Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH51

Chapter 51

Jiang Jitang also saw the people who had built this long “Great Wall” of river mud.

Even though they wore thick coats and an extra layer of plastic waterproof pants over their legs, their faces were still purple from the cold, and the exposed skin was cracked.

Those people were now looking at him.

White sky, black earth—between the black and white appeared a color unlike everything around it.

He wore a black down coat that reached mid-calf, fur-lined snow boots, and a dark-purple beanie with a fluffy pom-pom.

His appearance was so sudden that the mud-diggers in the river were startled.

Under everyone’s stare, Jiang Jitang cleared his throat, adjusted the furry pom-pom hat, then adjusted his black mask. His outfit stood out too much in this world, but even more eye-catching were the two foam boxes by his feet.

“Hello,” he said, thinking for a moment before removing his mask. A fair face and the gentlest smile appeared. “Is now a good time? I brought you food.”

“You accepted our task?”
The two closest diggers looked at each other. They struggled to pull their feet out of the mud and walked toward the riverbank.

Seeing this, the others also began heading toward shore. Because of the cold, their legs and boots were covered with thick layers of hardened mud, so they moved painfully slow.

“You don’t feel it while you’re down there, but once you come out—god, it’s freezing.”
They shivered as they walked.

“Otherwise why do you think the beasts hide in the mud to keep warm? Come on, let’s hurry. We only get a half-hour break, at least we can drink some hot water.”

Even without this task delivery, it was already time for their mid-shift rest. Perfect timing to get some hot water to warm up.

The fastest walker reached Jiang Jitang first and took a careful look at him.

He really didn’t look like someone who’d take odd jobs.

Suspicion filled the digger’s eyes.

This place was remote, separated from the residential zones by a dangerous no-man’s-land. Very few people were willing to take orders here, and they all demanded extra pay. They were about to cancel the order when someone accepted it.

They’d assumed one of the frontier-opening squads happened to be passing through and would toss them supplies on the way. They absolutely didn’t expect someone like this to show up—too clean, too neat, too handsome. They didn’t dare get close.

Several of the diggers already ashore looked at each other, but none wanted to be the first to speak.

“Is… is this really the person who took the job?”

“He doesn’t look the part, but why would he lie to us?”

They whispered among themselves.

“I brought food. Is this how you normally eat?” Jiang Jitang opened one of the boxes.

A wave of fried-food aroma burst out instantly, hot steam hitting them in the face.

Real food? The diggers stared, stunned, and the rest crowded closer.

“I brought food—and brown sugar ginger tea.” Jiang Jitang opened the second box. Inside was a clay pot with a lid, and a ladle beside it. The sharp, warm scent of ginger tea drifted out.

“Would you like some? It helps prevent colds.”

Food and drinks both— It took the diggers several seconds to react. They quickly pulled off their soaked gloves. The outer rubber work gloves were caked in frozen mud; inside was a thin, worn pair of cotton gloves.

Jiang Jitang handed out the first hamburger.

The man stared at the hot chicken cutlet burger in his hands—it was so warm it was almost burning him. Jiang Jitang asked, “I also have ginger tea. Do you have a cup?”

“Y-yes!” The digger fished out a battle-scarred thermos from his pocket and carefully unscrewed the lid.

Jiang ladled hot ginger tea into it—without spilling a single drop. The spicy-sweet aroma filled the air with the sound of liquid pouring in.

The man sniffed, and his nose stung from the heat.

In weather like this, heat was happiness.

Two ladles later, the thermos was about eighty percent full.

“Next.”

“Here!” Someone immediately held up an open thermos. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” Jiang Jitang’s face blurred gently behind the rising mist.

A long line formed at the foam boxes. The diggers who already received theirs cradled their hamburgers reverently. The warm buns, eggs, and thick cutlets heated their palms—and their hearts.

Afraid the heat would fade, they didn’t hesitate any longer and took enormous bites.

Crunch.

Their teeth broke through soft buns, tender eggs, crisp lettuce, and then into the crackling chicken cutlet. Juice burst from the broken crust; the succulent thigh meat mixed with creamy, spicy mayo…

Every bite was like rain falling on long-parched soil, nourishing nearly withered roots.

Their eyes turned red.

Hot. So hot.
Delicious. So delicious.

A single burger only half-filled these strong laborers, but that was enough. This was just a relay meal—real dinner would come in two hours.

They finished every last crumb, even licking the grease-stained paper clean. They folded the paper carefully instead of throwing it away. Only then did they open their thermoses and sip the steaming ginger tea.

Hot and spicy—not chili-spicy, but ginger-spicy. Sweet, warm liquid flowed down their throats and spread warmth through every limb.

“So sweet… did they already harvest sugarcane down south?”

The workers exchanged surprised glances. Temptation almost overwhelmed them, but knowing a long shift still remained, they reluctantly closed their thermoses after one small sip.

Had to save it. One sip gone is one sip less.

“Um… are you doing this for the job? Or trying to hit performance targets?” One digger couldn’t hold back and asked Jiang Jitang.

They knew the prices outside. No way the task reward could cover such good things. Was this one of those legendary “performance push” encounters?

Rumor had it that people who completed lots of tasks and got good ratings would receive year-end benefits, so sometimes someone trying to boost their numbers would hand out bonuses like this.

But they had never met one—until now.

Jiang Jitang didn’t explain. He just crouched like them and smiled, rubbing his hands. “Just remember to give me a five-star rating later.”

“Of course.”

“Definitely!”

Everyone replied eagerly. With a bargain this big, five stars was certain. No—ten stars if possible.

“How have things been recently?” Jiang Jitang leaned in casually.

Having just benefited, the workers answered everything honestly.

