Chapter 1:
Chapter 1- My Job Is… Mana Delivery?
Reincarnated as a mana delivery guy
The last thing I remembered was the beep of the convenience store register. Then the slam of a runaway truck.And then—blackness.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on soft grass under a sky that looked like it had been painted with magic itself—too blue, too wide, too unreal.
“Ah, so you’re awake.”
A girl in a white robe was staring down at me, floating in midair with wings made of pure light. Great, I thought. It’s the classic reincarnation goddess routine.
I sat up. “Let me guess. You’re here to tell me I’ve been chosen to be the Hero, right? Sword, magic, hot elf girlfriend, the works?”
She tilted her head. “Hero? Oh no. That role’s already filled. You… are our delivery guy.”
“…Come again?”
She clapped her hands, and a glowing bag appeared at my feet. It was a leather satchel with a shimmering rune etched into the flap. I touched it, and a jolt of energy zipped up my arm.
“This is the Mana Satchel,” she explained. “In this world, mana is the essence of life. It fuels spells, heals wounds, keeps machines running, and even powers cities. But unlike water or food, mana can’t be stored easily—it must be delivered, fresh and pure.”
“And I’m the… pizza guy for mana?”
Her wings fluttered. “Mana Delivery Specialist.”
I buried my face in my hands. “I got isekai’d into FedEx.”
“You’ll find it rewarding!” she insisted. “Quick deliveries, grateful clients, and—well, occasional danger, but nothing you can’t handle.”
Before I could protest further, a bell chimed inside the satchel. I pulled it open, and inside was a glowing blue crystal wrapped like a take-out order. A slip of paper floated above it.
Simulation Order #001: 3 Units of Mana—Destination: Westfield Village Healer’s Clinic. Time Limit: 30 minutes.
The paper dissolved. My boots glowed. And before I could scream “I want a refund on my reincarnation,” my body shot forward like a human rocket.
“WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
By the time I skidded to a stop outside a thatched-roof building, my lungs were burning. A woman in an apron ran out, panic in her eyes.
“You’re the delivery boy? Thank goodness! We need the mana now—the healer can’t keep the patient stable without it!”
I shoved the satchel forward. The crystal floated out and melted into the healer’s hands, glowing as he pressed it against a child’s chest. The boy’s pale face slowly regained color.
The woman clasped her hands, tears welling up. “You saved him… thank you!”
I froze. My heart, still racing from the sprint, skipped a beat. I didn’t cast a spell. I didn’t swing a sword. I just… delivered something. And it saved someone’s life.
The satchel chimed again.
Simulation Order #002: Urgent Delivery—Flame Mana, 10 Units. Destination: Volcran Ridge. Time Limit: 1 hour.
The healer looked up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. “Delivery boy… we’re counting on you.”
I groaned. “This is going to kill me faster than the truck.”
But when the satchel glowed again, my legs moved on their own. And somehow, for the first time in a long time…I didn’t hate my job.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on soft grass under a sky that looked like it had been painted with magic itself—too blue, too wide, too unreal.
“Ah, so you’re awake.”
A girl in a white robe was staring down at me, floating in midair with wings made of pure light. Great, I thought. It’s the classic reincarnation goddess routine.
I sat up. “Let me guess. You’re here to tell me I’ve been chosen to be the Hero, right? Sword, magic, hot elf girlfriend, the works?”
She tilted her head. “Hero? Oh no. That role’s already filled. You… are our delivery guy.”
“…Come again?”
She clapped her hands, and a glowing bag appeared at my feet. It was a leather satchel with a shimmering rune etched into the flap. I touched it, and a jolt of energy zipped up my arm.
“This is the Mana Satchel,” she explained. “In this world, mana is the essence of life. It fuels spells, heals wounds, keeps machines running, and even powers cities. But unlike water or food, mana can’t be stored easily—it must be delivered, fresh and pure.”
“And I’m the… pizza guy for mana?”
Her wings fluttered. “Mana Delivery Specialist.”
I buried my face in my hands. “I got isekai’d into FedEx.”
“You’ll find it rewarding!” she insisted. “Quick deliveries, grateful clients, and—well, occasional danger, but nothing you can’t handle.”
Before I could protest further, a bell chimed inside the satchel. I pulled it open, and inside was a glowing blue crystal wrapped like a take-out order. A slip of paper floated above it.
Simulation Order #001: 3 Units of Mana—Destination: Westfield Village Healer’s Clinic. Time Limit: 30 minutes.
The paper dissolved. My boots glowed. And before I could scream “I want a refund on my reincarnation,” my body shot forward like a human rocket.
“WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
By the time I skidded to a stop outside a thatched-roof building, my lungs were burning. A woman in an apron ran out, panic in her eyes.
“You’re the delivery boy? Thank goodness! We need the mana now—the healer can’t keep the patient stable without it!”
I shoved the satchel forward. The crystal floated out and melted into the healer’s hands, glowing as he pressed it against a child’s chest. The boy’s pale face slowly regained color.
The woman clasped her hands, tears welling up. “You saved him… thank you!”
I froze. My heart, still racing from the sprint, skipped a beat. I didn’t cast a spell. I didn’t swing a sword. I just… delivered something. And it saved someone’s life.
The satchel chimed again.
Simulation Order #002: Urgent Delivery—Flame Mana, 10 Units. Destination: Volcran Ridge. Time Limit: 1 hour.
The healer looked up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. “Delivery boy… we’re counting on you.”
I groaned. “This is going to kill me faster than the truck.”
But when the satchel glowed again, my legs moved on their own. And somehow, for the first time in a long time…I didn’t hate my job.
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