Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH113

Chapter 113

The people had returned, the situation had reached a temporary conclusion, and Mr. Tao had left Jin City. Jiang Jitang’s security team went through another round of checks, including psychological evaluations, but a few members were still replaced.

The defense at the kindergarten was strengthened once again, and privately, nearly all of Jin City was swept over.

Because in less than a day the main party had returned unharmed, the news of Jiang Jitang’s kidnapping never spread.

In this matter, the C-Nation and the Federation maintained a “tacit agreement”: one side didn’t want additional complications and planned to recover the situation elsewhere, while the other’s task had failed, and internal elections had created chaos, leaving only propaganda as a tool.

Only the J-Nation side was left in a painful situation.

“I told you before, the C-Nation isn’t the same as it used to be. Why insist on provoking them? Now the C-Nation demands an explanation from us, and you want me to pay compensation. I have no money—literally not a cent. In short, whatever trouble you’ve caused, you handle it yourself.”

The J-Nation player organization, having suffered a major setback, was naturally scolded by their superiors. But even after being verbally berated, they still had to apply for funds to provide compensation for the affected players.

After the super typhoon, the player community in the Eastern 10th District was decimated. Many high-level players perished, including numerous heirs of corporate families. The J-Nation player community was shaken to its core, and players from other regions wanted to flee.

But players couldn’t leave. In just over a month, seven real-world horror zones had appeared in J-Nation. Even with obstacles in place, ordinary people exploring these zones were still being devoured.

The higher-ups demanded they solve the problem themselves, and online, the situation was heating up.

Such horror zones would only multiply. Without players, they couldn’t be resolved.

Inviting outside players would be an enormous expense. Even if stationed troops spoke tough, and even if their fathers were powerful, they understood that the combat power they cultivated themselves was the most reliable.

But all of this required money. Without money or incentives, only slogans remained, and even the most loyal dog would eventually rebel. The compensation fund was essentially for show—to be seen by other players.

Unfortunately, the joys and sorrows of people didn’t align; neither did those of different departments.

The J-Nation government still had to comfort the affected populace while allocating funds to repair public infrastructure. Jiang Jitang had no interest in these games or this magical reality.

The typhoon, accompanied by heavy rains, caused partial crop failures. After a rice shortage, there might also be a vegetable shortage. They themselves were in dire straits.

The head of the player organization received no response and had to leave with a forced smile while cursing inwardly.

Once the typhoon passed, C-Nation’s sky cleared, and by nightfall, the stars stretched across the heavens. The people of Jin City, used to a gray sky clouded by light pollution, rarely saw so many stars. Many went out to admire the moonlight and posted photos on social media.

Jiang Jitang also stood on the balcony, gazing at the stars.

The C-Nation’s sky felt comfortable.

After grabbing dinner, he and Parsons parted ways—one to deliver packages, the other to enter a Cube World instance.

For ordinary people, the past few days would have been thrilling, but for them, it was routine. There was no need for post-event reassurance; they simply carried on.

Jiang Jitang also declined the kindergarten staff’s celebratory dinner. He had to lead a dungeon run tomorrow, which would take about half an hour, and then travel to Xia City the following day.

The East District cleanup team would form for the first time the day after tomorrow, tasked with clearing real-world horror zones, starting at Xia City. Jiang Jitang wanted to test whether his growth could thrive there.

His growth rate was already almost unable to keep up with the consumption of silkworm-like creatures. Using a horror zone was now unavoidable.

Additionally, the food in the tasker’s backpack was nearly depleted. Tomorrow he would have suppliers deliver another batch of quality ingredients.

No new recipes had been released in the past few days, but sales had been substantial, though still short of a million units. However, the two additional stalls had brought in many newcomers. Reaching the upgrade conditions for a thousand consumers would likely happen quickly.

According to his plan, within two weeks at most, all upgrade conditions could be met, and he could level up again.

By then, he would be nearly entering the world of the subsequent task.

“Thinking too much is useless,” Jiang Jitang said as he returned to the living room. He had the interference device and would complete the task tomorrow, avoiding unnecessary delays.

The next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Jitang set out fully armed with the tools he had purchased.

The system was efficient, directly transporting him to the lakeside. Before even feeling the temperature of the task world, he sensed a perception brush past him and, without hesitation, pinched his nose and jumped into the lake.

The icy water gave him goosebumps, but his protective suit stabilized the temperature.

Fierce piranhas swarmed at the lake bottom, but the suit prevented them from sensing any scent. They circled Jiang Jitang, unable to determine whether he was prey or a larger predator. Just as a few opened their mouths to try, Jiang Jitang used a stun gun.

Both he and the fish were shocked, but he was unharmed. The fish were stunned and quickly suffocated.

Other piranhas, startled, fled. Jiang Jitang swam toward the dungeon.

What exactly is that magical beast on the island?

Even the system couldn’t answer. It couldn’t explain why an magical beast, originally born from affection, would assist evil-doers here. Could great love really be inferior to petty love?

