Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

"Alright, that's settled then! We'll practice our teamwork briefly based on our individual tasks later, then everyone get some rest to recharge for tomorrow's challenge!"

Qin Ming made the final decision with a loud voice, trying to draw everyone's attention away from the "horrific" demonstration just now.

"good!"

Amidst the cheers and applause, a slow but persistent voice rang out, tinged with obvious dissatisfaction.

"Boss," Little Fatty pointed with his paw at his classmate and his giant earth pig, who still had a dazed look in their eyes and needed their companions to stand, "this guy won't give any feedback!"

"Is he trying to get the turtle to do all the work for free!?"

The chubby boy stared intently at Qin Ming with his round eyes, his tone serious.

Seeing the two, one human and one pig, seemingly lost in thought, Qin Ming rubbed his temples and gasped.

In this state, it would be a miracle if anyone could even offer a critique!

He suddenly remembered that Keda had also remained silent after experiencing Xiaopang's "Space Express".

At the time, he thought it was because the two beasts had a good relationship, but Da Ke couldn't bear to discourage Xiao Pang's enthusiasm.

Now it seems... there's probably more to the story!

Being reluctant to do it is one thing, but the real issue is getting so carsick that you question your existence and temporarily lose your ability to speak, right?

Even real experiences are beyond the scope of language and cannot be described in words.

Seeing his classmates and the pig looking as if their souls had been ripped out, Qin Ming felt a pang of pity and reaffirmed his belief that he would never easily attempt Little Fatty's space travel—he could only consider it after multiple guinea pigs had repeatedly tested it and found it to be successful!

We mustn't be impatient, and we absolutely mustn't let ourselves be swayed by Little Fatty's nonsense that "this time it's definitely going to be a sure thing!"

But at this moment, looking into Xiaopang's expectant eyes, waiting for "user feedback," Qin Ming knew that he had to give an answer to this matter, and he couldn't let it affect Xiaopang's enthusiasm as a "surprise weapon" tomorrow.

Qin Ming touched his nose, his eyes flickering, trying to make his tone sound encouraging and constructive:

"Little Fatty, you see, no great experiment is ever smooth sailing. Encountering a little... a tiny bit of setback along the way is... a very normal phenomenon!"

"You need more samples and more data to support your technology iterations!"

"Maybe if we practice a few more times tomorrow, and 'invite' a few more senior students to try it out, we'll break through the technical bottleneck? Quantitative change leads to qualitative change!"

Little Fatty's eyes slowly widened, sparkling with a clear and insightful light. He nodded emphatically: "Hmm! The turtle understands!!"

Xiao Pang, who was feeling a bit insecure after seeing the two passenger feedback reports, was encouraged by his most trusted boss and his enthusiasm returned!

As for Qin Ming, he pressed his heart, which was pounding with guilt, and forcibly pulled his thoughts away from Xiao Pang.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. This is just an alternative use of Little Fatty's skills, nothing serious will happen!

He turned his attention back to Keda and Cangxuan—Xiaopang's "Void Delivery" was just a random, ingenious move; the real battlefront still depended on the two of them!

"Keda," Qin Ming said, looking at Su Yue Liu Luan, whose eyes were sharp and who was always ready to compete with Xuan He.

"Tomorrow's air battle will be crucial for you and Xuanhe. That feathered eagle is very high-level and extremely fast. Your mission is to entangle it, deprive it of air superiority, and create opportunities for the ground. There's no need for a direct confrontation; focus on maneuvering and using your Water Moon attribute to disrupt its vision and perception."

"Gah!" Keda confidently raised her graceful neck, the moonlight flowing on her wings appearing even cooler.

"Cangxuan," Qin Ming looked at the composed Xuantian Canglang, "your mission is the most important. The jungle environment is your home ground, and your abilities can be most effective in complex terrain."

I need you to make good use of your senses and oversee the overall situation. If necessary, you can use the power of your clones to disrupt their rhythm.

