Change jobs, pet beast!

Jiang Mo was dizzy.

Others cannot accurately judge the value of work experience, but he can.

According to scholars' research, if a pet without a job has a job and can quickly get the hang of it, it often means that it is highly adaptable and has innate workplace experience.

This innate experience limit should ideally be 10% of one's entire career.

The closer the pet gets to this number, the faster it will grow and the higher the probability of successfully changing jobs.

The mud ball and the farmer were both at full experience? He really struck gold!

"Young Master, could Niwan be the legendary 'top-tier' bloodline?" He Zhifeng muttered to himself, "It feels incredibly mysterious..."

Jiang Mo smiled and said, "Old Crane, you really dare to guess."

He Zhifeng's aged cheeks were slightly flushed.

He also thought it was an exaggeration.

The highest grade, regardless of the rank, represents less than 1 in 10,000.

Mudballs probably haven't reached that level yet.

Even if it was only "superior", the young master's gains from this trip could be described as perfect.

"This old servant still doesn't understand why Niwan's physique is so strong that it can overpower the giant skuas."

"If it is a superior bloodline, the life cycle is in the infancy stage. Theoretically, it is only slightly stronger than a medium bloodline plus the maturity stage, so it is not that exaggerated."

"I'm curious too," Jiang Mo said with a sigh. "The Giant-winged Skull is the natural enemy of the Mud Penguin family, but it beats up the smaller ones when it's in its unranked stage, and beats up the larger ones after it has a pet class. It's quite unreasonable."

"Nee-chu?" (˵>ㅿ<˵)♡

The little black mud penguin stopped chirping, hopped towards its owner, and hugged his leg once more.

Jiang Moxin was almost melting.

This little guy is brave and fearless when he fights, but when he switches back to normal, he's so cute!

How could you bear to isolate those mud penguins, big and small!

Jiang Mo lifted her toes.

He wanted to use his leg muscles to lift the little penguin and then pat its head.

The result... hmm? It didn't budge an inch?

Jiang Mo refused to believe it and exerted his strength again.

After huffing and puffing and trying several times, Jiang Mo realized he couldn't lift his feet off the ground even an inch. Then, belatedly, he had a sudden realization:

"I get it! Why Mudball is black, and why its individual stats far surpass those of other Mudpenguins!"

Firehound: |д•´)!

Crane Knows the Wind: |д•´)!!

Tell me quickly! Don't keep me in suspense!

"Its mutation involves one of the mystical systems: 'gravity'!"

"Thanks to gravity, Niwan easily created the small giant-winged skuas to take flight!"

"Due to gravity, its downward attack easily blasted the giant skuas mother to pieces!"

"This is the fundamental reason why its bloodline spans two segments, placing it among the superior categories!"

Jiang Mo was radiant.

He decided to demonstrate it himself—hugging the little black mud penguin with both arms, his muscles tensed to the extreme, but he still couldn't move it an inch.

The little black mud penguin is only 1.2 meters tall.

How can they be as firmly rooted in the earth as mountains, unable to even tremble? This is not the inherent right of farmers!

"rise!"

Jiang Mo catalyzed the transformation of his beast-like palms, unleashing all his power to display the Level 2 authority of a bathhouse attendant.

This time, he finally managed to lift the mud ball off the ground.

Throughout the process, Jiang Mo was drenched in sweat, his energy arms trembling precariously, on the verge of collapse.

"It's definitely 'gravity'!"

"Moreover, it only affects external factors, not itself; the mudball's own mobility is completely unrestricted!"

"Niwan, we need to make a pact from now on. When we get home, you absolutely cannot jump on the bed, or I'm afraid you'll stomp on me to death in the middle of the night..."

Little Black Mud Penguin: ◍˃ᵕ˂◍

What is the master saying?

They look so excited and happy!

I really want to learn the language of two-legged creatures, and I want to understand it quickly—nijiu nijiu!

"gravity……"

He Zhifeng's breathing had long been disordered, his cloudy eyes widened, and his mind was shaken.

