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

The muffled splash of water was exceptionally clear on the silent, deserted riverbank.

Fortunately, it was still early and there were few people around. A few anglers in the distance only glanced at the sound, saw that someone had put something into the water, and assumed that it was baiting the area, so they turned back and focused their attention back on the slight trembling of the float.

As for Old Zhou, a spectator nearby, although he didn't know why Qin Ming would throw a turtle into the water like that, he figured that Qin Ming must have something to say about it since he was so calm.

As for Qin Ming, he was actually a little unsure of the situation, but there was still hope. He calmly focused his mind and transmitted his voice, "Little Fatty, are you awake? Move around a bit."

Surrounded by the icy river water deep underwater, the chubby little boy opened his beady black eyes a crack, slowly paddling his limbs a few times to dispel the last bit of sleepiness.

A vague but clear thought returned: "Hmm... I'm awake. Have we arrived?"

"We've arrived. Wake up! Quickly find your tortoise subordinates. Core task: Arrange the relocation."

The frogman team will likely be going into the water today or tomorrow; we can't stay here, especially with that crocodile.

Qin Ming's instructions were concise and clear.

"Hmm... okay."

Without further delay, Little Fatty adjusted to the current and then slowly swam towards the direction where the big flower turtle usually lingered, as he remembered it.

His shrunken form was inconspicuous in the deep water, but his unique, superior aura, belonging to the Xuan Turtle, spread quietly like a lighthouse in the water.

Wherever he went, the turtles and tortoises that were actively foraging or playing in the morning, regardless of size, would pause and then turn around, either respectfully making way for him or quickly waving their limbs to follow him, like subjects welcoming a king on a tour.

The message was relayed layer by layer in the unique way of the turtles and tortoises. When Little Fatty arrived at the river bend with abundant aquatic plants and gentle currents, the big-flowered turtle, which had been informed, had already led dozens of larger, glossy-shelled "turtle ministers and generals" to wait in line.

The giant tortoise stretched its neck excitedly, its eyes sparkling with admiration and pride, eager to report its "glorious achievements" to its idol and "boss" during this period.

—The results of sweeping up the "strange things" at the bottom of the river, the prosperity brought about by anglers feeding them, the expansion of territory, and even the increase in the number of turtles...

However, before it could even begin its "performance report," which it had been preparing for so long, it was interrupted by Little Fatty's concise words.

"Get ready to move. All turtles and crocodiles, get out of this area as soon as possible and go upstream or to a more secluded tributary."

The giant tortoise's outstretched neck froze instantly, its eyes solidifying before turning into utter bewilderment and astonishment: "!?!"

Relocate? Leave here? Why?!

It seemed as if struck by lightning; its massive shell shook, and the mud beneath its feet was stirred up into a murky mass.

It suddenly took two steps back, the soft skin on its neck trembling violently, and said with great distress, "Boss... Boss! Is it... is it something we did wrong that made you angry? Or did we fail in our duties and disappoint you?"

In the absence of its leader, it worked diligently day and night, ensuring a thriving turtle population, ample fish food, and peace in its territory. Just when it saw the turtles about to become the uncrowned kings of this waterway, enjoying the benefits and respect from the tributes paid by other aquatic creatures... how could it possibly give up and relinquish its position?!

No kidding, thanks to the generous feeding by anglers, this river bend has become a recognized "food paradise" and "feng shui treasure land" in the downstream waters.

Many fish migrate here with their families, just to get a taste of the delicious, misty bait.

With the aquatic population density increasing significantly, competition for ecological niches has intensified considerably. If they move away now, wouldn't they be handing over the prime prey to new competitors?

Besides, relocation is not so easy. Although turtles are highly adaptable, they are still particular about their habitat selection.

This river bend has suitable water depth, soft mud for hibernation, rocks and aquatic plants for hiding and sunbathing, and a food source that is exceptionally stable due to human feeding.

The situation upstream is unknown. What if it's a rapid current and shallow waters, or there's a lack of suitable spawning grounds? There are still many hatchlings and young turtles in the population, so the risks of a long migration are considerable.

More realistically, their unusual activity during this period had already attracted the attention of some of their "old neighbors".

These shrewd creatures could see that the recent abnormalities in humans were related to the turtle population. After enjoying the benefits, they tacitly turned a blind eye to the turtles' behavior and even made some exceptions for them.

Although the newly migrated aquatic creatures were unaware of the situation, most of them followed suit. This has created the delicate balance in this body of water where "turtles dominate the order and all species tacitly agree to coexist and prosper."

With both their ecological niche and neighborhood relationships at their optimal state, the turtles' quality of life visibly improves.

If it weren't for such tangible benefits, relying solely on the "boss's orders," even some habitually lazy turtles and tortoises might not be able to carry out the "treasure hunt at the bottom of the river" task with such enthusiasm and efficiency.

—In just over a week, it almost swept through the entire riverbed downstream, giving the anglers on the bank a "new surprise" every day.

A series of weighings of pros and cons, and considerations for the future of the species, flashed through the big-spotted turtle's mind. It was Little Fatty's most loyal follower, and by all accounts, it shouldn't have questioned its leader's orders in the slightest.

But at this moment, a sense of tragic grandeur, akin to a loyal minister dying for his country, welled up within it. It cried out in anguish, "This...this cannot be allowed! My lord, please reconsider!"

"Hmm?" The chubby boy tilted his head, a look of confusion in his eyes.

He was just relaying the Spirit Master's instructions, so why is everyone reacting so strongly? Is moving difficult? He can live anywhere with his boss.

"We are not familiar with the upstream water environment; the undercurrents, predators, and food sources are all unknown."

The giant tortoise struggled to organize its "language," trying to make the leader understand the complexity of the situation: "Here, thanks to our efforts over this period, the water conditions are excellent, food is plentiful, and the neighbors... are harmonious. The group lives very peacefully here. A hasty migration might cause unforeseen changes and be detrimental to the group's development!"

Although the turtles and tortoises behind it couldn't explain it as clearly as the giant flower turtle, a deep sense of unease and reluctance rippled outwards like waves.

Many turtles and tortoises followed suit, emitting low, ambiguous "woo-woo" sounds, their claws nervously scratching at the mud and sand at the bottom of the river.

Little Fatty, who had never truly lived in a complex wild ecosystem and had always been waited on hand and foot by Qin Ming, suddenly realized for the first time that things were not as simple as he thought.

This is not something he can easily subdue by force or intimidate with his presence. These "subordinates" seem to have their own thoughts and concerns.