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

When Qin Ming woke up, even he was shocked—how could a person sleep for so long?

He propped himself up on his arms and sat up in bed. He slept for a day and two nights without eating or drinking.

Qin Ming rubbed his temples, trying to get his muddled brain working again.

He hoped to learn the lightness of birds, the agility of wolves, and the good fortune of butterflies from the feedback of his contract with the spirit beasts, but he certainly didn't want to learn the hibernation of turtles!

Little Fatty ruined my life!

While Qin Ming was still confused, he smoothly pinned the blame on Little Fatty. The fluidity of his actions and the self-consistency of his logic made it a textbook example of shifting blame.

The chubby boy sleeping next to the bed: ?

Little Fatty happened to wake up too, but he just lay there next to the pillow without moving.

Suddenly called out, he slowly raised his head, his small eyes filled with great confusion.

Qin Ming was also taken aback; he hadn't expected the person in question to be right next to him.

Looking down at Little Fatty, Little Fatty looked up at him, and the two stared at each other in bewilderment.

"Fatty, why are you back?" Qin Ming broke the silence first. "Could it be that you've already looked down on all the marine life in the surrounding waters?"

This is no joke. Qin Ming reasonably estimated that the little fat boy's inner world was already a paradise that was hard to find anywhere else in the world.

"Hmm, boss, you're overthinking things. You're sleeping soundly at home." Little Fatty raised a front paw to rub his eyes, then opened his mouth to yawn.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming was speechless, because he seemed to be sleeping quite soundly, perhaps even too soundly.

"Then you can go back to sleep." He threw off the covers and got up, stretching his limbs, his joints cracking, but he felt refreshed. "I'll go to Officer Mu's place and see if I can replenish Jin Zhu's energy while I'm at it."

Before leaving, Qin Ming roughly sensed the locations of his spirit beasts. His mental energy silently extended along the contract connection, and several blurry but stable coordinates gradually appeared in his mind.

Cangxuan was in the mountains to the north, while Keda and the Black Hole flew surprisingly far, reaching the airspace of a neighboring province. No one knew how they managed to fly there.

After sensing the movements of the spirit beast, Qin Ming also tested his increased mental strength after his breakthrough.

Mental power is different from spiritual power; it is an ability that accompanies the soul and is not weakened by the transition between the two worlds.

The stronger his mental power was in the other world, the stronger it would be back on Earth.

After breaking through to the fifth level, his mental strength did indeed increase significantly. His perception range expanded by nearly double, and his clarity also improved.

But after Qin Ming spread his mental energy and carefully scanned his house, the expression on his face gradually became subtle.

The range he could sense was, at most, just one room and half a corridor. To use a router as an analogy, it couldn't even beat a regular home Wi-Fi signal—at least that signal could penetrate two walls, while his mental energy started to weaken after just one wall, and it would give him a headache after a while.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming suddenly felt utterly bored.

What troubled him even more was another problem.

With increased mental strength, the precision of perception also improved. What used to be vague and only able to be sensed in general shape, now has clear lines and details.

He was initially quite excited, feeling that he had finally gained some extraordinary perception. However, when he found the first spider web under the bed, most of his excitement vanished.

He crouched down and used his mental power to zoom in for a closer look. Grayish-brown spiderwebs were stuck in the crack between the bed frame and the wall, with the empty shells of several small insects of indistinct species hanging on them.

Can we just ignore these unsanitary corners and let them go unnoticed?

Qin Ming got up, putting the matter aside for the time being. His spiritual energy continued to spread, and another spider web appeared in the corner of the cabinet, even larger than the one under his bed, with the spider itself sitting upright in the center.

Even more outrageous, there was a small patch of mold in the corner under the kitchen sink. Under the high-definition visualization of the mental energy, every single fungal filament looked as if it were being photographed through a microscope.

Qin Ming fell into deep thought.

He scanned the area, repeatedly switching between "clear" and "unclear".

Not to mention being a germaphobe, he's at least not a slovenly person. He usually keeps the floor and table spotless, but after a mental self-examination, it seems like his own home isn't clean at all.

Not to mention outside.

He went outside and opened up a whole new perspective to look at the flower beds and pond downstairs.

Then he regretted it.

How many eggs are you going to lay, you big moth?

Damn, there are mosquitoes too!

Qin Ming originally only intended to observe without taking any action. But the mosquito larvae swam up and down in the water, its slender body twisting and turning.

Qin Ming stepped forward and scooped up the wastewater, which had a severely excessive level of biological contamination.

The movements were clean, swift, and decisive, without any hesitation.

Then he took out his phone and ordered a powerful mosquito swatter. He realized he hadn't discovered it in time, and there were other ponds in other communities that he couldn't cover.

Let's protect ourselves first.

After doing all this, Qin Ming started walking towards Officer Mu's office again.

Along the way, we stopped and started. Snails lay on the stone steps by the roadside, leaving trails of silvery slime behind them; frogs puffed out their cheeks and croaked noisily; toads, though ugly, were honest and law-abiding, and beneficial to the ecosystem.

Qin Ming had never known before that so many creatures lived near his neighborhood.

These amphibians, reptiles, mollusks, and countless insects he couldn't name seemed to have suddenly sprung up from underground. And the most crucial problem was—they weren't clean!

Qin Ming was completely distraught.

His expression changed repeatedly as he walked.

