Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH99

Chapter 99

“Aiya, shall we keep going to the Bund? It’s different from Jin City, you know?” Jiang Jitang coaxed Parsons along. East Capital’s late-night snacks were also famous—they could eat their way there.

Minister Jiang had already survived his deadly calamity. From now on, they had nothing else to worry about—just enjoy themselves.

Parsons looked at the distant skyscrapers and gave a slight nod.

This world’s prohibition on magic was meant for ordinary people, but there were always individuals beyond the rules. Just like no one ever imagined that the rebel army leader—who managed to overpower a two-hundred-year-old grand mage—would actually be not even thirty years old.

That was why Parsons never doubted his closest friend. Everyone naturally assumed the rebel army leader was a crazed old man on the verge of death.

So no matter how abnormal something was, if it happened to him, it was normal.

Even so…

“Parsons.” Jiang Jitang flung himself onto his back, and Parsons instinctively reached out to support him and carry him.

“I consumed too much energy—I’m about to collapse.” Leaning on Parsons’ back, his voice was low and weak, sounding quite pitiful.

Parsons forgot all his worries. Concerned, he turned his head and said, “We won’t eat anymore. Let’s go back to the room first.”

The ‘weak’ Jiang Jitang opened his eyes, pride flickering in his smile.

“Ah, right.” As if remembering something, Jiang Jitang clapped his hands. “Since the mastermind caused me so much trouble, I should return the favor.”

Parsons watched as a small golden bell appeared in his hand.

“Cat Bell, go—to the person you’re supposed to go to.” You little mutt, you’ve just kicked an iron plate.

The official East Capital building remained perfectly intact, but somewhere in the shadows, someone smashed a plate in fury.

“They used an item produced by the Ninth-Level Cube World game, and it still failed? Did that person we found betray us?”

“Things are a bit complicated. Here’s what happened.” The Omnipotent Butler stepped forward and explained the situation.

“What? One-time treatment of over seven hundred people? This world actually has a healing item like that?” He was shocked. An item that powerful would obviously come with extreme limitations, and they used it on those ordinary players? Just how rich was C-Nation’s inventory?

A predatory gleam flashed in his eyes. “How do we get our hands on it? How can such a good thing be left in the hands of those lowborn?”

“Young master, this…”

“Is it that this world cannot contain me, or the karma I sowed bearing fruit? It’s him, it’s him, it’s him—our… little grubby, truly grubby, grubby king, that’s him…”

Suddenly, the players in the room heard a strange song—like C-Nation’s language, each word in a different pitch, weird and unforgettable once heard.

The few people looked at each other. They followed the direction of the sound and saw the young master, still frowning slightly, seemingly having heard nothing.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something odd?”

“…Young master, we must leave immediately.” The assistant made a swift decision. “We’ve been targeted.”

“What?”

The assistant was decisive—but too late.

East Capital was C-Nation’s East Capital.

Before the overly self-confident young master even stepped out of the hotel, Jiang Jitang and Parsons happened to return and caught him.

“You dare touch me? Parsons, you dog of the East Asians! Even your grandfather wouldn’t dare to—”

Smack. Jiang Jitang’s slap landed solidly on his face. The force shattered his jawbone, and teeth flew out between his lips.

“The enemy resisted stubbornly. I was forced to perform self-defense. Parsons, my hand is dirty.”

Parsons handed him a wet wipe. Facing the young man’s incredulous expression, his lips curved upward—by precisely three degrees.

“What’s his background?” Jiang Jitang asked while wiping his hands.

“An arms dealer, politically involved. But among his generation, there are six of them. The eldest is the carefully cultivated heir. As long as he’s not dead, there’s no problem. Even if he dies—it’s manageable.”

The Federal Consortiums were monsters of profit. Every move was carefully calculated. When sacrificing a grandson could protect themselves, they would do it without hesitation.

The disheveled young master glared at Parsons with hatred.

Parsons vaguely remembered him—once the shining figure in high school. Born on the mountaintop, able to command wind and rain. Not only ordinary people—even those at his level became prey.

He regarded rules as nothing, unrestrained—but only within that circle. C-Nation didn’t play by those rules.

“Oh, so he’s from the federal elite class. No wonder he’s so arrogant.” Jiang Jitang understood. As one of the arms dealer heirs, today’s stunt was likely meant to showcase his competence to his elders—but he met them instead.

With the sharpness of those above, they should be able to use this heir to bite off a sizable chunk.

Even if that didn’t work, they could capture him and punish him thoroughly—a warning to others.

But money and power were astonishingly influential. His family might still try other means to protect him—they were experts at exploiting legal loopholes.

