Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH79

Chapter 79

Jiang Jitang held the berries in his hand.

Whether this would succeed or not— all depended on this moment!

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No salt, no sugar, no dairy—only pure flour and eggs. A type of human food even wild birds could safely eat.

While making it, he first whipped the egg white until it became cream-like, then slowly added the batter, then the yolk. This method produced bread that was fluffy but slightly dry. After peeling off the layer of oil brushed on the pan for unmolding, what remained was a very healthy, sugar-free, oil-free bread base.

Sprinkle ripe berries onto the bread base, and it became a berry cake that birds could share.

No additives, no butter, no chocolate, no sugar—so it was very easy to digest. The digestive systems of birds were different from humans; they needed food that could be broken down immediately and provide fast nutrients and calories.

“Tastes pretty bland with no seasoning at all. The bread’s not very flavorful, and the berries are more sour than sweet. Healthy, though—very healthy.” Jiang Jitang tasted it himself. He still preferred foods loaded with sugar and butter, even if they weren’t healthy.

Besides the berry cake, he also prepared two small paper plates.
One contained crushed raw nuts—peanuts, sunflower seeds, walnuts.
The other contained dried fruits—figs, raisins, dried raspberries, etc.

Good things, yes. Just… very little.

He also had a jar of live mealworms—supposedly many birds loved them.

And finally, a small gift worth 8.6 yuan: a loose moissanite stone sealed inside a disposable pouch. Eight hearts and eight arrows. Ten carats. So cheap that it was almost funny.

That child had everything taken by his stepmother. He had nothing left to rebuild his life.
So Jiang Jitang would give him capital.

Since the Beast Realm did not yet mass-produce synthetic gemstones, moissanite—second only to diamond in hardness—had huge market value. With this artificial stone, the little boy Taomi could trade for a chance at survival.

Once everything was ready, Jiang Jitang changed clothes.
“Complete order.”

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Taomi lived in a village far from the city. The environment was harsh, but a very rare magical beast appeared there, so people stayed.

Every six months, collectors came for magical beast eggs. That particular rare egg was the one they wanted most, but sometimes years passed without even one appearing.

To avoid the beasts lurking in the night, the villagers all lived close together. Everyone knew everyone. A stranger showing up would always draw a crowd.

But today was the village gathering day. People carried produce and whatever magical beast eggs they had collected and traveled together to the gathering grounds to exchange for daily necessities. Taomi’s stepmother and stepbrother also went—leaving only Taomi behind to do chores.

“Mom…” Taomi looked up at the drifting white clouds. He remembered the wish he had made a few days ago at his mother’s grave. After that, the money in his glass jar mysteriously disappeared.

Vivita said he was robbed.
But Taomi always felt… perhaps the wish fairy had taken his wish away.

“Sigh, already twelve and still believing in legendary magical beasts… No wonder she says I’m childish. Eh? What’s that?” While cleaning, he noticed a patch of black mist rising above the distant fields.

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In the distant fields

“So that’s the situation. I need insects, nuts, and berries—edible for small birds. This one jar can be exchanged for half a watermelon.”

Jiang Jitang pointed at the glass jar, then at the split-open watermelon.

The flying magical beasts hovering above, and the ground beasts gathered below, all buzzed in discussion. They looked at the fist-sized glass jar… then at the basin-sized watermelon.

Watermelon—big. Glass jar—small.

Watermelon—delicious. Bugs and wild fruit—not delicious.

Their clever brains instantly reached a conclusion.

“Chiu-mi!” The leader of the flying beasts flapped its wings.

“Mi Duo!” The leader of the burrowing phantom beasts stomped its foot.

Children, charge!

At the command of both leaders, the mass of phantom beasts immediately dispersed. They spread into every corner to search for food for the birds. In no time, the twenty empty cans Jiang Jitang had brought were filled with various fruits and insects.

The phantom beasts returned carrying watermelons hundreds of times larger than themselves, looking extremely pleased. Jiang Jitang was even more satisfied.

