Chapter 47: Team Up To Snatch The Cubs!
The rewards from the system were staggeringly generous.
In pet training, selecting the proper environment is paramount. However, the geographic makeup of their planet was painfully basic—nothing but endless, desolate wasteland as far as the eye could see. Previously, when the cubs were still too young to require specialized training, this limitation hadn’t been an issue. But now that the life-contracts were signed, a formal training schedule was a top priority.
The system’s rewards were the ultimate godsend, arriving precisely when she needed them most and saving her an immense amount of structural trouble.
She was just about to pull up the planetary blueprint to select a location to materialize the structures when her personal communicator began to chime frantically. Her account on the new galactic network was practically being DDoSed with notifications. The app icon indicated that hundreds of thousands of unread messages were already bottlenecking her queue.
Su Wudeng blinked. “…Am I really this popular?”
She had simply wanted to share the heartwarming news of the successful contracts with her followers. She hadn’t anticipated it would spark a literal galactic trend.
She opened the application to skim the comments.
“Good lord. Everyone is literally trying to organize a raid party to come hijack the cubs!”
“They’re aggressively demanding that I put up a new batch of rescues for adoption.”
Su Wudeng tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Riding this wave of viral momentum is the perfect marketing opportunity.”
She intended to rescue far more animals in the future, which meant she would constantly need to scout out highly qualified, loving masters. But her primary structural bottleneck right now was the Tier 4 classification of the planet itself.
The world was tucked away in a neglected corner of the outer rim, and the Scott Galaxy it belonged to was entirely unmapped by core-world standard charts. While her digital impressions were skyrocketing, the data analytics showed that the vast majority of her viewers were concentrated entirely within the local Scott Galaxy.
If she wanted to scale this world’s infrastructure, she desperately needed to import outside intellectual talent and commercial traffic. That meant she had to aggressively poach personnel from the more established worlds in the cluster.
But why would an elite civilian or a high-ranking researcher abandon a glamorous main world to come to a desolate Tier 4 rock?
They wouldn’t—unless her world possessed an absolute, uncontested core competence. She needed to cultivate a planetary brand so powerful that the second anyone across the galaxy thought about premium pet care, her coordinates were the only ones that mattered.
This required a continuous, heavy media blitz to permanently etch the brand into the public consciousness. She also needed to leverage multi-media partnerships, like the educational pet documentary series Professor Yang was running, which had already transformed Aihua into a galactic icon with a fanatical following.
She made a executive decision on the spot. The iron was red-hot; it was time to strike. “The best move right now is to immediately initiate a livestream while the algorithm is pushing my content. I’ll announce that our second wave of rescue pets is already entering the pipeline. And I’ll emphasize that we’re sticking strictly to the democratic baseline—every single viewer has an equal statistical probability of winning a life-contract.”
“The suspense alone is going to keep them hooked!”
At the very least, until the next batch of animals formally graduated to the adoption phase, these fanatical netizens would keep their eyes glued to the Pet Home and this Tier 4 planet.
“Going live right now!”
Su Wudeng bypassed the scheduling matrix, tapped the official interface, and initialized the live broadcast feed.
Simultaneously, hundreds of thousands of netizens who were right in the middle of writing furious, jealous rants in her comment section suddenly received an automated system flash:
“An account you follow, @The_Pet_Home, has just commenced a live broadcast! Tap here to join the stream instantly.”
The virtual room filled to capacity within seconds, the scrolling speed of the holographic chat interface breaking records as users began frantically spamming the feed.
“!!!”
“What is happening?! Why a surprise broadcast? Are there more cubs?!”
“Governor! When is the next inventory drop? Launching a stream out of nowhere… you’re about to drop a massive surprise on us, aren’t you?!”
“I need a pet! Give me a cat! Give me a dog! I will take literally anything!”
“Lulu! I only care about the little deer Lulu!”
…
Looking at the chaotic text wall, which aligned perfectly with her psychological projections, Su Wudeng offered a warm, relaxed smile to the camera. “Good afternoon, everyone. I am Su Wudeng, governor of this world and founder of the Pet Home.”
“Thank you all so much for the overwhelming devotion you’ve shown our first generation of cubs~”
“However, I must officially confirm that our inaugural batch has successfully finalized their life-contracts and transitioned to their forever homes. So please, let’s call off the armed raid parties~”
[SimpForSu]: Wuwuwu! Since my internet wife told me not to raid the facility, I will lay down my weapons.
