Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH61

Chapter 61

“Oh, is it a magical beast with storage abilities? Such a large space… which type could it be?” The grandmother—the principal of the village school—was already wondering what kind of magical beast it was.

She hadn’t seen this young man with a beast before. Could it be a shapeshifter?

“Is it that one?” She noticed the dark-golden bracelet with golden eyes. Shape-shifting was indeed an ability some magical beasts possessed.

This magical beast was rather unique, with large eyes.

She didn’t recognize it at all. Was it a newly discovered rare-attribute magical beast? There was no information anywhere.

“Grandma, where’s the magical beast? Do you want to pick a room you like? If not, I can adjust anytime.” Jiang Jitang’s true intention was clear—he just wanted to see the beasts; everything else was secondary.

The grandmother could tell, and she was pleased. A child—or a person—who liked magical beasts couldn’t be bad.

“Class just ended. I’ll call them; this is important.”

The children with water-type magical beasts arrived. They all stood in a line, none reaching his chest in height.

The children wore wax-dyed ethnic clothing, each with large, double-lidded eyes. Whether male or female, they carried a wild vitality absent in town children.

Here, there was no poverty or backwardness—only the distinct features of the mountains.

Seeing the children and their small magical beasts, Jiang Jitang felt like performing magic. In the blink of an eye, he produced over twenty water guns, declaring boldly: “Wanna play in the water? My treat!”

“Ah?”

The children were stunned.

“Wanna play?” He waved a water gun again.

These water guns weren’t only human-sized; some were mini versions, perfect for tiny egg-sized magical beasts.

The children didn’t fully understand yet and started doubting if they had met a strange person. In the bowls they held, the magical beasts peeked out. They immediately reacted, chirping and squeaking.

“Let’s play, let’s play in the water!”
“Fun!”

Amazingly, Jiang Jitang could understand the meaning behind the sounds. Each one was perfectly clear. Judging from the expressions of others, only a caretaker would understand what the magical beasts were “saying.”

He glanced at the grandmother; she smiled but did not stop them. With no adult interference, the children quickly picked up water guns and started playing.

These water guns, discarded by small shops and unsellable, were all odd-shaped. Mini water guns for the magical beasts, salted-fish-shaped guns, carrot-shaped guns—all bizarre, unconventional.

But the play was the same. They could even adjust the spray nozzle size and the number of holes.

While the children were busy, Jiang Jitang quietly transferred the water-type magical beasts into the stone trough.

Wild animals often adopt drab colors to protect themselves, but magical beasts were different—they mostly conformed to human aesthetics. The water-type beasts were no exception.

The magical beasts, initially struggling, quickly calmed down under the strong life aura of Jiang Jitang, even approaching him voluntarily.

Now he could truly relax. He took out his phone, snapped many photos, and placed them into the trough one by one.

Cool water brushed his hands, and the mountain wind blew—his heart calmed.

“Yay, water play, water play,” the beasts chattered.

“Wanna play in the water? Here, take this.” He handed them the mini water guns and demonstrated how to use them.

Though small, the mini water guns still required force to shoot water. But the magical beasts’ tiny bodies had enormous energy. One press of the feet produced a water stream. They were ecstatic.

“Biubiu, yay yay!”

The grandmother watched Jiang Jitang, ensuring nothing went wrong.

The children, oblivious to such caution, just wanted to play. Despite Jiang Jitang being a stranger, they quickly immersed themselves in the game. The magical beasts showed off skills wildly, leaving the insect- and grass-type beasts in the compartments drooling.

“Let me out! I wanna play too!”
“Water, water, water…”

Some magical beasts even unlocked the glass doors using skills; a few smashed the doors. A child in the crowd cried: “Don’t break it! I don’t have enough savings!”

The others laughed, but their joy was short-lived—the rebellious beast cubs multiplied.

“Ahhh!” Seeing the beasts riot, the children could barely stand.

“Grandpa! I wanna play too, I didn’t get one!” During the break, it wasn’t just the water-type owners who were envious; others were longing, but only the earlycomers had guns.

“Here.” A water gun was tossed to a child. Surprised, he looked up at the smiling older boy: “Go, play together.”

Without hesitation, he picked it up and joined.

“Dummy, aim there—you almost hit me. Who’s pointing at me? Skill: Water Mirror Reflection!” A beetle-like magical beast darted in the air, avoiding while commanding the owner, though it didn’t know the skill itself, getting flustered eventually.

Jiang Jitang watched, nearly laughing to death.

At first, some children reluctantly shared their water guns with eager onlookers.

Eventually, the other children and beasts played. The water-type beasts tired and lay in the water; Jiang Jitang squatted by the edge, watching.

“Do you like this housing?”

Surprisingly, the magical beasts understood him, floating up in response.

Some were snail-like, some fish-like, others turtles or aquatic plants. They were unlike real animals—more agile and beautiful. Abstract, yet distinguishable.

They chattered; Jiang Jitang understood every word. Perhaps the seed of the Tree of Life he merged with enabled comprehension of all living language—a logical design.

