Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH49

Chapter 49

The system sent him directly to Baji’s corpse.

Jiang Jitang took a quick look. The situation was much better than expected—this was a relatively intact body. The fatal wound was in the chest, a gunshot. In addition, one of his arms had been hacked off as if someone vented their anger on him; it lay not far away.

The severed surface was clean—cut by a metal weapon.

This meant the enemy was human. But the moment Jiang Jitang landed, he swept the area with his full sensory scan. There were no humans nearby. So the enemy had either left… or was dead.

In the early days after the Republic was founded, things were far from stable. Enemies included not only mutant beasts but humans as well.

Jiang Jitang suddenly thought of the young legion commander. Was she alright? In such chaotic times, how had she managed to secure a land everyone was fighting for?

Baji’s face was still very young—not more than fifteen or sixteen. His skin was rough and he was extremely thin. His eyes were still open; the eyeballs bulged slightly as if pressurized, and the lenses had already turned cloudy, though the pupils could still be seen.

Time of death: six to twelve hours ago? Jiang Jitang guessed uncertainly. Knowledge like this wasn’t part of his usual expertise.

While there were no mutant beasts around, he collected Baji’s corpse and the severed arm, placing them neatly into the coffin. As he put the arm in, he checked the cut surface—it showed signs of skin contraction, meaning the cut was made while he was still alive.

He didn’t know if it had been done to vent anger… or to torture him for information.

How painful it must’ve been.

He let out a quiet sigh. This young life disappeared just like that, silently, forever buried in this barren valley.

The body was secured inside the coffin, but he didn’t take out the helicopter yet.

Because the task stated that a golden eagle mutant beast was here.

A red line, visible only to him, pointed toward the exit of the valley—likely guiding him toward the Gobi Desert. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Jitang had one of the mimic forms of the task vehicle become an off-road truck.

Before the golden eagle appeared, he preferred not to use the helicopter.

This was Jiang Jitang’s first time driving an off-road vehicle. His driving was wobbly, but the passenger in the coffin didn’t mind.

The valley bugs were attracted to him, but they feared the metal monster and didn’t dare approach.

The road looked safe, but Jiang Jitang didn’t relax. He could already hear footsteps from far away—getting closer. Gravel rolled down both sides of the valley.

He stepped harder on the accelerator. He didn’t even check what kind of mutant beast was behind him—none of the options were ones he wanted to see.

But before he could escape the valley, the golden eagle’s cry rang out.

It wasn’t the cool, dramatic sound of the red-tailed hawk from movies—it was the sharp, hoarse screech of a real golden eagle, along with the slicing sound of wings cutting through the air.

Too fast.

The moment he heard it, Jiang Jitang shifted gears. Now he finally had time to glance into the rearview mirror.

There was nothing in the mirror—but the sound of wolves chasing behind him grew louder, the pressure suffocating. Surrounded from above and behind, even inside steel, he felt no safety at all.

He didn’t know how long he’d been driving. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin, his heart rate pushing the limits of what a human body could endure. Finally, the wolf pack appeared in the mirror.

The thrill of racing against death sent his adrenaline surging—urgency, calm, excitement all tangled together.

These mutated beasts were huge—the smallest were the size of yaks; the largest were like small hills. Their muscles twitched beneath their hides, and their eyes were cold and merciless.

The golden eagle circled overhead, a reaper’s shadow in the barren valley.

It looked like the off-road car speeding forward was doomed.

But just as the wolves were about to catch up, Jiang Jitang snapped his fingers lightly. A golden ring of light appeared ahead of the car; the vehicle shot through it and instantly vanished.

The wolves skid to a halt. The lead wolf’s eyes showed rare humanlike confusion.

A sharp “whoosh—” sounded behind them.

The lead wolf whipped its head around. The metal monster had reappeared somehow behind them, a figure leaning halfway out of the window holding a gun.

Even from such a distance, the two hunters locked eyes. Jiang Jitang’s muscles trembled with excitement, but his finger stayed steady as he pulled the trigger.

He caught the wolves completely off guard. In an impossibly short timeframe, he used the few seconds he had bought to execute a one-sided hunt.

Mutant beasts had thick hides and tough flesh, but the tranquilizer gun had armor-piercing effects.

Even though the dosage was likely too small—only enough to knock them down but not fully sedate them—Jiang Jitang still achieved total victory.

He then looked toward the golden eagle circling in the sky. The massive bird that blotted out the sun seemed to realize things had gone wrong and, after witnessing the wolves’ condition, chose to retreat.

Good—one less problem.

Once the golden eagle left, he turned back to the wolves. Wolves were cunning and loved to play dead; they could be pretending to lure him in. So he used the remaining tranquilizer darts to give every wolf an extra shot.

Only then were they truly unable to move. Jiang Jitang didn’t even bother snapping his fingers this time—he simply drove forward and short-teleported again toward the valley’s exit.

With the off-road car running at full speed, it took him barely ten minutes to get out of the valley. Before him stretched a Gobi Desert paved with smooth, rounded stones. But that wasn’t his destination—the red line pointed even farther away.

He decisively switched to the helicopter; the off-road vehicle transformed instantly.

“So cool.” Jiang Jitang patted the control panel in the cockpit, the transformation reminding him of the Autobots.

The coffin in the back stayed silent.

“Destination: Gobi Desert. Let’s go.”

This was his second time piloting a real helicopter. He handled it with far more ease this time. Although golden eagle mutants still posed a threat, the vast sky was irresistibly charming—flying with his helicopter made him reluctant to leave.

Until he detected a concentrated energy source on the way.