[GimmePups]: But I am literally rolling around on my floor throwing a tantrum because I want a pet!
[OrangeJuice]: What about the little calico princess? I love those little orange knights too!
[StrategicPlan]: Could the Governor please outline the strategic roadmap for the next deployment cycle? I am on the edge of my seat!
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Su Wudeng replied smoothly, leaning into the lens. “The core objective of today’s surprise stream is to provide absolute corporate transparency regarding our upcoming operational roadmap.”
“First and foremost, the procurement phase for our second wave of rescue animals is already fully executed. For those who have closely followed my previous field broadcasts, you should recall a certain silver-feathered white goose who possesses a rather catastrophic combat threshold.”
[NipSlip]: [!!!] Who could possibly forget that demon bird?! It bit Amber’s butt so hard the poor husky had a red ring on his hip for a week!
[GooseEgg]: Oh! I remember, Governor! Did Sister Goose leave you those two eggs before she migrated?!
[LoreMaster]: Hold on… that goose spec… if you check the Imperial Bestiary, isn’t that a Mythic-tier Swarm-Devouring Swan?
[ZergKiller]: ??? A species specialized explicitly for the total eradication of Zerg biology?
The chat went into a state of absolute shock. That deceptively ordinary, aggressive white farm bird was actually a legendary Zerg predator?
Su Wudeng smiled, uploading an archival graphic to verify the user’s deduction. “Yes, that specific viewer’s research is entirely accurate. After cross-referencing the genetic markers with our planetary database, the white goose has indeed been verified as a direct descendant of the pureblood Swarm-Devouring Swan lineage.”
She rendered high-resolution physiological scans of the goose across the stream overlay. “The Swarm-Devouring Swan is armored in a dense layer of silver-white feathers engineered with micro-serrated edges. Their skin produces a specialized, synthetic lipid compound that grants them absolute immunity to the corrosive acid secretions of high-tier Zerg strains.”
She pointed to the microscopic structural analysis of the plumage. “You can perceive a subtle, metallic luminescence coating the outer layer of her feathers; that is the defensive lipid matrix in action. Furthermore, their beaks are forged from a dense calcium-titanium composite with a heavy, predatory curve at the apex. It can fracture localized Zerg chitin with minimal force—which explains why she was able to pierce Amber’s reinforced defensive hide and make him howl.”
“But their most devastating genetic trait lies within their optical array,” Su Wudeng said, zooming in on the bird’s iris. “The Swarm-Devouring Swan possesses distinct amber pupils capable of completely filtering out the biological camouflage and cloaking frequencies used by Zerg infiltrators. It is their defining apex characteristic.”
“They are a fiercely territorial, militaristic avian species with a biological compulsion for combat, outfitted with a suite of innate abilities designed specifically to counter Zerg swarms.”
“Currently, we have two Swarm-Devouring Swan eggs secured in our specialized incubation vaults. We project a standard thirty-day incubation cycle. The exact moment those cygnets fracture their shells next month, we will formally reactivate the open adoption contract channel.”
[MilitaryMind]: Holy crap! That goose is a living weapon system!
[FrontlineBound]: An innate counter to the Zerg? I don’t care what it costs, I am bidding everything I own!
[HuskyBully]: I knew it! The second I saw her casually alpha-strike a prime husky, I knew that bird was a absolute legend!
[GourmetGoose]: It’s hilarious. Sister Goose literally marched through a warzone just to secure a mouthful of cooked fish. Her personality is identical to mine! She was destined to be my pet!
[EnlistmentReady]: I just had a brilliant, chaotic idea… I’m going to sign a contract with a swan and immediately deploy to the vanguard of the Ether Front.
[CarriageService]: It would be a literal slaughterhouse in the trenches. Sister Goose handles the frontline carnage, and I’ll handle the logistics cleanup!
[Impatience]: A month?! Why does incubation take an entire month?! I want my bird now!
[FishBribe]: Governor, two eggs is an insult to the galaxy! Go back into the woods, locate Sister Goose, and bribe her with more grilled fish until she lays a whole dozen!
[ScaleUp]: Exactly! We need mass production! Two is not enough to satisfy the market!
“Mass production?” Su Wudeng chuckled helplessly, waving a hand. “Alright, if the opportunity presents itself during my next deep-forest survey, I’ll see if I can open a renegotiation with her. But you have to understand, catching premium river fish in our current stream infrastructure isn’t a simple task, and I can’t guarantee when she’ll decide to migrate through our coordinate again.”