Perhaps, for nature, humans who kill each other—who wins or loses—makes no difference? Jiang Jitang considered.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. Nature has no “humanity,” no compassion limited by human society. Humans and flies are the same. Good people and evil people alike.

“We’ve arrived.”

The dark lake bottom emitted a cold light—the dungeon’s location. Jiang Jitang approached slowly, grasping the edge of the underwater cage and peering inside.

Huh? So many people are imprisoned here?

The task details didn’t involve others, so it hadn’t shown the other detainees.

Previously, Jiang Jitang thought: no wonder it’s important people—this large underground cell only housed the professor, VIP treatment.

He had been mistaken. This was a multi-person VIP prison.

Through the water and thick glass, Jiang Jitang observed: a corridor with eight cells on each side, sixteen in total, but only seven prisoners. The professor was in the third cell on the left.

The cells were small, around four square meters, with movable toilets and small beds for naps. Except for the glass walls facing the corridor, all walls were opaque alloy, possibly soundproof. Jiang Jitang couldn’t hear much inside even with acute hearing.

No washing facilities existed; everyone was disheveled. They may have endured torture and psychological torment, with several behaving erratically.

The professor’s state was the best; he hadn’t been there long. However, he had the most control devices—on his neck, wrists, and ankles—treated entirely as a dangerous entity.

Having just been kidnapped, Jiang Jitang instinctively felt disgust and misdirected anger. He disliked this evil organization.

The other detainees were unknown variables. With so many, he had to consider how to handle them. Jiang Jitang suppressed his disgust and observed calmly.

A man with a gun patrolled the corridor. Jiang Jitang located monitors and other mechanisms on the ceiling; red light swept from the floor intermittently.

He waited in the water for the optimal moment.

Just as the red light swept the corridor, the patroller glanced at the electronic eye, checking the shift schedule.

Apart from the few deranged prisoners, the place was eerily quiet. But the patroller was used to it. Double-layer soundproof glass prevented communication among prisoners and served as punishment.

Suddenly, he heard movement behind him. Before he could react, a sharp tranquilizer needle pierced his neck, injecting the sedative.

The drug took effect instantly, and the patroller collapsed heavily.

At the same time, Jiang Jitang activated the interference device. All electronic devices in the room stopped working, lights went out, and monitors went black.

“Enemy attack!” Outside, the guards immediately realized and rushed to the alloy door.

“Damn, it won’t open!” The alloy door, modeled after a bank vault, couldn’t be breached by bullets. It operated electronically, and only the boss had the key.

“Any other passages?”

“Only under the lake—but that’s full of piranhas.”

Prisoners couldn’t hear outside; Jiang Jitang caught bits but ignored them. He quickly unlocked the double glass door, cut off the professor’s neck collar, and removed the wrist and ankle restraints.

Candles on the floor cast clear light in the darkness.

The professor watched silently, letting him work. Were it not for his clear eyes, Jiang Jitang would have thought he was scared silly.

“I’m here on a task to save you.”

“Thank you,” said the professor, his voice hoarse from previous injury.

What a strange man—someone suddenly came to rescue him, and he wasn’t startled at all, cooperating completely, without any suspicion.

Does my face scream “good guy”? Jiang Jitang thought.

They left the cage, and the other prisoners pounded the glass, realizing the newcomer could rescue them.

Jiang Jitang looked at the professor, who nodded: “They, like me, are magical beast researchers from different countries, with influence in their respective nations.”

Understood.

Also unlucky souls, having their magical beasts taken and then imprisoned, coerced to join.

The professor explained that these people’s abilities demonstrated their value and the worth of saving them. Jiang Jitang didn’t care. He grabbed wire cutters—saving one or saving a group was still saving, and it could also distract attention.

“From now on, follow my orders.” After rescuing everyone, Jiang Jitang swallowed half a jar of ultra-sweet mulberry jam.

“We’re going to the place where the magical beasts are imprisoned. Don’t get excited yet; I don’t know the situation there or the condition of your beasts. Do your best if you can; if you can’t, stay calm.”

With that, the rescued experts and scholars felt a breeze on their faces. Their traumatized bodies healed rapidly.

What magical beast’s power was this?

Among healing-type magical beasts, perhaps only the legendary super-star magical beasts possessed such powerful skills.

It was too dark to see clearly, so they instinctively attributed this unnatural ability to the beasts.

“All right, let’s move.” Jiang Jitang took the interference device and prepared to open the spatial portal.

“Wait,” the professor suddenly called out.

“I know a bit about this place. The magical beast containment site is their secret lab on the sixth underground level. There are no cameras, but there are critical instruments, files, and researchers. If anything happens, everyone will come—unless another emergency occurs.”

Jiang Jitang nodded, signaling him to continue.

“The island hosts many wild magical beasts implanted with controllers. I have a way to override the controllers, allowing the beasts to leave while buying us some time.”

For any free creature, being controlled was intolerable. They would retaliate. This was their chance.