Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH89

Chapter 89

It was rare to find someone willing to take the picture books. The kindergarten director arrived very quickly. Altogether there were more than 3,600 picture books—most in good condition, a small portion damaged or missing pages. In the end, they were sold to Jiang Jitang for 3,000 yuan, but he had to transport them himself.

They made several trips before finally moving all 3,000+ books.

Up to this point, he had spent a total of 29,600 yuan. There were 400 yuan left, plus the complimentary 3,000, which gave him 3,400 yuan available.

Jiang Jitang and Parsons went to a furniture processing factory and took away ten brand-new, slightly flawed bookshelves at 320 yuan each. Remaining balance: 200 yuan.

The bookshelves were made of oak, 1.2 meters wide and 1.8 meters tall, coated with varnish, and trapezoid-shaped on the sides to prevent tipping.

The same model cost 480 yuan each on shopping sites, but because Jiang Jitang came directly to the factory and these were blemished units, he took them at 320 each.

In the afternoon, the books from the old bookstore were also delivered. Jiang Jitang took out the glue and paper he had just purchased for book repair, as well as cloth for cleaning books (purchased using the remaining 200 yuan).

“These books need sorting and cleaning. The damaged areas also need repairing. The employer is very picky and cherishes books dearly.”

Parsons sat down next to him and picked up a book as well. “I remember when you destroyed the temple branches, you always avoided the spots where books were stored.”

“Books aren’t guilty,” Jiang Jitang said matter-of-factly. “I cherish those books more than they do. At least I won’t throw them in a storage room and never look at them.”

In a world lacking entertainment, reading was a rare pastime, so Jiang Jitang loved reading back then. Not only did he read, but he also made his subordinates read. If they didn’t know words, he assigned them teachers and made them learn.

Those wild, unruly guys were always losing their minds while listening to the lessons.

“It’s a pity paper didn’t exist in that era. Everyone used magical beast skins. Otherwise, I would’ve reproduced all those rare editions. People in this era are truly blessed—they can obtain knowledge for the price of a meal.”

If the magical world also had cheap paper and printing, knowledge could enter every household.

Sorting and repairing the old books took them an entire afternoon and evening.

The restored books were placed on the shelves one by one. But each shelf held only 300 books, so many more had to be squeezed into boxes.

—

After working so long, both Jiang Jitang and Parsons were covered in dust. They ate dinner surrounded by piles of books, inhaling the smell of old paper.

“My cooking is pretty good too, right?” Jiang Jitang said, taking a big bite of Dongpo pork, letting the oily sauce drip onto his rice before mixing it in.

It was Parsons’ first time eating authentic C-Nation home cooking. It was simple: one plate of Dongpo pork, one plate of garlicky baby cabbage, one bowl of steamed egg, and a bowl of kelp soup.

This was his payment for being driver, mover, and book-repair assistant today.

The magic sword and the Golden Eye had an even richer dinner: yogurt fruit bowls and large cups of cola. The magic sword stared at the bubbling brown drink, delighted, especially at the heart-shaped straw. Little stars sparkled in its eyes.

Jiang Jitang was sometimes truly indulgent with magical tools.

Parsons ignored the magic sword rolling on the floor laughing and copied Jiang Jitang by scooping the pork and sauce over the rice and cutting it up with his spoon before mixing.

In some places, this would be considered terrible table manners—like his grandfather’s mansion, where they called themselves “old money.” But he had to admit, it tasted extremely good.

To be even happier, Parsons had already decided: he would move all movable assets he inherited to C-Nation and establish a real charity fund.

He wondered if that would help his citizenship application.

After spending a whole day together, Parsons concluded that his stomach was highly compatible with C-Nation cuisine. His body was ready for long-term residence.

After dinner came TV time. On screen, a lazy, gluttonous little monster played through various memes, and the magic sword rolled on the floor laughing. Golden Eye looked confused—Is the humor really this low?

Parsons: …deeply embarrassed.

“Hahahahahaha!” Jiang Jitang hugged a pillow and laughed too.

Parsons: My best friend has quite a childlike heart.

It wasn’t until 8:30 that the car finally prepared to leave. Parsons’ trunk now held a huge basket of watermelons from Jiang Jitang—highly recommended by him. Parsons also held a mysterious box in his hands.