Even if she ran out of raw aquatic resources, she could always experiment with other culinary assets from her kitchen to see if she could exploit the swan’s gluttonous nature.
[LoyalFan]: Hehehe, my internet wife is always so accommodating! Love you!
[CloseCall]: I can’t even fathom how terrifying a squad of those swans would be under proper command. We are incredibly lucky that bird only cared about seafood when she met the host!
[WhatElse]: Is there more? Don’t stop there, Governor! Do you have any other species hidden in your files?
“Naturally,” Su Wudeng confirmed, transitioning her presentation notes. “In tandem with the impending arrival of the Swarm-Devouring Swans, my core operational focus for the next quarter will pivot heavily toward avian and aerial familiars.”
“Our facility has already successfully established a canine division, a feline division, and a waterfowl division. The only critical sector missing from our deployment matrix is the Sky Vanguard!”
“The exact species profiles remain classified for now, but you can safely set your anticipation parameters to high.”
This strategic direction was the direct result of her consultation with Yu Lan. Aerial familiars offered massive, uncontested tactical advantages: a superior vertical reconnaissance field, sweeping sensory coverage, and a devastating natural matchup against subterranean Zerg strains and reptilian combat pets.
Yu Lan’s foundational familiar had been a Mechanical Wyvern—the undisputed sovereign of the upper atmosphere. That single asset had effectively carried her to the absolute top of the freshman ranking at the Academy.
Furthermore, the desire to conquer the sky was deeply hardwired into human psychology. Who hadn’t fantasized about soaring through the clouds on the back of a magnificent beast, looking down at the world below?
“When the great roc rises with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles.”
Predictably, the quote ignited an absolute firestorm of excitement among the audience.
[SkyKing]: Aerial familiars! Damn it, my corporate daydreams are already taking flight!
[Speculation]: Are we talking Thunderbirds? Swift Falcons? Storm Owls? Imperial Golden Eagles? Saker Falcons?
[HypeTrain]: My adrenaline is spiking just thinking about the possibilities!
[Delusional]: Let’s think big! I want a familiar carrying the pure bloodline of a Phoenix or a Celestial Dragon! A Vermilion Bird would also be acceptable!
[RealityCheck]: Good lord, what kind of fantasy novel are you living in, upstairs? Divine beasts have been extinct for centuries, stop dreaming!
[LowBar]: Hehe, my standards are highly reasonable. As long as it’s structurally large enough to carry my body weight into the air, I’m sold! Obviously, if it looks sleek and terrifying, that’s a bonus!
[SwanLogic]: …Wait, if we’re talking about flying mounts… technically, a swan is a migratory bird. Can you ride the Zerg swan?
[Visualizing]: …Actually, structurally speaking, that makes sense.
[GoosePOV]: Sister Goose: “Am I a joke to you?” [Dead]: Laughing my butt off hahahaha!
Although the audience was thoroughly captivated by the concept of flight familiars, they lacked concrete visuals to latch onto. After a few minutes of wild speculation, the comments naturally swerved back to the immediate rescues.
[CatMom]: Governor, what is the status of the little calico and her orange guards? Have they agreed to human adoption yet?
[NeedCat]: Yeah, I need an update! Ever since I saw that calico princess, no other cat in the galaxy looks right to me.
“Regarding Xiao Sanhua,” Su Wudeng addressed the camera, her tone turning gentle. “It’s still entirely too early in her rehabilitation cycle. They endured significant trauma in the wild and maintain a high level of hyper-vigilance around humans. I plan to foster them within the facility for a few weeks before we even broach the topic of permanent placement. Furthermore, based on my behavioral observations, the two orange kittens are entirely codependent with her; they will not be separated under any circumstances.”
[Jackpot]: [!!!] You’re telling me whoever wins that contract gets a triple drop of absolute cuteness?!
[Manifesting]: The galaxy hosts billions of citizens, why can’t I be the chosen one just this once! [WhatAboutLulu]: What about the little deer? Governor, I would happily adopt a fawn!
“The Lingnai Deer are strictly excluded from the adoption pool for the foreseeable future,” Su Wudeng clarified immediately.
She required the herd’s specialized growth magic to execute her planetary terraforming initiatives. With only two deer currently on site, she couldn’t afford to let a single one leave. In fact, her immediate plan was to personally venture into their valley and recruit an entire agricultural workforce. Two deer were a drop in the bucket compared to the size of her wasteland.
