Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH106

Chapter 106

Complaints aside, the task still had to be done.

Jiang Jitang continued to pull up the task details.

The place where Professor Chang was imprisoned was the evil organization’s main base. Stubborn and uncompromising, the professor was under strict control, held in the deepest part of the facility.

His four magical beasts were also fitted with suppression rings and imprisoned separately.

Humans and magical beasts were held apart, each in layers upon layers of security, with magical beasts subjected to both magical and technological containment.

Judging by the task details, he might be deployed directly into the evil organization’s inner base.

The advantage: bypassing the early-stage checkpoints. The disadvantage: if discovered, he’d be trapped. He might not even rescue anyone and could end up sending himself in instead.

“Huh?” Jiang Jitang thought. “Isn’t that also a method? Throw myself into the trap—maybe I’ll end up in a cage near the professor.”

“The organization implements a standardized elimination strategy for unnamed intruders,” the pop-up box explained.

“What? They’re not worried about accidentally killing important people?” Jiang Jitang asked. What if they killed key personnel by mistake?

[Evil organizations don’t hesitate,] the system added.

“…Rules don’t matter at all. This evil organization won’t last long.”

If that method failed, the only route left was the classic “infiltrate and rescue.”

But this was the base of a “don’t hesitate, don’t talk much” evil organization. Going in alone—how was that any different from delivering groceries?

“Do you misunderstand my personal combat ability?” Jiang Jitang thought. Even as a healer—or even at his peak—it wasn’t suitable for close combat. Otherwise, how did he die at the Divine Temple? It was because his ultimate skill had a long pre-cast, letting the warrior close in.

Infiltrating a place like this to rescue five targets? That would require a super-special forces operative—or sending Parsons instead. He had cultivation experience from his past life, his body strengthened by the Cube World, personal combat above ordinary humans.

But delivery tasks offered no team options.

[Please continue to scroll down,] the system replied.

Alright, keep reading.

The task details included a detailed 3D map, showing guard positions clearly.

It also provided a thinking guide: why worry about rescuing all five? Just rescue the professor, then place him near the magical beasts and remove their rings. With the Heartbridge buff, the magical beasts could become “Super Saiyan”—er, super magical beasts.

Or vice versa: rescue the magical beasts first, then the professor. The result would be the same.

“Makes sense, but how do I rescue the professor? As a key observation target, he’s held in the deepest part. There’s high-tech security, magical beasts, and fully armed humans. He’s safer than gold in a vault.”

This time, the system didn’t respond.

No help from the system, so he had to analyze the obstacles carefully.

First, the professor was imprisoned in an underground cell on the lake-island, the entire island monitored by a magical beast. Any unknown living creature would be immediately locked on.

Second, the underground prison had one side of thick glass filled with piranhas, four sides of half-meter-thick alloy walls, and a single entrance that even the organization’s leader had to pass through three verification checks.

Of course, the moment Jiang Jitang appeared on the island, he could open a spatial portal to transfer into the prison—but the next second, the mechanisms would lock onto him.

The biggest worry: the “don’t hesitate, don’t talk much” evil organization executing the professor immediately with a neck-trap. Small probability, yes, but it existed, making him cautious.

Conventional methods wouldn’t work—he’d have to think unconventionally.

“How can I make a stir that will intimidate the island-monitoring magical beast? What are its detection parameters? Life forms? Warm-blooded animals? Anything that moves or makes noise?”

“Thermal detection.”

“Thermal detection… infrared. I remember it can’t detect through water.”

Jiang Jitang had a plan. Upon entering the task world, he’d immediately dive into the lake. Though filled with piranhas, he had protective gear, so no fear.

Diving into the lake would allow him to reach the bottom of the cage where the professor was held.

First obstacle solved—next, how to handle the traps, patrolling personnel, and the most critical: the professor’s neck ring.

“If I can’t solve them one by one, I’ll just neutralize all of them.”

Jiang Jitang searched the universal shopping website for an “electromagnetic pulse bomb.” The site claimed it didn’t sell items easily converted from civilian to military use—but it did sell EMP disruptors.

No white moonlight? A substitute works.

Reading the description: A wall-penetrating strong disruptor could stop kids sneaking phones or prevent recording in meetings. Cheap ones cost a few hundred; expensive, a couple thousand.

However, user reviews said, “Not effective.”

Not effective? Lives were at stake—he couldn’t risk that.

Happily, he remembered his points mall.

A quick search found a small-range EMP bomb, disposable, but far stronger than a disruptor. It could destroy all electronic devices in a three-mile radius, irreparable.

Price exceeded expectations: 3,000 points—convert to C-Nation currency, and it would be over 30,000. His shopping funds? Only 10,000.