"Awoo." Cang Xuan responded in a low voice, his wolf eyes flashing with wisdom and calmness. He nodded slightly, already planning tomorrow's action route and support plan in his mind.

After arranging the two main players and seeing that everything was going smoothly, Qin Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I hope everything goes well tomorrow. But glancing at the chubby boy, still pondering and thinking with great determination, I silently added to myself: ...I just hope most things go smoothly.

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The next day, the simulated jungle battle zone was located outside the combat area.

Ten "hunters" dressed in the uniforms of senior students from Shanghai University quietly gathered. They were calm and collected, with sharp eyes.

Through aerial observation projections, one can see the summer camp participants who had already entered the combat zone to prepare.

"Tsk, so these are the people selected for this year's summer camp? They don't seem... anything particularly outstanding?"

A young man with a few strands of dyed hair crossed his arms and looked at the man with a nonchalant tone.

The companion next to him, wearing data analysis glasses, chimed in with equal bewilderment: "Yeah, with this lineup, I don't know which rich idiot threw in a huge sum of money at the last minute before the betting closed, betting on them to win? They're just handing us points."

"Exactly, all that careful thought and analysis I put in along the way, trying to identify any potential hidden gems, was just a complete waste of time..."

"Don't be careless!" A deep and authoritative voice interrupted coldly. The speaker was a young man standing at the front of the group. He was the captain of the hunter team, with a stern face and sharp eyes like a hawk.

"Underestimating your opponent is the hunter's biggest mistake."

His gaze swept over his teammates with an almost tangible intensity, causing them to immediately abandon their nonchalant expressions.

"These freshmen," the captain said slowly, his gaze once again falling on the group of students in the distance who, though young, did not appear flustered in their actions.

"Although they are not particularly outstanding based on their outward aura and the information we have, look closely at their expressions and eyes."

The team members looked in the direction their captain pointed.

Although the freshmen looked nervous, they showed little panic. Instead, they displayed a fighting spirit that seemed ready to be unleashed, and... a composure that seemed to be hiding a trump card.

"Captain, I admit their mentality might be a bit better than previous years," the young man with dyed hair still protested, "but a good mentality doesn't necessarily mean strong ability. In the end, it all comes down to skill!"

"Hey, look over there..." Suddenly, the girl with the keen observation skills narrowed her eyes and quietly pointed to the side and rear of the summer camp group. "That turtle... doesn't it look familiar?"

All eyes were instantly drawn to it. There stood a chubby-looking, ancient-looking black tortoise, slowly kicking its legs, seemingly doing some kind of warm-up exercise.

Sensing the attention and discussion, the chubby boy stopped kicking, looked around with his round head, blinked blankly, and then bounced around a couple more times.

"Pfft..." The young man with dyed hair almost burst out laughing. "It's just a fat turtle, what's so familiar about it? Have you seen the same one in some 'Rare Spirit Beast Compendium'?"

"I know what you're thinking, wondering if it's the one from the rumors at the academy... but this is the freshman training camp, the time and location don't match up! How could such an outrageous spirit beast possibly appear here?"

"Exactly, that kind of existence isn't something any random turtle-type spirit beast can just try to take advantage of!" another team member chimed in.

The girl who first raised the question frowned, carefully examining the turtle's shape and the contradictory aura it occasionally exuded. The more she looked, the more she felt it resembled a fleeting, blurry image from the information about the academy being taken down.

But her teammates also had a point, so she opened her mouth but swallowed back the guess that had just slipped out.

"Alright, stop speculating." The captain withdrew his gaze. Although he also felt that the turtle was a bit unusual, the mission was more important at the moment. "According to the original plan, after entering the simulated illusion, split up and use your advantages to gradually take them out. Remember, you can put pressure on them, but be careful with your actions."

"Yes!" the team members responded in unison, their figures disappearing silently into the dense jungle like ghosts.

At the same time, a clear and serious broadcast rang out throughout the simulated battle zone, reaching the ears of every summer camp participant who was on high alert:

"Attention! The 'Hunter' has entered!"

"Graduation Assessment - Now Officially Begins!"