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

With his Dao heart shattered, Ge Wei struggled underwater for more than ten minutes under Qin Ming's personal demonstration and patient guidance before he finally managed to grasp a little bit of the trick to "peaceful communication" with the wild turtle population.

When he climbed ashore, exhausted and with a few insignificant scratches from the tortoise claws, thinking he could finally catch his breath, drink some hot water, and rest, he was spotted by his teammates.

"Brother Wei, what's going on? Didn't you say you were really good with turtles? Why are you acting like you're in a war zone, while Advisor Qin's side is all calm and peaceful, and turtles are even lining up?"

A teammate he usually got along with nudged him with his elbow, his face full of suspicion.

"Yeah, I thought you'd be able to chat with the turtle, but this is all?" Another team member chimed in, clicking his tongue twice. "This job looks much easier and more interesting than our usual grueling, carpet-bombing searches. I should have applied too; maybe I could have done it?"

His teammates' half-joking teasing felt like knives stabbing into Ge Wei's heart.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word of his bitterness. What could he say?

The turtles underwater seemed to be targeting him. He felt something was off all day, like someone or some turtle was playing him.

Just like his dog, it needs to bite him every day to feel at ease...

At first, he thought the turtle had bad eyesight, until he realized that the turtle never bit his daughter's or wife's hands...

Ge Wei subconsciously glanced in Qin Ming's direction.

Consultant Qin was being supported by Officer Mu, sitting on a folding chair to rest. He was holding a thermos in his hand, his gaze fixed on the water, looking thoughtful and lost in thought.

The pure black turtle at his feet lay quietly basking in the sun, looking obedient and docile.

"It can't be that bad..." Ge Wei muttered to himself. "Advisor Qin seems quite upright, and so does his turtle. Could it be... that my aura is off, making the turtle particularly resentful?"

As he was having doubts, Qin Ming, after Officer Mu's gentle advice to "be careful and keep warm," stopped insisting on going into the water.

Holding a cup of goji berry tea that Officer Mu had somehow gotten his hands on, he slowly strolled to the monitor screen and began watching the underwater camera transmit the latest developments in the establishment of diplomatic relations between Ge Wei and the turtle community.

After observing for a while, Qin Ming felt somewhat relieved.

Although the process was bumpy and far less efficient than I could have done, it at least proved that, with the lure of food and proper guidance, these tortoises and turtles that have begun to develop intelligence can understand simple rules of "exchange" and are willing to engage in limited interactions with certain humans.

It seems that the "turtle and tortoise intelligence network" along this river has already laid the foundation for cooperation with the authorities. As for the extent of this cooperation, that remains to be seen through further collaboration and training.

Of course, the frogman team without "cheat codes" is still in the exploration and data accumulation stage, and dares not draw such a conclusion as Qin Ming.

So, in the following two days, Qin Ming's role was more like that of a "tool" and a "mascot".

He would show up with his little chubby friend every day, then, holding the increasingly handy thermos, he would drift off into his own thoughts.

"How's the plan to raise the flock of birds going, Keda?"

After all, Qin Ming doesn't have wings, nor does he have the right to openly patrol the skies above the city. He can only rely on Keda for remote communication and management.

"Gah!" Keda's thoughts echoed, carrying his characteristically high-spirited tone, "Everything is going smoothly! All patrol teams in each area are in position, and the memorization of the 'key terms' in laws and regulations is progressing well!"

"It's just... some of the new recruits are too straightforward, lacking both 'ammunition reserves' and 'deployment accuracy'! It's really a headache for me!"

Qin Ming: "...?"

He nearly choked on his goji berry water. Ammunition reserves? Deployment accuracy? What kind of outrageous language is this!

He quickly took out his phone and browsed through local news and social hot topics. Only after confirming that there were no trending topics such as "a section of road was suddenly bombarded by bird droppings" or "a car owner lamented that his beloved car had become a speckled canvas" did he feel a little relieved.

"Uh... Keda," Qin Ming carefully chose his words, "Maintaining order relies more on persuasion; 'physical reminders' should be used sparingly, or ideally avoided altogether. Let's take it slow, no rush. You've already done a great job!"

He dared not ask any more questions, fearing that Keda might be encouraged to carry out the work of the "Bird Discipline Committee" even more radically, and that scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.

With this in mind, Qin Ming decisively switched channels.

"Cangxuan, how's the situation on your end? Are there any unusual occurrences at the edge of the mountainous area?"

Cangxuan's response was as concise and steady as ever, carrying a reassuring power: "Aww, everything is fine, no one has entered the country."

well.

Qin Ming nodded in satisfaction. After several days of getting up early and freezing on the riverbank, he finally understood the simple happiness of having nothing happen.