The change was even more obvious than the time he found the mulberry tree. He scanned with radar and only found several already-dead poplar trees, though he wasn’t sure.

Since he was on a task, he couldn’t stop for personal matters. He marked the coordinates and continued on.

Soon, he arrived.

Baji’s home was on the Gobi Desert. The red line pointed to a small settlement that had long since been abandoned.

Jiang Jitang went inside to inspect. The living supplies had been cleaned out, the mud houses undamaged—indicating a planned relocation, not a hurried escape.

“Was this an order from the newly formed government?” Jiang Jitang wondered as he walked around. Eventually he stopped before a small mud hut—the red line’s endpoint.

He took out the coffin and also a needle, thread, and cleaning tools.

Though Baji was already gone and could no longer give him a positive rating, Jiang Jitang still wanted to finish this properly.

Carefully, he sewed the severed arm back on and straightened Baji’s appearance. He lay whole again in the cardboard coffin.

“You’re home.” Jiang Jitang placed a red rose inside.

He set the coffin inside the tiny mud hut, carved “Baji’s Grave” onto the wood, and added a line beneath it: Here lies a Republic soldier who sacrificed his life in the Red River Valley.

Inside the coffin, Baji’s wide-open eyes trembled… then slowly closed.

Closing the door, Jiang Jitang walked out of the abandoned settlement. Sky and earth stretched endlessly before him, yellow and wild with the arid spirit of the northwest.

He sighed softly. With little time left, he brought out the helicopter and flew straight to the coordinates he had saved.

“A rock?”

The energy fluctuation was strong while he was in the air, but once on the ground, it became faint. After searching around, he determined the source was an unremarkable stone—not the dry remains of the poplar trees.

The Gobi was full of stones, big and small, all polished round by sand and wind. The stone before him, the size of a dinner plate, looked no different from the rest—perhaps its yellow-brown surface was a bit smoother and slightly glossy.

Only after approaching and inspecting it carefully did he confirm it.

The yellow-brown petrified outer layer enclosed the stone core within, holding dense energy without leaking a trace.

“There may be more than one.” Jiang Jitang thought. He turned and looked around. With so many stones… could this really be the only one?

There were nearly thirty minutes left before he had to leave. He wasted no time and checked them one by one.

The vast Gobi Desert glowed with a soft, maternal warmth under the sunset. The petrified stones and crystalline agates shimmered on the earth like scattered stars.

A bead of sweat fell from Jiang Jitang’s chin. It was the final minute.

“Looks like only that one is special.”

He felt a bit disappointed, but the breathtaking beauty of the desert and the several desert varnish stones and gemstones he picked up made up for it.

“Countdown to departure: ten, nine, eight…”

He stood up, steadying himself on a half-height stone when he suddenly felt something strange beneath his palm.

Looking closely, he realized this conical stone was also wrapped in contained energy.

“…Found it without even trying.”

Using a cargo pass, Jiang Jitang took home two energy-filled stones and several Gobi souvenirs.

Because he didn’t have a cutting machine—and smashing the stones might damage the jade inside—he couldn’t yet determine the type or value of the stones.

“With stones this size, I can craft a lot of magic items.”

Jiang Jitang glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed in the real world, though it felt like he’d been busy for an hour and a half. Now that he relaxed, he finally felt the soreness in his muscles.

He took a deep breath, but his straight shoulders quickly slumped. He collapsed onto the sofa like someone whose bones had been removed.

Then he remembered—he had touched a corpse earlier, even if through gloves.

Jiang Jitang shot upright like a startled fish, ran into the bathroom, washed his hands thoroughly, and sprayed disinfectant.

He threw away the disposable gloves, took off his camouflage outfit to wash it… then thought he might as well shower too. And so he did.

Half an hour passed in this process—it was mealtime.

Not wanting to cook, he ordered takeout from a restaurant on the east side of the city.

He knew the chef. Madam Jiang had exchanged cooking techniques with him before. The chef had spent half his life figuring out how to make fried rice that was delicious and cheap—a man with ideas.

Eventually he opened a small shop. A large portion of mixed egg fried rice, enough to fill an adult, cost only six yuan. Including packaging and delivery fees, the total was still under eleven, and it came with a complimentary soup.

Even after sitting in the takeout box for half an hour, the fried rice smelled so good it could pull hunger straight out of a person’s heart—all for eleven yuan (1.56 dollars). This really was a labor of love; there wasn’t much profit in it.

Feeling “emotionally obligated,” Jiang Jitang liked to order some side dishes along with it—braised eggs, grilled sausages, smashed cucumbers—bringing the total to fifteen or sixteen yuan.

But honestly, compared with the amazing fried rice, the side dishes were a little lackluster.

To go with the mediocre side dishes, he watched some bite-sized videos. Finding a funny one, he forwarded it to a certain someone:

[Afraid you’re too cold and holy—here, lowering your divine aura a bit.]

The long-since-fallen someone: “…”

[Thanks.] Parsons replied, awkwardly adding a “smile” emoji to express goodwill.

[Tsk, you foreigner.] Jiang Jitang responded, adding a head-shaking mockery emoji.

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Jin City. Top floor of the International Hotel, in the reception lounge.

“What’s wrong with using a smile emoji?” Parsons asked earnestly during a short break between lessons.

Teacher Xia Yu, who was earning a high salary to tutor him: “Which smile emoji do you mean?”

“This one: ‘hehe’.”

“……”

That one was definitely wrong.

By the time the teacher answered, the one who had mocked him had already put away his phone. After eating, he was refreshed again. Since it was work time, Jiang Jitang opened the task details.

“Let’s see the second task… harvesting wheat… Wheat stalks as thick as sugarcane?”

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