Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH110

Chapter 110

Jiang Jitang only wanted to stir up the J-Nation “chessboard” a little, then leave—no more than two days in total, with minimal disturbance. He didn’t want to alert anyone else.

Parsons, however, was not part of Jiang Jitang’s plan. Yet he appeared out of nowhere, dropping into his world.

It seemed the plan would have to be put on hold.

But Jiang Jitang, who hated others interfering with his plans, couldn’t hide the joy on his face or the sudden brightness in his eyes. Being looked at with such expectant eyes, Parsons seemed to understand the source of every hero’s courage to face a dragon.

This place was hidden, without surveillance. Ito Saji saw the distant gates slowly closing and his expression froze in horror: “It’s you.” Even among top-level players, this face was famous; very few didn’t recognize him.

Parsons didn’t answer. He looked at Jiang Jitang and asked for his opinion. Jiang Jitang extended two fingers and lightly drew a line across his neck: all killable.

In the C-Nation, he was a law-abiding citizen, but this was not C-Nation.

A unilateral massacre began. Ito Saji, knowing he couldn’t resist, tried to threaten Jiang Jitang into compliance. But just as he moved, a dagger stabbed from behind, piercing his heart.

Jiang Jitang looked at him with innocent eyes, rotating his wrist so that the dagger twisted in the wound, blood gushing out. To avoid mistakes, he pulled it out and stabbed again to the right, ensuring both sides were pierced.

“W-why do you still have…” Ito Saji couldn’t believe it. He had ordered searches, used tools to ensure Jiang Jitang carried nothing—so how could a dagger appear?

Jiang Jitang didn’t answer, only watching him collapse to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, breath lost.

Parsons had already dealt with everyone else but could hear footsteps approaching the gate outside. He looked at Jiang Jitang and felt the intense magical fluctuations behind him. It must be the “Eye of the Caster”, he thought.

The Golden Eye, officially the “Eye of the Caster,” was the top magical artifact every mage desired. It was Jiang Jitang’s pride, crafted from the finest materials.

The outsiders had reached the gate and were breaking the lock. Parsons walked over and grabbed Jiang Jitang’s hand: “I’ll take you out of here.”

A door appeared before them. Jiang Jitang was pulled inside. On the other side was a wind-whipped sea, and people with umbrellas struggling against the storm, but he “couldn’t see” it—his eyes instinctively tracked Parsons’ silhouette ahead.

When the reinforcements outside burst through the gate, all they saw were scattered corpses. The C-Nation’s healers were long gone.

“Chase! Quickly, chase!”

The skies over the J-Nation coast were dark gray. Winds drove the rain cold against the skin, yet the meteorology staff weren’t discouraged.

The typhoon had indeed turned toward J-Nation, and every passing second, it strengthened.

But this… defied logic.

Tropical cyclones are unpredictable, but after years of research, scientists could usually predict a typhoon’s size, strength, and trajectory. Earthquakes were unpredictable, but not typhoons.

Yet here was a meteorological anomaly.

Without any external interference, the “Medusa,” originally heading for C-Nation, had turned a full 180 degrees toward J-Nation and seemed to have undergone a supercharged, unnatural growth.

Even though it hadn’t left C-Nation’s waters, the impact was already being felt.

The typhoon struck, affecting the entire main island. Wind and rain lashed everywhere. Pedestrians without umbrellas cursed; those with umbrellas hurried. Taxis splashed water like white gauze.

They didn’t realize this was only the beginning.

Meteorologists looked at the sky, which resembled a demon’s eye. Clouds swirled, tornado-like, sucking water from the sea. The storm kept growing and gathering strength.

The rain and wind intensified. Moored boats shook violently. Sand and debris whipped against faces. One official wiped his face: “Evacuate residents. I’ll take responsibility for any consequences.”

Using their last precious transfer device, Parsons and Jiang Jitang left the island, arriving at the nearest shore.

It was a tourist town. Streets had souvenir shops, and many tourists were present. Jiang Jitang was led through the crowd, wearing a coat with a black umbrella over his head, moving without attracting attention. But their height and appearance drew the eyes of passersby.

