Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH112

Chapter 112

Originally, Jiang Jitang’s plan was to place an order yesterday, receive the electromagnetic interference device today, and complete the task—but the Federation and J-Nation disrupted his schedule.

Moreover, yesterday’s magic consumption had been intense. By the afternoon, he would probably be fully recovered, but only enough to travel once through the spatial channel back home—no energy left for any task.

Damn foreign troublemakers, disturbing his work—none of them were any good, except the knight.

Once abroad, Jiang Jitang immediately unlocked “Rebel Leader Mode,” and his mind was filled with explosions—he imagined clearing tens of thousands of miles of chaos.

“Blow up the shrine? Now?”

Blowing up a J-Nation shrine now? Even in peacetime, the temper of a rebel leader hadn’t been tamed.

Players in the Eastern 10th District had suffered heavy casualties. Except for the few who escaped at the beginning, almost no one survived the island. This incident had ignited the entire J-Nation player community.

The Eastern 10th District was the busiest and most prosperous region, home to eighty percent of J-Nation’s high-level players. Losing so many meant J-Nation players could no longer rank internationally.

Yet the forces behind J-Nation didn’t care—they continued pressing to capture C-Nation healer.

A father’s command—what else could one do but obey?

Now, J-Nation nationwide player organizations were mobilized to hunt him, and he was thinking of blowing up a shrine?

“So many people chasing me? More is more fun,” Jiang Jitang suddenly laughed. “I even want to go to the Eastern 10th District. It must be lively there, perfect for stirring up trouble.”

“…” As expected from a man wanted by the Church and royal families for years, unrestrained arrogance was engraved into his soul.

“You’re late.” Parsons checked his phone. “The J-Nation already blew it up. No use.”

“???”

“The two most famous shrines for worshiping war criminals have become real horror zones, and due to their high level, they’re expanding outward. Explosions were tried—no effect. Only players can deal with a horror zone.”

“Is that even possible?” Jiang Jitang listened carefully.

“At least three digits of worshippers were devoured. Three professional player teams were destroyed. Now, the two shrines are closed under the pretext of ‘maintenance,’ but many still treat them as the top challenge for courage trials. They’ve become J-Nation’s biggest headache. If you destroy them, you’d actually help the local government.”

“Wow.” This was even more ironic than his original plan.

Blowing up a shrine is external—an outlet for victims’ emotions. But the shrines themselves became horror zones, spreading destruction outward—this was J-Nation’s choice. The latter is far more ironic.

C-Nation had countless temples and dojos, none of which became real horror zones. Yet J-Nation had two. Evil worshipped leads only to harming the masses. Had the J-Nation considered today when they built war criminal shrines?

“Then let’s just have fun.” His mood suddenly lifted. The sky was the sky, the sea was the sea, and the J-Nation were just people.

“The typhoon should have cleaned up nearby—nothing much to do around here.”

“Hmm? Nationwide disaster?”

“No, only a small region was affected,” Parsons said.

The J-Nation were probably used to it—disasters came now and then.

Jiang Jitang suddenly understood what a small national territory meant—no wonder foreigners saw localized disasters in C-Nation and assumed the whole nation was suffering.

Unable to go out, Jiang Jitang wandered inside the villa.

The three-story luxury villa had a front garden, a backyard pool, a private movie theater, secret passages, and a game room.

Parsons watched him explore every corner, leaving his presence in each space.

It was Parsons’ first visit as well. Thanks to regular cleaning, the villa was well-kept but lifeless. Now, Jiang Jitang made it feel somewhat inhabited.

Too bad it was J-Nation—he didn’t like it.

He wondered when the Guanghua Street apartment would be renovated. Could extra money speed it up?

Around 3:15 PM, Jiang Jitang returned with Parsons, carrying a large bag of official figures.

Parsons couldn’t resist Jiang Jitang’s pleading look, and they left the villa like thieves, driving to a famous anime street and picking up two more bags of merchandise.

All were characters popular in C-Nation 20–30 years ago—mostly blue fat ones. He didn’t buy any of the new releases.