Jiang Jitang crouched beside the unconscious man, seemingly inspecting him, but blood already stained his fingers, as though preparing to make the first mark. Parsons caught his wrist.

“What, you’re going to stop me?”

Instead, Parsons produced a card and tossed it onto the man’s body. The card dissolved like water and disappeared into the skin.

“If the law delivers a fair judgment, the matter ends here. If not—we settle it in the game.” Then he glanced at Jiang Jitang. “From now on, we’re accomplices.”

Jiang Jitang laughed and hooked his arm around Parsons’ neck. “I’m going to stain you black.”

“I’ll savor it like fine wine.”

They hadn’t been on the first floor long when the East Capital Player Center arrived. The mastermind was unconscious, but the BGM hadn’t stopped. Wearing odd expressions, the officials took these people away, leaving only the East Capital representative they’d met briefly before.

“Comrade Jiang…” The representative rubbed his hands nervously.

“I have no intention of moving anywhere other than Jin City,” Jiang Jitang replied instantly.

Huh? He rejected the offer before it was even made?

The representative looked regretful. This wall was too solid. So he moved on. “We didn’t expect the mastermind to be in the East Capital, let alone caught so quickly. This incident was extremely dangerous, and it’s thanks to your efforts that it was resolved safely.”

“No one expected the culprit to visit the East Capital to observe the crime scene. Maybe all criminals like to see their results.” Like how people often look back into the toilet to check what they just flushed out.

“It was also sheer luck. I didn’t plan to catch him. He delivered himself. The joy of being chased by bonuses—who would understand?”

The main suspect needed to be secured quickly, so after those few words, the representative left.

Jiang Jitang and Parsons went to the restaurant, ordered a few bowls of wontons, and called it dinner. Afterward, they returned to their booked room—one sat on the sofa handling work, the other played a mini-game, and now went to wash up.

Listening to the water running, Parsons inexplicably felt at ease. The darkened computer screen reflected his soft expression.

After quickly finishing a few orders, Parsons opened the Cube World forum.

He frowned.

Even with confidentiality agreements, among seven hundred players involved, someone had spoken to close friends—and the rumor spread. Now, C-Nation’s healer was the hottest topic on the forum.

Previously, the largest-scale healing item could treat a hundred people at once, but it couldn’t repair severed limbs or fully remove curses—and was still one-time use.

But the large healing array that appeared in East Capital far exceeded all understanding. Players speculated about its origin. Even conservatively, it had to be a Ninth-Level dungeon item. No one knew if the item had been used up after this incident.

Jiang Xingzhou shared the same concern and called Jiang Jitang.

Jiang Jitang had just finished showering. He dried his hair as he answered the phone.

“Healing more than seven hundred people at once—did it affect you badly?” Jiang Xingzhou asked. She was worried that the reusable healing item had been exhausted, downgraded, or made unusable.

If so, she would have to resign to take responsibility. After all, Jiang Jitang made that decision mainly because of her.

Before she left, she also needed to secure compensation and a bonus for this honest kid.

“There’s a slight impact, but it’s not a big problem,” Jiang Jitang replied. “But to catch the mastermind, I did use a particularly useful item.”

“I’ll reimburse it.”

Jiang Jitang being fine was the best news—but appropriate compensation was still necessary.

Jiang Xingzhou planned to carve a piece of flesh off the East Capital Player Representative. Their side had sacrificed too much—even a high-level healing item had been ‘affected’. After all, the East Capital officials had plenty of money.

“Thank you, Minister.”

From both a citizen’s and collaborator’s standpoint, Jin City’s officials handled everything well, and Minister Jiang was easy to work with. Jiang Jitang had no desire to change departments or leaders—he was still planning to collect his pension in the future.

“Oh, right, the person Parsons caught—he also nabbed the mastermind behind it all.” Jiang Jitang reminded her again. Whether Jiang Jitang himself got credit didn’t matter, but Parsons’ contribution could not be overlooked.

“I’ll report it.” Jiang Xingzhou remembered that Parsons wanted to apply for citizenship—this would be considered a contribution.

“We prefer to keep a low profile.”

“…Understood. Sealed and redacted.” A top-level intelligence agent capturing a spy mastermind—this was indeed not suitable for public release.

They ended the call. Jiang Jitang walked out of the bathroom and saw a large tray of pastries and fruit tea on the coffee table. “What’s this?”

“Complimentary supper from the hotel.” Parsons picked up the teapot and poured them each a cup. The light brown tea released a sweet fragrance.

“Steeped pear tea.” Jiang Jitang recognized it instantly.

Refreshing pear tea, paired with several square pastries—sweet but not cloying. The bean fillings had just the right graininess, the outer skin thin and chewy, yet not sticky.

