Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH133

Chapter 133

The jungle was silent under the night, hunters raised their guns in the distance, and warriors approached quietly up close.

Humans didn’t have the innate ability to change skin color or body temperature like the ferocious beasts, but experienced warriors knew how to approach their prey silently. Not a single inappropriate sound was made, and even the unnatural scent on their bodies was masked by their protective suits.

Jiang Jitang looked in that direction, licking his dry lips. His heartbeat roared like a racing engine—excited and tense.

“Roar—”

When the hunter and prey were only five meters apart, the ferocious beast hidden behind a tree finally sensed the approach of the intruders—but it was too late.

The human warrior charged, lifting his greatsword. He anticipated all the beast’s movements and struck at its abdomen the instant it raised a paw.

The clash of cold steel and blood was perfectly matched; the metallic scent of blood tinted the beast’s reddish-orange eyes. Enraged, it toppled a nearby tree, sending the small animals under it scattering. Its tail lashed like a steel whip toward the intruder.

But the warrior seemed to have predicted this. He stepped back—not really retreating, but instead guiding the massive beast into the narrow gap between two large trees, limiting its movement.

Jiang Jitang adjusted his breathing. Spotting a fleeting opening, he pressed the trigger.

The tranquilizer gun was truly a godsend. Though the beast had only bled slightly from Parsons’ magic sword strike and hadn’t lost its combat strength, the tranquilizer quickly entered its system.

Of course, Parsons’ increasingly skilled marksmanship was also worth mentioning.

“Three, two, one… down.”

Parsons watched the massive creature collapse and turned toward the off-road vehicle. Jiang Jitang, half-body out of the vehicle, waved at him.

“Retrieve it. Next.”

…Still needed high-tech.

That night, they swept through the central area but didn’t encounter another ferocious beast. It seemed the beasts’ territory was extensive, perhaps even larger than that of tigers or lions.

But since they were there, Jiang Jitang didn’t leave empty-handed and uprooted several towering trees.

By eleven o’clock, drowsiness hit, and Jiang Jitang decided to end the hunting. Using the Tasker vehicle, he simulated a double-decker RV, leaving traces of the beasts’ scent outside, and rested on the upper deck.

Much more comfortable than a hay bed—at least no bugs. The moment his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep, and the “sleeping” Parsons woke up immediately.

But he did nothing, just watched Jiang Jitang asleep across from him, moonlight filtering through the curtain slits, outlining his face.

After gazing for a long time, satisfied, he closed his eyes.

Both had their phones under their pillows, only showing two pink gemstones, silently shining in the moonlight.

Humans had evolved into civilized beings only a few thousand years ago. Tens of thousands of years before that, they had been fighting beasts, so hunting was a trait hidden in their genes. For the next two days, Jiang Jitang and Parsons indulged that instinct.

They drove the mechanical beasts across the plains. Even humans would flee at their sight, let alone wild animals. Perhaps a new “ferocious beast” legend would spread across these grasslands.

Mechanical ferocious beasts?

After two days of relentless travel, they returned with plenty of spoils. Besides many rare Blue Star trees, they hunted three ferocious beasts.

One came from the information provided by the young Ox clan leader, another was an encounter with a wandering beast, and the last appeared near the rabbit clan—they stumbled upon it by chance.

Initially, these beasts were injected with super-strong tranquilizers to put them into a deep sleep; he wanted to bring them back alive. Even if for food, living was always better than dead.

However, the system noted that Blue Star couldn’t provide soil for pure-blood ferocious beasts, so they would automatically die upon arrival.

“Can non-purebloods survive?”

The system didn’t answer. Jiang Jitang shrugged and didn’t ask further.

The massive beasts were stored in the Tasker backpack. Back on Blue Star, Jiang Jitang intended to try cooking them, predicting they would yield high-star-level dishes.

“The only problem is that future ingredients won’t keep up. Since they can’t be farmed, hunting frequently is impossible.”

Even if Blue Star could support farming, these were apex predators—not like pigs that could be raised in large numbers. Mass cultivation was infeasible.

“Looks like it’s just for personal supply. Good as internal perks—the official players in the Eastern District are my responsibility…”

Jiang Jitang stroked his chin. Did the system deliberately introduce him to a world with premium ingredients? Tempting… but would it consume another bound slot?

Parsons listened to his chatter. Normally hard to approach, Jiang Jitang became loquacious with close companions, able to ramble all afternoon alone.

When he aged, he’d surely be the nagging elder everyone avoided.

Parsons was the same—grumpy, black-faced, self-aware. Maybe they could grow old together?

“What do you mean, ‘grow old together’?”

“Huh?” Parsons leaned against the vehicle, coming back to focus. “I have no relatives in C-Nation; I might rely on you in the future.”

“The phrase ‘have no relatives’ works here, but it sounds too lonely. You have no kin in C-Nation… don’t you want me too?”

“Oh,” Parsons nodded, looking at the distant plains. Though happy here, reality awaited. Jiang Jitang had many roles and responsibilities; he wasn’t just Parsons’ friend. “But you’ll marry, have your own family, your own relatives.”

“Marry? I won’t marry.”

Parsons suddenly became alert. “Why not?”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for marriage,” Jiang Jitang pondered. “To be a good husband and father, shouldn’t one be patient, responsible, emotionally stable? I can’t do that.”

