Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH119

Chapter 119

After the magical beast doll display appeared, Jiang Jitang deliberately spent points to leave an LCD board here, which read:

Magical Beast: A pet baby possessing adult-level intelligence. It can establish a psychological bridge with its owner for communication and can be used as an accessory in dungeons. In theory, as long as the owner is alive and there is mutual affection between owner and pet, it will not die.

If a player is fated with an magical beast on the display, it will awaken from dormancy and become a real magical beast.

The magical beast is extremely dependent on its owner. If the owner does not love it, the beast will die; if the owner dies, the beast will die. Please take good care of it and protect yourself.

Each person has only one chance in their lifetime to have their own magical beast.

PS: Important, remember this.

Magical Beasts can be seen and touched by ordinary people. If you are lucky enough to be favored by one, do not show off everywhere; it is easy to get trapped.

“What’s an magical beast? What does being ‘fated’ mean?”

Players had already thought this store mysterious before; now they felt it was very deep.

Magical Beasts—just the name sounded fashionable and extraordinary. Quick-thinking players immediately linked it to in-game companion pets, although the store manager had clearly written “no special abilities”.

“Wow, a pet that follows you through life and death. But I’m a player. If I raise it and die, wouldn’t that harm the magical beast?”

“Then would you willingly give it to another player who’s as uncertain as you? What if you survive and that person dies? Also, think about it—if a small life is willing to die with you, death doesn’t seem so terrifying… No, no, I should just try to live longer.” The person immediately contradicted themselves.

Who would willingly die with a magical beast?

The magical beasts hadn’t even appeared yet, but players were already imagining how joyful it would be to have one accompany them through life and death.

Some players, not strongly motivated by survival, even started wishing to live longer—not just for the beast, but for this Dream-Fulfillment Food House itself.

What other fun changes could appear here?

Not only social players, even official players were curious. They asked Jiang Xingzhou, who just shook her head: “You’ll know in time.”

Thinking of the recent message, she smiled after a while.

Previously, she had considered Jiang Jitang’s free-spirited personality and placed him in a protected position. She hadn’t realized that positioning him high up would prevent most problems.

If C-Nation’s top healer becomes East District chief, players would accept it, right? Especially since he provides special-effect food and has a hidden identity as External Aid.

Knowing that Jiang Jitang was someone she had discovered herself, Jiang Xingzhou felt conflicted—both joy for the nation’s future and concern for this young man. The higher he rises, the more complex the environment. Could he handle it?

Regardless, she hoped his trip to Xia City would go smoothly.

After three and a half hours, crossing mountains and seas, he finally arrived at Sunrise Island—Xia City, also called Xia Island. The most beautiful sunrise over the sea could be seen here, hence the name.

But his final destination wasn’t the tourist-developed Xia Island, but its small affiliated island: Sansheng Island.

Sansheng Island had little fame. Its area was small, home only to a single surname’s village. There was no remarkable scenery or features; its development lagged far behind the main island.

It was said that only elderly residents and children remained; young people went to the mainland to work, returning only during the New Year.

Since it was still early, Jiang Jitang didn’t rush to Sansheng Island. He first found a well-known small restaurant for seafood. Before coming, he had checked guides: the restaurant’s small seafood dishes were famous, as were the seafood dim sum.

“One basket of steamed fish dumplings, one basket of crab roe sticky rice, one basket of garlic vermicelli scallops, one bowl of crab roe udon…”

Local cuisine emphasized light oil and salt, highlighting the seafood’s natural flavor. Although seafood could be eaten in Jin City, most came from deep-sea ships, flash-frozen, retaining only eighty percent of freshness.

Soon, his food arrived. The baskets were small; each pearl soup dumpling contained only six pieces, yet prices were high. He ordered seven baskets, costing about one hundred fifty.

Xia Island was limited in cultivable ingredients; most supplies had to come from the mainland, keeping local prices high. He had already known this.

“Hmm.” Jiang Jitang tasted the scallop vermicelli, remarkably mild.

Previously, he had eaten seafood doused in hot oil and seasonings. Here, it was just scallops, vermicelli, and freshly ground garlic paste—no oil at all, pure white.

Yet this simple combination was incredibly flavorful.

Freshly scooped scallops, translucent vermicelli, and the freshly made garlic paste complemented each other, delivering exquisite taste.

Three small scallops per basket—before he knew it, they were gone.

Next came fish dumplings, crab roe sticky rice… each small portion delivered a delightful surprise, distinct from ordinary seafood meals.

This culinary awakening reminded him of the natural freshness of ingredients, without any overpowering fishiness.

Locals had special methods to remove fish odor. He could faintly taste ginger and scallion aromas but could see no trace; all dishes looked fresh and clean.

“One more order!”

Eating seafood by the sea breeze, life felt perfect.

Satisfied, Jiang Jitang ordered many more portions to-go. His tasker backpack could preserve freshness—these would be shared later.

Unfortunately, Xia Island was far from Jin City; otherwise, local seafood could achieve high culinary ratings.

As he waited for packing, a backpacker entered. Seeing an empty seat at Jiang Jitang’s table, he sat opposite him. Jiang Jitang smelled a hint of disinfectant.