“Tasty.”

Besides the tea and bean pastries, there was also a bowl of almond tofu, several pieces of golden corn cake, and a plate of cut fruit—each delicious in its own way.

They had just eaten wontons but were hungry again—just in time for supper.

Workaholic Parsons held a fork while his eyes stayed on the computer screen. Jiang Jitang held tea in one hand and a corn cake in the other, watching little snack videos on his phone.

Behind them, the small black dragon manifested from the magic sword bounced around on the bed, playing pillow fight with the big-eye creature.

No one admired East Capital’s beautiful night view.

“To be able to use magic in this world, one must implant a magic core—that is, a medium,” Jiang Jitang suddenly said.

Parsons paused and lifted his head.

“In truth, I have no magic talent. I exchanged my lifespan directly for magic talent. I went to the Central Temple because my lifespan was running out—I couldn’t just leave them with a sudden, abrupt ending.”

The teacup at the edge of the table slipped and tea spilled everywhere.

Parsons stared at him blankly. He recognized every word, yet together they sounded so unfamiliar.

Seeing this, Jiang Jitang began to laugh. “That’s my greatest secret. Everything I have is borrowed. I just want to leave something behind in this world. If the body cannot remain—then let the spirit stay.”

“That’s why you always give everything your all.” Not treating every day like the last—but truly having only that many days. Live one day, one day fewer. He left himself no retreat because he truly had none.

Parsons recalled countless past details. He asked himself—why didn’t I notice?

Why did I know his ‘madness’ yet never dig deeper?

“You said after I died, you went to the place I lived—then you must’ve seen the man in the basement?” Jiang Jitang looked into his eyes, straight into his soul.

“He was my biological father—the old duke. He didn’t die in that terrible plague, but was imprisoned there, living in perpetual darkness. Of course, I was responsible enough. His meals were regular—unlike him, who always forgot.”

“I know.” Parsons cleaned up the spilled teacup. “I’ve already cleaned up the traces there. As for the old duke—I handed him over to the Lich.”

“Eh?” Jiang Jitang froze. “You handed him to the Lich? You even did cleanup? You…”

“Probably because I’m not a good person either.” Parsons smiled faintly. After all, a truly good person wouldn’t be friends with the rebel army leader.

At that moment, he didn’t think of anything else—only that whether it was the rebel leader or Duke Illman, neither could be left exposed to attacks regarding imprisoning his biological father.

Illman could be criticized—but not slandered.

And private life was the easiest to be twisted, the costliest weapon.

In the magic world, there were countless ways to uncover secrets—unless a person vanished entirely.

Only a Lich could erase even the soul.

Parsons personally watched the old duke turn into pure energy under the curse, then left the Lich’s lair.

“He created the plague. Shaman and the old butler who raised me both died in it. They died, countless people on the territory died—why should the culprit live?

“He killed my family.”

Jiang Jitang fell into his memories—his eyes heavy with fog, devoid of light.

Parsons finally understood why he was able to break free from his class and bloodline, to point his sword at the nobility and the church—because he was not the duke’s son, but the child of slaves and commoners.

His identity was defined by ‘family.’

“Too cowardly to resist the church and royalty who ruled his life—yet able to vent his fury on powerless ordinary people. A coward.”

Jiang Jitang sneered. “He’ll be in that very room where he imprisoned me, watching the ‘ignorant commoners’ defeat the royal and divine power he considered untouchable.”

“I told him—you stormed the Divine Temple. That the flames of the rebellion spread across the continent. That royal houses tremble in fear. That the church’s foundation has been destroyed.” Parsons looked at Jiang Jitang, so close.

One soul, two faces, two worlds—but in that moment, they merged.

They cursed him for dragging magic down from the altar, making it available to all. They cursed him for seizing land and livestock, acting wild and brutal.

The pen lies in the hands of the literati. By the time Parsons left those lands, Illman had become the apocalyptic villain of legends. The once-enchanting duke who mesmerized countless women had been twisted into a grotesque succubus, using evil powers to corrupt the world.

And yet, countless people still walked the path he once walked.

“He yearned to—but couldn’t. You did it.”

Jiang Jitang was silent for a few seconds. Then he suddenly smiled. “I still ought to thank him. On the path opposite to his, I found my career. For that, I can pay any price.” Apart from his ideals, he had nothing—he too was someone with nothing left.

He looked at Parsons. “I am the price—and so are you.”

His gaze was calm, rational, pure—and truly cruel. Yet Parsons hopelessly realized that even such cruelty was still beautiful and compelling.

“It’s an honor—to be your price.”

“You pursue your dream with unwavering determination— and I pursue your unwavering determination.”