The young master's deduction is probably correct.

The Little Black Mud Penguin is not a strength-type or defense-type pet at all. Instead, it uses gravity to hold itself in place and invisible pressure to lock down its enemies, which is why it has swept through the land.

"Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth; Wind, Thunder, Light, Darkness; the Undead; Poison; Machinery; Mystery..."

"Young Master's first contracted pet not only encompasses conventional attributes but also involves mysteries!"

He Zhifeng gripped the wooden cane tightly, his eyes reddening.

The young master is finally about to make it big!

He had this idea when he suddenly awakened as a Level 1 Architect, breaking through the two-year shackles to become a Master.

Now, seeing the young master's first contracted pet, intelligent, brave, and with boundless potential, his hunched body bent even lower, his heart filled with burning comfort.

Jiang Mo was also filled with mixed feelings.

Mysticism is extremely rare, and he only knew about it through hearsay.

The three most awe-inspiring branches are undoubtedly time, space, and destiny.

Any one of these three paths leads to the highest and most glorious road.

Gravity may not be qualified to be on the same level as them.

But they belong to the same faction.

Isn't that inspiring enough?

"Woof!"

The fire hound circled the little black mud penguin once, then suddenly lowered its chest, raised its rump, and adopted the standard downward-facing dog pose, wagging its tail back and forth.

This is a friendly body language used by dogs.

You have to latch onto someone's coattails early, while the little goose is still young, and get it fooled into lameness!

"Get lost!"

He Zhifeng kicked the troll in the butt and then laughed and cursed at him.

The troll, his breath steaming, left angrily.

If this place won't keep me, there are plenty of other places that will.

Master has started the meal. You all wait here!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Firehound slaughter another dying little Giant-winged Skull and then enjoy its buffet.

Jiang Mo's stomach suddenly growled.

Old Crane understood perfectly and immediately began preparing the firewood and grill, getting busy with dinner.

"Niwan, why don't we bury them?"

While waiting, Jiang Mo noticed the little black mud penguin's unusual expression.

As it looked around, a faint sadness would appear in its eyes whenever its gaze fell upon the yellowish-brown blood or the carcass of a mud penguin.

Jiang Mo suddenly remembered that the mud penguin clan seemed to have a custom of "burying" their dead companions in the mud.

He feared that Niwan wouldn't understand the human language.

He picked up a corpse and sank it to the bottom of the mud, demonstrating this through his actions.

"Muddy chirp!"

The little black mud penguin instantly understood and nodded heavily with its round little head.

That's great! I was just worried about how to communicate with my owner!

The clan elder once said that when a goose dies, it should be buried in the mud and return to the embrace of Mother Swamp. This is the law of nature and destiny, and it must not be forgotten!

A person and a goose act together.

In a short while, all the mud penguin carcasses that could be found within sight were buried at the bottom of the silt.

The little black mud penguin breathed a sigh of relief, maintained its standing posture, and relaxed its webbed feet slightly.

that's it.

Although the geese disliked it, considering it a freak and a curse.

But once it has done its job, any grievances it may have should simply fade away with the mud, right?

Jiang Mo sat to one side, took the roasted chicken wings that Lao He handed him, and ate them in small bites.

During a short break, he used his fingers to draw pictures to help him understand:

"How about we go find the other surviving companions and say goodbye together?"

After two or three times, the little black mud penguin understood and immediately shook its head, tugging at its owner's sleeve.

No need.

It has already said goodbye, right here.

Jiang Mo chuckled, placing her palm on the little black mud penguin's back and stroking it along the direction of its feathers.

"Then we can't go home right away."

"Chirp?" Mudball was very clever. It had already learned the words "cannot" and "home". With a few more flaps of its wings and some wild guessing, it could roughly guess the meaning of a sentence.

If not home, where to go?

Niwan, who had never left the swamp area since childhood, looked at her master's light and gentle eyes with no hesitation, only expectation.