[Crying]: Wuwuwu, my heart is breaking. Host, you are legally obligated to post more footage of the deer to compensate us!
[Respect]: That’s perfectly fine. If my internet wife has state secrets for her planet, we must respect her sovereignty! Just let us watch them from a distance!
[LuluLife]: I just want to watch the little fawn live a happy, cozy life~
“That, I can easily accommodate,” Su Wudeng smiled, addressing the comment. “Do you all remember the educational documentary series focusing on the Iron-Eating Beast that Professor Yang launched last month?”
“He is currently deep in production for the second installment, and the exclusive subject matter will be the Lingnai Deer clan. Both Nana and her mother have formally authorized full cinematic coverage, so you can expect a premium release soon~”
The Lingnai Deer held an irreplaceable, monumental value in ecological restoration theory. Fortunately, both Nana and Nuannuan were incredibly reasonable and cooperative, happily agreeing to the filming to raise awareness for their species’ preservation.
It was the perfect window to run a free promotional ad for the professor’s project.
[DocumentaryFan]: Hehehe, I am so ready for this!
[BingeWatch]: The Panda series has literally become my emotional comfort food. I’ve rewatched the first episode twenty times. The governor finally remembered to push the update button! [Cinematic]: The production value of that first episode was insane. Honestly, even if it’s just raw, unedited footage of the pets eating snacks, I’ll watch it for hours!
Su Wudeng analyzed the viewer feedback carefully. The current public relations outreach for her planet was still vastly underdeveloped. Her ecosystem relied entirely on her sporadic personal livestreams or Professor Yang’s monthly documentary releases.
When citizens wanted to check in on the daily growth and antics of the rescues, there was no centralized media pipeline available. The content volume was simply too sparse. This was a critical operational bottleneck.
But what exactly was she supposed to stream during the off-hours? Just loop a security camera feed of the puppies sleeping or drinking formula? That would get stale fast.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through her mind. Once she finalized the installation of the advanced training ground, she could establish a dedicated 24/7 stream documenting the daily training regimens, combat exercises, and evolutions of the contracted pets! That would be infinitely more engaging, allowing the galactic public to actively witness the raw growth metrics of the animals.
It would give the universe the ultimate thrill of proxy-raising a legendary familiar.
[TicketBooked]: That settles it. I am booking a luxury starliner ticket to the host’s coordinates this weekend! Is anyone organizing a travel group?
[ApplyNow]: Even if I have to work as a entry-level janitor at the facility, I need to see those cubs in person every day!
[VisaApproved]: Count me in! My planetary immigration visa just got cleared by the registry, and I’m trying to secure a flight path right now. But the governor’s planet is so incredibly remote; the commercial starliners don’t have a single direct route listed!
[NoRoute]: Same here! After my paperwork cleared, I realized I have to take three separate regional transfers just to reach her sector!
[FixThis]: Governor, Governor! Can your administration look into resolving this transportation issue?
[VoiceOfReason]: Wait, are you guys actually losing your minds? It’s a Tier 4 planet! Don’t run off to the outer rim on an emotional impulse just because of an online stream! You’re going to lose your minds when you see the actual living conditions, and you can’t just get a refund on an immigration visa when you regret it.
[Objective]: As a third-party observer, let me offer some clinical advice. Do not make life-altering decisions based on internet hype. A Tier 4 planet carries that rating for a biological reason—it means the world is dominated by massive expanses of dead wasteland and an atmospheric or soil composition that is hostile to standard human habitation.
[Facts]: The galactic planetary registry data does not lie.
[Exception]: If you actually beat the odds and secured an official adoption contract for a pet, the move is entirely worth it. For an ordinary civilian? Stay on your main worlds.
The stream chat immediately devolved into a heated economic debate regarding the realities of outer-rim migration.
Su Wudeng watched the scrolling text wall with a look of helpless amusement. Did they honestly think she didn’t want to establish high-capacity commercial flight corridors to her planet? She literally had zero administrative leverage over the galactic transit grid.
The physical coordinates of her world were simply tucked too deep into the rim.
“Alright,” Su Wudeng intervened, addressing the logistics concerns. “My administration is currently drafting an official petition to the regional transit regulatory board to see if we can secure additional commercial routes for the system.”
