Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH54

Chapter 54

The bow rested on the strings, and memories flowed.

“Mom, have you ever regretted meeting someone with the surname Song?”

“Hahaha, what’s there to regret? I can bet, and I can lose.”

“Mom, I want to be brave like you—no matter what the emotion is, bet on it, and accept the loss.”

“Has our Little Jiang started dating?”

“Or is it just a crush?”

On the streets of Guanghua Street past eleven o’clock at night, there were almost no people except the street lamps and hurried figures going home. By an opened window, a young couple leaned there, listening.

In this area, many windows were pushed open, many heads peeking out.

It was as if they were attending a private concert of a musician.

Music and moonlight flowed together. Following the flow to its source, one could see a tall figure standing on a balcony, holding a violin. The strings trembled, and so did the memories.

On the coffee table behind him sat a plate of tiny cakes, already eaten.

This “on the way” across half the city was carefully preserved in photographs by the owner.

Soft music helped many fall asleep, but some struggled, pushing open windows, unwilling to rest.

“I remember back in school, secretly passing you notes,” the man said, staring at his wife. He recalled the time before they were together—wanting to confess but afraid to lose even the friendship. Anticipation mixed with anxiety, sweetness with fear, like the violin, wavering and tugging at the heart.

The wind sang, the moon embraced, and the earth transformed ice to spring. The emotion called “love” spread outward.

The young man by the window gently hugged his wife. “Shall we stop arguing?”

“Okay.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “No more arguing.”

The daytime irritations and worldly pressures blew away with the wind, leaving love flowing gently.

—

On the other side of the city, someone also gazed at the stars glimmering on the ground.

During rush hour, this was the busiest commercial district. The roads were filled with cars. But these vehicles, which usually annoyed him, now lit up in rows like a galaxy on the ground.

At this moment, Parsons should have looked like a real corporate overlord, standing before a floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city, sketching out his imminent corporate empire. Unfortunately, he was not.

He was just a top player in the Cube World.

As a world-class “game guide,” Parsons had recently received numerous inquiries for paid game assistance. The cheapest cost at his end was $100,000, and one reached $1,000,000—a tempting offer even for a billionaire.

However, new regulations prevented high-level players from assisting low-level ones, so he mainly provided dungeon info and strategy guides.

Right now, he was replying to potential future collaborators.

With the physical abilities of those young heirs and heiresses, requests for guidance were plentiful. Parsons was seeing if they could become long-term clients, as their organization also needed activity funds.

Technically, these tasks weren’t Parsons’ responsibility. But during dinner a few hours ago, a seemingly insignificant nut-based pastry incapacitated almost all members. So he had to arrange their hospital stays while also handling potential client contacts.

Even though the cityscape at night was beautiful, he could only spare a quick glance.

Behind him, a black sword finished the last drop of hotpot broth and belched contentedly. “This is life, not mere survival.”

Parsons, just finishing his last client communication: …

Poor thing.

“Ahem, ahem,” the sword realized its position was skewed. It coughed, sparking embers, then pretended to ask, “Any gains from tonight’s dinner?”

“I have a strange intuition: Illman is somehow connected to that world, the Cube World.” The intuition defied logic; there was no proof.

Parsons still remembered his own “awakening” two years ago. Without memories, he was assassinated, entering the Cube World. At the moment of life and death, he triggered a hidden key and awakened memories from a past life.

He awoke because of death. So what caused Illman to awaken?

If it was also death, he should now be a Cube World player. But Parsons looked at the unused “Resurrection of the Dead” talisman in his hand.

He had obtained it from being the first to complete the ninth-level Cube World game. It could only be used on players, allowing them to exit the game upon death and revive—a sort of extra life. He only had one.

After meeting Jiang Jitang yesterday, Parsons chose to use it on him. The talisman showed no reaction. Therefore, Jiang Jitang was not a Cube World player.

That was the strangest part.

Life-or-death stimuli almost never break the memory barriers of reincarnation.

“Maybe he’s just a normal person? Not like you, master, attracting bloodshed wherever you go, being assassinated multiple times for a little money? I think you should’ve just accepted that proposal to be some kind of fund darling,” the sword murmured, baffled.

It could not understand Parsons’ persistence. Even a fallen member exiled by the church would not strictly follow these rules. Why did he? Even the church high-ups themselves did not, else Illman would not have been beheaded.

“I thought, Master Illman isn’t a player; you’d be happier.” The sword whispered. In this magic-less world, the pure mage Illman had little opportunity to act. The Cube World was far too dangerous for him.

“I am indeed happy.”

“!” Admitted it?

“It’s strange? I never intended to harm him. I want him full of vigor, safe in life.”

Based on Parsons’ knowledge of Jiang Jitang, even if he entered the Cube World, he could safely emerge. But was the Cube World a good thing? Parsons preferred to avoid disgusting things.

“Since you’re not letting go, why pay such a price to reach this world?” the sword asked.

In the magic world, though they were hunted by their former employers, Parsons could live well with his abilities and connections. Yet he sacrificed his life, enlisting a lich to aid his reincarnation.

Parsons remained silent.

Walking the paths Illman once did, seeing what he saw, and realizing the avoidable suffering in the world, he admitted Illman was right. But…

The lich stripped his remaining life, asking: “There’s a chance of failure. Fail, and you remain forever in the chaotic spacetime, your soul lost. Aren’t you afraid?”

Yes, he was afraid.

But more afraid of never finding that person.

Parsons had always thought of himself as a fearless warrior. Yet bravery only applied to the body, not the soul.

