Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH114

Chapter 114

So the magical beasts weren’t assisting evil—they were being controlled by humans using special methods?

This proposal had no reason to reject it, but Jiang Jitang grew increasingly worried about the beasts’ plight. Domesticated beasts were suppressed by special drugs, and wild beasts were controlled by special devices. No matter what, they seemed doomed to exploitation.

Couldn’t the beasts be given a choice, the right to end an unpleasant contract?

“When I return, I will also propose that the Global Magical Beast Alliance issue a warrant against such control, legally preventing it,” the professor said, seeming to understand Jiang Jitang’s concern.

“We feel the same,” the others quickly agreed. If they didn’t truly care for beasts, they wouldn’t reject cooperation after being imprisoned and tortured. Such control of magical beasts was intolerable.

“You know where the beasts are in the lab?” Jiang Jitang asked, confused. Didn’t the task details say that he and the beasts were separated at the start?

“The beasts are my eyes, my ears, and my throat,” the professor replied.

Jiang Jitang sensed that this didn’t just mean “I can use the beasts to observe the lab.” The professor continued:

“This lab is located in the most heavily guarded underground section, but due to multiple reasons, it has no surveillance or remote-control systems.

“Once inside, we can quickly control the personnel within, then completely seal the lab. No one outside can enter through normal means.”

“Best not to use the electronic interference device, right?” Jiang Jitang understood and adapted. “Explain your plan in detail. If it’s feasible, we’ll use yours.”

“My plan is…” the professor nodded. Though previously a bit flustered, he now showed the value of surviving triple-layered confinement.

Minutes later, Jiang Jitang opened the spatial portal. A golden circle expanded, revealing a man in a white lab coat.

Without hesitation, Jiang Jitang fired—a single shot. The man in the lab coat fell instantly.

A system-made masterpiece! Honestly, even bullets weren’t this effective.

“Let’s go.” He leapt into the circle with his gun. Among the fragile researchers, he was the sole combat power—the fragile mage couldn’t help but feel a little thrilled.

Researchers from other countries, assigned different tasks, entered as well, heading to their respective targets.

The professor’s primary target was the central controller.

By design, magical beasts are born from affection—they have no inherent inclination to serve evil. Yet in Death Valley, all beasts were implanted with chips that controlled them, creating illusions and distorting perceptions.

When obeying orders, the beasts had no awareness of what they were actually doing.

“Disgusting creatures,” the professor said grimly. Even after removing control, beasts aware of their actions could develop psychological issues.

Evil often prevails in moral confrontations because evil-doers care nothing for the suffering of others.

“Then we’ll destroy the lab and let them experience the torment of mental scars,” he said, not one to feel pity for enemies.

Another relatively uninjured scholar opened the passage to the imprisoned experimental beasts. A silver door revealed a long corridor lined with caged beasts.

But it was silent. The beasts floated inside tubes like specimens.

“Tata!” The scholar’s heart dropped—but she quickly realized it was the effect of drugs.

Excluding the experimental containment space, this area was roughly 800 square meters, filled with instruments and numerous researchers.

“Who are you? What are you doing?” the lab-coated people demanded.

Jiang Jitang, blunt and decisive, had no interest in dialogue. He was here to be the MVP. Holding a tranquilizer gun, he fired at the first targets within range—quick and precise.

Falling researchers gave the remaining few a glimpse of what it was like for a scholar to meet a soldier. They crouched and ran toward the corridor, only to see a shadow on the wall…

They saw the shadow raising a gun…

Bang! A hellish sound erupted behind them.

After all researchers were neutralized, Jiang Jitang used one person’s ID card to lock the door and gave a thumbs-up: everything was smooth.

The scholar who had opened the barrier then locked the door and changed all original codes. Even the boss of the organization couldn’t open this alloy door now.

“The controller’s unlocked, the program completely destroyed. Outside is probably in chaos,” the professor said.

“All data cleared,” the scholar responsible wiped sweat from his brow.

“Now only our beasts remain.”

The scholars stood in the corridor, their eyes filled with gentle anger as they gazed at their own beasts.

“3, 2, 1.” Following the plan, the professor switched on the interference device. Signal lights on all high-precision instruments flickered for two seconds before failing. The lab plunged into darkness.

The darkness lasted only two seconds. The professor lit candles, casting gentle light across the lab.

Jiang Jitang could see transparent liquid-filled glass jars with various beasts floating inside. Tubes connected to their bodies drained blood and injected drugs.

The most dangerous were the control collars. Attempting to break a jar to rescue a beast would trigger toxins, causing extreme pain and weakening it.

The collars couldn’t be removed remotely—they triggered upon movement.

Hence, the interference device was necessary.

Now the device blocked the collar signals, extinguishing all indicator lights. The beasts didn’t immediately awaken, most keeping their eyes closed.