The man wore a black baseball cap, a mask, and kept his head down. He scrolled on his phone with one hand, chatting rapidly with his thumb.

Jiang Jitang glanced because he could tell this person was a player.

Only players immediately search for safety exits in new locations. Only players sit ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

If described, it’s an ever-present tension, like being in a warzone, bombs overhead, yet eyes are indifferent, no hope for tomorrow.

Jin City’s players had been like this; after the Food-Fulfillment Food House appeared, they regained some hope.

“Your fish dumplings and scallop vermicelli…” The waitress placed the packed boxes before them, covering most of the table. Even the man across from Jiang Jitang glanced in surprise.

“Thanks.”

Jiang Jitang picked up the bags and left. Fifteen minutes later, a small boat to Sansheng Island would depart; otherwise, he’d wait until tomorrow.

Soon after he boarded, the backpacker appeared, holding a packed meal bag, looking at Jiang Jitang with curiosity.

Jiang Jitang smiled and greeted him while taking out his phone to take photos.

Judging he wasn’t a player, the man merely glanced and looked away.

Jiang Jitang openly observed him.

At this time, coming to such a remote, scenery-less, hotel-less island, one is either a local or like him.

Although Jiang Jitang’s superior gave him a list, he didn’t know the appearance of the other four besides Old Zhang.

The small fishing boat cut through waves; after twenty minutes they arrived at Sansheng Island’s small dock. Only a few fishing boats were moored; others were still at sea.

A new typhoon was forming, potentially affecting Sansheng Island. The locals had fished hard these days, planning to stay home for the next few days to repair nets.

Typhoon waves stirred deep-sea fish and shrimp. The bigger the storm, the more abundant the catch; fishermen couldn’t let go of this income.

A few locals worked at the dock, accustomed to curious outsiders. They would return if there was nothing interesting.

Sansheng Island had no natural beaches, no special scenery, and no remarkable events. Even for foraging, it wasn’t as famous as Xia Island—a very ordinary fishing village.

However, the two young men arriving behaved unusually: they didn’t wander aimlessly, but headed east with clear purpose, soon leaving sight.

“Stop looking. It’s gloomy; tonight might rain. Better finish early and return home.”

“Eh.”

The locals focused on their work, ignoring the outsiders. Jiang Jitang and the other were on a path; a subtle atmosphere formed.

“You are?” The man in the baseball cap couldn’t match him with the others on the list. Seeing someone young, clearly not the officially appointed acting supervisor, he asked cautiously.

“Jiang Jitang, acting supervisor, externally called ‘East District Manager.’” No “acting”—he was official.

It was the one he least expected.

The man in black, not skilled with superiors, muttered “hello” and stopped. Jiang Jitang compared him to the list and identified possible matches.

“Song Hechuan, forensic doctor from Jiang City. Pleased to meet you.”

“Hello.” Song Hechuan, the man in black, said nothing more.

Two years ago, Song Hechuan, a Jiang City forensic doctor, had died in a car accident, selected as a Cube World player, now level 8, skilled in plasma-type dungeons.

…Judging by his social anxiety, hard to imagine he’s a top-tier player.

“I came in a hurry; I don’t know the situation here. Can you explain?”

Song Hechuan had already confirmed via message with superiors that this was Jiang Jitang, also the healer from Jin City.

Now that he was the acting supervisor, they were temporarily in a superior-subordinate relationship. Song Hechuan spoke seriously:

“East District Manager Jiang, the horror zone at Sansheng Island originated from the level-5 dungeon ‘Island Guardian’…”

The current residents had moved in over two hundred years ago. Original islanders were reportedly taken away by a super-typhoon, or according to legend, cursed and annihilated.

The Island Guardian dungeon arose from these stories. No one had entered and returned alive, so all knowledge was speculation.

As a remote island with clan-based governance, frequent natural disasters, and superstition as catalyst, Sansheng Island developed many feudal customs.

They did not send young girls or infants into the sea, but maintained the “Island Guardian” system. If a Guardian bore the island’s evil, the island would remain safe, and the village endure for future generations.

Guardians were usually female, selected at age five or six, taken to a high building with a lighthouse. There, she must maintain the eternal light, never letting it go out.

The light was for sea deity worship, but also guided fishermen during fog.

Guardians could not contact outsiders, especially men, to prevent improper thoughts. They endured loneliness, living alone in the tower until the next Guardian came.

“Why must it be female? Guarding a light—anyone could do it,” Jiang Jitang asked.

“Originally, children from poor families, later girls. It’s about vulnerability. In feudal times, poor girls were the most powerless.”

“Oh, then what happened?”

“The rules for Guardians changed repeatedly, and their status shifted. Villagers no longer saw them as sacrificial bearers of evil. Instead, they believed they were raising a servant who did no work, so the Guardian became the property of the men, a slave. Once power is abused, it spreads like wildfires in autumn.”

Song Hechuan looked toward a dark rock, endlessly pounded by waves, yet unyielding. No buildings remained; only the smooth surface, polished by the sea.

“Guardians became the property of all island men. They could demand purification rituals anytime, transferring their evil onto the Guardian.

“One day, a Guardian went mad.”