Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH58

Chapter 58

The three stone troughs were placed one by one onto the steel frame. Jiang Jitang didn’t rush to lay pebbles or anything else. Instead, he rummaged through a corner of the cluttered piles for a sun-faded bamboo tube. He split open the top, carved a few holes with his tools, and began installing the main body of the filter.

This solar-powered filter had no battery; it only worked when the sun shone, stopping when it didn’t. But it was powerful—water could be pumped even to a platform a meter high.

Jiang Jitang positioned the turtle-shell-shaped water outlet in the corner of the bottom stone trough, using quick-drying glue and snow wave stone fragments to build a faux mountain, hiding the outlet.

The rest of the filter ran through the steel frame, secured to the edge of the top stone trough.

Water pumped up would pass through the filter medium in the bamboo tube—cotton, ceramic balls, bamboo charcoal—and then flow through the holes into the lower troughs.

Thus, a simple filtration system was complete. Whenever the solar panel received sunlight, it would work.

“Five thirty?” The warm aroma of rice wafted from next door. Glancing up, a faint red tint appeared in the sky—the color of sunset.

Jiang Jitang decided to hurry.

The top trough would be a public area, and the two lower troughs needed partitions. Using dividers, he divided each trough into three sections, each about 30 cm wide—enough for small magical beasts.

He fixed the dividers with strong glue. For extra stability, he built faux rock formations from driftwood and snow wave stones, anchoring them to one corner of each divider. He tucked in some fake aquatic plants, giving it a proper aesthetic.

Soon, the public trough and partitions were set up. Only the substrate and aquatic animals were left.

The previously soaked rainflower stones, yellow wax stones, volcanic rocks, and quartz sand were ready. Some partitions received white quartz sand, others volcanic rock, and some transparent sea glass. Most, however, had colorful rainflower stones.

Of the two larger yellow wax stones, he placed one in the public trough and one in a partition.

Finally, he would add small fish-and-shrimp hiding houses made of yellow-brown clay.

“This is it. Now it all depends.” He carefully tilted the water through the long tube, but even with care, the flow displaced a few small stones.

He quickly adjusted the disturbed areas, then angled the solar panel so that the sun’s rays hit it.

Time to witness a miracle.

“Whoosh—” The fan in the turtle-shell water outlet spun. Water from the bottom trough was sucked up through the tube.

Previously murky water passed through the filter, emerging clean. The small stream landed on green faux leaves in the top trough, creating tiny droplets like rain.

As the top trough filled, excess water flowed through the pre-drilled holes into the middle trough. When that filled, water spilled through holes into the bottom trough.

Jiang Jitang held his breath, watching. Only when the droplets completed the cycle as he had envisioned did he exhale slowly.

It worked.

Golden light slanted down, glinting off the water spilling from the bamboo tube and troughs. The sound tinkled crisply, like a gentle soul massage, dissipating the summer heat.

He leaned back and smiled, pride shining brighter than the sunlight on the tiered fish pond.

“Eh, not bad. Just didn’t have enough time; cement would allow more shaping,” he murmured.

The setup needed to settle for a while to see if repairs were needed, but the final task required completion. Looking at his sweat-damp clothes and dust-covered body, he realized he needed a shower.

After bathing and drying his hair, he put on a white T-shirt with a small yellow chick motif and a matching cap with little wings—a full-of-childlike-wonder look.

—

Jiang Jitang entered the task world, beaming.

Before he could explore the magical beast world, something suddenly landed on his face—soft, fluffy, warm, like an electric blanket.

It was summer, and it was hot.

“Ah, sorry! Fire Chicken, get down! That’s a hat, not one of your kind!”

“…” Jiang Jitang silently removed the oversized yellow chick that almost blocked his breathing. The chick, grabbed by its wing base, angrily spit small flames, hitting his face.

Though sparks flew, nothing serious happened.

“Sorry!” a caretaker cried.

“It’s okay.” Jiang Jitang was reluctant to return it—how comfortable would it be to cuddle in winter?

The magical beast world resembled Earth: blue skies, white clouds, gentle breeze, rich plant fragrance.

The system had said the environment was better here, and it was true.

He stood beneath a large tree, branches wide like an umbrella. It was entirely wild, untouched.

Other than buildings, roads, and farmland, everything else remained natural. The government preserved the environment as much as possible—likely for the beasts.

In his view, brightly colored small houses dotted the edges of divided farmland. Waterwheels turned above streams. Far-off green mountains glowed vividly.

