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

Little Fatty set off early in the morning and didn't return until midday.

She walked with a light and graceful posture, and returned with her belly flat on the ground.

With his profound skills and discerning palate, he utterly humiliated the group of chefs, forcing them to hand over their stock.

Those chefs who usually commanded respect and had absolute authority in the kitchen watched the round figure leave with complex expressions.

But the chubby boy, who kept complaining about this and that, actually ate until his belly was round and full before coming home.

There was even a trace of oil on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with the unique satisfaction of "eating good food".

Don't ask, just know that the local specialties from the seaside have a unique flavor, are delicious, and suit his taste.

After eating and packing leftovers, the chubby boy went back to reward the clones he had been cultivating for him these past few days.

The clone was sitting on a soft cushion in the corner of the room with its eyes closed, concentrating, its spiritual energy flowing slowly around it, showing that it wasn't slacking off.

Then Little Fatty moved to Qin Ming's desk to offer warmth to his hardworking and diligent boss who had to suffer because he didn't have the ability to create clones.

He took out the items one by one: grilled fish wrapped in oil paper, soup in bamboo tubes, pastries wrapped in lotus leaves, and a small jar of spirit fruit wine sealed with mud.

With each item he pulled out, his expression grew more proud, until finally his entire turtle-like face radiated a "praise me, praise me" glow.

Unaware of the inside story, Qin Ming looked at the pile of still steaming food in front of him, picked up a pastry and took a bite. As the crispy outer layer cracked between his teeth, the sweet aroma of the filling melted on his tongue.

His eyes widened slightly, and he gave Little Fatty a thumbs-up with certainty: "Fatty, it really is you!"

"Mmm~" Little Fatty happily shook his head and wagged his tail.

Keda and Cangxuan also affirmed it in their own ways, touching upon something brief and gentle, yet full of meaning.

Amidst the praise of the crowd, Little Fatty checked and comprehended the progress of his clone's cultivation.

When the mind probes into the clone, the increased power and insights instantly resonate.

Little Fatty nodded in satisfaction, then swayed out the door to meet his best friend for a sunbathing session.

His silhouette cast a rounded shadow in the afternoon sun, each step slow and deliberate, carrying a sense of "do today's work today" composure.

As Qin Ming watched the chubby boy's leisurely back, a strange sour feeling welled up in his mouth.

Once the chubby boy's figure was out of sight, Qin Ming murmured, "Don't Spirit Masters really have any innate skills like external avatars? I'm not doing this to be lazy; it's very useful for survival!"

Little Fatty's avatar was displayed before his eyes time and time again, from his clumsy initial learning to his current proficiency. Each time he used it, Qin Ming silently envied him.

That's an avatar—when you're tired, you can switch to a clone to carry the load; when you're in danger, you can use a clone to shield you; and you can even have a clone take care of things when you're out and about.

How practical!

"Caw!" Keda nodded deeply and flapped its wings vigorously. Little Fatty had been envious of this skill for a long time.

As a duck who is so diligent that he wishes he could split a minute in half, if he had a clone to take over and use up all the time, who could beat him?

Keda began to silently calculate: if he had three clones, one to cultivate spiritual power, one to hone his skills, and one to take care of the spirit master...

Just imagining that scene made his eyes sparkle.

Thus, Qin Ming, who said one thing but meant another, added another task to his daily cultivation: to search through ancient books and folk remedies and find a human version of his incarnation.

He began to linger in the depths of the border archives, where dusty bookshelves, long-neglected scrolls, and ancient books marked "doubtful" or "pending verification" became his daily haunts.

With so many books to read, he was too busy to even complain about Little Fatty.

Every day after returning from the training ground, he would bury himself in books, flipping through page after page, searching for anything that might be related to "cloning techniques," "incarnation techniques," or "substitution techniques."

The yellowed paper flipped through his fingers, the densely packed ancient characters sweeping past him line by line.