“What? Did you really think your payment was just those two meals? Share these watermelons with your team. And this here is a little surprise. Bye~”

Jiang Jitang closed the trunk.

Today he had only shown one part of the “courier” job, but revealed nothing about the magic cube world or his identity as a healer.

He was still that cautious.

Good. In this increasingly complicated world, caution meant survival.

Once Jiang Jitang’s silhouette disappeared in the rear-view mirror, Parsons immediately drove to the biggest shopping mall and bought another basket of the same brand of watermelons—to share with the team. The basket Jiang Jitang picked would be his alone.

His best friend’s watermelons had to taste better—C-Nation people had mysterious watermelon-choosing abilities.

Back at the hotel, alone, Parsons finally opened the mysterious box. Inside lay a jade bracelet, warm and smooth to the touch.

Jade was a gem admired by C-Nation people, symbolizing gentlemen and beauties in C-Nation culture.

But the most striking thing about this bracelet wasn’t its appearance—it was the energy flowing inside it.

“A newly crafted magic talisman?”

This was clearly Jiang Jitang’s work. Only the talismans he made felt like rebellious children tied up by force—every suppressed wisp of energy spelled “defiant.”

He firmly believed offense was the best defense. Once someone triggered this bracelet, the energy would erupt: if it could fight, it would; if it couldn’t win, it would pull the enemy into mutual destruction.

Parsons was shocked. In a world where magic didn’t exist, how was this jade talisman even possible?

Through it, he could almost see his friend’s mysterious smile:
Do you think you already understand me? No. Come—discover my secrets, one by one.

What Parsons didn’t know was that Jiang Jitang had actually given him another reward—food shares from Dream-Fulfillment Food House.

Director Jiang would notify them. Starting tomorrow, Mystery Seeker could also use special-effect foods to stun others.

Meanwhile, Jiang Jitang himself received his first three-star recipe: a combo meal.

[You successfully made the ‘Dongpo Pork Set Meal.’ Three-star.]

[The set includes one serving of Dongpo pork, one serving of garlicky baby cabbage, one steamed egg, one kelp soup, and one serving of rice. Total weight: 550 g.]

[Effects: Satiety +8, Stamina +5, Health +5, with ‘Energized’ status lasting 120 minutes. During this period, focus, comprehension, memory, and stamina are all improved.]

[Shelf life: 72 hours at room temperature. Consume within six hours after opening.]

It was only an increase of one star, but its effects were several times that of two-star recipes. Understandable—it included three dishes, one soup, and rice.

Jiang Jitang priced it at 200 yuan. It would begin selling tomorrow—he had already contacted a supplier for top-quality ingredients.

“Calling Parsons was definitely the right move.” A personal driver, book-finder, mover, and repairman, and in the end he even got a three-star recipe—huge profit.

But Jiang Jitang chose to activate filtering on Parsons; today’s Dongpo Pork Meal would appear to him as ordinary food. Tomorrow, when he eats the real one, he’ll feel pleasantly surprised.

Jiang Jitang’s mischievous little habit.

Now, all other conditions to upgrade Dream-Fulfillment Food House were met—only 100,000 sold items and ten star-rated recipes were left.

With Jiang Jitang’s culinary skills and everyone’s cooperation, a few days would be enough. After the upgrade, the shop would expand, and new equipment—not just vending machines—might appear.

Hurry and upgrade—so many people squeezing around four vending machines was chaos.

Once upgraded, he would give one to the government, one to unaffiliated players, and let the Jin City player group allocate the rest.

He wanted to turn the Food House into the anchor of Jin City. As long as it stood, Jin City would remain stable.

“As for healing slots, I can’t be too biased… but with that bracelet, it should be fine.” Jiang Jitang toyed with the remaining carved jade pieces—two were reserved for Ms. Jiang. The rest were irregular scraps and jade beads with holes drilled. The carving master hadn’t decided what to make, so he sent them back.

As Jiang Jitang tossed the small jade pieces, a thought flashed in his mind.

Why not… use them for divination?

Astrology was not his strong suit. But as a mage’s required basic, he could at least dabble.

