In a world where magic was woven into daily life, a small boy—barely two years old—crawled across the floor, his tiny hands reaching for the floating plate hovering before him. It had no support, as if suspended by air itself.
A young girl in a noble dress beamed with pride, watching the stunned face of her little brother, Henry. He held one finger in his mouth, giggling softly, his pink eyes wide with wonder.
But in that moment, the girl lost control of her spell. The plate crashed down with a sharp crack, startling the boy. His laughter died instantly. His gaze went blank, not a cry on his lips, but an empty stare, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Henry! I'm so sorry!" The girl—only five herself—snatched him into her arms, hugging him tight, her voice breaking with guilt. She thought it was her fault. But little did she know, Henry was no longer seeing her at all. His mind was filled with images of another world: a man in his mid-twenties, bleeding out on a stranger's doorstep, a parcel lying safely on the doormat. The memory made the baby smile faintly in relief.
So… I've been reborn?
The light returned to his eyes. His small heart raced at the realization, panic mixing with awe. He glanced down at his chubby little hands, so soft and unfamiliar, and the truth sank in. He no longer belonged to the world he left behind. And yet, knowing he had fulfilled his duty even in death—that his last delivery had been completed—brought him comfort. Enough to let him adapt quickly, enough to embrace this strange new reality.
How incredible… I can remember my days as a baby, and also as the man I once was. He thought, sinking into the warmth of his sister's hug.
Then the pain struck. A sharp cry tore from his throat as his head split with searing agony. His sister panicked, calling for help. Servants rushed into the room, all while she tried to explain through tears that it was her fault, that her magic had scared him too much.
But the truth was something else entirely. In Henry's eyes, golden and black light intertwined, swirling like a storm. Before him, suspended in the air where none could see, a glowing screen unfolded:
[Name — Henry Rosenthal]
[Social status—Noble born]
[Occupation — Courier]
[Occupation Level — 1]
[Combat Level — 1]
[Age — 2]
[Race — Human/??]
[Skill Points — 0]
[Achievements — 1]
[Skills — None Yet]
[Quests — None Available]
What is this?
His eyes nearly popped from their sockets, though his wailing cries masked the shock that thundered through him. His tiny heart could barely handle the amazement. It was as if he had fallen into one of those video games he used to play in his spare time.
He stretched out a finger toward the glowing screen. Nothing reacted. He couldn't click, couldn't swipe, yet the surface shimmered as if it were both solid and flexible at once.
This world… it truly is a place of magic.
Excitement churned in his mind. His gaze fixed on a single detail that made his chest swell with warmth: his occupation. Courier. Coincidence?
No… not quite. He would soon discover why.
Another spike of pain split his skull, his vision flooding with the last words he had seen at death's door.
Delivery System.
Henry's tiny fists clenched—not from agony, but from a fierce determination that burned through his fragile body. So be it. The pain, the fear, the tears rolling down his cheeks didn't matter anymore.
I'll become the greatest delivery man in this world!
No…
He shook his little head, tears spilling faster as the servants swarmed to comfort him, desperate to soothe the cries before his mother heard.
I'll become the Delivery God in a world of magic. Even if it's a foolish dream… I'll work until the world itself unites beneath the power of delivery.
"Who dares make my baby cry?!"
A voice roared like a lioness, echoing through the halls. In that instant, the glowing screen before Henry's eyes vanished like smoke on the wind.
"M-Mother, I—" The girl's golden hair bounced as their mother all but tore Henry out of her arms.
"Cristy, you're five now! How can you be so irresponsible?" The young woman—no older than twenty-four—scolded her daughter, then kissed Henry's forehead to calm him. The little girl's eyes filled at once, and the room turned heavy.
Is Mother angry? Henry thought. He felt guilty. None of this was Cristy's fault; it was his awakening. He watched the screen fade as his mother swept him away, pressed a small plush rabbit into his hands, and rocked him in her chambers until his crying eased.
What should I do now? He looked around the vast room, curiosity burning for the vanished screen. His mother finally drifted to sleep, and boredom crept in at the edge of the bed.
I should sneak out… Cristy would like this rabbit more than I do. He giggled at the thought. As if answering his mind, gold and black smoke curled together, coalescing into a screen before his eyes:
[You have received a new quest — Deliver the plush bunny to your sister.]
[Reward — 10 Skill Points]
[Duration — 10 Minutes]
Oh my god! Thrill rushed through him like fire. He scanned for a way down from the high mattress. Jumping straight would break him, but a pillow had fallen near his mother's head. He crawled carefully over her, held his breath, and slid off. He landed face-first in the cushion—safe, if undignified.
The timer pulsed. Five minutes left. He wriggled to the door, nudged it wider through a narrow gap, checked the hall, and set off toward Cristy's room, the plush bunny clamped between his teeth. He scuttled on all fours as fast as his little limbs allowed.
Though the quest was small, his purpose felt grand. When he reached Cristy's door, it was shut tight.
Would it seem strange if I knock? Time bled away—one minute left. He balled a tiny fist and tapped, again and again.
It was barely a sound, but it was enough. The door eased open.
At first Cristy saw no one. Then a happy baby giggle drew her gaze down. Henry sat on the floor, arms outstretched, offering the plush bunny with both hands.
Her heart melted. The scolding was forgotten. She knelt, took the toy, and swept him up in a fierce hug. "For me? Thank you, Henry!"
At the same time, Henry stared past her shoulder at the screen, eyes wide.
T-That has to be a bug… right?
[You have successfully completed your first delivery!]
[Reward — 10,000 Skill Points]