Several times, Kedavra flew over and patted him on the shoulder with her wing, signaling that it was time for him to sleep, but he just waved her off and turned to the next page.

He needed to hurry up and scan and import the data so that even if the signal became unstable after going into the sea, he wouldn't waste time.

With the deep-sea exchange competition approaching, communication will be limited and access to information will be difficult once at sea. He must gather all the information he can find before setting off.

So he sped up the process, scanning, proofreading, classifying, and archiving, working day and night.

Later on, Qin Ming's mind was filled with all sorts of obscure knowledge.

What "spiritual mimicry technique," what "mental projection technique," what "shadow transformation technique"—every time I see something that sounds like a clone technique, my heart races. Unfortunately, after careful study, I am disappointed to find that it is either an exaggeration or a technique that has been lost for a long time.

Mountains of books were piled up beside Qin Ming's desk, each with a different colored index tag stuck on it.

He was so engrossed in the sea of ​​books that he had forgotten why he had started looking for them in the first place.

Meanwhile, Little Fatty was sunbathing on the rocks by the sea, with a similarly round "turtle friend" lying not far away.

The sea breeze was gentle, the sun was warm, he yawned widely, tucked his head into his shell, and took another long, sweet nap.

……

Qin Ming was interrupted from reading by a communication.

"Qin Ming, come over here. There are some pre-departure procedures that need your confirmation." Operations Chief Yan Tuo's voice came through the communicator, steady and concise, the standard military tone.

Qin Ming responded, rubbed his sore eyes, closed the book that was open in front of him, and got up to leave.

The sea breeze blew in his face, carrying a salty and damp smell. Only then did he realize that he had been in the archives room for two whole days, and he could hardly tell what the sky was like outside.

The operations department's offices are located on the second floor of the border command center. The corridors are spacious and bright, and strategic maps and honor rolls hang on the walls.

When Qin Ming arrived, Yan Tuo was already waiting there, with a token and a communicator on the table.

"Keep this token safe. If you encounter a crisis you can't handle, crush it immediately, and we'll arrange for someone to bring you back."

Yan Tuo pushed the token in front of Qin Ming. It was a completely black token with intricate array patterns engraved on its surface.

"Of course, given the sincerity of the maritime authorities and the establishment of diplomatic relations, such a thing is highly unlikely to happen; it's just a precaution."

Qin Ming took the token, his fingertips touching its cool surface, and nodded: "Understood. Does this mean I'm to act alone, without any companions?"

His tone was somewhat uncertain. In his mind, such important exchanges usually involved sending multiple spirit masters together to support and cooperate with each other. However, the notification he received made no mention of any accompanying companions.

Operations Minister Yan Tuo gave the chubby little boy in Qin Ming's arms a meaningful look.

His gaze lingered on the chubby boy for a moment before shifting away, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He'd heard all about his boss's recent exploits!

The abnormal energy consumption in the training room, the self-repair of the formation, the frequent appearances of the Armored Turtle and the Xuanming Serpent, and the commander being forced to develop a habit of taking walks...

None of these incidents can be separated from this young man. Should someone accompany him?

Given Qin Ming's "trouble-prone nature," it might actually limit his performance.

"It's more convenient for you to be alone," Yan Tuo said briefly, but his tone left no room for argument.

He didn't explain further, but simply pointed to the palm-sized communicator, "A top-tier communicator that can be used even in the deep sea. Equipped with an independent energy core, it can maintain communication for at least three months in extreme environments. You can contact me anytime you need."

Qin Ming took the communicator, feeling its heavy, cool metallic texture, and felt a little more at ease.

Whether he travels alone or not, he doesn't really care. Anyway, he has more and more companions with him, and as long as they are by his side, he feels confident no matter where he is.

"Get ready, we'll depart this afternoon," Yan Tuo said finally.

"Understood." Qin Ming replied, put away the token and communicator, and turned to leave.