The water-type beasts were very satisfied with the new housing: enough space, choice of compartment or communal room, and flowing water for bathing. Even the fake rocks, polished river stones, and sea glass matched their aesthetic.

Their only complaint was the artificial water plants.

Nearby insect- and grass-type beasts joined the conversation. Though they didn’t like water, the sunlight-created rainbow from the spray struck their hearts.

“I want a rainbow, a rainbow!”
“Shiny shiny! I want shiny shiny!”

Jiang Jitang stroked his chin, realizing that magical beasts’ aesthetic preferences were all about brightness, maybe vivid colors too.

He realized: this mirrored children’s aesthetics—bright colors, glittery, exaggerated, cool, magical girl style.

He truly understood now.

The fifteen-minute break wasn’t enough for play. Teachers came out, first calling back those who hadn’t played, leaving only the water-gun players.

“These water guns can stay; you can play later. Hmm… actually, it’s not that fun,” Jiang Jitang said, waving to the kids. If he didn’t pick up a water gun himself, his words would be more convincing.

The children left, disappointed.

“Thank you, young man. These children rarely have such fun,” the grandmother said, smiling.

Though the mountains had their beauty, children accustomed to the same scenery could now experience a different joy.

“Grandma, is this place very remote?”

“Not really. You can walk out of the mountains in half a month.” She looked outside—mountains upon mountains, endless. Locals relied on themselves for everything. But only in such isolated places could the finest magical beasts and caretakers emerge.

The grandmother supported the traditional caretaking methods.

“I didn’t expect you all to play together so quickly.”

The children were usually cautious and rarely accepted strangers so fast. Yet the beasts had also accepted his approach quickly.

Perhaps they sensed his goodwill.

The experienced principal wasn’t too worried about their future. Mountain children might lack material wealth but had innate talents in communicating with magical beasts—their potential was not less than city children.

Occasionally, she wished they could experience kindness from their peers, distinct from nature’s impartial favor.

“This housing must be expensive?” She recognized quality. Ordinary blue stones and submerged wood, combined with a water filtration system, weren’t cheap.

The decorations inside also required thought—and money.

“Spend as much as needed. Grandma, I must go now. Goodbye.”

Experienced, Jiang Jitang avoided the discussion. Saying “not expensive” ignored his labor, “very expensive” overestimated it—best to say nothing and happily take the order, letting the wishers be happy too.

The grandmother could not stop him; she watched him leap from the mountaintop as if courting death.

“Even with advanced magical beasts, watch personal safety—young people are fearless,” she thought, recalling her adventurous youth. She wondered how many still remembered her exploits. Though old now, she had been a remarkable figure in her time, but there was always someone beyond.

Jiang Jitang wasn’t fearless; he merely relied on being unable to die instantly and the ability to leave the map anytime, recklessly testing death.

The task was complete. He still had hours to spare and wanted to explore nearby.

This was truly undeveloped wilderness. Usually, accessing such places required bypassing countless surveillance and people, traveling by car and plane.

Cars were fine; he got motion sickness on planes (he controlled it, though), and medication caused digestive issues.

A legendary short-trip “holy body.”

The so-called “magical beast training ground” was primitive, with no clear paths. At first, he could find faint human footprints, later relying on trial-and-error—jumping or sliding.

The deeper he went, the more frequent the magical beasts.

Large beasts ignored him if they sensed no threat, but small ones were curious and bold.

The most daring one stopped right above him.

“Beetle?”

By fate or chance, the small magical beast that flew from above to his fingertip resembled a golden beetle. Its shell was gem-like green, translucent black wings folded, and its round eyes gleamed.

Jiang Jitang couldn’t resist asking the system: “Can I give them some snacks?”

[Only small snacks are allowed,] the system replied concisely.

“Small snacks are enough.”

Jiang Jitang took out watermelon, lollipops, and raisins from the task-giver’s backpack.

“Slash!”

A large watermelon was split open, releasing the refreshing sweet aroma.

“Meow meow.” The beetle-like beast’s eyes glimmered gold. It dived into the red flesh.

Crunch crunch crunch. In moments, a small pit formed in the watermelon. It sucked up all the juice.

“Meow meow!” It patted its belly, looking satisfied.

The improved watermelon variety had sweet, aromatic red flesh, attracting sweet-toothed insects and insect-type magical beasts. Seeing the beetle’s joy, other beasts following Jiang Jitang could no longer resist.

“So sweet, want to eat!”
“Big red fruit, sweet sweet!”

The insect-type beasts flew around Jiang Jitang, drawn by the aroma. Surrounded by fluffy beasts, he felt pure joy.

The generous courier pulled out the remaining eleven watermelons.

“Eat, all of you, eat.”

The beasts understood him. With Jiang Jitang’s appealing aura, they rushed in—watermelon first, candies second.

Watching this, Jiang Jitang was certain: he had a special affinity with magical beasts. This was a world extremely friendly to him.

Heart excitement index: +1.

He didn’t forget to comfort the golden-eyed beetle: “I’ll get you bigger, sweeter ones later.”

The golden-eyed beast, with no competitive streak, was initially confused but soon excited: it didn’t know what happened, but bigger, sweeter watermelon… wanted!