As his perception continued to expand, more biological behaviors were transmitted to his brain without reservation.

Because spring has arrived, all things are reviving, and it's mating season for animals again.

On the community wall, stray cats openly flirted; deep in the flower bed, insects, whether crickets or grasshoppers, chirped in a dense and rhythmic chorus; even a passing stray dog ​​was behaving suspiciously towards a pillar.

Qin Ming's mental power clearly captured every detail, every frame, and every sound that could not be described in words.

Qin Ming didn't want to watch the film.

But the cats and dogs clearly don't care about their privacy at all.

Qin Ming quickened his pace, almost fleeing in panic.

He felt that his mental energy was being corrupted.

……

Meanwhile, the trio spying from the building across the street with their ultra-long-range cameras were on the verge of losing their tempers.

The tall, thin man was leaning against the windowsill, one eye pressed against the viewfinder of a telephoto camera, the other eye already watering from not blinking for so long.

He watched Qin Ming's behavior the whole way, and the more he watched, the more suspicious he became.

"Is this person mentally unstable?"

He put down his camera, turned to his two companions, and his voice carried a weariness that suggested he had been driven to the brink of collapse.

From the moment Qin Ming stepped out of the building, he was convinced that he could predict the target's walking route—there were only two paths after leaving the community: the bus stop to the left and the subway entrance to the right, and normal people would walk in a straight line.

But Qin Ming deliberately avoided walking in a straight line. He would take two steps, stop by the flowerbed, and stare blankly. Then, after taking three more steps, he would turn to the pond and fidget with something. Then, inexplicably, he would take two steps back and turn in another direction. He turned a mere hundred meters into a zigzag pattern!

"He turns after just a couple of steps! And he's standing there in a daze! Where is he going?" The tall, thin man scratched his head. Of all the people he'd ever squatted down before, this was the first one whose next move was so completely unpredictable.

A man wearing glasses with a laptop in front of him looked up. On the screen was a map of Qin Ming's walking route that he had just recorded. The dense red dots drew a geometric shape in the neighborhood with no discernible pattern.

He pushed up his glasses, his expression very serious, as if he were solving an extremely tricky problem.

"He's even more exaggerated than Xiaoming, who's always forgetting things and going back and forth in math problems. Do you remember that problem? — 'Xiaoming sets off from home to go to school, but halfway there he realizes he forgot his homework, so he goes back home, gets his homework, and sets off again, but halfway there he realizes he forgot his pencil case...'"

"Stop talking." The burly man slapped himself on the forehead with a muffled sound, his palm covering half of his face.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then looked up at his two companions with a gaze that seemed to have weathered countless storms and finally resigned to his fate. "I feel terrible. If this deal really falls through, how much will the penalty be?"

Upon hearing this, the bespectacled man silently opened a spreadsheet on his computer, tapped a few times on the numeric keypad with his slender fingers, and then turned the screen to show the burly man.

His movements were very light, as if he were displaying an obituary.

The burly man glanced at the number and fell silent.

Three years of hard work for nothing.

Three years.

If he really has to pay this penalty, his future life plan will have to change from "steady progress and building a strong business" to "starting over and making a comeback".

He turned his gaze back to the window, and through the telephoto lens, the elusive target stopped at that moment, staring blankly at a clump of grass by the roadside for a few seconds before suddenly making a sharp turn, as if there was something hidden in that clump of grass that he didn't want to encounter.

The burly man took a deep breath and stubbed out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.

To do it or not to do it?

This is a problem.

……

"Officer Mu, please give me a glass of pure water that is free of additives and not left overnight."

Having set off early in the morning and arriving at noon, Qin Ming pushed open the door to Officer Mu's office, looking as if he was about to collapse from a long journey.

What used to be a half-hour journey felt like a spiritual trek, with so many microscopic worlds challenging his cognitive boundaries that he didn't want to understand.

Officer Mu, who has moved to a new office and is now known as a "herdsman" by others, is organizing a thick stack of files.

Upon hearing Qin Ming's voice, Officer Mu looked up and then subtly moved the strong tea that had been sitting on the table overnight further away.

"Would bottled mineral water be okay? The expiration date is very recent." Officer Mu took out an unopened bottle of mineral water.

Qin Ming's request was strange,

Just as Qin Ming was about to take it, he subconsciously glanced at the bottle cap. Under the high-definition display, there was an extremely familiar biological mark on the edge of the bottle cap.

He shook his head inwardly and gently placed the mineral water bottle back on the table.

"I don't think I'm that thirsty anymore." He coughed and got to the point, "Any tricky cases lately? I'd like to work on my observation and deduction skills."

He wanted to use this as practice, to fight poison with poison!

Upon hearing this, Officer Mu's expression turned serious.

If someone approached a case with this joking attitude, he would definitely give them a good scolding—a case is not a toy, and the criminal investigation team is not a training ground.

But as for Advisor Qin's words, consider the other party's impressive past record.

Officer Mu honestly replied, "Yes, I'll contact them to confirm their group's progress."

He picked up the landline on the table and dialed the internal number. While waiting for the call to connect, he glanced at Qin Ming.

The young man was leaning back in his chair, resting with his eyes closed. His expression was much calmer than when he had entered the room, and he no longer felt that subtle pain of being contaminated by something.

I wonder what he saw along the way?

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P.S.: This is a small consolation for the oversized chapter. Thanks for your support!