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

The scene was too bizarre—a turtle, dragging a net bag containing what appeared to be scrap metal and ceramics, was "strolling" along the bottom of the river.

Before they could fully process the information from this comical and bizarre scene, something even more unexpected happened.

This giant turtle, seemingly "passing by" with its "full catch," glanced at the approaching frogman with its seemingly murky but actually shrewd little eyes, and then... without a second thought or looking back, it swam away slowly, dragging its "treasure" net, moving its limbs and turning around.

Gone? Just like that?!

"Wait! Follow it! See what it's dragging! Keep your distance and don't disturb it!" The team leader reacted and immediately gave the order.

The underwater divers were also bewildered by this sudden "mobile evidence display case," and only after hearing the order did they hurriedly adjust their posture and try to keep up.

However, despite its seemingly slow pace, the turtle was surprisingly fast due to the current and its swaying motion, which was disproportionate to its size.

The fact that he was dragging something and stirring up the water made the chase more difficult.

For a moment, the underwater scene became chaotic.

Frogmen trying to get closer to observe were blinded by the swaying net and the turbid water; some tried to grab the net but were pushed off course by the suddenly stronger undercurrent.

Someone tried to grab the turtle, but the turtle seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, and slapped it hard with its hind claws—a really heavy slap.

Seeing that the other frogmen were already panting heavily, while Little Fatty seemed to be swimming with ease and even wanted to do two more laps, Qin Ming finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Little Fatty, slow down! Swim slower, pretend you're tired, or you're tangled in the net!"

"If this continues, they'll start to suspect you're not a turtle but a submarine!" Qin Ming's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

Underwater, the chubby boy, who was having a great time, heard this and said "Oh," once again putting on his acting skills.

The giant turtle's paddling motions visibly slowed down, and its limbs moved with some difficulty. It turned out that its hind claws had been tripped by the tattered fishing net, causing its entire body to pause in the current and its speed to decrease.

Its swimming became erratic, and with the "heavy" load it was carrying, it finally revealed the clumsiness and hardship that a "normal" old turtle should have when it was carrying a heavy load.

Little Fatty was quite thoughtful. Worried that his reappearance might arouse suspicion, he specially changed his size. This time, he was even bigger than the giant flower turtle—his body was the size of a millstone, almost the largest size of a wild aquatic turtle.

Seeing its king so majestic, the old tortoise felt proud and paddled hard to get closer. This time, it followed behind the "giant tortoise" from the side. With the size difference, the roles were reversed, and the previous "family drama" instantly turned into a "brotherhood movie".

On the shore, seeing that the giant tortoise had slowed down and stopped its desperate escape, the frogmen who had been chasing it also steadied themselves and carefully used tools to dredge up the debris. Only then did everyone have time to catch their breath and start discussing.

"Good heavens, did we stir up a hornet's nest today? How come it's small one minute and then such a big one the next?" A technician stared at the screen, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"It's really rare. I've never heard of so many turtles in this section of the river before, and they're all bigger than the last."

Someone nearby chimed in, "But it's good, if this big guy hadn't been dragging this pile of 'junk' around, we wouldn't have noticed these things so quickly."

"That's true, these rusty iron pieces and broken cans look quite old; they might actually be related..."

Just then, Officer Mu, who had been staring at the screen with his eyes following the movement of the tortoise's shadow, suddenly rubbed his hands together violently, as if he had made up his mind.

His face showed a mixture of embarrassment and "finally found an opportunity" as he stepped forward and said to the frogman leader who was closely monitoring the salvage progress, "Um... Leader, excuse me."

"If... I mean, if we've finished our main business here a bit, and if the frogman brothers still have some spare time... could you do me a small favor and find a turtle in the river?"

Seeing that quite a few items were unexpectedly salvaged this time, and that this coincidence was related to turtles, it could be considered to be on the way, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to bring it up.

Even so, the people around, including the team leader, were stunned for a moment, thinking they had misheard. In this tense and serious case investigation scene, helping the police find… a turtle?

The team leader turned his head and looked at Officer Mu with a complicated expression, as if to confirm whether the other party had stayed up all night and become confused.

Using public resources for private purposes is a major taboo, let alone using a professional team of frogmen to find a pet.

This demand sounds utterly absurd! Even more absurd than what's happening right now!!

He had a bellyful of complaints but didn't know where to begin, but seeing that Officer Mu was not joking and was even blushing because he was too embarrassed to talk about it, he still refused to back down.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the question that was about to come out, and asked in as calm a tone as possible, "Tell me first, what turtle? Is it important?"

Officer Mu was taken aback by the question. Amidst the increasingly suspicious gazes of the crowd, he stiffly turned to Qin Ming, who had been observing from the sidelines, with a hint of pleading: "Advisor Qin, um... what exactly did that turtle you lost look like? Did it have any distinctive features?"

Qin Ming, suddenly called out and labeled "the loser," froze: "...?"

He lost his turtle!?

When did this happen?!

How come he didn't know?

Who told you that? Officer Mu?

Qin Ming's gaze slowly shifted to Officer Mu, who had a sincere expression on his face, and then glanced at the chubby boy on the screen who was trying his best to perform. He felt his mind go blank, and for a moment he seemed to vaguely hear the sound of water.