The rain was cold, the wind biting. Yet from wrist to wrist, Parsons’ warmth transmitted through touch, and the heartbeat hidden beneath clothing thumped rapidly, faster than normal—Parsons was far from calm.

Jiang Jitang licked rainwater from his lips and reflexively gripped Parsons’ hand.

Parsons paused, slowing his steps, waiting for the crowd to pass. Side by side in the rain, neither looked at the other—only their heartbeats fluctuated together.

He’s okay. That’s a relief.

Outside, the sea assaulted the coast, waves crashing and spraying water. People fled, yet Jiang Jitang felt unprecedented peace. His focus was entirely on the uninterrupted spell.

Fortunately, half an hour had passed of the three-and-a-half-hour ritual, and they had left the J-Nation base.

Away from there, he no longer had to deal with the J-Nation players with half his attention.

Now, he could focus entirely on unfinished business. Though curious how Parsons knew he was in danger and arrived here, it mirrored his curiosity about how Parsons found Jin City and found him.

A car opened its door in the rain. Parsons and Jiang Jitang got in. The lights came on, merging into the traffic flow.

The driver didn’t look back. The radio played the latest news: the sudden typhoon was gaining strength, and affected cities were issuing warnings, urging residents to prepare for Medusa’s arrival.

Initially, warnings were blue and yellow; now some areas were orange.

Jiang Jitang swayed slightly with the car, eyes closed, his expression almost sacred.

Only Parsons knew the Golden Eye’s influence had expanded tenfold—this was no peacemaking gesture.

A demon sealed by peaceful society sprouted horns; a reckless rebel leader landed elsewhere.

Jiang Jitang, once capable of forming a rebel army and sweeping across continents, relied not on moral virtues but ruthlessness. He was kind to his own people, cruel to enemies.

No, not accurate—he was also cruel to guilty comrades, like starving the rebel army while pocketing gains. Families in order, no exceptions. Enjoyment didn’t grant immunity.

If this was his treatment of erring comrades, how could he be gentle to enemies?

Parsons, in the Church, deeply understood this. It was surprising he once spared the hermits of the monastery. Normally, the rebel leader would annihilate the Church’s troops completely.

Even the Church dared not use schemes against this rebel leader outside the battlefield. One could not risk angering such a powerful mage. Mages lived long, had excellent memory, and held grudges. Cross the line, and the Church’s upper echelons would suffer immensely.

Yet the J-Nation dared to act where no one else would.

Worried about disturbing him, Parsons tried to withdraw his hand, but Jiang Jitang gripped tighter, nails whitening.

Parsons exhaled, returning the clasped hand slowly. Residual raindrops on their fingers evaporated from their body heat.

As one of the heirs to a super-rich family, Parsons had property in J-Nation. Seeing the storm worsen, they returned to the villa.

The car parked in the basement. Jiang Jitang opened the door without prompting, released his grip, and stood quietly, waiting for Parsons, looking obedient.

Losing the warmth of another’s hand, Parsons felt a subtle loss. He led him to the master bedroom: “Shower? Everything’s new here.”

Jiang Jitang nodded blankly, unsure if he heard yes or was reacting instinctively.

This was what a “mute” mage looked like. Parsons restrained his restless thoughts, handing him folded clothes and toiletries.

“This is my villa. No one will come. I’ll guard outside.”

This time Jiang Jitang clearly understood. He took the items into the bathroom. The mirror reflected a pale face, wet from the rain.

He diverted some attention to his phone, fingers pale and swift on the keys. Since he was out, he reported he was safe, so they wouldn’t worry.

Should I also report safety to Parsons in the future?

Outside, the world was gray. Winds roared, trash bins flew, scattering terrified pedestrians.

Typhoon warnings in J-Nation’s 10th District escalated from yellow to orange. New reports confirmed Medusa’s maximum wind had reached level twelve and was unnaturally intensifying. Its eventual landfall would be near the 10th District. At this rate, it would reach land around 4 a.m., with winds of level sixteen or seventeen.

