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

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The results of the hunting mission are in, and it's a complete upset! A precedent not seen in nearly thirty years!"

The campus forums and chat groups of Shanghai University were instantly flooded with this message, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples everywhere.

Countless people logged into the internal system in disbelief, repeatedly refreshing the simple yet glaring result—[Hunter Team, surrendered at halftime. Summer Camp Team, won.]

"How is this possible?! Ten against thirty-nine, a complete level and experience advantage, how could they lose?"

"Is there a system error? Or is there some inside story we don't know about?"

"Match fixed! It's definitely fixed! There's something fishy going on! I won't accept this! My points! I bet them all on the Hunters to win!"

"Waaaaah... I'll be eating instant noodles for the next month..."

"I'm worse off than you, I'll have to eat for two months..."

Two unfortunate souls met in front of the bulletin board, about to embrace and weep, when a more plaintive voice came from behind: "...I...I leveraged..."

Wails rose and fell, and the air was thick with the despair of bankruptcy.

In a corner of the crowd, Si Yan swiftly grabbed Zhang He, who was about to jump up and cheer, and silently mouthed a reminder: "Keep it down! Do you want to become the target of everyone's anger?"

However, Zhang He was filled with excitement. Not only had he received a windfall, but the complaints from those around him were like music to his victory. How could he possibly resist?

At this moment, he felt like he was floating on air, his lips curving into an uncontrollable smile, his whole body trembling as he tried to suppress his laughter.

Seeing his heart breaking, Si Yan sighed helplessly, grabbed his arm, and forcibly dragged him away from this "place of sorrow" amidst repeated "excuse me"s and lamentations.

Only after escaping the mainstream crowd did Zhang He finally burst into laughter: "Hahaha... We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich! Si Yan, you're truly my brother! You were so prescient! Junior Qin is amazing!"

He danced with excitement, but then a question arose: "But how exactly did Qin Ming and his team win? Why aren't there any replays or highlights online? The academy did an amazing job keeping this a secret!"

A solitary celebration becomes awkward in the quiet. "Si Yan, were you even listening?"

Si Yan adjusted his glasses and calmly replied, "I'm listening."

It's gone.

Although he was curious, he wasn't outspoken and quietly pondered the possible hidden story.

Meanwhile, the hunters, who had been the subject of much discussion, debate, and even condemnation by countless students in Shanghai, were now walking back dejectedly.

They reviewed the nightmarish duel in a somber atmosphere.

"Speaking of which... can't we really go find that... legendary spirit beast with a special attribute, and ask for its autograph or something?"

Those hunters who hadn't faced the hunters head-on, though still showing lingering fear, couldn't help but have stars in their eyes.

"No way!" someone immediately objected decisively. "It's said that big shot has a bad temper and will unleash his ultimate move at the slightest provocation, especially 'spatial exile.' Just think about the Gold Rending Beast..."

Mentioning the Gold Rift Beast, several hunters who had personally experienced the spatial baptism immediately twisted their expressions, as if recalling some extremely unpleasant experience. They waved their hands repeatedly, refusing to say any more details.

"Wow, a big shot is a big shot. He has the ability and the personality!" someone exclaimed, their tone complex.

In the silence, someone tried to change the subject, analyzing the reasons for the defeat: "This match was too bizarre. Actually, the opponent's overall strength wasn't that great, but throughout the whole game, it felt like we were stripped naked. The opponent seemed to have supernatural vision; they seemed to know everything about our movements and weaknesses..."

"Indeed, that can't be explained by simple luck or clever tactics."

"There's definitely a spirit beast with top-notch reconnaissance abilities on the other side," someone pointed out, echoing the sentiments of many. "Is it that howling wolf? Or some rare spirit beast we haven't spotted yet? Has anyone seen it clearly?"

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned once again to the three teammates who were the first to be sent away by "Space Express" and whose faces were still somewhat pale.

The veins on the foreheads of the three men throbbed slightly; they had suffered the greatest blow and at this moment only wanted to quietly lick their wounds, but fate had other plans.

The Spirit Master of the Rending Gold Beast, being the strongest in the three-person team, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, saying, "I... I didn't see it very clearly."

A chorus of disappointed "tsk~" sounds immediately rang out from the surroundings.

He took a deep breath and continued, "But... it's most likely that wolf."

"Why? Explain in detail!"

"That wolf... its aura is very mysterious, giving people a feeling of unfathomable depth. Most importantly," he paused, his voice dry, "it should be under the same spirit master as that space-attribute turtle."

As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd, who had been somewhat intrigued, fell silent.

The logic is sound, but... why does it make me feel so unhappy?

A strong general has no weak soldiers under his command?

Is this how extravagant the team configuration of a top executive is?

Okay, you're so great, whatever you say is right.

"Actually... with such an absurdly strong game-changer on the other side, our loss... doesn't seem so unfair?" Someone tried to comfort everyone, and also to comfort themselves.

"Even if we did it again, I can't say what would happen..." This statement was a bit too pessimistic, attracting a variety of mixed looks from those around him.

"Then why are we being bombarded with insults on the official website?" Someone asked, pulling out their phone in frustration and scrolling through various mocking and questioning posts on the forum.

Zhao Hao also went over to take a look, and clicked his tongue: "Wow, they scolded me pretty badly... Luckily I'm broke and don't have money to bet, otherwise I would have lost a lot too."

Everyone: "..."

"Captain," a team member said, looking at the team leader who had remained silent, "Are we really not going to offer any official explanation? Are we just going to let them keep hurling insults like this?"

The young team leader looked up, his gaze sweeping over the dejected team members, and slowly said, "The outcome is already decided; any explanation would just be a cover-up."

He paused, lowering his voice even further: "And do you want to see just how popular the term 'spatial attribute spirit beast' is across the internet? How crazy are the clicks and discussions for every vague description it generates?"

The team members were taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening, and their expressions changed slightly.

"you mean……"

"If we were to openly admit that the opposing team has a Xuan Turtle capable of spatial teleportation and almost certainly possessing spatial attributes... do you think our battle videos and 'glorious deeds' would be unearthed and publicized to what extent?"

"We're only losing face within the academy right now. But once the details are exposed, we'll likely be hung on the 'pillar of shame' nationwide and repeatedly vilified!"

hiss--!

Everyone gasped! The scene was too horrible to imagine!

"But... this will be exposed eventually, won't it?" someone asked timidly.

"Every day we delay is a day we can!" the young man said decisively. "Besides, there will definitely be more unfortunate... cough, more 'lucky' teams in the future who will experience how powerful this turtle is. When that happens, it's always good to have someone else to share the firepower."

"That makes sense!"

"Captain's insight is brilliant!"

Driven by a shared desire to save face and a subtle hope that someone might sympathize with them in the future, everyone, with solemn expressions and resolute eyes, reached a silent consensus—the secret about a certain turtle must be kept under wraps! For as long as possible!

As for the doubts and criticisms from the outside world?

It's just a matter of making a choice.