Jiang Jitang learned that there were many teams like them. After soldiers cleared the land, the new nation was racing against time to reclaim territory.

The farmers who had been given seeds earlier weren’t rare cases. These mud-clearing teams weren’t rare either. There were road-building crews and teams searching for survivors.

And the ones most worthy of admiration—the frontier-opening soldiers.

Every inch of land beneath their feet was soaked with soldiers’ blood. Many young warriors like the boy from Red Valley stayed there forever.

So no matter how hard things were, they had to reclaim and transform the land into granaries.

Meanwhile, new developments continued emerging.

Metal tools, once rare, were no longer precious—because they now had their own steel factories. Nutrient meals, once exclusive to gene-enhanced soldiers, were now distributed to workers. Plenty of calories, filling portions—though flavorless. And cold.

That was why hot food was still needed.

Many workers talked about their families too. They married, had children, and no longer left them to the government to raise. They hoped their children would grow up in a better world—not hungry, not fighting.

In short, the newborn world had sprouted fresh leaves. It could grow on its own now; it didn’t need heavy intervention.

And it certainly didn’t need outsiders like Jiang Jitang.

Before long, Jiang Jitang was freezing. He was naturally weak to cold. So he didn’t stay. He closed the boxes and distributed fever meds and ginger powder.

“These two pills are fever reducers. Only take them if you’re running a fever. Adults take one every four hours. Children half a pill. Babies—ask a doctor. And this—ginger powder, salt, pepper. Mix a little with hot water every day. I’m heading out. Remember—five stars.”

He stood and looked again at the snow-covered land, black branches and black soil exposed. He couldn’t see seeds or green, but he knew they were lying in the mud, preparing to grow.

No need for goodbyes.

While they were still reacting, Jiang Jitang took his long legs and slipped into the forest—gone.

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“Achoo!”

Back in the real-world summer heat, the cold vanished, leaving him with a strange sense of unreality. He rubbed his nose. A sudden frustration welled up.

A complete farewell to that world.
He’d have to get used to that—from now on.
Just when things felt familiar—they ended.

“Four years of college graduation didn’t make me this dramatic.”
He slapped his own cheek. “What should I eat tonight? After an ice-and-fire day like this… maybe hotpot with iced soybean milk?”

Hotpot needed vibes.
How could one person have vibes?

Jiang Jitang opened his phone and tapped the first name on his list.

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Ding-dong!

In a top-floor hotel, seven men in a serious meeting stiffened. Who hadn’t put their phone on silent!?

Their boss, sitting alone on a single sofa, calmly took out his phone. One glance wasn’t enough—he opened the message, studied it, typed a reply, and only then put the phone away.

Everyone else: …

“Continue,” Parsons said expressionlessly.

“…Double standards.”

“Ahem. These last two days I’ve confirmed something—the local authorities really do have an extremely powerful healer.”

A man in a plaid shirt—Nick, the intelligence chief of the Seeker organization—adjusted his glasses. On the white wall behind him appeared a blurry photo of a young man’s back.

Parsons frowned. He looked familiar.

“We don’t know if he has multiple healing artifacts or one extremely powerful one, but based on the info we received, this person can heal one hundred severely injured players per day.

“He is the strongest healer known so far. Because of this, he’s under heavy protection. Normally impossible to approach.

“The photo was taken hastily. After that, plainclothes officers appeared.”

Nick paused. “But it’s fine. After some criticism and education, they let us go.”

Tch. They’d been having too much fun lately, forgetting that in C-Nation, surveillance cameras were everywhere. Even tiny movements would get you caught.

“Nick, are you sure we’re safe?”

“Don’t worry. We’re not the first or the last. Healing slots are extremely hard to get—only officials can access them. Many civilian organizations here are also trying to contact that healer.”

Despite his shy appearance, Nick had monstrous talent in intelligence-gathering.

Everyone trusted his skills.

“If he heals only for officials, then yes—it’ll be hard. We’ll have to rely on items or recruit a healer ourselves.”

As sixth-tier Cube World players, they all had plenty of items.

“There’s another option.” Nick switched topics.
“During contact, officials mentioned rolling out a medical insurance plan specifically for players. Even foreigners can buy commercial plans. C-Nation’s medical system is world-class. I think it’s worth purchasing.”

“C-Nation’s healthcare really is good,” Browning agreed. “Much better than those arrogant, terrible healers elsewhere.”

They’d done their research before coming. C-Nation’s civilian healthcare system was broad, experienced, and extremely efficient.

In basic welfare, C-Nation surpassed many developed nations.

They discussed the pros and cons of staying in the city and ultimately decided—it was worth settling long-term.

A safe city, friendly officials, diverse lifestyle, delicious food—what was not to like?

After a long discussion, Parsons checked the time and prepared to end the meeting.

Nick immediately caught the signal. “It’s already this late? Since everyone’s here today, should we go out to eat? I know an excellent restaurant—no reservation needed.”

“Sounds great!”

Everyone except the food-indifferent boss was excited. A chubby teammate raised both hands enthusiastically.

Whether C-Nation cuisine or international dishes—everything was available. A whole city of skinny people also felt encouraging.

Environment mattered for weight loss.

“I can definitely lose another ten pounds.” The chubby one touched his belly. Since entering the Cube World game, he’d already lost ten, but it wasn’t enough.

“So hungry.” Unable to resist, he pulled out a ration bar.

“I told you, Toby, you need to quit sugar and chocolate. Right—boss, are you coming?”
They politely invited their aloof leader, expecting rejection.

“No.”

As expected. This emotionless bachelor—

“I have plans tonight,” Parsons said.

The team froze. What?

“Pfft—cough cough cough!”
The chubby guy choked, spraying ration crumbs everywhere.
“A… a date?”

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