“If there are no further critical inquiries from the audience, I will be terminating the live broadcast for today.”
[Wait]: Hold on, hold on! One last question! Aihua! When is my precious panda queen coming back to the cabin?!
[MissHer]: Wuwuwu, I am dying here. We haven’t seen a single live frame of Aihua in weeks!
[PandaSimp]: I miss her so much. Let us see the bear!
Su Wudeng softened. “I miss her terribly as well. Based on my latest secure communications with her detachment, there is a strong possibility she will be returning to our coordinate in the near future, though the exact operational timeline remains variable.”
“The second her transport touches down on our landing pad, I promise to initiate an immediate live broadcast for all of you, understood?”
“Furthermore, for the winners of our recent giveaway, your premium roasted care packages have officially cleared the automated logistics hub. I hope they arrive in perfect condition.”
“Until next time, everyone. Clear skies!”
[Deal]: Standard protocol accepted! The second the bear lands, the stream goes live!
[Thanks]: Thank you so much, Governor!
[BestWife]: Thank you, my beautiful wife!
[Hyped]: Counting down the seconds until the next broadcast!
Su Wudeng terminated the connection, the holographic display blinking out. Her immediate task was to scout out the optimal topographical coordinates to materialize the training ground and initialize the tactical coaching systems.
“Damn it, the second I pull up a digital interface, the algorithm completely derails my schedule.”
She forced herself to ignore the rest of her social alerts, rapidly scanning the planet’s infrastructural master map.
Scott Galaxy, Athens, The Xia Clan Estate.
A cadre of senior lineage elders and the primary parental couple were gathered in a semi-circle within the high-security council chamber.
The First Elder broke the silence, his voice gravelly. “So, Xia Xiyao has successfully navigated to this unmapped coordinate and finalized a life-contract with a Sword-Heart Husky cultivated by this Governor Su? The spiritual binding is verified as stable?”
Father Xia didn’t dare meet the intimidating gaze of the lineage authority, keeping his head respectfully lowered as he nodded. “Affirmative, Elder. The telemetry data confirms absolute stabilization.”
“Should I… initiate an extraction protocol? I can dispatch a corporate enforcement team to retrieve her immediately.”
The First Elder remained silent for a long moment, slowly stroking his chin before delivering a firm shake of his head. “Negative. If Xiyao has chosen to anchor her spiritual development to that specific planet, permit her to remain. Do not interfere with her residency.”
“Ensure your household maintains standard communication protocols with her.”
He paused, adding with cold emphasis, “Do not permit the link to fracture under any circumstances.”
Father and Mother Xia let out a heavy breath, a wave of profound relief washing over them. As long as the clan council wasn’t going to legally penalize their household for their daughter’s defiance, the crisis was averted.
But a profound sense of confusion quickly replaced Father Xia’s relief. Historically, any scion who dared to defy the family’s traditional beast affinities and flee the core worlds was hunted down and retrieved regardless of the diplomatic or financial cost. Why were the elders making such an unprecedented exception for Xiyao, casually allowing her to remain in the outer rim?
They had even explicitly commanded them to preserve a constant line of communication.
Father Xia opened his mouth to request clarification, but the First Elder cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Vacate the chamber.”
The parents exchanged a swift, bewildered glance, bowing low before quietly retreating from the council room without uttering another word.
Once the heavy automated doors sealed the chamber, only the four supreme elders of the Xia Clan remained.
The First Elder leaned forward, his expression dead serious. “State your assessments. There is an anomaly surrounding this Governor Su. Her localized domain metrics strongly indicate the presence of a verified S-class hidden realm.”
The Second Elder nodded grimly. “I concur. Furthermore, I’ve cross-referenced classified intelligence briefs from parallel dynasties. Every single external operative or mercenary faction that has attempted to infiltrate that specific coordinate to execute a hostile acquisition has vanished entirely from the galactic registry.”
He added with chilling precision, “Regardless of their tactical tier, cultivation strength, or political backing, the second they initiate a hostile vector against that planet, all quantum communication links cease instantly. They are permanently erased.”
The Third Elder narrowed his eyes. “…This confirms the presence of a highly classified, absolute sovereign power shielding this Governor Su from the shadows. The fact that Xia Xiyao has successfully embedded herself within their inner circle via a pet contract is an extraordinary stroke of geopolitical luck for our clan. We must utilize this connection to systematically test the tactical parameters of that world.”
