face. Isaac was dumbfounded. Is this arranged by God Z? At nightfall, a news story about "God Zero from the comic circle delivering prizes" was pushed to the top of hot searches by countless fans and onlookers. The unique gift-giving method drew crowds to watch. [I am Clara Paredes]: @Zero, received God Z’s prize, feels like a dream. Was working overtime today, God Z actually had people come in a luxury car to pick me up at the company entrance, delivered the prize, then took me for dinner, and even kindly sent me home. These people are fantastic to get along with! Best New Year gift ever. But they seem not to know who God Z is? Below the Weibo post were nine grid pictures, including flowers, books, a signed TO, a mechanical box, and a lavish dinner. [tracyvan]: I also received a prize, no express delivery, it was hand-delivered to the door. It’s my birthday today, was supposed to spend it alone, but the people sent by God Z were so heartwarming, they made it the best birthday ever. Specifically asked them, they’re locals, sent by a friend, don’t know Zero. [Elizabeth Tong]: Incredible! God Z actually sent people to my house, not only delivered a prize, but also took the whole family out for a meal! They even bought my son a Lego, checked it online, it costs five figures... proof in the pictures. [Longwind]: I’ve always wanted to go hiking but had no company. Today, a professional hiking team came over, delivered a prize, and made an appointment to go hiking with me. [Firework]: Oh my, what kind of god-like manga artist have I become a fan of? Can you believe it, I was working overtime today, and my boss himself delivered the prize and gave me time off! Never seen such a prize-giving style! The whole company was buzzing! One after another, the lucky winners posted on Weibo. The experiences were largely similar but the people delivering the prizes and the methods were completely different. The deliverers’ professions, ages, and statuses varied, encompassing all levels. The common points were: personal delivery; warm and gentle; the delivery people didn’t know Zero. Initially just curious about where Zero came from, netizens unexpectedly found themselves consuming this piece of gossip, thoroughly piquing their curiosity. Fans beyond the manga circle and even bystanders were drawn in, stunned by this touching approach and impressive connections. [Here it comes! Here it comes! God Z graces us with another legendary feat! In an unanticipated style, he added another bold stroke to his legendary life!] [Already over twenty people have posted about receiving gifts on Weibo, from eleven provinces nationwide, twenty-three different locations... Does Zero have celestial connections?] [Not a manga fan but totally got engrossed in today’s gossip. Just gotta ask, is Zero in your circle still human?] [So warm! So cool! I unilaterally declare, I’m going to have his baby!] [Truly a man dubbed as a being from another dimension.] [No one cares about what’s inside the box? Isn’t Zero’s raffle only gifting a full set of individual volumes and a signed TO?] [Is a new manga coming out? This wave of marketing is genius.] Late that night, suddenly, a lucky winner posted a new tweet. [Unique Scenery]: To be honest, I’ve been fiddling with this box all day and still can’t open it. @Zero, buddy, is this a prank?