“Ms. Jiang: fine. Parsons: fine.” He checked one by one. Third was Director Jiang. “Director Jiang…”

Before he finished speaking, the jade cracked.

Jiang Jitang froze. He repeated the process. The crack deepened, spreading in several directions. Holding it up to the light, he could vaguely see the character for “death.”

A shock went through him, followed by a sense of grim relief.

No wonder he suddenly felt the urge to divine—something had warned him that someone close was in danger.

Unfortunately, Jiang Jitang truly had no talent for divination. After breaking two pieces of jade, all he could determine was: Director Jiang would encounter trouble in a few days, not in Jin City. No further details.

He would finish his tasks over the next few days, arrange the Food House business, then find an excuse to go with them.

With a plan formed, Jiang Jitang put the remaining jade away and folded his hands over the blanket, closing his eyes.

The night passed uneventfully. The next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Jitang began his final delivery task.

—

When he arrived, the task world was also in morning. The sky was high and blue. He stood in the middle of a pale-yellow path, green lawns stretching on both sides. At the end of the road stood a castle made of multi-colored stones—so gray it looked rainbow-gray.

The entire world had the bright, saturated feel of a children’s painting.

He thought he understood why the wish-maker’s grandfather bought this place. It was perfect for seclusion, and could inspire countless stories.

A moonless night—sitting by the fireplace, listening to the wind outside the windows and occasional wolf howls—would give him endless material for suspense and horror.

On sunny days, with flowers blooming across the meadow and the colorful-stone castle shining in the sun, he could write fairy tales and love stories.

Aside from inconvenient transportation, no neighbors, inconvenient living, and likely limited resources, this place didn’t have any real flaws.

Jiang Jitang felt tempted for a second—then immediately retreated at the thought: “No food delivery service.”

Everything else was negotiable, but no delivery service? Absolutely not.

The castle looked close, but walking still took time, so Jiang Jitang rode his electric scooter. Truly, someone as lazy and gluttonous as him fit modern urban life far better.

A few minutes later, he reached the castle gate. The outer wall was three to four meters high. The heavy wooden doors were open. Jiang Jitang knocked. No response—so he walked in. The red guidance light pointed inside.

“Who are you? Are you looking for someone?” A young woman in a white apron stopped him. She wore a dark-blue linen dress with gemstone earrings.

She didn’t look like a worker—people doing physical labor wouldn’t wear long skirts and jewelry.

“Hello, madam. I’m the task-taker who accepted the commission to seek the castle’s ghost.”

When Jiang Jitang wasn’t showing his true personality, he appeared elegant and dependable. The young woman’s eyes lit up. She lifted her skirt slightly. “Forgive me for not welcoming you at the door. Please follow me—my father is already waiting.”

So he followed her into the castle.

The owner waited in the grand hall. The air wasn’t good—though the fireplace was lit, a damp, moldy smell lingered. But with only the daughter to do chores, lack of maintenance was understandable.

“Please sit.” The sorrowful man invited him. His mustache hadn’t been trimmed in a long time and looked messy—like his clothes.

From the entrance to sitting down, the entire castle gave Jiang Jitang the feeling of a family pushed to the brink of ruin.

They had no choice but to sell the memory-filled castle to pay their debts. Who knew what it would become—rich people’s vacation villa, boutique hotel—none of it would involve them anymore.

No matter how glorious the ancestors, one squanderer could end a lineage.

“Regarding the hidden ghost in the castle, do you have any ideas?” the man asked.

Jiang Jitang took the red tea offered by the daughter. “A little, but only a guess. I need to test it. But no matter what, I will do my best.”

The master didn’t hear a confident “no problem,” but that only showed the young man’s caution—not someone who talked big. Hope flickered in his eyes.

“Whatever you need, we will cooperate.”

“Where is your grandfather’s study? I’d like to take a look.”

The man stood with a cane. “Please follow me.”

Jiang Jitang followed him upstairs. The daughter quickly cleaned the tea set and joined them.

The former owner’s study was on the third floor—the best view, driest environment, ideal for preserving books.

But the once-grand study was now empty, with only some shelves and a table set, all covered in thick dust.

When Jiang Jitang walked in, pages rustled as if being flipped. He paused. The owner, unfazed, shrugged.

“It’s here.”