The landscape overlapped Jin City’s northwest agricultural zone—the origin of its high-quality fruits and vegetables—but the sky and land colors here were more vivid.

Ahead, a boy with a backpack clutched the runaway yellow chick, trying to push it back. The chick resisted, spraying tiny flames, though barely warm.

Jiang Jitang stared at the creature—the first magical beast he’d seen. Fat, nearly oval, squeaking as if claiming the hat.

“Do you like it? Here.” He removed his hat, offering it to the chick. The leaves on it had been absorbed; the hat was purely decorative today.

“Cluck?” The chick’s tiny eyes brightened. It wriggled from the caretaker’s arms, grabbed the hat, and rubbed against Jiang Jitang’s face affectionately.

“Sorry!” The caretaker nearly cried.

“No worries, I have plenty of hats.” Clearly, it liked hats—and could understand beast speech?

Jiang Jitang examined the boy, likely an elementary student. Aside from having a magical beast, he was otherwise like any Earth child.

His backpack was unusual: wider, with cat-like ventilation holes—probably where the chick escaped from.

Thinking of his three tasks, Jiang Jitang envied the children here—they could bring magical beasts to school. On Earth, his Golden Beetle had gotten him called to the principal.

Unfair!

He remembered his childhood attempt to bring the beetles to school—roped by cotton strings, flying everywhere. Other classes crowded out to watch, shouting they wanted pets at school too.

It had been a lively afternoon: children calling, teachers running, even the principal stirred. The unremarkable village school had never seen such an event. If he wasn’t called, who was?

—

After saying goodbye to the caretaker, Jiang Jitang followed the task guidance to a building with red glazed tiles.

A country villa, over 100 sqm, with a yard and garage. But the “car” wasn’t mechanical—it was a lazy, golden cat scratching itself with its hind legs.

“Meow.”

Jiang Jitang watched the cat transform into a car-like shuttle, though briefly, before reverting to scratch again.

“Can the tasker’s vehicle simulate this?” he wondered mischievously—acquiring both a car and a cat.

No response from the bubble box—mocking his naivety.

The cat had noticed him outside, eyes curious and friendly. But since he didn’t enter, it did nothing.

Jiang Jitang didn’t rush. Listening inside, he heard a young woman scolding someone:

“I said many times, tasks can only be issued at the Magical Beast Protection Center. There’s a fee, but no cheating. And you, reckless fellow, issuing tasks outside and sending rewards in advance!”

“What can I do? Can I get my money back?” the child cried. “That’s all my savings.”

“Crying won’t help. Consider it a lesson. Buying an evolution gem for 1,200? Only you would believe it. Kids’ money is easy to scam.”

The girl vented: “Mom spent tens of thousands evolving her gem snail. One ordinary water opal. 1,200—at most, even if honest, only cheap substitutes like Sante stones. The worst quality.”

The child’s crying intensified.

Outside, Jiang Jitang rubbed his cheek: “…” Was she talking about him?

Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang. The siblings paused.

They opened the door, seeing a tall man with black hair and pale skin shining in the sun.

“Do we have someone like this nearby?” the sister straightened her dress, smiling politely.

“Hello,” Jiang Jitang said, handing a gift bag. “1,200 yuan for the gem snail evolution stone. Task complete.”

The sister’s expression changed immediately—beauty overshadowed by money: “So it’s you.”

She had already mentally labeled him as a deceitful adult but opened the door with a polite smile: “Mind if we check it?”

“Of course not.”

“Brother, did my snail arrive?” A boy in a blue-and-white striped shirt ran out, holding a fish tank with the gem snail inside.

“Big brother,” the boy, oblivious to his sister’s expression, happily ran over. “I knew you weren’t a liar.”

“I’m not, but the next one might be,” Jiang Jitang shook his head. “You’re too bold; check with your family before deciding next time.”

“I know,” the boy scratched his head embarrassedly.

“What’s this?” The sister retrieved a polished gem from a blue satin box, fiery and yellowish transparent.

Her shallow knowledge told her it wasn’t cheap.

The snail in the tank stirred immediately, sensing its needed gem. It extended its head and foot, crawling toward the outside.

“I want it, like it,” the snail whispered faintly.

“Looks like it really likes it!” the boy exclaimed.

“I can see that.” The gem was indeed suitable for the snail—magical beast intuition surpasses any machine.

She realized her misjudgment and felt awkward about her prior attitude—luckily, no one overheard.