“The craftsmanship is exquisite, and yes, it’s expensive. Price-performance is low, but at least it’s ‘in stock’—no pickiness.” Domestic versions required pre-ordering for weeks.

“You watch anime?” Parsons asked—was this a new hobby?

“No. But since we’re here, I can’t return empty-handed.”

Food and local culture didn’t interest him. Cosmetics had failed him recently. So he opted for classic figures—resin couldn’t carry radiation.

“I was also planning to make some money from treatment fees,” Jiang Jitang said.

Parsons listened quietly.

“They players got into trouble. For humanitarian reasons, I just happened to be in J-Nation for work, so I reluctantly offered treatment at a low price. Wealthy clients, $300k; charity, $100k each, 100 clients total—netting me $10 million.

“The plan was good—fomenting a rift between ordinary J-Nation players and privileged ones. Logically, those 100 slots would go to the wealthy, not severely injured common players. Too bad the minister vetoed it.”

Parsons: “…” It wasn’t his fault—they had been coaxed into it.

Inflict a critical blow, offer a small comfort, and pocket nearly $100 million. Who else could do that?

Except the other side was a pack of hyenas—targeting them could be troublesome. The minister’s veto was wise; her audacity was excessive.

“I recall, whenever the joint army crushed rebels, noble generals were primary targets. Their magical items were destroyed, forced to sell cheaply to caravans, then bought back at premium.”

Parsons suddenly realized the connection.

Jiang Jitang calmly nodded: “Exactly, the caravans are mine. Those noble generals were mostly for prestige, afraid of death, and wealthy. They needed protection but could be exploited, so magical items were targeted. They were grateful—my magic really saved them. Generous too, never haggled.”

Parsons: …

No wonder he was so skilled at profiting from enemies—he had prior experience.

“Too bad the minister vetoed it; I could have earned a lot from J-Nation nobles. Rich, but the money didn’t reach me—my loss.”

Could he reclaim it from the Federation?

With the disappointment in mind, they traveled via spatial channel back home, landing at Jiang Jitang’s house.

They first went to the kindergarten—deliver figures, get the interference device, and reassure everyone. His disappearance had likely scared them.

“Thanks,” Xia Sister was surprised, giving Jiang Jitang a bag of mandarin in return. “The minister is waiting for you.”

“Got it, I’ll come immediately.”

At Minister Jiang’s office, Mr. Tao was also present.

He reported what they had witnessed, including statements from the J-Nation official.

“I didn’t find other C-Nation players on that abandoned island, but they mentioned another detention site.”

Mr. Tao’s expression was serious: “I will report this.” J-Nation had a history—they were capable, a consensus among C-Nation citizens.

“What about the person caught in the East Capital before?”

This hadn’t been made public. As usual, it couldn’t be disclosed, but Mr. Tao gave a clear answer: “Sentenced for endangering public safety. But thanks to your timely action, no severe consequences occurred—only ten years.”

Normally, without casualties or major property loss, sentences ranged three to seven years.

This time, with over 700 seriously injured, but Jiang Jitang’s intervention prevented deaths—so ten years was a compromise.

This also accounted for Federation pressure—the individual was a third-generation heir of a conglomerate. Without assistance, surviving multiple Cube World Game scenarios would have been nearly impossible. Ten years ensured he couldn’t walk out alive.

Hence, a “rescue” plan existed. Jiang Jitang’s kidnapping might have been part of it—used for threat and exchange.

He didn’t know the intricate relationships, only that the other boy’s sentence was reduced—a bit annoying.

Seeing his displeasure, Mr. Tao tried to cheer him up:

“We received intelligence: the island you went to was previously used for bacterial weapons research. Its underground warehouses still contained special munitions that hadn’t reached the battlefield.

“But due to Medusa, the island faced a superstorm above Level 16. The munitions were washed open by seawater.”

Jiang Jitang paused: “What a coincidence. So those surviving players…”

“Unknown. Even survivors might have been infected,” Mr. Tao added. Coincidence indeed—Jiang Jitang left, and the redirected typhoon struck J-Nation players immediately.