The Fourth Elder immediately slammed his palm against the table. “Absolute foolishness! To speak plainly, what is our clan’s actual standing in the galactic hierarchy? We aren’t even registered within the top tier of the Beastmaster Dynasties! We are a regional house. If we try to play intelligence games against an ancient, hidden monolithic family whose shadow network we can’t even map, we are signing our own death warrants! Have you all grown weary of living?”
The Third Elder scowled. “…So your brilliant strategy is to hide in our estate and pretend this doesn’t exist? This asset has materialized directly within our home cluster! It is right on our borders, a stones-throw away from our primary markets!”
“That is a complete mischaracterization of my position,” the Fourth Elder retorted coldly. “My directive is strict, calculated caution. We do not deploy reckless espionage vectors. Xia Xiyao is our only viable bridge; we cannot treat her as a disposable pawn. And have you geniuses even stopped to consider the alternative? If we approach Governor Su with absolute diplomatic transparency and secure a formal commercial alliance, the downstream economic and genetic dividends would be staggering.”
The room fell into a tense, contemplative silence.
The Second Elder broke the deadlock. “Let us ground our theories in reality for a moment. Currently, she has only demonstrated the capacity to hatch and cultivate diverse, high-tier pet strains. But do not overlook the fundamental bottleneck of beastmaster mechanics: turning a raw cub into an absolute combat asset requires years of specialized evolution and rigorous training.”
“It demands a colossal expenditure of refined environmental resources, state-of-the-art training infrastructure, and a continuous supply of top-tier nutritional supplements. That is the true measure of a beastmaster house.”
“To discuss a structural alliance right now is entirely premature.”
The harsh reality he chose to leave unsaid was even simpler: Our clan is flat-out broke.
Even if they finalized a treaty with Governor Su and secured a massive shipment of exotic familiars, where were they supposed to find the capital to train them? Their treasury had been completely drained just to construct and maintain a specialized environmental simulation biosphere tailored for their traditional Emerald Serpents—and that facility was barely scraping past baseline industry standards. They physically lacked the liquidity to fund the specialized development of entirely new animal classes.
Finally, the First Elder raised his hand, terminating the debate with absolute authority. “Every point raised carries structural validity. We will refrain from reckless maneuvers. We watch, we analyze, and we wait.”
“Our immediate operational priority must remain entirely focused on the upcoming Galactic Elite Tournament. We must secure a premier ranking in this cycle! If our scions fail to place, the regulatory board will strip the Xia Clan of its administrative jurisdiction over the Scott Galaxy!”
“I presume none of you desire to spend the rest of your lives taking orders from those soulless mechanical pet syndicates?”
A heavy, synchronous sigh rippled through the elders. Whether they possessed the collective will to compete was irrelevant; the sheer disparity in variables was the terrifying truth.
Mechanical familiars were dominating the consumer markets, backed by the rapid, exponential advancement of core-world corporate R&D. The major mega-corporations rolled out multiple hyper-optimized hardware updates every fiscal year.
But what about their traditional Emerald Serpents? Biological evolution and genetic mutation cycles operated on a timeline of tens of thousands of years. How were they supposed to compete against real-time software patches?
Furthermore, the aesthetic design of the corporate mechanical pets was sleek, hyper-modern, and fully customizable, completely hijacking the consumer preferences of the younger generation. Even within their own clan, a growing number of the youth were secretly liquidating their biological assets to purchase corporate cyber-familiars.
“Honestly… we’re hanging by a thread.”
Su Wudeng ultimately finalized her structural layout, selecting a vast plot of open land situated directly on the eastern flank of the Pet Home. This coordinate offered immediate proximity to the primary facility, provided an expansive canvas for future expansions, and sat a perfectly reasonable distance from the commercial hotel complex.
The instant she tapped the confirmation sequence on the system’s interface, the barren ground before her began to warp.
The system’s engineering protocols were absolute poetry. Within a single fraction of a second, a state-of-the-art, monolithic training complex materialized from the dirt.
The interior architecture of the Advanced Training Facility was seamlessly divided into distinct functional zones.
The first sector was the Environmental Simulation Matrix, an advanced arena engineered to generate hyper-realistic, localized biomes to ensure familiars of varying elemental attributes could train under optimal biological conditions.
However, upon checking the control console, she noted that only the Forest Biome was unlocked by default. Premium terrains—such as Grasslands, Abyssal Oceans, Volcanic Craters, and Arctic Snowfields—were locked behind steep Hope Value requirements.