Even if they needed to entertain over a hundred birds, it was more than enough.

A trip to a village gathering took a full day; at the moment, the village was nearly empty except for a few who stayed behind. Without alerting anyone, Jiang Jitang followed the red glow and found the child named Taomi.

He looked at most ten years old, with black hair, dark brown skin, and hands marked by long-term labor.

He was also very thin. His shabby clothes hung loosely on his small frame, and because his cheeks were hollow, his eyes looked especially large.

“Hello, who are you?” Taomi gripped the broomstick, filled with curiosity. The village was too remote; except for those who came to collect phantom beast eggs, outsiders were rare.

But in Taomi’s life, very few people ever showed him kindness. Even though Jiang Jitang was obviously a foreigner, Taomi felt more curious than afraid.

“Are you little Taomi? I’m the one who received your payment and came to make your wish come true,” Jiang Jitang said with a smile. “Happy birthday.”

Taomi froze for a moment. It had been a long time since anyone had wished him a happy birthday.

“Do you know where the things for the birthday party are placed?”

“Huh? In— in the attic.”

Taomi’s attic was tiny and piled with clutter, so he could only sleep curled up in a corner.

But even in such an environment, Taomi had cleaned out a two-square-meter space to shelter rain-soaked birds. Over time, more and more birds settled there, and Taomi gained friends besides Vivita.

But soon, Vivita would leave as well.

Taomi had mentioned this during their conversations.

“Vivita will be leaving soon. She’s going to study at a school outside. And I… I have to leave this house.” Taomi sighed. She was his only human friend.

“Weren’t you both selected? Aren’t you going?” Jiang Jitang asked.

“They need tuition fees.” Taomi’s stepmother no longer wanted to support his schooling. He had no money.

“Actually, staying here is fine too. Granny Chief said she’ll arrange a wooden hut for me and help me find a job.” Seeing Jiang Jitang’s expression change, Taomi quickly tried to reassure him.

At twelve, he felt he was already a grown man.

“It’s just that… leaving this house makes me a little sad.”

Taomi’s stepmother said her dowry had all been spent treating Taomi’s father’s illness, so they needed to use the house to pay off debts. Taomi could no longer live here.

This would be his last birthday in the old house. He wanted to say goodbye to his bird friends, to thank them for keeping him company all these years.

“Is the person who was supposed to take you to school still here?”

“Y-yes, still here.” Jiang Jitang’s aura was too strong; Taomi answered softly. The man mainly came to collect phantom beast eggs, and after finding two good candidates, helped bring them out to find a school.

As for authenticity—he was official and had documents.

“Go study.” Jiang Jitang placed a moissanite gem in his palm. “Sell it, and go to school.”

“No…” Taomi had never seen such a beautiful gemstone—bright like a star in the sky.

“Listen to me. Go to school.” Jiang Jitang’s tone was firm, allowing no refusal. He could not bear to see a child drop out. If there was a chance, they should study.

After giving the gift, Jiang Jitang set the berry cake and bird food in place. He put the unused figs in their own corner, and stacked the twenty cans neatly.

At that moment, visitors had already arrived at the attic window—rows of small birds with bright eyes. He couldn’t even recognize their species—some colorful, some plain—all unbearably curious.

“Mission accomplished. Until fate brings us together again.” As he left, he added, “Study hard.”

Taomi chased after him, but he couldn’t catch up. The mysterious big brother had already vanished.

When he returned to the attic, the windowsill and floor were filled with birds. One large bird with a beautiful crest flew down and placed a nutshell on the floor.

Inside was exactly the type of phantom beast egg the villagers desired most.

Taomi looked at them, then took the shining gemstone from his pocket and placed it beside the egg. As he lowered his head, tears dropped one after another.

“Mom… the wish spirit came.”

Just like the bedtime stories she used to tell.

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Completing a mission always lifted a weight off his shoulders, but Jiang Jitang had two more high-difficulty missions ahead, and no time to think about what would happen to the gray-skinned boy.

