Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH116

Chapter 116

“Jin City has quietly gotten wealthy behind my back.”

Rarely visiting the East District, Jiang Jitang realized upon coming that two main roads were under expansion. He and Parsons walked along the edges, peering at the tall protective barriers and listening to the construction noises inside.

By the roadside, some people complained about the inconvenience of the roadwork, while others grumbled that local government subsidies were being misused. Such good roads had to be torn up and rebuilt, while the old city blocks were left ignored.

As long as the money was spent on people’s livelihoods and not on lavish consumption, Jiang Jitang’s tolerance was high. He guided Parsons past piles of gravel, around a school, and finally reached a bustling street market.

The street was narrow, impassable for vehicles, only small e-scooters could stop there. Now both sides were lined with parked e-scooters, young workers weaving through the crowd.

“This is Worker’s Happiness Street,” Jiang Jitang said with a smile as he stepped into an unassuming little shop. The sign, still a printed plastic banner, read: Ah Hong Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup.

For a shop to make a single dish its signature, the owner must have complete confidence in their craft.

Signs like this were everywhere on this street.

This area was densely populated—office buildings, major banks, and schools all within a one-kilometer stretch.

The street originally catered to migrant workers, as buildings were under construction everywhere. Later, young white-collar workers wanting to save a few bucks discovered the area and began dining there. Gradually, the migrant workers moved on, and the young professionals took over.

A bowl of duck-blood vermicelli soup—so large that two hands could barely hold it, piled high with condiments—was only fifteen yuan. Adding extras rarely exceeded twenty. Yet in a nearby mall, the same dish, smaller in portion, cost thirty-eight.

Jiang Jitang appreciated the street’s landlord—despite the heavy foot traffic, rent hadn’t increased in three to five years. Shops didn’t hike food prices either, considering the young workers’ health and dignity.

“Table Eight: two bowls of duck-blood vermicelli soup, with fried eggs and scallions, plus one serving of lettuce-wrapped grilled pork.”

“Got it! Table Eight: two bowls of duck-blood vermicelli soup with fried eggs and scallions, one serving lettuce-wrapped pork—fifty yuan total.” The girl at the counter quickly totaled the order, noted it in her book, tore the page, and placed it in the small tray at the window.

Simultaneously, Jiang Jitang scanned the QR code, entered fifty, confirmed payment, and the store’s payment chime rang.

While Jiang Jitang ordered, Parsons, rarely appearing as a foreigner, placed his hands on his knees, feeling slightly out of place. Given his size, the shop was indeed a bit small.

However, people covertly eyed him—mostly because he was a handsome foreigner.

Although some foreigners had arrived in Jin City, very few ventured into this street. Occasionally, visitors treated it as a curiosity-filled “poor street” for filming, rarely sitting down to eat.

Somewhat kitschy or embarrassing, yet locals still eagerly watched to see this foreigner conquered by the street’s food.

They wanted to hear him exclaim at the duck blood and duck intestines, eventually declaring it “delicious!”

Disappointingly, Parsons did not shout. He accepted the food calmly, even somewhat enjoying the duck blood, and liked the lettuce-wrapped pork too.

The grilled pork belly, sizzling with oil, was sliced, coated with sauce, and wrapped in crisp lettuce leaves.

The crisp, refreshing lettuce enveloped the flavorful pork belly; no matter how many bites one took, it never felt greasy. Jiang Jitang’s recommendations never disappointed.

“This is the place. I’ve asked the locals—this hidden food street can only be unlocked by people who’ve lived here for over two years. Folks, today you’re in for a treat…”

Hearing this awkward C-Nation language, diners peeked around and saw a group of foreigners approaching.

What day was this? So many foreigners? Was the street turning into a tourist hotspot? Would these treasured shops survive?

Parsons pinched his chopsticks, eyebrows twitching.

Jiang Jitang tilted his head and saw a chubby kid holding a camera, dancing in front of the lens. Others trailed behind in small groups, forming a line, looking around for food.

Without even turning back, Parsons understood the situation. He quietly moved toward the wall, trying to hide behind the door—but Jiang Jitang waved at them: “Hi, what a coincidence!”

Their happy two-person outing became a not-so-happy large gathering.

Except for Nick and Sam, the whole Mystery Seeker team was present. In public, they couldn’t ask about the Tenth Tier game, but seeing Parsons able to go on a date and eat suggested no major issues.

Indeed, with the country’s top healer here, even a last breath could be saved.

“Ah-ha, boss, we won’t disturb you. We’ll leave first.” After brief small talk, Toby and the others tried to slip away. Though the food looked good, facing the boss while eating could trigger stomach issues.

“Don’t forget tonight’s training.” Left unchecked, overeating would turn into fat.

Toby’s group slumped their eyebrows, leaving dejectedly.