Su Wudeng’s jaw dropped. “…Unbelievable!”
“I should have known the system wouldn’t just hand over a multi-trillion-credit training facility for free without a catch!”
“The real monetization scheme was waiting for me right here!”
“Unbelievable, truly!”
It was the classic corporate freemium model!
Though she grumbled at the blatant monetization trap, she had no choice but to immediately authorize a transfer of 100,000 credits to unlock the Arctic Snowfield terrain. Yingying and the Snow Crystal kittens possessed pure ice-attribute profiles; forcing them to train in a standard temperate forest would severely stunt their developmental metrics.
Stepping deeper into the complex, she entered the Combat Practice Arena. This sector housed multiple modular combat rings capable of dynamically altering their structural dimensions and topography on command, even simulating extreme weather anomalies. It was engineered specifically to hone a familiar’s tactical instincts through high-intensity live-combat simulations.
Flanking the arena was the Tactical Skill Conditioning Bay, packed with an array of state-of-the-art training apparatus—ranging from basic kinetic agility courses to complex, multi-target tracking systems—specifically designed to unlock and refine a pet’s unique elemental skills.
Finally, she reached the Rest and Convalescence Zone. Currently, it featured only a baseline medical triage station. The premium cellular recovery nexus, “The Spring of Vitality,” was currently locked. To access it, she had to fulfill the system’s active quest criteria: successfully guide three contracted pets through a specialized training cycle.
“Three pets…”
She immediately pinged the private contract group chat, dropping a localized map pin. The onboarding phase is complete. Masters, please assemble at the eastern sector coordinates immediately. I have a massive structural surprise waiting for you!
[Cat Team]: What?! The governor just dropped a teaser for a major surprise! My curiosity is hitting the ceiling, I’m heading over right now!
[Dog Team]: Copy that, Governor! En route to your position!
Beyond the physical training environments, the facility featured a fully integrated Tactical Assistant System.
Entering the Data Analytics Nexus located at the architectural core of the building, Su Wudeng was greeted by a sweeping console of diagnostic monitors and high-fidelity holographic projection rigs. The system was engineered to capture, aggregate, and process a familiar’s physiological and spiritual telemetry in real-time, instantly drafting optimized training solutions.
Su Wudeng’s eyes blazed with excitement. “This is my absolute core competence!”
“With a diagnostic suite of this caliber, our familiar cultivation efficiency is going to skyrocket exponentially!”
She was itching to run Amber and Yingying through the diagnostic arrays to benchmark their stats.
Huihui and the rest of the cohort arrived at the coordinates with incredible speed. Aside from Uncle Lan and little Keke, who still resided near the original downtown storefront, the entire staff and the newly minted masters had already checked into the luxury suites at the newly constructed primary hotel.
The second they rounded the clearing, they skidded to a halt, completely frozen by the sheer scale of the metallic fortress towering before them.
The evening sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a warm, crimson glow across the sleek, silver-white alloy hull of the complex. The massive, seamless glass panes spanning the facade perfectly reflected the burning colors of the sky.
“Governor… what is the meaning of this?” Huihui stammered, staring at the facility in absolute disbelief.
“You actually constructed a high-tier training complex in a single afternoon?!”
She felt like she was trapped in an elaborate hallucination. What kind of reality-warping deity was her employer? They had barely processed the emotional high of successfully bonding with their pets, and the governor had already anticipated and constructed their entire athletic infrastructure!
“Shall we step inside for the grand tour?” Su Wudeng offered, her smile full of warmth.
The moment they crossed the airlock, Shu Can’t brain completely short-circuited at the sight.
He let out a loud, unrefined yell. “Holy crap! A physical-grade environmental simulator!”
Su Wudeng had already initialized the Forest Biome on the console, and a breathtaking expanse of lush, primeval woodland materialized around them. The heavy leaves brushed against one another in a synthetic breeze, accompanied by the organic, rhythmic chirping of hidden birds.
“The realism metrics are off the charts!”
Shu Can stepped off the walkway, reaching out to physically pluck a leaf from a nearby branch. He examined it under his terminal light—the micro-vein structure of the plant was perfectly visible, and the tactile feedback against his skin was completely indistinguishable from organic matter.
