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

"The new boss is calling us from outside. Should we not go?" Many turtles who like to act in groups tried to find partners.

In the silence, a very opinionated turtle spoke up, "Go if you want. This is a free time, so let's not disturb each other. We can talk about it tomorrow morning."

This image of a giant tortoise holding up the sky when it collapses gives more tortoises the confidence to face the oppressive countdown from the outside world.

These newly recruited underlings were genuinely impressed by Little Fatty's overwhelming performance in every aspect, but that didn't stop them from enjoying life and continuing at their own pace.

A favorable living environment and a privileged family background gave them this confidence.

Normally, their response would be appropriate, but Little Fatty doesn't play by the rules.

On the open ground, Little Fatty's face was somewhat gloomy, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. His gaze was fixed on the empty sea in front of him.

As dusk settled overhead, it cast a shadow over his silhouette.

How many turtles have arrived so far?

He never expected that despite shouting so loudly and counting down for so long, only three people would show up in the end.

Three.

He had originally prepared for at least a dozen of them to come, and had even silently arranged the lineup in his mind, thinking about who should stand in front and who should stand in the back, and how to arrange the distribution in a way that was both fair and dignified.

The formation he was faced with was far from what he had envisioned.

Luckily I didn't brag in front of the boss, otherwise I would have been utterly humiliated! My underlings are completely unruly!

The chubby boy glared angrily at the three turtles in front of him.

Green Hair stood at the front, with the black tortoise half a step behind him on his right. Further away, another tortoise with a bluish-green shell stood, cautiously looking around as if to confirm whether it had come to the wrong place.

The number of people is small, but the close relationship between them after this round of screening is already evident.

Those who didn't come, those who dawdled, and those who hesitated have already been automatically filtered out at this point in time.

He no longer needs to worry about the allocated quotas, since there are only a few available, and there's nowhere to give more if he wanted to.

But Little Fatty was still angry, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his whole turtle exuded a low-pressure atmosphere of "I'm very unhappy".

He took out his things with a cold face and no expression.

This imposing aura, though not meant to be angry, frightened the green-haired turtle, who had intended to chat and build rapport, causing it to tremble and retreat.

He was the first to arrive, so he stood at the front. He thought that being the first to arrive would make a good impression, but now he was frantically regretting why he ran so fast.

He secretly glanced at Little Fatty's face, then quickly looked away.

His armor wasn't strong enough, and his claws weren't hard enough; he couldn't withstand a single blow from the angry boss's claws!

The green-haired turtle curled up slightly, its mind racing, calculating which direction it should run in to be the fastest if Little Fatty really made a move.

"Catch!" Little Fatty's voice was still filled with anger. He threw the three pieces of refined ore towards the three turtles, controlling the force perfectly, not too far, not too close, not too far off target.

The ore slid across a short stretch of water and fell in front of each one.

"Catch... catch what?" The green turtle's voice was so faint that it was almost swallowed by the water, and the last syllable was almost nonexistent.

He instinctively reached out his paw to catch it; it was slightly heavy, with rounded edges and a slightly warm feel.

Looking back, I saw that the two people beside me had also gotten similar items.

The black tortoise gently touched the edge of the ore with its claw tip, its gaze lingering on the patterns for a moment.

The blue turtle carefully gathered the ore under its shell, moving nimbly, as if it didn't want to attract any more attention.

"By channeling your power into it, you can activate this mineral and greatly enhance your teamwork," the chubby boy explained in a low voice, his tone still somber.

The green-haired turtle's eyes lit up, realizing that the boss was giving out perks!

Although they also have secret methods to increase cooperation among members of the same race, who would complain about having too many treasures?

He reached out his claws toward the black tortoise's ore with great exploratory spirit.

"Let's give it a try now. We can ask for help on the spot if anything goes wrong. Come on, the boss is here anyway, so we can correct any mistakes we make."

His tone carried a sense of "strike while the iron is hot," and his tail swayed lightly back and forth behind him twice. Seeing that the black tortoise had not moved, he took the initiative to move forward half a claw.

The black tortoise hesitated for a moment. Its gaze lingered on the patterns on the refined ore, a hint of doubt in its eyes.

Then it looked at the green turtle's outstretched claws, as if assessing the feasibility of "trying it out on the spot".

"What, you can't bear to use yours? Then mine will do!"

The green turtle, who had just been frightened but now realized it was just a false alarm, became unusually enthusiastic.

He offered his refined ore towards the black tortoise, the tortoise radiating an air of "Let me try."

His enthusiasm infected the usually calm, dark-colored tortoise.

The black tortoise remained silent for a while, then gently shook its head as if sighing, and finally extended its claws, which landed on either side of the ore above it, together with the green-haired tortoise's claws.

The two turtles focused their attention and gathered their energy...

"Snapped!"

The palm strike came from behind, not very powerful but with a clear direction, landing precisely on the back of the green-haired turtle's head.

The green-haired turtle nimbly dodged, but failed to avoid it; its head was slapped slightly, and its claws slid off the surface of the ore.

"Boss, why did you hit me?" Green Turtle turned his head, his voice full of grievance.

Little Fatty gritted his teeth, his voice still choked with anger, yet tinged with a helpless plea: "It's about increasing the tacit understanding between the Ten Thousand Armored Turtle and the Xuanming Serpent, not the two of you!"

He took a deep breath and repeated himself more slowly, "The Myriad-Armored Tortoise and the Mysterious Nether Serpent, one tortoise and one serpent, are needed to activate this ore. It won't light up just by having two tortoises facing each other."

"Oh." The green-haired turtle shrank its neck, swallowing back the grievance that "it was you who didn't explain clearly, boss," and went around behind the black turtle to cover up its embarrassing self.

"What? It's about increasing your synergy with the Xuanming Serpent!?"

Unlike the green-haired turtle, the black-colored turtle stopped completely in its tracks because it had grasped the key point. Its gaze was fixed on the ore, as if it were re-evaluating its weight.

Coordination and enhancement are easier among members of the same race and attribute, but more difficult across races and attributes.

However, a great secret exists between them and the Xuanming Serpent.

Those who cooperate seamlessly can improve their cultivation speed several times faster than when they are alone. Even the bottleneck of breaking through a level is not a threat.

Thinking of this, the dark tortoise's eyes deepened.

He recalled the aura of the treasure that had shaken them a few days ago.

That silent yet profound meaning caused all the elders to simultaneously raise their eyes in a wave of emotion…

Could it be... that this is it?

That's quite a grand gesture!