The scholars couldn’t contain their anger and grief, veins bulging: “They’re in terrible condition, drugs still in their system, unable to save themselves.”

“Then we’ll save them.” Jiang Jitang handed the wire cutters to the professor.

The professor took them, expressing gratitude before starting: “Thank you. You’ve saved me once again.”

“Once again?” Jiang Jitang scratched his ear, setting aside the thought, and shoved the remaining half-jar of mulberry jam into his mouth—rich and nauseatingly sweet.

But without doing so, he couldn’t open the next spatial portal.

Magical beasts, as long as the human connected by the mental bridge doesn’t give up, won’t die easily—but they’ll suffer more.

The professor’s beasts hadn’t been there long. Others, imprisoned for years, clutched their rescued beasts and wept.

The beasts even comforted them back—Jiang Jitang healed them effortlessly, like a spinach-powered strongman.

He just couldn’t think about that overly sweet jam…

Ugh, don’t think, don’t think.

“Do you need these?” Jiang Jitang asked the professor, pointing at instruments while others wept with their beasts.

The professor shook his head: “Let them disappear forever.”

“Can I take these beasts?” A scholar holding her rescued beast asked. She pointed at the freed but resentful creatures.

“There are other beasts here, unknown if their owners are imprisoned or…”

She trailed off. Whether tortured to death or abandoned, it was never good.

“Yes,” Jiang Jitang nodded. He glanced at the door—footsteps approached.

Everyone tensed. Days of imprisonment and torture had left deep pain and fear that couldn’t be overcome by will alone. Only the professor noticed what Jiang Jitang brought…

…A helicopter?!

Structurally unlike any modern helicopter. Even with little knowledge, the professor realized the materials alone were revolutionary.

The alloy door’s cutting noises echoed. Jiang Jitang opened the rear cabin: “Quick, get in.”

Everyone entered, along with the mentally scarred beasts. Jiang Jitang carried the unconscious researchers to the door.

During this, he seemed to find something useful, sprinkling it everywhere before boarding. The professor smelled alcohol.

Everyone seated, Jiang Jitang returned to the cockpit, activated the system, and a golden circle moved downward, encompassing the helicopter.

Outside, the door was opened, and a beam of white light fell on the large shadows.

Those in the rear cabin tensed, shielding their beasts and staring without blinking.

Jiang Jitang peered out, turned off the interference, and threw a flaming object: “Bye, trash.”

The fire spread along the spilled liquid, igniting circuits. Electronics flickered, sparks flew, and precision instruments smoked.

Guards opening the door were stunned—looked at the burning lab, the stacked researchers, and the huge helicopter almost disappearing.

Rescue or capture?

“Put out the fire!” a half-leader shouted in panic.

The helicopter lifted, moving away from the evil base. The rotor generated wind, and the massive machine ascended straight up.

Jiang Jitang adjusted his sleeve, humming. A cheerful voice echoed in the rear cabin:

“Dear passengers, please remain seated. The flight will last one to two hours and land in a city.”

Better to go far—who knew if nearby areas were also under enemy activity?

As the helicopter left, they saw black smoke and fleeing beasts.

The scholars muttered: “Beasts forced to serve evil… they can’t accept that, can they?”

Most controlled beasts chose to leave, a few stayed, wreaking havoc in revenge. Strong wild beasts were prime targets for control, but now their strength became a death sentence.

Jiang Jitang watched the smoke rise. The basement fire reached the ground; instruments and data were lost.

The magical beast world had weak firefighting awareness; such a large lab had no automatic fire suppression.

After this, they should understand the importance of firefighting.

Merit +1.

No time to witness the evil base’s destruction. Jiang Jitang transported everyone across the sea to another continent, setting down the scholars and their beasts.

He even took a Polaroid of the professor’s family of five.

“Goodbye. From here, you’re on your own.” With so many experts, even penniless, they should manage to find a way back. Jiang Jitang prepared to leave, still needing a place for the unclaimed beasts.

“What’s your name?” the professor asked.

“My surname is Jiang. Jiang Jitang.”

‘Jitang’ comes from the family sign “Aid Society to Benefit the People.” Initially, he disliked the name, but Mrs. Jiang persuaded him—he shouldn’t resent the elder who named him with good intentions. Unfortunately, the elder died shortly after his birth.

Jiang Jitang left the city, leading beasts no longer trusting humans into a human campus.

Beasts had their own rules and territorial divisions. Domesticated beasts were often rejected by wild ones, so the campus outskirts were safest, as taught by slum beasts.

The campus was large, with trees, ponds, and lawns. If students occasionally fed them, they could survive.

“The mental bridge connecting you to humans is gone. If you meet humans you like, you can try forming a new contract.” He reassured the abandoned beasts.

After losing an owner, the mental bridge breaks naturally—no pain, just residual difficulty forming new bonds in the future.

“Live happily—only by living can you have a chance.”