Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH66

Chapter 66

“Shana Star?”

[A super-rare Magical Beast, formed by the accidental collision of sky and earth. Where a meteor falls, the Shana Star appears. Each time it levels up, it can grant its keeper one wish. Because of its rarity and unique traits, it carries a special meaning: ‘Your existence is a miracle.’ Every appearance sparks pursuit and competition.]

Jiang Jitang listened, mesmerized. This sounded like the beginning of a myth or legend.

The bubble box paused for two seconds, then continued:

[The egg the tasker found came from an extremely tiny meteor, as small as dust. When it fell on a tree, it had already dissipated, leaving only a scorch mark. In this supreme romance where heaven and earth embrace, the Shana Star was born.]

[But because of its weak power, without the tasker’s divine intervention, it would have dissipated within a few days, like its predecessors.]

The true miracle was that, in the few days between its birth and death, the Shana Star met a curious visitor from another world.

The visitor received its distress signal and, out of curiosity, replenished its missing energy before gifting it to a boy also at a crossroads of fate.

A soul ashamed of its physical defect was saved by this playful act of the tasker and established a lifelong purpose.

Jiang Jitang’s two strokes of inspiration created possibilities even the system hadn’t calculated—almost zero probability.

[That boy also sent a gift to the tasker, but because it is a special gift, it can only be stored temporarily in the system. When conditions are right, it can be retrieved.]

Jiang Jitang thought for a moment and asked skeptically, “It isn’t… a Magical Beast egg, is it?”

[It is an extremely rare Magical Beast egg,] the bubble box confirmed.

[What conditions are unsuitable? They seem fine to me.]

The bubble box responded calmly: [Unsuitable means unsuitable; the Magical Beast cannot appear in this world yet.]

“Then…” Jiang Jitang tested again, “what if I bind the Magical Beast World?”

The bubble box still did not respond.

But Jiang Jitang understood—he would temporarily put this matter aside and move on.

“Originally, that boy would become a phantom thief? His character setup is that cool?”

Even in a “reverse situation,” he could become a famous thief. In a favorable scenario, an even better ending was natural—he had the qualifications.

[In the original timeline, that boy and the wisher were long-time rivals—the thief and the officer,] the bubble box explained. [Although the gem snail didn’t evolve, one person can have one to three Magical Beasts; he remained an officer.]

“Even cooler. Top-ranking CP material,” Jiang Jitang said.

Bubble box: …you know a little too much.

Having finished the top-ranking CP task, it was time to discuss the village Magical Beast settlement task.

[Magical Beast Settlement House task completed. Wisher gave a five-star rating. Tasker earned ten points.]

[Task Details: The village’s water-type Magical Beasts now have their own settlement house. They are very happy. The tasker, like a passing meteor, became a small surprise in the children’s lives, brightening their childhood in a small way.]

This was a conventional task, convenient but not fate-altering.

Yet remembering that afternoon playing in water, not only did the children and Magical Beasts enjoy themselves, Jiang Jitang felt a lingering joy too—part of his own childhood was repaired.

“I want to go to school with animals too!” he exclaimed at home. “I can build them homes, cook for them, play with them—I can do it all!”

The system remained silent, pretending to be dead.

Jiang Jitang’s childhood had been full but lonely.

Mrs. Jiang bore the weight of life on her shoulders, and Jiang Jitang had to adapt early.

So, while peers were still being playful, he already knew to go to the market after school, snatch discounted goods at the supermarket.

At home, he prepared ingredients in advance, cleaned, washed clothes, bathed, and did homework.

His greatest joy was playing with the plants, fish, and turtles on the balcony.

No weekends off—early on he attended senior classes; later, once the household had steady income, he became obsessed with small mechanisms, advanced magic, and eventually card tricks, neglecting friendships.

His card skills grew, gaining a reputation in gambling circles, while grades dropped—he entered a modest high school.

An incident at a chess hall awakened him; after being scolded by neighbors, he turned back, abandoned distractions, focused on study, and reached the peak again.

In college, the family lacked money after buying a house. Jiang Jitang managed renovations, tutored for living expenses, worked weekend jobs, and studied whenever possible.

Handsome and academically strong, he was visible in school but had few friends—mostly middle-aged adults.

If he had friends, he preferred animals.

Many modern people, even without domestic responsibilities, lacked passionate hobbies, buried in endless tutoring and classes. Pets offered an emotional anchor—friend and family alike.

After venting to no avail, Jiang Jitang wiped away tears: the system was merciless. Short-term, the Magical Beast dream would have to wait; he would continue working.

Now only one task remained: prepare training equipment for Punch Frog.

This was his first four-star task, with a long deadline—so he saved it for last.

Opening the task details:

“Huh? A task issued by both human and Magical Beast?” Humans contributed eighty, the rest was Punch Frog’s savings.

Could Magical Beasts also have personal income?

Jiang Jitang read on.

[Punch Frog was discovered by the wisher on a rainy day, stubbornly standing under a taro leaf at the station. The wisher didn’t know if its owner was in trouble or if it had been abandoned.

Station staff saw it repeatedly, confirmed it was a stray, and called city stray Magical Beast management. But when cage handlers arrived, it hid again.

After seeing Punch Frog hide repeatedly, the wisher asked, “Can we live together?”

Punch Frog, wet, holding a tattered taro leaf, wandered the rain, gazing at the human showing kindness. Then it went home with the wisher.

Though temporarily housed, it didn’t accept the wisher fully—no spiritual connection formed; they were merely roommates in the same space.

Yet the wisher didn’t mind; with the Magical Beast, he didn’t feel alone in this unfamiliar city.

