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

"How...did you do that?" Qin Ming's question was somewhat hesitant.

In half a day, they figured out the distribution of resources, inquired about the movements within the tribe, participated in a banquet, and even ate and took some food.

The efficiency was so high that it felt unreal to him.

"The turtle is chatting, while its clones are helping to gather intelligence; the turtle is eating, while its clones are helping to package it; the turtle is..." Little Fatty counted carefully, counting on its claws.

Qin Ming raised his hand to interrupt the chubby boy's spellcasting: "That's enough."

It's a skill he can't learn; that's enough for him.

He didn't want to know how much Little Fatty did with his clones at the same time, nor did he want to know how a clone could collect intelligence while simultaneously disassembling.

These details, to a human without the talent of creating an avatar, only amplify his envy and resentment.

Qin Ming angrily took a big bite of crab stick. As the sweet juice melted on his tongue, it washed away the complex and unsettling feelings in his heart.

He chewed and swallowed the crab meat, listening to the little fat boy's rambling complaints before finally concluding, "So you don't want to simply win by showing off your strength, but rather you want a long-term, reliable, and respected dominant position?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean!" Little Fatty nodded, his eyes shining as he looked at Qin Ming. "After all, everyone was quite friendly, and they even treated the turtle to good food. The turtle didn't want to fight!"

His tail tip swayed gently, and there was an almost eager expectation in his eyes, as if he was about to say that he also wanted to be the boss.

Otherwise, why would he bring food to bribe the boss?

Qin Ming, gradually healed by the delicious food, calmed down.

He put the crab leg bone aside, wiped his hands, and said seriously to Little Fatty, "The most fundamental question now is whether you simply take a piece of the existing resource pie, or whether you can make the pie bigger."

"The former is about competition, the latter is about creation. The former will make you enemies, the latter will make you needed."

"Hmm?" Little Fatty tilted his head thoughtfully, a serious look flashing in his dark eyes.

He may not have fully understood, but he was trying to digest what Qin Ming was saying.

"Think about what unique abilities you have?" Qin Ming prompted, slowing his speech.

"Hmm, can I eat it?" Little Fatty answered tentatively.

Qin Ming's lips twitched. "Put it another way."

Little Fatty tentatively asked, "Is the internal space very large?"

Qin Ming nodded slowly.

Little Fatty's spatial ability is a real advantage—he can carry a large amount of supplies with him, serve as a temporary storage and transit station in critical moments, and may even develop into a mobile logistics base in the future.

The potential of this ability has not been fully developed, and its value in resource circulation and material allocation is irreplaceable by many combat-type spirit beasts.

Encouraged, the chubby boy continued, "Runs fast."

Qin Ming subconsciously glanced at the chubby little boy's short legs.

Those legs aren't actually long; in fact, they appear even shorter and thicker due to the amount of flesh they have. But the mobility granted by the spatial attributes is simply unreasonable.

He paused for a moment, then gave an affirmative reply: "Yes."

Qin Ming didn't let Xiao Pang continue listing his strengths, but instead steered the conversation to a more core level: "Disputes over resources are sometimes internal, but more often external."

"If you can coordinate forces, resolve the calamity, or discover new resources, then not only your peers within the clan, but even the elders will truly take notice."

Seeing the chubby boy's somewhat confused expression, Qin Ming said bluntly, "What's the point of petty squabbles within the clan? True skill lies in going out and making a name for yourself!"

Little Fatty grunted, and something slowly lit up in his eyes.

"You can ask Cang Xuan for his experience in this area." Qin Ming gestured with his chin toward the corner.

Cang Xuan remained quietly lying in the corner, but his ears twitched slightly, clearly listening to the conversation.

At this moment, Qin Ming called out the roll call, and he slowly stood up, walked to Xiao Pang, and sat down.

The white wolf stood upright and composed, its amber pupils reflecting the little fat boy's figure.

He first nodded slightly, reaffirming Qin Ming's statement: "A qualified leader protects and promotes the growth of his people, rather than strengthening himself by exploiting the weak."

Then, he let out a low howl and conveyed the core points of the Wolf King's rules to Little Fatty one by one.

Some of those rules are about how to weigh options when making decisions, some are about how to stay clear-headed amidst conflict, and others are about how to discern the right direction from a multitude of opinions.

Because the clone had done too much work collecting and packaging, it was time for it to rest. Now it was Little Fatty's real body that was listening.

But he listened very attentively and didn't get distracted at all.

Cang Xuan's eyes were deep as he recalled the past, and he slowly said, "A true leader doesn't walk in front and flaunt their power, but rather controls the overall situation from behind. They see the situation clearly, distinguish between what's important and what's not, and know when to advance and when to retreat."

Little Fatty nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining with a "I've got it" light.

Perhaps because the secret realm is about to open, there will be many hunting opportunities in the near future.

He had just heard a turtle mention at the banquet that there would be a large-scale hunting event that afternoon, led by several adult turtles from the clan, to sweep away the overly dense herds of sea creatures that had recently gathered at a group of reefs on the edge of the sea.

"The tortoise knows there's a big hunt this afternoon, and it could go and check it out." His tone was clearly eager to try.

Cang Xuan nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on the little fat boy for a moment before he lay back down in the corner, closed his eyes, and said what needed to be said. The rest was up to the little fat boy to verify.

Qin Ming sat to the side, watching as Xiao Pang, unusually attentive to things other than food, even began planning his route, without saying anything more.

Little Fatty excitedly spun around several times, then looked up at Qin Ming and said, "The tortoise is gone."

Qin Ming looked at him and nodded: "Go."

Watching the chubby boy's departing figure, Qin Ming inexplicably felt that this would be a historic scene.

Perhaps Little Fatty's growth is just around the corner.

"As his boss and friend, let's go and hold the rear."

"Gah~ Aww~"