He held his thermos, took a sip of perfectly brewed goji berry water, and comfortably closed his eyes.

On the shore, Ge Wei's progress was clearly visible to the naked eye.

Since he suddenly realized he should learn from Qin Ming and started bringing some treats that turtles like, and with Xiao Pang's subtle "guidance," his interactions with the turtles have become much smoother.

Although it's not yet possible to get the turtles to line up and hand over "items," it can at least attract a few turtles to come closer and try some simple "food-for-goods" exchanges, collecting some odds and ends such as rusted nails, broken porcelain shards, and old-fashioned buttons.

Although these "gains" have little direct value in the case, they have already satisfied Xu Zhengang, the team leader, and the technicians responsible for recording them, as behavioral observation samples and empirical evidence of the "possibility of turtle cooperation".

Qin Ming watched as Ge Wei's increasingly skillful maneuvers and nodded in approval.

I'll double-check the situation today and stabilize the momentum, then I can gracefully retire tomorrow and stay home "claiming illness" with peace of mind.

He blew away the steam rising from the thermos and took another sip.

When he looked up again, Ge Wei had completed another round of underwater observation and climbed ashore with a slightly tired but more excited smile.

These days, he even brought his own turtle with him, which is one of the reasons why he has made great progress.

Qin Ming greeted him with a smile: "Ge Wei, you did a great job today! Your efficiency has improved significantly, and your interaction with the turtles is becoming more and more natural."

"It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, Consultant Qin!"

Ge Wei said modestly, but his gaze unconsciously drifted to the quiet and chubby little boy at Qin Ming's feet.

He hesitated for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face that was a mixture of anticipation, earnestness, and even a hint of "selling." He cleared his throat and said:

"Advisor Qin, look at my mother grass, she is in her prime, strong and healthy, gentle and suitable for home and family!"

Your... Brother Ink Turtle is so exceptionally intelligent and handsome... I wonder if you'd be interested in... us becoming in-laws?

As he spoke, he proudly and gently touched the edge of his mother turtle's carapace.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Qin Ming almost spat out the mouthful of goji berry water he was holding, choking and coughing several times until his face turned red.

What storms and monsters hadn't he seen? Qin Ming, who prided himself on having tempered his mind to the point of being as calm as a still well, was now so shocked by the sudden "turtle matchmaking proposal" that his soul seemed to leave his body.

His hand holding the thermos trembled violently, and almost instinctively he took three large steps back, instantly creating distance between them. His face was filled with a look of terror that screamed, "Don't touch me!"

No way! We're not going!

He scooped up the chubby boy who was still in a daze from the ground, which solidified his resolve to "claim illness tomorrow and never come, no matter what."

"Cough... Comrade Ge Wei," Qin Ming finally caught his breath and forced himself to calm down, but the wariness and resistance in his eyes were almost tangible.

"My turtle is still young and its mind hasn't developed yet. All it knows is eating, drinking, and playing. It hasn't considered the important matters of its life yet. I appreciate your kindness, really."

Suddenly lifted off the ground and with its limbs dangling in the air, the chubby little boy waved its paws in confusion, its black bean eyes filled with bewilderment.

Disappointment flashed across Ge Wei's face, but he was still unwilling to give up. "Advisor Qin, don't be in such a hurry to refuse! Your turtle is so smart and clever, its genes are so excellent! If it can leave offspring, they will definitely be the best among turtles, which will be a great thing for the subsequent plans!"

The more he talked, the more sense it made, and his gaze grew increasingly intense.

The chubby boy, who had relaxed in Qin Ming's arms and was about to take another nap, finally understood what it meant.

He jolted awake, abruptly retracting his head, limbs, and everything else into his shell with a "whoosh," demonstrating with his actions that he wouldn't listen, wouldn't listen, even if the tortoise was chanting scriptures...

Ge Wei was still lost in his own thoughts. He reached out and gently stroked the side of Little Fatty's carapace. "Look how calm it is, it never bites... Ah—!!!"

Before he could finish saying the word "human," a jet-black turtle head suddenly emerged from the shell crevice, opened its mouth with lightning speed and precision, and "snap" took a bite!

The speed was so fast, the force so fierce, and the angle so tricky that Qin Ming had no time to stop it.

"Fatty! Go easy on him!" Qin Ming exclaimed.

"Pah!"

The moment the little fat boy bit into the food, he let go and even turned his head to the side and spat. His black bean eyes were full of disgust.

Then it quickly pulled its head back in again, this time not revealing even a tiny gap.

The air at the scene froze.

Ge Wei froze on the spot, his smile completely frozen.

He slowly raised his right hand, and on the pad of his index finger, there was a clear, deep red ring of tortoise-tooth marks. Although the skin wasn't broken, the depth of the marks pierced his heart...