Even if the boy didn’t end up leaving for school, the moissanite would at least improve his life a little.

Still, Jiang Jitang hoped the child would get an education. Studying was probably the best path for him.

“Next is ‘The Castle Ghost.’ Also a mystery-channel request?”

In a world of phantom beasts, anything involving a ghost likely meant a ghost-type phantom beast. The castle owner thought so too, but despite searching for ages, he couldn’t find any ghost-type beast.

Even with phantom beast-detecting instruments and the best hunters, they found nothing.

The elderly residents of the castle only said the ghost had existed for a long time. To trace its history, one had to speak of the wisher’s grandfather—a renowned scholar who owned a vast library of priceless books and was a famous novelist. Many admirers visited him.

The ghost appeared during that era.

But at first, the ghost was quiet and caused no mischief. The wisher’s grandfather told them to ignore it and pretend it didn’t exist.

Later, after the grandfather passed away, the wisher’s father inherited the castle. But he was a good-for-nothing man who sold off many precious books. The ghost became angry and tormented this hateful human, while the father swore to kill it.

Then one day, drunk, the man accidentally set the study ablaze, burning himself and all remaining books. The grand library lost its meaning.

But the ghost remained. They could always feel its presence.

No one knew where it was hiding.

To the people of the castle, aside from harmless pranks, the ghost never caused real harm. It even protected the castle once—ringing the bronze bell when thieves broke in.

Because of this, the castle owner initially didn’t want to drive it away. But now he was in financial trouble—his father left heavy debts. Even after selling the estate, the hole wasn’t filled. He had no choice but to turn to the castle.

If he wanted to sell the castle, he had to resolve the ghost problem.

On the other hand, if the ghost really was a phantom beast, then it was an elder who had witnessed the family’s golden age, a long-time companion. The castle owner wanted to care for it.

Thus, his request specified: find it, but do not harm it.

“The clues are few… three thousand isn’t easy money.” Jiang Jitang read the mission details repeatedly, analyzing even the elderly residents’ accounts line by line—yet found nothing.

Tasks with no leads were the most troublesome. Without a thread to pull, one didn’t know where to begin.

“Let’s set this one aside for now. Next.”

This mission had the longest time window. No rush. He would do the next one first.

The next request was to help a certain tribe with their migration. The pay was generous—170,000—but Jiang Jitang suspected it wouldn’t be simple. And indeed, it wasn’t.

“Refugees?” Jiang Jitang frowned after reading the details.

Refuge and migration were different: one was unprepared, the other fully equipped. Their survival odds and required supplies differed drastically.

The peaceful Sala tribe had lived in the frigid north, but in recent years, a rare phantom beast appeared there—one that could develop three possible traits, one being the scarce psychic type. It drew the attention of outsiders.

The invaders came with guns and artillery, plundering violently. Nine out of ten Sara people were killed. The remainder had no choice but to flee, guided by their priest toward an even colder, more desolate northern region.

Before them stretched a vast wasteland covered in dead grass, and their destination was the primeval forest at the far end. The priest said that would be their new land of hope. Others feared the powerful wild phantom beasts living there—but they were the Sara, the people who communicated with nature.

However, the journey was a one-way trip that could take up to three months, requiring supplies to survive the long crossing.

The good news was that the gun-wielding outsiders did not pursue them to extermination; they needed to consolidate the land’s resources and keep watch for rival factions.

The bad news was the deep-autumn weather. The five hundred surviving Sara people had less than three days’ worth of food and only the clothes on their backs—nothing else.

And the 170,000 they had as shopping funds came from exchanging their jewelry. As a mysterious hidden tribe, they had a tradition of wearing natural gemstones.

But most were worthless—just crystals. Until the high priest produced a staff passed down for a thousand years, topped with a fist-sized flawless crystal.

The system appraised it at 150,000 based on cultural value; combined with the rest, it reached 170,000.

Which meant that these were people with nothing left—no supplies, no provisions—old, weak, women, and children. All they had left was their lives.