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

The morning light shone through the sea, carrying a pale, not yet fully bright, bluish-green hue.

Several turtles gathered in a circle on the open ground beside the coral reef, talking to each other in hushed tones.

Who went there last night?

"I didn't go," Gui immediately replied, his voice quick and eager to clarify.

"I didn't go either," the third turtle chimed in.

The turtles exchanged glances, as if they had been checking their answers and found that they were the same, and breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

It seemed that the more people who were absent gathered, the more justified their absence last night was.

"Green hair?" A tortoise looked across the circle and landed on a green figure standing at the edge.

Green Hair remained silent, seemingly preoccupied.

His gaze fell on the distant ripples of water, and he did not reply.

Unconsciously, its claws traced the sand beside it, pulling a slender leaf from the seaweed beside the coral reef, holding it between its claws, and then letting it drift away.

The conversation he had before leaving home that morning was still lingering in his mind.

Today is an extremely important day for his family—his parents' hidden injuries are expected to heal, and they are on the verge of a breakthrough. The entire courtyard is filled with a tense yet expectant atmosphere.

He didn't want to come; he had unused vacation days, and it was reasonable for him to ask for leave from training today. But his parents persuaded him to come.

This morning, his father stood by the porch and said to him in a tone that was no longer joking but earnest and admonishing, "How can you so casually ask for leave to be your eldest son, who has been so good to you, practically a second father to you?"

His mother sat to the side, not uttering a word in agreement, but her amber snake eyes conveyed the same meaning.

"But you..." The green-haired turtle wanted to argue a few more words.

"We're all grown adults now, capable of taking responsibility for ourselves. You just focus on doing your own thing."

His father patted the top of his shell, the force was not heavy, but it carried a sense of reliability and steadiness.

"Okay, but should I publicize this big gesture from the boss?"

He was a little unsure of his superior's true intentions. Yesterday, he really didn't see any intention from Xiao Pang to keep it a secret—when distributing the ore, he almost just tossed it aside casually, without giving any instructions to "not spread the word."

This left him unsure of what to do.

His father pondered for a moment, then stroked his chin: "No, keep this a secret for now. Such treasures may be limited in number, and if you tell others, it might put them in a difficult position."

However, this isn't absolute. In short, observe Mo Xuan's movements and handle things flexibly. He's more reliable than you; observe his actions before deciding whether to follow him.

"Understood!" The green-haired turtle nodded solemnly, keeping those words firmly in mind.

Recalling this, the green-haired tortoise remained calm. His gaze remained fixed on the dark black tortoise in front of him, neither joining in the discussion with his colleagues nor offering any further comment.

He seemed to have grown up overnight; the little turtle who used to be easily nervous and prone to shrinking his neck was now completely gone.

Little Fatty observed the group from afar.

He stood on a slightly higher rock, his four legs firmly gripping the surface, his gaze sweeping over the group of turtles below who were chatting together.

They were having a lively discussion, waving their arms and legs around, and the atmosphere was more active than he had expected.

Little Fatty was overjoyed; everything was settled.

Rumors and gossip spread most deeply and at an alarming speed.

He generously poured top-tier resources into the project, expecting those who missed last night to repent in anguish and for the three leading turtles to pledge their lives to him, thus beginning a new chapter of unifying the younger generation of the turtle clan!

His tail swayed slightly, and he was already mentally rehearsing the lines he was about to say and the poses he was about to strike.

Upon closer listening, it became clear that the topic of conversation was not what he intended.

They were indeed discussing last night's impromptu meeting. Some turtles felt the timing was poor, some felt that "avoiding discussing practical matters in an emergency" wasn't convincing enough, and others were comparing what they had been doing last night.

In short, not a single word was mentioned about concentrate.

Little Fatty had no idea about the twists and turns involved; he was only wondering why the progress was so slow.

Enhancing the strength of the turtles, repaying the gifts of their ancestors, and fulfilling his childhood dream of becoming the leader are all goals he aims to achieve.

But he was, after all, an outsider, and could not compare to the tacit understanding that had been built up among the clan over the years.

It is impossible to stay here for long in the future. If you want to gain absolute popular support, you will have to use some extraordinary means.

He needs to quickly establish his authority, not only through a few impressive actions, but also by ensuring that only those who follow him can obtain tangible benefits.

He didn't want to spend too much time on the process; he just wanted to get things moving as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, the eldest brother also supports it.

But with everyone keeping it so secret, how can his plan proceed as scheduled?

Little Fatty stood at the edge of the turtle group, remained silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the dark black turtle that was watching him closely not far away, gave it a look, and said, "Come here."

The black tortoise immediately understood. Without making a sound, it quietly withdrew from the circle and even took a short detour from the side to reach the reef where Little Fatty was.

The two turtles exchanged a glance, and the chubby boy asked in a low voice, "Have you used the ore I gave you yesterday?"

The black tortoise made no attempt to hide its excitement, nodding in reply, "We've tried it, and the results are even more pronounced than expected. We are extremely grateful."

Fatty: "How come nobody knew?"

The black tortoise paused for a moment, then said without further explanation, "Everyone will find out soon enough."

They were all intelligent turtles; they understood in just a few words. The black tortoise turned around and returned to the group of turtles who were still discussing.

At this point, the wind direction changed drastically.

Just moments ago, they were smug and thought they had made the right choice, but now they're kicking themselves.

They could only hope that the black tortoise's words were untrue, a rare occurrence. The green-haired tortoise, standing nearby, added various details, providing strong evidence.

In an instant, some were happy while others were sad, and many turtles were so anxious they were jumping up and down.

But everything unfolded exactly as Little Fatty had hoped. Within his sight, there was no longer any sign of dissent.

The next day, a group of weary turtles returned. They swam into the turtle palace along the direction of the undercurrent, their webbed feet covered with fine sand and algae, and their shells still bearing the marks of the battle.

They returned in glory, carrying the giant prawns they had hunted.

Even without Xiao Pang's outstanding performance, this would still be a commendable achievement.

Now, as the group walks, there is much discussion, but the topic is unfamiliar.

The heterochromatic tortoise quickly noticed something amiss. He stopped and found the black tortoise, asking, "Mo Xuan, what's going on?"

The black tortoise turned around: "He has great talent and will surely lead us to a brighter future. I am completely convinced. I also advise you to submit and stop worrying about the power you have now."

His voice was not loud, and his tone was flat, but his attitude was crazy.

The heterochromatic tortoise was greatly alarmed. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze darting back and forth across the dark-colored tortoise's face, as if to confirm that he hadn't misheard.

"You actually allowed your men to submit to outsiders? And now you're trying to persuade me? What abilities does he have?"

His voice rose a little, drawing several gazes from those around him.

The black tortoise stood before the heterochromatic tortoise, neither yielding nor offering any explanation, remaining silent.

People with heterochromia are naturally suspicious, and words alone are unreliable. The black tortoise knew this very well, so he didn't intend to explain too much and just waited for the other party to finish asking his questions.

"What is the actual progress of their surrender? Is it more than halfway complete?" the heterochromatic turtle changed its question.

His tone was a little gentler than before, but his gaze remained fixed on the dark tortoise, as if trying to gauge Little Fatty's true strength from the actual progress.

With the cooperation of the previous leader, the smoothness of the handover is a key measure of the overall strength of the new leadership.

Of course, because he was angry, he raised his standards too high. According to his estimate, if he could get 30% at this point, it would be a stroke of luck.

But the black tortoise's eyes were filled with complex emotions as it sincerely replied, "Not that few."

Heterochromatic Turtle: ?