After his exceptional talent was discovered and his parents benefited enough to send him to the church, his life—from birth to death, career to companions—had been predetermined.

Without accidents, he would have followed that path.

An accident occurred.

In a small inn in Hattusha, a glance back upon passing someone disrupted everything.

That was Parsons’ first deviation from his “perfect life,” abandoning all expectations and escaping the perfect cage.

Seeking the lich was his second deviation.

“All courage to defy fate comes from him. The moon won’t shine; only chasing the sun can it shine. He is the sun.”

The sword waited for more, but there was none. Parsons said nothing.

This unassuming workaholic paused only two minutes before returning to dungeon summaries and data consolidation. The hotel’s top-floor lights stayed on until midnight—by then, people on the other side of the city had dreamt twice over.

—

A beautiful day started with lingering in bed. Jiang Jitang, who had normally woken at six, slept again and woke at 8:30. The downstairs breakfast shop was almost closed.

[Good morning.] The towel-roll still in bed sent a message.

On the other side of the city, a specially set alert sounded. A silver-haired beauty, wrapped only in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom and picked up his phone.

[Good morning.] The message replied.

The towel-roll automatically opened, revealing a yawning youth. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, falling on his pale back.

“Wow, instant reply,” he said, smiling.

Morning check-in complete. Jiang Jitang grabbed his phone, scanned international news, checked short videos, then opened his mini-wallet to view recent earnings.

Base pay plus side income reached six figures.

Money had truly become a string of numbers.

Villas, luxury cars, watches, rare treasures… all flashing before him.

The dazzling world was intoxicating. Floating, Jiang Jitang checked points. Seeing the negative sign before the zeros, his heart calmed.

A poor man.

Stop sleeping. Time to work.

Seeing him fully awake, a pop-up bubble appeared: [Three tasks settled, three positive reviews, 30 points earned. No wishing star, no gifts.]

Jiang Jitang: … Just for fun?

“View settlement?”

[Yes.]

The bubble displayed details of the three tasks.

The first task, “Returning the corpse to its homeland, leaves back to roots,” was a final request. The system auto-gave five stars.

The second, “Harvesting wheat,” also received five stars.

Farmers injured unexpectedly couldn’t harvest their mature wheat, so he helped. The wheat sold quickly at a high price, covering seed and other costs, with extra for machinery.

With this harvest and money, she could safely maintain her planting base.

The system noted that without Jiang Jitang’s help, she would have hired others at higher costs and missed the first harvest window.

The wheat would sell for less, with expensive labor costs, making life harder.

“She deserved it.” Workers deserve sustenance.

The final order, the pastries merely provided psychological comfort, but the ginger powder and fever medicine truly saved a few lives.

This silent aid went unnoticed by Jiang Jitang, but the laborers remembered it. Grateful, they gave five-star reviews.

[Tasks settled. Tasker has completed nine tasks with positive reviews, gaining preliminary understanding of this world. Bind as permanent world?]

“No bind.”

The wasteland world had its own growing seedlings, vibrant and independent.

Still, he felt a bit regretful. This world could produce special life or dark materials, though they would fade as the new republic strengthened.

[Temporary task world unbound. Selecting new temporary task world.]

[Selection complete.
Safety:
Resources:
Development:
Description: Magical Beast World.]

Magical Beast? Jiang Jitang’s mind imagined Pokémon-like creatures—cute little monsters?

[Task world updated. Detected tasker sent away one world. Order system upgraded.]

[Tasks now update every seven days instead of three. Number of tasks: three. Settlement time extended from 90 to 300 minutes. Star ratings upgraded: one- to five-star coexist. Special tasks unchanged. Upgrade complete.]

Jiang Jitang raised an eyebrow. Delivery time was longer, but income roughly the same. The system aimed to shift his focus to management?

He noted his speculation and listened.

Ding!
[Tasker upgraded. Received upgrade package. Due to excellent order quality, normal upgrade package upgraded to golden package.]

[Package opened: Upgrade Card ×1, Cargo Pass ×3, Companion Pass ×1, Safety Aura ×1.]

He immediately noticed the Safety Aura—a three-year protective charm. He wrote the user’s name: Jiang Sujin.

Among those he cared for, only she could not protect herself.

The other person was already nearly invincible, and they’d meet soon in another form—he was curious.

[Confirm user Jiang Sujin?] A photo popped up.

“Confirm.”

The glowing ring disappeared: “Safety Aura used.”

Now he could check the rest.

Upgrade Card was for system item upgrades, only for level three and below.

Cargo Pass and Companion Pass were familiar.

“Maybe because it’s low-level? No particularly impressive reward,” he mused.

“New task world: Magical Beast World. System, any tasks? Present them quickly.”

Originally planning to slack off, Jiang Jitang was now dizzy with excitement over “Magical Beast.” Though cute, he couldn’t raise unconventional creatures.

What were Magical Beasts like?

Like the magical beasts in the magic world?

Right, he also had a black foal. When Parsons bought a house, he could raise it, right?

The bubble noted Jiang Jitang had never rushed to work like this but went along.

Task 1: Please acquire a water-type Magical Beast enclosure for children in Luoshan Village, budget 800 yuan. Note: long-term use. (Difficulty: , countdown 54:27:18)

Task 2: Please acquire a set of training equipment suitable for Punch Frog, budget 168 yuan. Note: custom-made material doesn’t matter. (Difficulty: , countdown 72:11:09)

Task 3: Please acquire a sufficiently hard ore, budget 1200 yuan. Note: for Gem Snail upgrade. (Difficulty: , countdown 23:35:47)