He shrugged, a ‘you’re putting me on the spot’ expression on his face. “The world’s so exciting—I still want to explore. And you? When will you marry and have kids?”

“Never,” Parsons said, “like you.”

“Eh? But I think you’re perfect for marriage—patient, responsible, loving…”

Jiang Jitang was interrupted as Parsons dragged him away. “Thanks for the compliment. But now we need to go. Three days without bathing… it’s unbearable.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

Parsons quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t always so patient, responsible, and loving to everyone. Jiang Jitang always seemed mysterious in his eyes.

—Occasionally worried about breaking the character his friend saw.

Back home, Jiang Jitang dashed to the shower first. Parsons checked the time—only five minutes had passed in the real world, just like entering the instance.

But the content was completely different. The instance was a mixture of despair and curses; the delivery task was the beginning of hope and continuation of happiness.

If possible, Parsons would face beasts every day. But if he could only be one lucky person, he’d still go into the instance. The fragile mage suited the back lines.

Jiang Jitang finished a battle shower and emerged, towel-drying his hair. He bent down and pulled out an unworn set of clothes from deep in the cabinet. “Here.”

Parsons was surprised. “For me?”

“Yeah. Didn’t know when it would be needed, so I prepared it. Same style as mine—two pieces on sale.”

Looking at the fat cat on Jiang Jitang’s chest, Parsons hesitated. Really going to wear such cute clothes?

“Hahaha, don’t worry, you’ll look super cool.”

Jiang Jitang pushed him into the bathroom, closing the door. “I bought the underwear by instinct—same brand as mine, super breathable. See if it fits… what’s wrong? Did you hit something? Is the floor slippery?”

“Nothing.” A muffled sound came from inside.

Minutes later, Parsons came out in new clothes: black straight-leg jeans, a white T-shirt with a calligraphic ‘handsome’ on the chest.

Indeed, very ‘handsome’.

“I have a great eye,” Jiang Jitang nodded. “Perfect fit.”

“No, too small,” Parsons’ face still damp from the shower, eyes wandering elsewhere.

“…Impossible, I bought a larger size! Are you trying to provoke me?” Jiang Jitang realized instantly and grabbed the waistband. “Let me see.”

Parsons almost jumped, hands holding the mischievous hand. “Really too small.”

“Then let me see.”

“No.”

“Just one look.”

“No.”

“Just…”

Before he could finish, Parsons lifted him up. “No.”

Elsewhere in Jin City, a street in the university district had suddenly become very lively. A small unknown shop welcomed a queue of customers.

All the food was sold out, even the takeaway perks window had no one. They queued for the shelf already filled with two rows of dolls.

Though the idea that picking a doll grants a magical pet sounded like a fairy tale, it was a product of the Food-Fulfillment Food House, so it must be real. Previous failures were just “fate not yet arrived.”

Today, so many new “fates”—maybe it would succeed?

Becoming a player meant frequent life-threatening situations—things they couldn’t tell family or friends. Alone, it was overwhelming.

But having fellow players as friends meant frequently witnessing friends leave forever. Players’ hearts weren’t made of steel; how could they endure?

Many chose something to invest their emotions in. Choosing a living being meant pain when they left; choosing an inanimate object felt increasingly desolate.

Magical Beasts were perfect—they didn’t need special abilities, just companionship, even in instances. Though instances remained terrifying.

In the long queue, a white man in his forties spoke fluent C-Nation language, familiar with others, laughing and chatting.

He had been a special forces soldier, a mercenary, left due to ethics, and later found purpose in poverty alleviation. Ten years later, heroism made him a player; he obtained permanent residency and joined the official player organization. This group of six or seven were official players in Jin City, coming daily.

“Jason, what kind of Magical Beast do you want?” a teammate asked.

“Me?” Jason had thought of it long ago. “A hound. I’ve wanted one for years but never found the right one.”

“I want a snake. I had a corn snake, given away by my dad.”

They walked and talked; the line moved quickly, judging at a glance if there was a chance.

Soon, it was Jason’s team’s turn. The first two players passed, disappointed. “No luck today… oh, what’s this?”

One doll on the shelf glowed slightly, transforming before the players’ eager eyes into a calf-high creature.

It resembled a rough hound: slender waist, long legs, built for racing. Its fur shimmered and flowed like silk, even finer than a top racehorse’s mane.

The sapphire-like eyes captivated everyone; the pale gem on its forehead emitted a dreamlike aura, unique to fantasy creatures.

The striking creature approached Jason, head slightly raised, legs together, posture straight—elegant and majestic.

“Tata.”

Jason glowed faintly too, as if the beast asked: “Will you be my master?”

“Yes, yes! Say yes already,” urged teammates.

Jason, worldly-wise, froze, more nervous than for marriage—though he’d never been married.

“Y-yes,” he crouched, looking at the creature.

“Tata.” The beast’s tone rose slightly. A light knot formed between them—signifying the formation of their contract.

“Wow!” Players cheered, more excited than Jason, shaking with joy. “The Magical Beast is real! When will mine come?”

Ding! 

The shelf with the dolls beeped. “Magical Beast cub ‘Swiftwind Hound’ bound to its master. Wind-element beast, loves running and sunny weather. Care for it well. Can evolve into ‘Windrider Hound.’ If inconvenient to appear physically, it can transform into a doll form.”

“Evolve?!”