He muttered in absolute bewilderment, “My family has commissioned multiple high-end virtual-reality biomes, but not a single corporate model possesses a material density this absolute…”
Su Wudeng provided a brief overview. “Currently, the facility has cleared two foundational terrains for active operations: Temperate Forest and Arctic Snowfield.”
This was little Keke’s very first time experiencing a climate shift of this caliber. “Wow! Big sister Su, this place is absolutely magical!”
“It looks exactly like the primeval woods from your wild field streams!”
She sat perched safely on Uncle Lan’s broad shoulder, reaching her small hand out to catch a drifting leaf.
Among the entire gathering, Xia Xiyao was experiencing the most profound psychological shock.
While the rest of the staff were reeling from the raw realism of the simulation, she was analyzing the sheer structural impossibility of its existence on a Tier 4 planet. She understood the terrifying economic and technological variables required to stabilize a matrix of this size.
To put it into perspective, her elite elite beastmaster clan had liquidated an entire generation’s worth of agricultural assets just to construct an environmental simulator that achieved roughly seventy-five percent of this fidelity—and that was only possible because they had built it directly on top of a natural elemental nexus on a core world.
Yet, this planetary governor had materialized a superior model on a desolate rock with a casual tap of her fingers.
Before she could even complete her diagnostic evaluation, Su Wudeng shifted the console commands to the Arctic Snowfield matrix.
In a fraction of a millisecond, the dense forest vanished without a single trace of latency, replaced by a sweeping, pristine alpine mountainscape buried in shimmering silver ice.
Little Keke let out a squeal of pure delight, wrapping her arms tightly around her father’s neck.
“Daddy, look! Real snow! A whole mountain!”
“Xiaoxue is going to have the best time running around in this!”
Xia Xiyao’s jaw remained firmly unhinged. What? What? What?
She didn’t just stabilize a single matrix… she has multiple high-density biomes hot-swapped on the same grid?
The sheer capital required to run this was mathematically insane! No, this transcended mere wealth—this was an absolute technological monopoly! Where did she source the raw energy or the processing cores to run a multi-biome simulator in the outer rim? The logistical anomalies were piling up to heaven!
“Governor Su… how is any of this structurally possible?”
Su Wudeng merely smiled, maintaining her enigmatic aura as she guided the stunned group deeper into the facility.
“This is Zone 2, our Combat Practice Arena,” she introduced, gesturing toward the modular flooring. “This is where your pets will engage in live-combat drills to sharpen their competitive instincts.”
“And for targeted elemental skill conditioning, we utilize Zone 3 directly ahead.”
Su Wudeng walked them through each functional department, finally arriving at the sanctum sanctorum: the Data Analytics Nexus.
“This is the operational brain of the entire complex. Utilizing the localized diagnostic arrays wired into this chamber, we can instantly map a familiar’s current biological indicators and program an optimized training solution tailored to their specific genetic bottleneck.”
In the center of the room, a massive, crystalline holographic wireframe rotated slowly, displaying a flawless three-dimensional biological model of an active familiar.
By this point, Xia Xiyao’s brain had gone completely numb.
She felt as though she had stepped into a starliner and traveled directly from a primitive agrarian society straight into a hyper-advanced Type II interstellar civilization.
“Environmental matrixing, tactical combat arenas, skill bays, clinical rest zones, real-time diagnostic telemetry…”
The facility didn’t have a single structural flaw! It was a flawless, closed-loop familiar development engine!
Executing a single day of conditioning within this facility would easily yield the equivalent of ten days of grueling, standard training on a core world. No, that was an incredibly conservative estimate—with the AI analytics engine active, the optimization curve was incalculable!
Staring at the glowing holographic arrays, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
Her sister had explicitly stated that this Tier 4 planet was a dead rock completely devoid of resources. She had sworn Xiyao would crawl back to the family weeping with regret within a month.
Who is going to be the one weeping here?!
If her sister ever laid eyes on this state-of-the-art training fortress, the arrogant heir would abandon the family estate and sprint to this planet overnight! She’d probably drag the entire clan council along with her!
If Xia Xiyao felt any true regret right now, it was a singular, bitter realization: I regret not abandoning my family sooner! I met Governor Su entirely too late in life!
But as her brain slowly re-engaged, a terrifying economic question entered her mind. Wait… what is the hourly rental rate for a facility of this tier?
Xia Xiyao’s hand trembled against her bag. If her current credit reserves couldn’t cover the baseline operational fees… would Governor Su accept a lifetime labor contract as collateral?