The J-Nation cursed the meteorology bureau for lack of warning.

The bureau felt wronged; scientifically, Medusa should have landed in C-Nation’s southeast coast. How had it suddenly turned toward J-Nation? Moreover, the storm grew stronger while turning, as if whipped by an invisible hand.

If not for science, they might suspect miko or mages were at work.

While the J-Nation panicked, C-Nation residents were secretly pleased. The storm was “well-behaved,” dramatic, and the news dominated social media.

Only the kindergarten in Jin City paid no attention.

Nearly an hour after Jiang Jitang last sent a message, J-Nation informants reported unrest at the 10th District player base. Ten speedboats had been dispatched; the situation was unclear.

They instinctively linked the incident to Jiang Jitang.

Ding dong. All eyes turned to Jiang Xingzhou’s phone.

“I’ve safely left the J-Nation base and am with Parsons. Wind and rain are strong; not suitable to leave. Will contact when safe. If anyone is at the 10th District base, evacuate immediately. Ensure all components are delivered—they’re needed tomorrow.”

“It’s him,” Jiang Xingzhou confirmed. “He’s with the secrecy organization member.”

Everyone exhaled; only Mr. Tao was surprised:

“The secrecy organization member? The foreign player closely acquainted with Comrade Jiang? How did he know Jiang Jitang was in danger? How did he get here?”

“Wait until they return. Couples sometimes share bound items—it’s not strange,” Jiang Xingzhou explained.

“Couples?”

Mr. Tao realized, unusual but respectable.

“The unrest at the 10th District base was caused by these two. Not sure what they did there, but since they specifically warned us, it must be serious. Should our people leave?”

Mr. Tao didn’t answer; Jiang Jitang didn’t press. Better not to meddle.

“J-Nation players are still searching. Shall we distract them?” Jiang Xingzhou suggested. During a typhoon, transportation was suspended; Jiang Jitang couldn’t leave. To ensure safety, they had to give the J-Nation something to do.

“Of course,” Mr. Tao agreed.

Now that Jiang Jitang was out of their hands, they had no need for caution.

After sending the message, Jiang Jitang emerged from the bathroom. Parsons noticed him, barefoot, rain dripping from his head, wet robe, looking dazed.

“Hair,” Parsons said.

Jiang Jitang looked at him blankly; the spell still occupied his mind.

Parsons led him to the sofa, drying his hair with a towel, also wiping his wet neck.

Then the hair dryer. Parsons tested temperature and airflow before directing it at the soft black hair.

Because of poor technique, the hair blew in all directions, eventually piling atop his dazed face. Parsons took the chance to smooth it; the black hair flowed through his fingers, silky like satin.

“Hands.”

Jiang Jitang cooperatively lifted his hands, placing them in Parsons’, a bit small.

“Feet.”

He lifted his feet, Parsons put on soft slippers, adjusting the robe hem. Treating this close friend like a large doll, Parsons felt a strange satisfaction.

Medusa had left C-Nation’s waters, approaching a nearby small island.

Rain, driven by the wind, became like bouncing bullets. Except for those who had left by speedboat, the 10th District base was engulfed. The sea roared, water surged into barrel-shaped buildings.

Flying? Impossible—the private helicopter was caught in the water.

Swimming? Impossible—backup boats were smashed into reefs, leaving mutual destruction.

Except a few who escaped with high-level items, all players were trapped on the long-abandoned island.

Worse, the building’s drainage was blocked; water in the “barrel” rose. Underground players had to climb out, moving to higher ground.

“Just survive today… we’ll repair…” The words stopped—their faces filled with terror.

The long-neglected “barrel” cracked.

As Medusa approached, the high-end villa district began to feel the super typhoon’s force.

Rain and hurricane winds tossed broken debris, turning the scene outside apocalyptic.

Yet inside, two people sat together. One worked in spare moments; the other hugged a pillow, staring blankly, unaffected.

Parsons occasionally glanced up. His friend sat obediently, posture unchanged.

The fireplace cast a warm glow; coffee on the table smelled of milk. Calmness prevailed amidst chaos.