Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH160

Chapter 160

A fish this big couldn’t be eaten in one meal.

Since the fish had practically delivered itself to him, how could Jiang Jitang let it get away?

Provoked, Jiang Jitang held his gun in one hand — it was loaded with high-potency tranquilizer. Today, he had to use up one of his cargo passes.

The monster’s size meant it required a massive amount of sedative.

It had already eaten some earlier, and now Jiang Jitang fired several more shots. The enormous creature only shook its head lightly, as if it were drunk, but instantly sobered again.

The tranquilizer works, but the monster is far too massive — the dosage isn’t enough.

He immediately handed the helicopter control to autopilot, spent points, and exchanged his tranquilizer gun for a cannon — also loaded with tranquilizer, but in super-large doses.

The cannon muzzle locked onto the giant creature in the water.

Sensing danger, the giant fish frantically dove toward the depths. Within seconds, the large island had been reduced to just a reef. But that was enough — Jiang Jitang took advantage of the momentum and fired a massive tranquilizer round straight into the fish’s head. Then he quickly reloaded and continued blasting.

The high-tech rocket launcher had a shock-absorption mode, yet after several shots, his hands and shoulders were still numb from the recoil. Thankfully, the shots were extremely effective.

The armor-piercing ammunition shattered the unbelievably hard skull, injecting tranquilizer into the brain under the force of the booster.

The fish instinctively sensed something was wrong and used its last bit of strength to flee in panic.

The “reef” quickly disappeared; only endless dark shadows remained on the ocean surface.

At this point, Jiang Jitang had no intention of letting it go. He was about to switch the helicopter into a submarine — when suddenly the sea began to churn. The fading shadow resurfaced even faster than before.

Had the tranquilizer fully taken effect?

Jiang Jitang made an immediate decision — he pulled the helicopter almost straight upward to dodge the giant creature rapidly rising from the water.

Boom! Waves erupted, water splashed everywhere — it came out!

From the exploding ocean emerged a rounded dome. Its black skin shimmered with tiny black scales, sparkling like diamonds. The dome grew larger and larger, bulging higher and higher.

The sea churned as if stirred by an invisible giant hand — the whirlpool expanded, and the waves grew taller.

Jiang Jitang flew higher, avoiding both the creature bursting from the sea and the almost-ripped-apart ocean.

Just as he distanced himself, the sea violently trembled and spat something out. Then the raging waves gradually calmed.

The thing below finally appeared in full. The water steadied somewhat, and Jiang Jitang looked down — one glance almost made him forget how to fly.

The colossal black mountain sprawled across the ocean for several kilometers — was this the “big fish” that had attacked him earlier?

This… this was way too big!

And this was only what was above the surface. Around the “black mound of flesh,” he could clearly see darker shadows — meaning there was an even larger mass underwater.

“Damn… Qitan fought this kind of monster back then? She shouldn’t just be proud — she should’ve become a goddess.”
Without high-tech weapons, a monster like this — in the water — even with Parsons helping, they might barely manage. Alone? He would never have been able to keep such a delicacy.

“Sea beasts have size classes,” the system muttered.

“Heh, big or small, doesn’t matter. I spent tens of thousands of points — this fish is mine.”
Jiang Jitang happily tried to store his prize. But after waving his hand — the giant fish didn’t move at all.

…Awkward. His item-holder backpack didn’t have enough space.

“Level-up requires 100,000 points. Deducting now. Auto-upgrade.”
Thanks to his booming Dream-Fulfillment Food House, he had seven-figure points. He didn’t care about “small change.”

The backpack upgraded to Level 5 — Infinite-Space Storage: freely partitionable, vacuum or non-vacuum optional, adjustable temperature, adjustable pressure, time dilation 0.01–100, zero weight, usable in all situations. Final form. Not upgradable.

“Huh? This is the final form? I thought it could evolve into some kind of living-space dimension.”

“As a task-holder toolkit, it’s already more than enough,” the system said pointedly. Basically saying: It’s just a tool, and you’re still not satisfied? Want to ascend to heaven?

