Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH159

Chapter 159

President Jiang really ate well. He walked through the entire famous snack street of the East Sea. The more he walked, the more energized he became—two legs carrying him from one end to the other for over an hour without a hint of fatigue.

Little Blue Mushroom, who had been ignored for a while, perked up too. Standing on Parsons’ shoulder, it stretched out its tiny arms, pointing here and there, wanting to eat everything—exactly the same hobby as its other father.

Of course, that father had even more hobbies. Not only did he love eating himself, he loved feeding his best friend too.

“Do you want a bite? If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat more.” Jiang Jitang held up a piece of “stinky-to-high-heaven” stinky tofu in front of Parsons’ face. The fried tofu was still coated with a thick dipping sauce made from mushrooms, carrots, and other ingredients.

The smell was extremely intense. To someone who didn’t understand the charm of stinky tofu, it was overwhelming. Even the usually expressionless Parsons instinctively leaned his head back, trying to avoid it.

“Parsy, just one bite.” The more Parsons reacted like this, the more Jiang wanted to tease him. Originally, he thought it didn’t matter if Parsons didn’t try it—there were so many delicious foods in C-Nation, no need to challenge one’s tolerance. But now…

“Parsy, want to try? It tastes different from how it smells.” His voice softened, coaxing.

Cold sweat formed on Parsons’ forehead. He opened his mouth and took a bite.

…Huh? The smell he disliked disappeared once the tofu entered his mouth. The sauce-coated tofu had a unique, complex aroma that only fermented soy products had. And the rich dipping sauce enhanced the texture without overpowering it.

“Not bad, right?” Seeing his expression, Jiang Jitang knew Parsons liked it. “You should try everything—almost let something delicious escape.”

He had bought a large portion—eighteen pieces. One for him, one for Parsons, and the two quickly finished the bowl. Parsons immediately took out the portable mouth spray he always carried. He sprayed himself twice and sprayed Jiang twice as well.

Jiang Jitang smacked his lips, eyes lighting up. “No sharp mint. It tastes like peach.”

“It’s the kids’ version—no mint. Buy one get one free. I’ll give you the other later.” Parsons’ expression softened. He already knew Jiang Jitang would like this flavor, so he immediately tossed aside his usual sea-salt grape version.

“Gugu.” Little Blue Mushroom, Paraiba, didn’t know what they were discussing. But seeing the two completely forget about it, it squeezed itself between them, opened its mouth wide, wanting a spray too.

The two looked at the tiny mushroom—smaller than the spray bottle—and couldn’t help laughing.

“Gugu?”

Jiang Jitang had spent the whole day outside before returning home. By then, the moon was already hanging high in the sky.

Mother Jiang was long asleep, but she had left him supper in the kitchen, still warm on the stove. He ate the custard cake and milk she made and felt extraordinarily content.

Then he washed the dishes, placed the pearl bracelet set he had crafted into a clean pot, covered it, ready to surprise his mom the next morning.

After that, he quietly washed up and went to his bedroom to sleep.

At the same time, Parsons received the renovation team’s “completion” report. Since the best materials were used, a few more days of airing out and the place would be ready for furniture and move-in.

But their contract didn’t include dealing with the replaced furniture and materials; those were still valuable. Everything had been piled in the backyard, and contacting the recycling station would get someone to collect them.

Parsons didn’t want to think about the furniture yet. He was worrying about how to tell his best friend that he had bought the house next door.

Would Imi get mad? How do I coax him? Maybe I should apologize first…

Little Blue Mushroom had no idea its father was troubled. It slept soundly in its tiny wooden cabin, on its walnut bed, covered with a silk blanket, dreaming of all the foods it ate today.

After a restful night, Jiang woke up full of energy. Downstairs he found a loving breakfast from his mom, and he was so happy he felt like ascending to heaven.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be going up today—more like going down into the water.

Because today’s task was helping “Qi” retrieve her canoe, which had most likely drifted out into the ocean.

Qi was fifty-four, a long-lived elder in the ancient era. One day, she suddenly felt energetic and radiant and knew her time had come.

She had lived alone for years, used to caring for herself. While still in good condition, she organized all her belongings. She even cleaned out a hole she had dug long ago, burying fragments of pottery as “gold” so she would have assets in the afterlife.

Some precious things she left in her house for her children to retrieve. Others she placed in the pit, to accompany her into the next world. She also left some clay beads—usable as currency—for a fated person to find.

What she couldn’t bear to part with the most was her lifelong companion: a canoe, the starting point of her life.

But she suddenly remembered: not long ago, a group of monkeys had pushed her canoe into the water. It was gone.

When she was young, fearless of wind or waves, she could’ve retrieved it. But now, at the dusk of life, she became breathless after a few steps.

Thankfully, her children were filial, bringing her food every few days. Otherwise, her old bones would’ve been gone long ago.

Sorry… even at this age, I’m still a troublesome old woman.

“If the gods are willing, let it drift to the side of my tomb.” Qi no longer had hope, but still prayed. She took the items she had prepared and walked step by step toward the cliff, where she had dug her grave.

Her spirit was especially good today. Her legs felt powerful, as if she had returned to her youth—

Back when she was an arrogant girl who dreamed of conquering the sea, defying priests and chiefs, and filled with her own ideas.