Life continued peacefully until one day, Punch Frog saw an advertisement for the East Capital Magical Beast Free Combat Tournament on TV and pointed at it, wanting to participate.

The free tournament didn’t require a caretaker—combat-type Magical Beasts competed alone, and stray Magical Beasts could join.

Training a Magical Beast required resources. The wisher, just one in a metropolis, had only enough salary to live and couldn’t take it to a training facility.

He also wasn’t Punch Frog’s official owner, making compliance with training requirements difficult.

Thus, two wishers pooled money to issue a task, hoping someone would create a training setup for Punch Frog.]

Limited funds meant no quality requirement—just enough to last two weeks until the preliminary competition ended.

Jiang Jitang studied Punch Frog’s stats, thinking maybe children’s toys could work…

He soon despaired.

Punch Frog, though not delivering million-ton punches like in cartoons, had strikes weighing tens of kilograms.

It needed professional training equipment, not toys.

“168 yuan for professional equipment suitable for its size.” This wasn’t hard for him—it was hard for second-hand markets and recycling stations.

He didn’t know much about boxing, so he started researching boxing training routines.

“Speed bag? Reflex target? Oh, this I know—punching post, 3D wooden dummy? Wall punching target…”

He compared notes with Punch Frog’s data.

Punch Frog had strong jumping ability, able to fight foes many times its height. Jumping, it could strike someone two meters tall. Adult equipment might barely suffice; priority remained on child-sized professional gear.

“The difficulty of a four-star task lies in acquiring appropriately sized, usable boxing equipment at the lowest price.”

A quick review: boxing training focuses on speed and strength—multiple hits per second, or one-hit knockout.

Punch Frog’s sixty-kilogram strikes and three punches per second were already human-level.

Consider it: only 80–90 cm tall, delivering powerful, fast strikes. Any weaker human with this companion would feel immense security.

Yet Punch Frog faced advanced, almost science-defying Magical Beasts.

Though Jiang Jitang didn’t know the opponents’ level, the wisher’s calm wording suggested they were formidable.

“Even if the opponent is excellent, we have to help it try.”

Time to leverage his grassroots advantage.

Second-hand child boxing equipment existed, usually 60–80% off. Even with free shipping, prices exceeded his budget and only allowed one piece.

“Nothing is impossible for the willing.” No path? Make one.

“System, the task says the tasker’s labor doesn’t count toward shopping funds, right?”

The bubble box appeared: [Correct.] It was curious about the tasker’s plan.

“Good.” Jiang Jitang quickly found a fleetingly mentioned name in his friend circle.

“Mr. Liu, where was that youth boxing gym you mentioned? The one that opened and closed quickly?” he asked via voice message.

The man had complained online: “Paid and they closed, now I have to find them—where are so many certified trainers?”

The man was active online and approachable.

Even a fleeting detail can provide a solution.

“You are…?” The man didn’t recall this contact. Jiang Jitang checked the note—he had tutored his child during holidays but wasn’t close.

He explained he was the child’s tutor. The man then gave the gym’s address and name.

“Any contact number? Even the enrollment ad works.”

“Sure.”

The enrollment ad arrived on Jiang Jitang’s phone. Opened recently, it closed soon after.

“Why did they close?”

“Oh, a parent sued them for punishing their child. Although unsuccessful, they became infamous in the parent group. Many withdrew; they couldn’t handle the strict training.”

“I see. Thank you.”

Thus, Jiang Jitang got contact info for a recently closed youth boxing gym.

Only one of three numbers reached the owner. After three tries, Jiang Jitang succeeded.

“Boss Zhang, business?”

The irritable owner was intrigued: “What business?”

“Wondering if your boxing training equipment is still available?”

“Not yet. You want it?”

Opportunity.

Jiang Jitang sat, poured water.

“Yes. Perhaps you’ve asked others, but I can find a better buyer for you.”

Boss Zhang’s store was new; equipment barely used. Recycling stations offered only scrap prices. One local place handled gym equipment, but this was child-sized—hard to resell.

Careful negotiation could work, but he had to vacate before rent ended.

“How much do you want?”

“That depends on you. How much do you want to sell? What’s your expected price?” Jiang Jitang immediately set the pace.

“Our gym has…” Boss Zhang, eager, bit the bait.

They talked over half an hour.

Initially, Boss Zhang wanted half price; Jiang Jitang explained that price worked for a few items and no rush.

The gym had only 28 days until lease expiry. Several hundred items had to go. Three-tenths market value was excellent; often equipment sold at scrap value.

“I bought this a few months ago.” Boss Zhang felt the loss—equipment was high-quality professional gear. At this discount, huge loss.

“Better to sell early than scramble at deadline—prices would drop further.” Jiang Jitang comforted him. Meanwhile, Zhang could continue contacting other potential buyers.

These recycling stations had large warehouses and didn’t mind storing equipment.

“Mr. Jiang, help me find a buyer; I’ll give you the entire best training set as a reward.”

Boss Zhang knew the market—better to let this young stranger find a higher bidder, surpassing shady second-hand sellers’ offers, with the reward being the set.

Nowadays, full sets rarely sell at value.

“Okay, send photos and videos.”

Jiang Jitang ended the call. If he had approached solo, the overwhelmed Boss Zhang wouldn’t have cared. Acting as a middleman allowed him to score the set for free.

Boss Zhang had many recycling contacts; casting a wide net would work.

It was just effort of talking, nothing compared to the reward.

“Hello? Is Xia Brother there?” Jiang Jitang began spreading the net.

Meanwhile, sandwiches from Dream-Fulfillment Food House had reached the official new headquarters.

“Here, try it.” Minister Jiang looked seriously at the sandwich cut unevenly into five pieces. “Let’s try again.”