Jiang Jitang had nothing to say. For tasks, this was more than enough — he could even mass-produce diamonds with it.

He stored the giant fish. The sea instantly collapsed into a massive pit, sending water from all directions rushing inward and exploding into fountains.

The scene didn’t interest Jiang Jitang — he continued searching along his planned route:
If the boat wouldn’t appear — then at least the fish did.

After over two hours of scanning the sea, his eyes almost going blurry, Jiang Jitang finally found Qitan’s canoe wedged between reef cracks.

The decades-old wood, even with Qitan’s careful maintenance, was filled with holes. Thanks to quality lumber, the structure had held together — surviving long enough for Jiang Jitang to find it.

Carrying the dripping canoe, he returned in a straight line — less than an hour.
But the round-trip had taken over four hours, and by then Qitan’s children had already found their mother dead.

One child brought food as usual but found the cave empty. They called the other two. The three found their mother at the cliff — cold and lifeless.

They wept bitterly, covered her with cloth, placed personal belongings beside her, buried her, and set three stones to mark the grave.

When Jiang Jitang returned, that’s what he saw — a filled grave and three large stones.

“Sorry… I came too late.”
He touched the stones and looked up at the darkening sky.

What now?
Leaving the canoe here meant animals or humans might take it. He couldn’t dig up her grave to bury it with her — she was already resting in peace.

He had no choice but to dig another pit beside it using his military shovel. He placed the canoe inside and covered it with soil.

It took him hours. While he was at it, he transplanted a tree beside her grave — so birds could visit and keep her company.

He hoped this stubborn, lonely old woman wouldn’t hate his presumptuousness.

By the time he finished, night had fallen completely. Covered in dirt and sweat, his slight cleanliness OCD was miserable. He rubbed his shoulders and returned to Blue Star.

He had used one cargo pass — the giant fish was with him. But so were the dust and exhaustion; even his wrists were sore.

Still, thinking about his unexpected gain, he didn’t care — even if his wrists broke, he’d still be thrilled.

The house was empty. After a quick battle-shower, he cut a small piece of fish meat to test the taste.

This fish — who knew how it grew underwater — clearly a fish, but its meat was a vivid red. He first tried sashimi.

The meat was so firm and heavy he worried it might be too tough to chew, so he sliced it paper-thin — one millimeter.

Strangely, before cutting it was bright red; sliced thin, it became a translucent pinkish red. Arranged on a porcelain plate like petals, it resembled a crystal rose — dazzling and beautiful.

He picked up a slice and placed it in his mouth — instantly covering his mouth with both hands.

One gentle bite, and the fish released tiny electric bursts of energy, tingling across the soft flesh inside his mouth.

The sensation was indescribably pleasant — as if every corner of his mouth had been carefully cleansed, a heavy shell peeled away, leaving a refreshing clarity.

Even more incredible — though it was cold sashimi, it melted into a warm current, spreading heat throughout his body, driving out the cold, bathing each cell in a hot spring — pure bliss down to his bones.

He had prepared wasabi as dipping sauce, but now he felt that any seasoning in the world would defile this fish.

“You have crafted ‘Rose Sashimi.’ Five-star. Details as follows…”
The system chimed — another five-star dish.

Rose Sashimi (5?)
Made from deep-sea beast meat. Weight: 100g.
Effects:
• Permanent Constitution +5
• Permanent Agility +5
• Toxin Accumulation -5
• Effects weaken after 3 servings; null after 10.
• Shelf life 72 hours at room temp; consume within 6 hours after opening.

“Parsi~ big brother will feed you fish forever~”

Parsons’ temple twitched. He couldn’t bring himself to say “big brother.”
“Did Emi harvest something again today?”

“Yup! You know the Kunpeng, right? I caught one.”
Jiang Jitang even hummed, ‘The fish is so big, it can’t fit in one pot — steam half, grill half…’

He told Parsons, Sister Xia, Minister Jiang, and Mr. Tao. By now, half the East District officials knew he had caught a Kun.