Professor Chang, as a wish-granter, spent much of his life protecting rare magical beasts, often paying for travel and equipment himself. Sometimes he even donated to underfunded protection centers. He earned money but spent more, leaving no savings. The 10,000 points was all the funds available—and the task had been issued; no increase was possible.

Jiang Jitang wanted the best without overspending—both and neither.

In frustration, he remembered someone:

Ding! Connection established.

“Senior Zhang, I’m Jiang Jitang. We worked together on the anime club’s dynamic background stage—you remember?”

Jiang Jitang had been somewhat popular; his senior immediately recognized him: “Oh! Junior, what’s up?”

“I heard your graduation project was an electromagnetic pulse disruptor. If I provide the components, can you build a high-performance unit? Labor fee: 1,000.”

An EMP disruptor uses a high-frequency EM emitter, antenna, power amplifier, modulator, controller, etc. He knew where to source these components cheaply.

The site’s pre-assembled disruptor cost only a few hundred—components would be cheaper.

Biggest expense: labor.

1,000 yuan wouldn’t buy a commercial-quality unit but would hire a struggling grad student to make one. Back then, if someone gave him 1,000, he could customize without sleep.

Sure enough, a poor graduate was thrilled—he could assemble a high-frequency EMP disruptor in a day for 1,000 yuan.

“May I ask what you’re using it for?”

“Exams.”

“Oh, anti-cheating. Got it. I’ll give you the schematics; get the components accordingly.”

“Thanks! I need high standards: one full charge, at least two hours’ duration, cover half a building.”

Senior studied it: “Fine. Any other requirements?”

“No, but fast. Can it be done this afternoon? If not, I’ll deliver it later; needed by tomorrow.”

“Okay, deliver here then.”

EMP disruptor problem solved.

This device, a nemesis of electronics, could disable the neck collars. Then he could use wire cutters to remove them physically.

Observation: the narrowest part of the ring was under 1 cm, thickness under 5 mm. Its danger came from the drug-filled needles or triggering devices inside—not indestructible.

Prison locks were alloy; wire cutters were sufficient—no metal saw needed.

After rescuing the professor, he’d face patrolling personnel and magical beasts.

Jiang Jitang planned to take a can of super-sweet mulberry jam, replenish energy, then jump to the magical beasts’ location, use the EMP bomb, and cut their rings.

Then the counterattack could begin.

Largest expense: EMP bomb. Wire cutters? Only 100–200 points.

Remaining points could buy tranquilizer darts. Encountering humans or magical beasts? One dart per target.

The previous powerful darts were expensive; points mall had a better choice: fentanyl derivatives, fast-acting, for human anesthesia, fewer side effects. Paired with armor-piercing tranquilizer guns, enough for the personnel inside.

Having grown up in C-Nation, he still had a “merciful” streak. Even if they were evil henchmen, he wouldn’t kill them directly. Rescue the professor, then let the local government deal with the organization.

Jiang Jitang reviewed the plan mentally—feasibility looked high.

Ding-dong! Senior’s shopping list arrived. He cracked his neck: “Today, we buy these?”

After previous high-intensity purchases for the Sala tribe, Jiang Jitang felt unstoppable. This shopping list was easy.

“Electronic parts… Ah, found it. Electronic components sourcing, phone/computer repair—Master Hong. Old street. Haven’t been there in ages. Let’s go.”

Opening the door, wind swirled fallen leaves onto his face.

Strong wind today; super-typhoon “Medusa” had formed, entering C-Nation’s southeast coast. Jin City wouldn’t be the final impact zone, but would still be affected.

“Better get this done before the wind gets worse.”

As Jiang Jitang left, hidden eyes followed. Official bodyguards activated to protect him. Several cars silently blended into traffic, trailing his small electric scooter.

Old Street’s streets were narrow, mostly one-way. He opted for the scooter.

The people behind crawled at 20 km/h, causing frustrated drivers to honk and yell: “Are you crazy? At 20 km/h you might as well walk!”

“Get lost!” the black car driver shouted.

Previous drivers withdrew; this one looked formidable, young but not to be trifled with.

“Stone, that silver-gray SUV up front—same group. Don’t know how many have the same goal. Could be officials. Are we really going to act?”

“Nonsense. Do you want steak and a villa or not? We three have criminal records in C-Nation; normal jobs? Forget it. Out there? Anything is possible. You scared? Speak up.”

“I’m not scared… but there are so many people…”

“Huzi, you’re scared of everything. I, Chen Wang, am not. With the tools, we grab the target and leave. Who can find us? As for domestic stuff, I’ve got nothing—just the family house and land. We’ll be rich, who needs it? Nobody.”

The smallest of the three was persuaded, gritting his teeth: “Alright, one job, then we’re set for life.”