Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH69

Chapter 69

Jiang Jitang walked for an hour along a not-so-long road. When the small house at the edge of the slum was finally knocked on, the tenant saw not only the tasker who had taken the order but also a dozen or so fantastical beasts clinging to and following him.

“Don’t come closer!” The slum’s beasts were very dangerous. The human wisher nearly slammed the door in fright.

“Wait a moment, we mean no harm.”

Jiang Jitang used sheer force to stop the human from closing the door. The “scamming” beasts around him also called out.

The human, sensing something familiar in the cries, looked more closely by the light—and his heart sank.

Having stayed here for several years, Maitian recognized these disguised beasts—they were notorious stray children of this slum, aggressive and extremely hostile to humans.

Yet now these previously hostile beasts had regained their health and weren’t clinging to him like bones, but instead seemed to trust this clear-eyed young man.

Could it be that he had healed them? But how had he done it?

“Hello,” Jiang Jitang greeted Maitian once he calmed down. “My surname is Jiang, I took the order. May I come in?”

Maitian came to his senses and stepped aside. “Hello, I’m Maitian. Um… the room is a bit small.”

It was an unrenovated cement rental, with the kitchen and bedroom simply partitioned, dangerous exposed wiring at the corners, and dripping water from the faucet. Everything was extremely basic.

Even paying over a hundred must have been difficult for such a household.

Jiang Jitang entered. Except for three small beasts, the others stayed outside, guarding the door.

“Panpan.” A thin Punch Frog came out of the bedroom. It saw Jiang Jitang and the beasts around him. Its red eyes were unusually confused.

What’s going on? Why wasn’t it called to the slum gathering?

Jiang Jitang also noticed the Punch Frog: smooth, moist skin, grass-green, with a white ring around its mouth and belly, like a rubber toy.

Its appearance was far better than other beasts he had met.

According to the data, it was still sub-adult; upon reaching adulthood, it would turn reddish-brown with patterns and a fiercer face.

“Hello,” he squatted slightly to meet the frog’s eye level. “I’m here to deliver boxing training equipment. Should I leave it here? It might not fit.”

“Panpan,” the frog called.

“Ah, it’s saying…” Although Maitian wasn’t a caretaker and hadn’t formed a mind link, having lived with it for so long, he could understand some of its meaning.

“Panpan.” The frog called again.

This time the tone was more complex. Maitian scratched his head, unsure of what it meant. Jiang Jitang, however, understood and began communicating with the frog.

“Really? You have a secret base? That’s amazing. Can humans go there?”

The frog glanced at the tall beasts at the door: “Panpan. Others can’t, but you can.”

“Thank you, it’s an honor.” Jiang Jitang shook the frog’s tiny, springy hand—truly like a rubber toy—and couldn’t resist squeezing it a bit longer.

“Panpan!” The frog’s tone rose happily.

Maitian was stunned into silence: this man could understand beast language?

By now, the Punch Frog had decided not to leave the training equipment in the cramped rental—it was too small. The beasts had a territory of their own where the items could be stored.

Jiang Jitang stood and said to Maitian, “The Punch Frog says the beasts have a secret base. Do you know where it is? Can we put the training equipment there?”

“There is such a place, but it’s full of stray beasts. Humans can’t enter.”

The humans in the slum were fierce, but the beasts were fiercer. Deep inside this area, the beasts had carved out their own activity zone—humans stepping in would be attacked.

Maitian had once followed Punch Frog there but had been knocked out and thrown out before reaching the site, spared only because he was the frog’s caretaker.

“Is that so?” Jiang Jitang asked the other beasts if entering the secret base would disturb them. They responded immediately: it would not.

“I’ve asked, we can go. Shall we head there now?”

Maitian scratched his head. Going to such a dangerous place late at night—was it really necessary? But seeing Punch Frog’s expectant eyes, he mustered courage and nodded: “We’ll go together.”

At worst, he’d be thrown out again.

The beasts’ secret base was at the deepest part of the slum, an abandoned factory next to a stagnant rainwater pool teeming with mosquitoes and flies.

The beasts told Jiang Jitang that smaller stray beasts fed on the mosquitoes and larvae, while the stronger ones scavenged human trash.

Once a week, trash was transported there, humans looking for valuables, beasts searching for rotting food.

Jiang Jitang couldn’t imagine nature’s creatures being treated this way by humans.

“Why not leave and go somewhere uninhabited?” he asked.

“Awooo.” The black dog, now fully restored with sleek black fur, explained.

Even supposed sanctuary or no-man’s lands had owners—entering meant fighting, and in this state, they could barely survive. Years of human contact had left them smelling of humans, preventing integration with wild beasts.

Some people treated beasts as family; others took eggs from the wild, formed mind links while they were young, and abandoned them once they became dependent.

