Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH118

Chapter 118

“…” Just throw the problem to your boss’s boss’s boss like that?

The system’s perception of the tasker’s shamelessness got a refresh. But thinking about it carefully, this really wasn’t something one person could handle. It might actually require the intervention of a nation—and a top-tier superpower—to shoulder this responsibility.

Thoughtfully, the system strengthened the barrier, allowing Jiang Jitang to communicate with Mr. Tao in the distance.

Mr. Tao learned about the magical beasts and was silent for nearly half a minute. “Have you considered my previous suggestion?”

Jiang Jitang was puzzled how the topic had suddenly shifted from magical beasts to the East District supervisor issue.

Before Jiang Jitang could respond, Mr. Tao continued without discouragement: “Incidents like the magical beasts—there will be more in the future, right?”

Jiang Jitang remained silent. Of course.

“The best way to protect yourself is to rise to a position ordinary people dare not offend.

“I know you trust me, and the government, but I will retire, and the player organizations won’t dissolve just because the Cube World is gone. I can’t guarantee what attitude my successor will have, unless… you are that successor.”

This was heartfelt advice. Mr. Tao genuinely thought Jiang Jitang, a person with both an innocent heart and extraordinary capability who kept many secrets, would be better off taking the initiative to carry the responsibility rather than waiting for others to protect him.

Seven years from now, who knows what the Cube World will be like. Players will still exist, and player organizations will continue. Without a common enemy, players will act independently, and Jiang Jitang’s unique abilities could bring him endless trouble.

Unless he himself becomes a force no one dares to touch.

Of course, Mr. Tao had seen Jiang Jitang’s potential and wanted to tie him to C-Nation’s “wagon.”

“Leader Tao, I have a twisted personality and radical behavior. I don’t like taking orders,” Jiang Jitang said. Having been a lawless bandit for so long, being East District supervisor would come with endless restrictions.

“The Human Civilization Diversity Research Center is, on the surface, just a company. Do you think the East District manager of a company needs to be rational and calm?” Mr. Tao asked. “Besides, I haven’t retired yet.”

Jiang Jitang hadn’t responded when Mr. Tao continued: “We actually appointed a regional supervisor in the West District before.

“She was ex-special forces, code-named ‘Prosperity,’ and her team consisted of carefully selected military personnel. Highly obedient, but their assessment of human nature was inaccurate.”

Jiang Jitang raised an eyebrow—“inaccurate assessment of human nature”?

“She and her team believed that in chaotic times, strict measures were needed to concentrate power for major tasks. Grassroots organizations here and there are unorganized and prone to internal conflict. Rogue players outside official command are beyond control.”

“Oh…” Jiang Jitang understood—she had brought military methods outside. “So what did she do?”

Mr. Tao sighed gently: “She used the Sky Net system to monitor every move of civilian expert players. When they secretly united and planned to form small factions independent of official departments, she barged in with guns, pointed at their heads, and let them choose—follow the state or pursue liberalism.”

Amazing.

Jiang Jitang wanted to applaud—brilliant, perfect for chaotic times.

“She wasn’t wrong. Doing a ‘new government’ under the C-Nation official eye, using guns lightly—gentle enough. If it were me, not spilling blood would be surprising.

“Forming a new player government? They even gave them face? Especially the initiators, wearing helmets to fish, sleeping with one eye open.”

“Yes, it was too impatient; it was a trap set for her,” Mr. Tao said, shaking his head.

Her military strategy might work on ordinary people—most of whom are conservative, easily swayed, and blindly obedient.

But not on players.

Players surviving to now are not easily fooled. And the player community is mentally tense, prone to stress. To truly convince them, strategy must be careful and gradual. No rush.

Jiang Jitang asked curiously: “What’s the West District like now?”

“The incident was trimmed, re-edited, and uploaded online, causing a huge stir. Foreign forces intervened, stirring and exacerbating conflicts. West District players revolted, resisting official departments, with some even leaving the country. The impact was severe.”

Indeed, a serious impact.

Jiang Jitang didn’t foolishly ask, “Why doesn’t Jin City feel the effect?” Jin City’s welfare was unique—it would be strange if it were affected.

“We recalled her, educated her, and pacified the social players. But resistance is still strong and spreading. That’s why I recommended you go to the East District.”

“Hm?” Jiang Jitang was puzzled—how did this relate to him?

Mr. Tao and others had reviewed what went wrong.

‘Prosperity’ was a level-9 player, politically steadfast, elite warrior with multiple difficult tasks, highly capable, smart—no issues there.

So what went wrong?

They realized she was a military child, raised in the barracks among soldiers who obeyed as their utmost duty. She had no idea how ordinary people lived, or the complexity of human nature and interests.

