Chapter 8
Jiang Jitang had no idea how shocked the Golden Eye was. He took a moment to grab a meal, casually opened his phone to watch some funny videos, and half an hour passed just like that.
Sorting, organizing, packing—he finally managed to get everything ready before midnight. But there was simply too much stuff, and his backpack couldn’t fit it all.
[Submit order. Transform into a carriage.]
The courier’s vehicle had three transformation modes. The first one was already confirmed—his second-hand electric scooter. He chose the second mode to be a carriage, which could hold items well and was suitable for a more primitive environment.
The “low-key” carriage appeared on the seaside not-so-low-key. Half-grown kids collecting shells on the rocky beach looked up at the carriage moving along the gravel-covered path toward the seawall.
“Who’s that for?”
“Let’s go have a look!”
A group of barefoot children carrying wooden buckets ran after the carriage, while some hesitated for a moment and stayed behind on the rocky beach.
The carriage swayed gently. Jiang Jitang held the reins, leaning against the carriage wall. He saw the sea, and he saw the row of low stone houses lining the coast.
Fish were hanging out to dry in front of the houses, patched fishing nets laid on the ground. Several strong-looking women worked at the doorsteps. And at a glance, he saw the destination marked by the red light trail: a dark-skinned woman wearing a headscarf.
“The baby won’t eat anything… Could it be that I’m cursed and bringing ill fate to her?” The woman was cradling a small baby swaddled with adult clothes as makeshift blankets. Facing her stood a mysterious elderly woman.
The old woman wore black embroidered clothing and silver jewelry. She gently placed a hand on the baby’s head.
“This was meant to be your child. She went astray, but the Sea Goddess has returned her. Raise her well, and she will carry on your family’s legacy.” The old woman’s voice was aged yet rhythmic, melding with the sound of crashing waves.
“Ah!” The woman’s face was dark, but her eyes lit up with fierce vitality, as if this child could bring her the will to go on living.
“What a beautiful carriage.” A line of children followed behind, and their presence drew over the adults from around the house. Everyone followed the carriage all the way to the small stone house.
“Whoa—” The carriage stopped, and Jiang Jitang stepped down.
“What a tall young man, so fair and handsome. Must be someone important. Who’s he looking for?”
“Maybe he’s here for Haiwa’s family?” People whispered among themselves.
The woman holding the child noticed him and looked uneasy. “Sir, who are you looking for?”
“You asked someone to find infant supplies for your child—do you remember?” He smiled, and the distance between them faded. He felt gentle and approachable.
Asked someone to find supplies? The woman was startled.
They had only prayed at the Sea Goddess temple… Then—right after that—the 580 copper coins were gone!
“You… You’re the Sea Goddess…” She didn’t even know what she was supposed to say.
But Jiang Jitang wasn’t here to perform some dramatic scene. He lifted several large cardboard boxes from the carriage and placed them on the ground. “Should we talk here, or go inside?”
The woman looked at the dark interior of the house. With her husband not home, she felt uneasy about hosting a male guest alone.
“He has come from afar. We must show proper hospitality,” the elderly woman in black embroidered garments suddenly said with a smile. She turned to the young woman. “Forgive my presumption—I ask to accompany. Would this be acceptable to the Goddess of the Sea?”
“Please, Grandma.” The woman sighed with relief and walked inside. Holding the child, she walked with one leg and dragged the other, leaving a trace on the ground. “Please come inside.”
The house was no more than 2.5 meters high, the door small—Jiang Jitang had to lower his head to enter.
There was only one window, and a small one at that, so it was very dark inside. He moved the three large boxes inside. When his eyes adjusted to the lighting, he opened the two boxes of formula and took out a baby bottle and insulated cup.
“This is formula, made from goat’s milk. Mix it with warm water before feeding the baby.”
Saying it a hundred times was not as good as demonstrating once. He first explained what everything was and how to use it, then guided the woman in preparing the formula. Fortunately, she had water that had just cooled from boiling. She successfully made 60 ml of formula, tested the temperature by dripping two drops on her wrist, then poured the rest into the thermos cup.
“Try.”
“Ah? O-okay.” She gently received the baby and shakily brought the bottle to the child’s lips.
She stared anxiously as the baby moved its mouth—then suddenly latched onto the silicone nipple.
“She’s eating! She’s eating—she’ll live! Grandma, she’ll live!” In that moment, the curse that weighed on her heart—childless, hopeless—melted under the sun.
The old woman in black only watched silently, smiling, making no movement.
The child, starving for two days, gulped down the milk fiercely. Watching the frail little thing drink hungrily, then burp and fall asleep peacefully, the woman’s eyes reddened with gratitude.
Jiang Jitang didn’t give her time to express it. He carefully explained formula preparation requirements—how much powder per spoon, the proper temperature, how much to feed based on age, and how long the formula remains usable after opening.
He also didn’t forget to tell her that after four months, the baby could try complementary foods such as rice paste, egg yolk, vegetable puree, etc.
After the woman repeated everything back to him, he explained the bottle needed to be sterilized with hot water and disinfected in the sun. He took out iodine, vitamin D, and a care kit, teaching her how to use them.