“Not a shred of responsibility. Were they never punished?” Jiang Jitang’s rebellious streak flared—he wanted to topple sandcastles again.

“Panpan!” The frog called angrily.

Humans could influence, but they had invented drugs to minimize the effects of broken mind links. Only in the beast world were creatures harmed.

“Panpan! Panpan.”

“Awooo.”

“Miri miri. Pari pari.”

The beasts were enraged discussing this—the majority were abandoned domestic beasts.

Jiang Jitang listened. The beasts complained: without special drugs, at least some who couldn’t survive in the wild might live. If such drugs exist, there should also be ones to heal beasts.

Irresponsible caretakers were plentiful. Some actively abandoned their beasts; others abused them to avoid the pain of a broken mind link. The beasts, feeling hatred and weakening, could not leave due to contracts and eventually died.

“Reasonable. Choice should be mutual. Humans are cruel—revenge is justified.” Jiang Jitang sided with the beasts today.

“…” Maitian didn’t understand but seemed to.

Following a veteran stray beast guide, Jiang Jitang and Maitian entered the human-forbidden area. Surprisingly, it was relatively clean compared to the outside.

Jiang Jitang set down several camping lamps and said, “What are you standing around for? Clean up—I need at least twenty square meters of clear space for treatment.”

“Me?” Maitian held the broom and dustpan, pointing to himself.

“Yes, I need to treat the Punch Frog and the others.”

Following Jiang Jitang’s gesture, Maitian saw a long line of beasts in the dim light, still growing. His mouth dropped. How was this possible?

These formerly hostile stray beasts… were behaving obediently?

“Are you a novel protagonist or something? The kind who attracts all the beasts?” Maitian questioned reality.

“Awooo.” The black dog mocked, ignoring humans—it was a beast disguised as a human.

This powerful creature exuded so much energy, seeing it felt like returning to when they were still in the egg, carefree and enveloped in gentleness.

Not human—a humanoid beast!

Although they didn’t know how this strong beast had achieved it, they wouldn’t reveal it.

Surrounded by more and more stray beasts, tiny Maitian trembled as he swept while Jiang Jitang frowned.

He had expected a couple hundred, but now lines folded upon lines, densely packed—over a thousand.

How these stray beasts communicated and arrived so quickly was beyond understanding.

“This is fine.” Jiang Jitang relaxed; a green-glowing leaf appeared above his head, swaying.

Then a golden magic array appeared, with mysterious golden runes quickly turning fluorescent green.

“In the name of sky, rivers, and earth, show these sorrowful and angry beings your great power—heal and regenerate.”

As the spell was uttered, life energy surged from the array, embracing the battered beasts.

Where the green lights fell, wounds healed, old fur and scales shed, new ones grew, death energy dissipated under the earth’s love for life.

No need for humans’ fickle affection—this planet cared for its creations.

“Plop.” Maitian’s broom fell.

Was he dreaming? Surely he was dreaming…

“Wait, don’t come closer—” Jiang Jitang, who had exuded mastery before the array, was buried in the healed beasts the next second.

Only his hands flailed briefly in the beast pile before being covered by more.

Maitian still stared, convinced he must be dreaming.

“Panpan.” Punch Frog appeared beside him, transformed. Its shriveled, dehydrated skin now smooth, moist, and shiny; grayish belly clean as snow; eyes ruby-red and crystalline.

The better a beast’s health, the better its appearance. This was Punch Frog at its best.

“Punch Frog?” Maitian squatted and touched it, then suddenly slapped himself on the face—hard enough to leave a mark.

It hurt. Not dreaming.

“Panpan.” The frog comforted him, unaware why he had hit himself.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take good care of you.” Maitian was heartbroken and guilty; he had thought he’d been caring enough, but it was far from sufficient.

“Panpan.” The frog proudly lifted its head.

‘You’re already good enough, but I’m the handsome, wealthy hero here.’

The frog hugged him, making the previously dejected young man cry, shouting: “I’m sorry, Punch Frog, I’m useless, and made you sneak out to work for money.”

“Panpan.” Once I win my matches and have money, I’ll take care of you.

“Waaa.” He cried even harder.

Jiang Jitang and the other beasts looked on in silence: …

“Alright, everyone, help clean up too, okay?” Jiang Jitang organized the beasts—he had to give them something to do, and they were excited, like firecrackers.

“You don’t like living here either, right?” Cleaning the living space also cleared the soul’s dust; everyone could start anew.

The beasts responded enthusiastically.

They had disliked this environment—they were natural-born children of nature, longing for beauty. No one liked eating larvae or living by a stinking ditch.

Before, survival left them no energy to improve their lives. Now, things were different—better than ever, as if past failed contracts never existed.

“Panpan!” Punch Frog ran over.

“And me!” cried the tearful human, Maitian.