Coincidentally, it was the Eastern 10th District player assembly day—eighty percent of J-Nation’s high-level players were there.

If the typhoon wasn’t natural, he’d suspect someone’s planning—but it wasn’t controllable—just bad luck from accumulated karma.

“Will this affect our waters?”

Mr. Tao smiled: “The munitions stayed at that base. Their amount entering the sea isn’t significant. Don’t underestimate the ocean’s self-cleaning ability.”

Jiang Jitang relaxed slightly.

“Your kidnapping involved the Federation. It shouldn’t be public. We bear this quietly,” Mr. Tao sighed. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Not at all. Let’s leave it at that—we didn’t lose much anyway.”

Hearing this, Mr. Tao felt slightly guilty: “Thank you, Comrade Jiang. Our oversight allowed a critical person to be kidnapped on home soil.”

“Not negligence—it was unforeseeable.”

The enemy was just too nasty. Jiang Jitang didn’t hold grudges—his revenge was delivered, and that was it.

As for the bodyguard team—they performed well. Minister Jiang acted promptly during his disappearance.

Unfortunately, the J-Nation official had been obstinate.

Ultimately, this was a chess game between two superpowers. He and the J-Nation player organizations were pawns.

“Also, after being captured, I set up following-type hidden cameras with items. These record all my actions at the J-Nation base, including secret footage.”

This footage began after sending the Golden Eye message, even showing Parsons’ final rescue and their joint escape.

Jiang Jitang sent Mr. Tao a compressed file. Mr. Tao moved his lips, wanting to speak, but didn’t.

Any mature system is complex—no simple black and white. Returning from the enemy side could be a hero—or a brainwashed traitor. Jiang Jitang knew he wasn’t, but clarified his stance early to avoid misunderstanding.

He hated trouble, preferring to solve it at the source.

“We trust you, based on emotional trust and logical reasoning,” Mr. Tao said.

Such talent as Jiang Jitang would only be mismanaged if the mind failed—J-Nation wasn’t that foolish. Emotionally and in terms of interest, C-Nation had more to offer.

Mr. Tao patted his shoulder: “You’re back. Enjoy a couple of days off.”

“Also thanks to this friend—Parsons, right? Thank you for bringing back our healer.” Mr. Tao extended his hand in friendship.

Parsons shook it, mentally countering: “He’s your healer, yes—but he’s my close friend. Our bond spans the universe, across another star system.”

“Parsi, two chefs came to the training camp—we’re going to get a free meal.” Jiang Jitang placed a hand on Parsons, close and intimate, showing trust and importance.

It was the first time he explicitly displayed this attitude.

Mr. Tao noticed, smiling tolerantly. Others withdrew their gaze, showing friendliness.

Words can deceive, but actions cannot. Jiang Jitang cared deeply about this “special friend.”

When someone cares, every subtle gesture, action, and expression shows it: they are important.

‘Perhaps we should treat this international friend as family of officials?’ Minister Jiang thought.

For the rest of the time, Jiang Jitang stayed beside Parsons, his invisible support influencing others’ attitudes. Foreigners entering C-Nation’s official circles wasn’t easy—but he would smooth the way.

After finishing the discussion, Minister Jiang came over: “Here’s your interference device. A mechanical expert in the team upgraded it—it’s more powerful. Here’s the manual, check it.”

“Of course! A pleasant surprise. By the way, Minister, I want to discuss something about real-world horror zones…”

Jiang Jitang went to discuss private matters with Minister Jiang, while Mr. Tao observed Parsons, the legendary top player of the Cube World.

“Mr. Parsons, do you have Ross ancestry?”

Parsons didn’t initially understand, then realized—foreigners taking C-Nation nationality must register ethnicity. With silver hair and green eyes, claiming Qin ancestry would be absurd. Ross was perfect.

C-Nation citizens are subtle—they wouldn’t ask, “Can I trust you?” directly. They probe indirectly.

Now that Jiang Jitang’s presence was increasingly important, officials ensured those around him were trustworthy.

“Yes. Regardless of past, future, or present, I do.”