Only then did he unpack cleaned clothes, supplies, toys, etc., letting her decide how to use them.
To Jiang Jitang, they were used items in 70–80% new condition. Here, they were “brand new”—not faded, no patches, with fresh patterns and soft, bright colors. The fabric was so soft and delicate she didn’t dare touch it, afraid her rough fingers might damage it.
It had already been over twenty minutes. Jiang Jitang stood up. “Everything has been delivered. I should be going now.”
“Please wait—there’s nothing good in the house, but at least take something fresh.” Seeing him leave and already stepping into the carriage, the woman quickly handed the baby to the old lady, hurried inside, and despite her movement difficulty, shoved something into the carriage seat.
It was fish maw—thick, high-quality fish maw, washed and sun-dried.
Jiang Jitang looked at the bundle of fish maw, then at the woman’s face full of hope and gratitude. He said, “Please come closer.”
The people outside only saw the tall, handsome man with his hand. A ball of light descended, landing on Haiwa’s wife.
The redness faded from his face, leaving a touch of paleness, but hidden within the white mist covering the carriage, no one noticed. When it dispersed, he and the carriage had vanished.
“Ah!” The onlookers were speechless.
“Ah!” another shriek came. “Haiwa’s wife—your leg… it’s healed?!”
Only then did they notice—her broken leg was now standing like a normal one—steadily and strong.
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Blue Star, Nan Jiang Province, Jin City.
“Yimi-da?” Master, are you alright?
“I’m fine.”
Water spiraled down the sink.
He rinsed his mouth, but the taste of blood lingered. His drained life force was slowly recovering, but in his current state, using foreign limb healing magic was still somewhat taxing.
It wasn’t simple healing, but triggering life potential to self-repair, assisted by time-based magic to eliminate consequences.
He was already home—only him, not the fish maw.
A pity. Though tied with rough rope, it was clearly premium, golden-yellow and thick, with visible texture.
[Without a Transit Permit, the courier may not bring items back from the task world.]
The message popped up after the fact.
“Wouldn’t have taken it if I’d known.” Leaving it there could have at least earned some money. For a family that poor, every coin matters.
Come to think of it, the people who adopted the baby were not wealthy—their home made that obvious, and the woman had mobility problems.
Yet in such hardship, they still chose to take in that abandoned baby, using their entire savings.
That took real courage. A baby is a fragile being—constant care for years, and still having to manage life. The fact that Mrs. Jiang raised him alone… was a miracle in itself.
Jiang Jitang remembered the glow in the woman’s eyes. The way she looked at the baby—as if seeing hope, blazing with life.
The abandoned child and the childless couple fulfilled each other, completing their lives.
[Mom, the weather’s been unpredictable. Make sure to dress warmly.] Restless, he walked to the balcony and sent a message to Mrs. Jiang, who was abroad.
It was something he once envied, but now possessed.
Some abandoned him like garbage. Others treasured him so dearly they would take him away even if they lost everything—to escape misfortune.
Jiang Jitang recalled every moment of love from his childhood to now—his soul grew flesh. His expression turned gentle, eyes misted like melting ice cream—softening into sweet milky crumbs.
He loved the world’s sunrises and sunsets, loved every passerby he brushed against—simply because someone in this world loved only him, unconditionally.
After the impulse passed, he returned to the living room, long legs curled up on the not-so-wide sofa.
“Sending such a random message… will Mrs. Jiang think I’m sick or losing it?” He typed a few words, then deleted them.
“Forget it. Let it be.” In the end, he tossed the phone aside.
“Master, are you embarrassed?” the Golden Eye bluntly asked.
“No.” Jiang Jitang denied it flatly.
Although he really wanted to finish work immediately, there were still two orders left. He had to put aside that wonderful thought and leave his cool and cozy little home in the blistering afternoon to purchase the remaining items.
Jiang Jitang rode off on his scooter. The Golden Eye opened its gaze momentarily, then closed again.
A hateful yet familiar aura swept past. Luckily, it had sealed off its master’s aura in an independent space—there should be no problem.
Several kilometers from Red Star Market, a black car driving fast slowed and pulled over.
“Disconnected,” the magic sword calmly concluded.
This world couldn’t use magic, but magical artifacts still existed. Illman must have the Golden Eye.
The Golden Eye wasn’t aggressive, but it held time and space attributes. Easy to be found by it—nearly impossible to find it, harder than retrieving a needle from the ocean.
“No need to rush. We’ve waited this long.” Parsons didn’t know if he was convincing someone else or himself.
“If I had known you’d come, I would have prepared something. How could I let you stay in a hotel?” The ‘driver’ at the front didn’t understand their conversation at all, but took the opportunity to express goodwill.
“Arrange a C-Country language teacher for me.”
“Don’t you already speak it?”
The young driver was confused—weren’t they speaking Xiayu the whole time?
“I do. But not proficiently.” Parsons looked out the window. “I don’t want to be misunderstood one day… just because of language. There are already enough things in this world that hinder people.”