People like that were the most taboo in a tribe—ordinary folk who had ideas and acted on them.

So she was expelled and renamed “Qi” (Discarded).

After leaving the tribe, she went to the sea, built a tree house, transplanted fruit trees, carved a canoe by hand, and hunted for food along the shore.

Being expelled didn’t kill her ambition. She wanted a better life, to live in a way others admired.

She wasn’t sure if she succeeded. She did achieve fame for a time. But flowers bloom and fade; now was the era of young people, and it was her time to step down.

Qi reached the cliffside. She lifted the leaf-woven cover, revealing a neat square pit.

The pit was coated in ground shells, white and pearly. Inside was a layer of linen, pottery she used daily, dried fruits, and the bones of animals she had eaten.

The most special item was a necklace made of beast teeth—each tooth from a creature she hunted. The largest and most beautiful was from a sea monster she killed, the one that made her name famous.

Qi struggled to climb into the pit. She stroked the necklace, thinking of her glorious years—defying heaven and earth, second only to the Beast God.

She just had a stubborn temper, especially intolerant of fools. Otherwise she would’ve founded her own tribe.

But she didn’t regret anything. Tribe leaders overthink—they weren’t as carefree as she was in life, and they died early too.

Sometimes she thought, she had lived so many happy years. Having a harder old age was reasonable—you can’t have all the good luck.

She accepted it calmly.

Qi lay in the pit. The woman who lived her entire life rebelliously chose the most ordinary posture—hands folded over her abdomen, legs together.

Yesterday she washed her body and hair with clean water, put on her best clothes, braided all her hair into a high ponytail. Sadly, much hair had fallen, and the ponytail couldn’t spread out like ink—as it did when she rode the waves on her canoe, dazzling many handsome boys.

Back then, her hair was thick, her skin smooth, her body strong. Holding a golden spear, she pierced the eye of a sea monster surging from the waves.

As Qi drifted in memory, her soul rose with it. She saw the past—herself, the sea monster, the tribespeople—so vivid.

A faint smile appeared on her face. Her breathing slowed… then disappeared.

She fell asleep. Forever.

Jiang Jitang appeared at that moment. He scratched his face. “So this is a bucket list?”

He didn’t feel guilty for being “late.” No matter when he finished his previous task, he would always appear at this moment.

And Qi died of old age. Her body was failing. Even if saved, she would live only one or two more years, still suffering from the hardships of aging.

The wisher was gone, but the task remained. Jiang followed the instructions to the place where the canoe had been pushed into the sea.

It was close to the burial site—Qi had always hoped to stand here after death and gaze at the ocean.

The sea wind was fierce. Jiang Jitang squinted as he reached the cliff. A fifty-meter drop lay below, waves crashing against the cliffside, carving a hollow.

“A canoe fall from here and stay intact?”

Even if it didn’t hit rocks and fell into water, the waves would slam it into the cliffs. It should’ve broken apart.

“It was at dusk, during low tide. The tide carried it away,” the system explained. If the canoe didn’t exist, the system wouldn’t assign the task.

“What’s the current pattern here?” Jiang Jitang asked. The sea was huge—he needed some direction, or searching would literally become “looking for a needle in the ocean.”

The system provided an electronic map showing water currents and wind direction from the time the canoe fell. A bit of help.

“Okay. I’ll find a place to fly a helicopter.”

With the helicopter in the air, Jiang Jitang checked the map and decided to try searching south.

The sea was calm. Anything floating would be easy to spot. The first time he saw a long object drifting, he thought it was the canoe—until he approached and found it was a huge dead fish, swollen and beginning to show gigantism.

He quickly flew away, and just as he left—boom! The fish carcass exploded, scattering flesh across the sea, attracting countless small fish and shrimp.

Watching them swarm, splashing white foam, Jiang Jitang clicked his tongue. “Damn. No wonder they say whale carcasses are ocean bombs. This one’s only two or three meters long. Whales… I don’t dare imagine.”

After this incident, a long time passed with nothing new. Jiang grew tired of the endless identical sea. His eyes blurred.

Suddenly, something flipped out of the water—struggling like a fish.

It wasn’t the canoe, but Jiang Jitang was curious and moved closer.

The helicopter roared near, wind pressing circles into the water. Right as he approached the silver-white creature, a shadow appeared underwater—rushing toward him at incredible speed.

Good god—it’s charging straight at him!

Jiang Jitang was alert enough to retreat at the slightest anomaly, but the shadow was enormous and fast. He barely saw the seawater part on both sides as a mountain-like shape rose toward the helicopter—

“What the hell? Such a huge mouth?!”

Golden light flashed beneath the helicopter. A spatial portal opened and whisked the helicopter away just as the massive jaws snapped shut. Only the thrown anesthetic agent remained, splashing into the sea.

Jiang Jitang and the helicopter reappeared above the creature. Cold sweat trickled down his back as he stared at the island-sized head below. The giant mouth clamped shut like a detonating warhead; waves exploded upward, spraying the helicopter.

“So this… is a sea monster?”

How long would it have to eat to stay alive at that size?

Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History