Mr. Tao originally wanted to gently warn him not to flaunt wealth, but the next second Jiang Jitang convinced him otherwise.

“Starting this month, I’ll provide one ton of fish meat every month to make high-star special cuisines. But they won’t be sold in my shop — they’ll be distributed as special rewards.

“These special foods will continue until the Cube World leaves.

“Distribute them however you see fit. I’ll just provide the goods. Of course, business is business — headquarters won’t let me lose money, right?”

“That is natural,” Mr. Tao said seriously.

Once the call ended, his seriousness broke.
He looked mysteriously at his colleagues: “You all… know the Kun, right?”

Colleagues: …?

Jiang Jitang had calculated it — even giving out one ton per month until the Cube World ended, the fish would only suffer a few scratches.

It was simply too massive — only the ocean could raise such a monster.

If he ate alone, he’d never finish it in his lifetime.
If he shared, he could exchange it for money — or reputation.

And what better timing than now, giving it to the country?

The government needed something powerful to unify the people.
Money? He’d get it.
Reputation? Also his.

As for danger — he was already a magnet for hatred because of the Dream-Fulfillment Food House. A bit more made no difference.

Later, Jiang Jitang experimented with the fish and created three best dishes:
Rose Sashimi, Lemon-Tomato Fish Slices, Golden Pan-Fried Fish Steak.

Each used exactly 100g of meat.
He ate all three — still only half full.

All were five-star dishes — the fish’s natural energy promoted detox and beauty, so their stat boosts centered on that.

The Lemon-Tomato Fish Slices were especially special — aside from permanent stats, they granted “Radiant Glow” for 30 days. Fatal temptation for beauty lovers.

Unfortunately, these effects were useless to Jiang Jitang — his physical timeline was fixed; stats would barely change unless he received another god-level buff.

Luckily, they still worked on Mrs. Jiang and Parsons — so he hadn’t fished in vain.

Mr. Tao was efficient — that same afternoon, the plane carrying ten thousand servings departed for the capital. On the way back, Jiang Jitang detoured half the city to the wholesale market for materials — preparing for his final task.

Budget: 160 yuan.
Goal: prepare a ritual dance outfit for An.

An was the daughter of a mountain tribe’s shaman and her first husband. Born with exceptional talent, she was raised as the next shaman.
But things changed.

One day, her mother began rejecting her, refusing to let her near rituals.

Emotion alone wouldn’t harm An — until a new successor appeared.

The shaman had three husbands. Her third husband was thirteen years younger, stolen from another tribe, handsome, smooth-tongued, deeply favored. Their young daughter had even higher talent than An.

An was no longer the only choice.

The shaman began openly scolding and belittling her eldest daughter, searching for reasons to strip her position. But An never made mistakes.

The fewer her mistakes, the more selfish the shaman looked — even the tribe chief had to intervene.

But things grew worse.

The shaman fabricated faults about her first husband and expelled him back to his original small tribe. Then, claiming “the father is incompetent,” she stripped An of succession rights.

And that wasn’t the end — An saw killing intent in her mother’s eyes.

If she didn’t leave, she would disappear without a trace.

Power-hungry people, regardless of gender, become ruthless. So before her mother moved to kill, An escaped with her father to a small tribe — one without a shaman.

The Little Stream Tribe welcomed the exiled successor warmly, sharing precious food to keep her alive through the deadly winter.

Their warmth melted An’s frozen heart — she accepted her new identity.

From now on, she would be the shaman of the Little Stream Tribe.

After resting through winter, she emerged for the spring planting ritual.

But there was a problem — the Little Stream Tribe was poor. They normally piggybacked off other tribes’ rituals. Now they didn’t even have the ritual clothing or instruments for the ceremony.

An decided to trade her only valuable possession — the bone flute she had brought from the mountain tribe — for ritual attire.

She could go without a flute.
But the Little Stream Tribe had to have its own spring ritual.

Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History