Jiang Jitang, though sympathetic, didn’t interfere with Mystery Seeker’s internal affairs. Given Parsons’ strict self-discipline, he’d train anyway—he tortured himself more than others.

Since extra training was inevitable, why not eat more tonight?

“We’ll go for chilled shrimp later—cold and refreshing, perfect for summer.”

“Mm.” At worst, train an extra half-hour.

“It’s worth mentioning—they found this street on their own. Even foreign teachers living here for two to three years never knew about it.”

“Mm.” Still too idle.

The two walked, chatting, disappearing into the sunset along the street corner.

The next morning, before six, Jiang Jitang set off for Xia City with a bag on his back. The system followed, summarizing tasks as they ran.

[Opened a life passage for tunnel escapees. Completion: excellent. Five-star rating. Earned 25 points and 76 Wish Stars.]

On the original timeline, the train accident would have been a tragic chapter in firefighting history—only six survived at the windward side; the rest perished.

Later, survivors entering the scene saw the train’s melted metal and charred remains on the floor, fused together.

But what was terrifying wasn’t just that.

At the train’s windward side, 90 meters away, students lay on the floor attempting to escape. Smoke, driven by the chimney effect, rose too fast for their legs.

The high-temperature smoke formed a furnace in the tunnel; students collapsed after a few steps, and their magical beasts fell one by one, roasted. Their skin melted, revealing bones.

For miles, the air carried the smell of scorched protein.

Rescuers witnessing this sometimes developed psychological trauma.

The train company offered some compensation, but no one was held accountable. Fire safety awareness in this world was low, and regulations were absent. Subsequently, cries and screams often echoed from the mountain, as if the land replayed the tragedy repeatedly.

Nearly two hundred families were shattered, leaving indelible scars on the land.

Even Jiang Jitang, cold-hearted, felt his heart tremble. Thankfully, with the system’s intervention, everything changed.

“And now?”

“The train and tunnel match the original trajectory, but without the massive human casualties,” the system said. “Only those initially at the tail of the train perished.”

The task required saving sixty percent. Given the short timeframe, injured passengers were unlikely to survive—rescue depended on one person.

But Jiang Jitang was special—a powerful healer. Students previously doomed were treated and guided along a life passage paved with asbestos cloth.

“This is impossible for ordinary humans. The mountain has since inspired legends of humanoid magical beasts—perhaps centuries later, such guardian beasts might appear.

“Additionally, legendary magical beasts drew attention to this fire.

“Countless experts concluded that without external intervention, this would have been a human tragedy.

“Now many nations require enclosed train cars to have emergency alarms, hammers, and fire extinguishers.

“Due to this encounter, many medical students became outstanding doctors, dedicating their lives to medicine.”

Jiang Jitang sat on the bullet train, leaning against the seat, absorbing the task’s aftermath.

After a two-second pause, the system continued:

“Task completion for Ice-Clear Carp: excellent. Earned 15 points and a Flowing Light Carp Crystal Display. Placed in tasker’s inventory.”

Jiang Jitang immediately thought of the narcissistic yet insecure magical beast. He pretended to pull a small gift from his pocket—a tiny resin base holding a palm-sized glass block. Bubbles inside formed the shape of a Flowing Light Carp, with golden runes below, in the magical beast world’s language.

‘Flowing Light Carp Beauty Contest Champion Souvenir.’

Joy lit his face—he could imagine the beast strutting proudly as a champion.

He accidentally pressed the switch. Rainbow lights burst from the base; inside the glass, the carp seemed alive, each bubble shimmering with seven colors.

“Wow!”

He looked up and saw a child in the seat ahead staring with big sparkling eyes.

“…Oops.” He quickly concealed the gift. The child still stared, glancing at his flat pants pocket, eyes full of wonder, as if asking, “Are you a magician?”

“Sorry.” The parent noticed and pulled the child back. “Be good, we’re picking beans.”

The parent handed a bag of soybeans to pass the time.

Jiang Jitang watched quietly. The two- or three-year-old child poked the pods with tiny fingers, braids swinging, picking and dropping beans with a sense of accomplishment, showing small white teeth.

Jiang Jitang handed over a bag of cookies: “Want to share food?”

“Yes!” The child’s mother didn’t stop her; the little glutton raised her hand high and added, “Thank you, big brother.”

They shared food—Jiang Jitang gave a pack of cookies and a bag of honey-glazed drumsticks, receiving a box of milk and a piece of chocolate in return. They even exchanged opinions on food.

“Delicious, yummy.”

“Yes,” Jiang Jitang nodded.

“This is not tasty, not yummy.”

“My mom cooks tasty food,” Jiang Jitang countered, “maybe your parents don’t know how.”

The child’s parents: …