She didn’t know but used herself as the standard: pass, stay; fail, reform.

That works in the military but not with players—players who survive dungeons repeatedly, many of whom are extraordinary. The rest, even slightly less skilled, are still exceptional.

When she monitored them via Sky Eye and pointed guns at these players’ heads, the outcome was already determined.

“The East District has the most players; seven of the top ten domestic player organizations are there. Stabilizing East District prevents chaos. Your influence and special food make you the best candidate to pacify players.”

“Just those reasons?” Jiang Jitang asked.

“Of course, there’s more.

“Dungeons exist independently of Blue Star civilization. Player society is like an extralegal society—its own rules, a state within a state. But C-Nation players participate; we can’t let them die unknowingly. We want to act.

“We tried, as you saw. Better to take it slow.”

The West District failure made the higher-ups cautious. Jiang Jitang asked: “What’s the goal?”

“The goal?”

“The West District proxy’s goal—the first step of the plan.”

Mr. Tao understood: “Rule of law. That’s our aim.

“In dungeons, C-Nation players follow ‘emergency self-defense’ law.

“Actively crack down on strategies sacrificing teammates to clear tasks or using newbies as cannon fodder. Educate players on self-protection and fraud prevention. Teach them to survive complex dungeons.”

“Can dungeon actions be investigated?”

“Yes. Intentional murder: minimum ten years. Severe crimes with broad impact: possible life imprisonment or death.” They were prepared for rule of law, but the first step failed.

“And against foreign offenders?”

“Only five real-world horror zones exist. That’s why we have four cleanup squads and strict oversight.”

“Oh…” Jiang Jitang understood. “Did the higher-ups ensure players won’t resist law enforcement?”

“Some may resist, but it’s necessary.

“At least half of the players don’t die in dungeons but at other players’ hands. These ‘cannon fodder’ are usually young, well-meaning, or students—most of C-Nation players,” Mr. Tao explained.

“Our enemies: powerful elites with low morality, and criminal forces skirting the law. They have tools, strategies, manpower, and ruthlessness. Ordinary people face only stepping-stone roles. With the state involved, they must weigh risks and won’t use our players as fodder immediately.”

Rule of law protects ordinary C-Nation players without backing.

Jiang Jitang rubbed his nose. He’d read and seen plenty of novels and infinite-loop scenarios, but never encountered someone trying to enforce law in a dungeon.

Thinking further, C-Nation society is peaceful; the youth are naive. Without strong backing, ordinary players could become stepping stones.

Seeing Jiang Jitang waver, Mr. Tao pressed on:

“As East District supervisor, within laws, do as you wish. Dare to intervene, push back. We’re independent, only accountable to above. Others cannot interfere.”

Jiang Jitang no longer hesitated: “I want to be East District supervisor—even chief supervisor.”

Mr. Tao finally smiled: “Go to Xia City, meet the East District troublemakers. This is your trial as acting supervisor. Handle the cleanup team, and you’re official supervisor. If you can’t handle them, civilian organizations will be even harder.

“Your assistant, Sister Xia, is capable—she can continue helping. Other competent official players can join to form your team.”

A smile appeared on Jiang Jitang’s face, but he asked: “And the magical beasts?”

“Follow your pace. Domestically we’ll arrange things; no need to explain to other nations.”

Good. Gentle Mr. Tao had this temperament.

“You’re right.” Jiang Jitang had been a good man for so long, he almost forgot—he didn’t need to explain to anyone. Any doubt daring to surface? Push back directly.

Call ended. Store settlement finished. Free from worries, Jiang Jitang leaned back, eyes closed, resting. The system deferred the tasks to tomorrow.

Taskers are workaholics too; he deserved a day’s rest.

Train wasn’t good for tasks, and sufficient rest meant more energy for work.

Unbeknownst to him, the cleanup team members rushing to Xia City had all received a message:

Temporary notice: The newly appointed East District acting supervisor will join this task and provide necessary assistance. Upon gathering at the designated location, you will know who this person is. Hope you cooperate well to eradicate horror zones.

“I’m not Qing Guangyan: Sending a ‘leader’ just for show?”

“Gemstone Wholesale: Really? Wasn’t the West District lesson enough? Trying to incite the East too?”

“Honest Old Zhang: Acting supervisor, wait and see.”

“What about bonuses? Split with this leader?”

“Who’s taking my money?”

The small cleanup group was abuzz, speculating about the acting supervisor’s background and motives. Meanwhile, players at Jin City’s Dream-Fulfillment Food House pointed and commented on the suddenly appearing Magical Beast Peach Blossom Land shelf.

“What is this? magical beasts? Damn, the game projected into reality?”