Beast Taming: My System is Bugged

Professor Weng watched as the Star Spirit completed its prophetic guidance. The core sound it revealed perfectly matched the characteristics of the "Sound of the Nian Beast"—a conclusion already repeatedly verified and widely accepted by top researchers in the field.

This meant the test hadn’t yielded any groundbreaking information or corroborating evidence from a new perspective.

He quickly lost interest in further investigating Lu You’s Star Spirit. Despite its exceptional Talent, it had failed to provide any new leads.

He then spoke in a flat tone, carrying the detached air of someone who had just efficiently concluded a task.

"Since your Pet Beast has completed its Talent verification, our exchange ends here."

The swiftness of his change in demeanor revealed an almost impersonal, efficiency-first principle.

But Gu Ming understood. ’The professor isn’t being deliberately cold,’ he thought. ’He just doesn’t want to waste precious time on repetitive tasks that have already been thoroughly confirmed and offer no new variables.’

For a researcher chasing cutting-edge breakthroughs, reconfirming a known conclusion was a pointless waste of time unless it provided a new angle for research or some form of inspiration.

Therefore, Professor Weng’s immediate disengagement was exactly what Gu Ming had expected.

However, Gu Ming had no intention of letting it end here.

He had another plan.

’Time to use the information from the system’s Future Perspective to perform a little "reverse inspiration."’

He paused thoughtfully, as if gathering his thoughts on some vague feeling he’d had while listening, then spoke.

"Professor Weng, while I was using my Perception on the Sound of the Nian Beast, I thought I felt... a faint, indescribable dissonance, something like a Demon Fiend."

"Is it possible that this sound doesn’t simply originate from our known reality, but from... some kind of entity in the ’Inner World’?"

As Gu Ming finished speaking, Professor Weng, who had already turned his back and was heading toward a lab bench to resume his work, froze mid-stride.

At first, he seemed to pay no mind to the young student’s offhand remark.

But after a few seconds of silence, he whipped around. His gaze shot toward Gu Ming like a bolt of lightning, his earlier formulaic indifference replaced by a sharp, probing curiosity.

"Explain," Professor Weng’s voice was low and focused. "What, exactly, did you feel?"

At that moment, Gu Ming’s seemingly spontaneous "intuition" had precisely touched upon a blind spot in Professor Weng’s research—a dark, unexplored area that was nonetheless critically important.

For the first time, the academic authority—a man known for his rigorous, even severe, standards—was treating Gu Ming as a peer who might offer inspiration, not just a student going through a routine test.

Gu Ming maintained a calm smile, his mind focused on the stream of future comments that only he could see.

He looked at the arguments and hypotheses from the "future Professor Weng" and began his explanation with unhurried confidence.

He skillfully packaged those advanced theories and hypothetical connections as his own "speculations" and "feelings" derived from his Perception, presenting them with compelling eloquence.

The more Professor Weng listened, the brighter the light in his eyes grew.

The "hypotheses" Gu Ming described—their ingenious angles, the hidden leaps of logic within their reasoning—were an astonishing match for some of the professor’s own vague, unformed ideas!

It was as if Gu Ming’s words weren’t a simple statement but a master key, instantly unlocking several bolted doors in his mind.

A rare sense of academic excitement, almost like a "sympathetic resonance," surged within Professor Weng. He felt a long-dormant inspiration stirring wildly. His conversation with Gu Ming was exhilarating, leaving him with the distinct feeling that he’d found a kindred spirit far too late.

This sudden, deep discussion lasted for over ten minutes.

For a High Tier Beastmaster, especially a scholar focused on the fields of psionics and information, the density of information and the intensity of the inspiration exchanged in those ten-odd minutes far surpassed what could be gained from hours of casual discussion.

Every point Gu Ming raised was like a stone tossed into a still lake, sending ripples through Professor Weng’s thoughts and even setting off chain reactions of intellectual breakthroughs.

By the time their conversation paused, Professor Weng’s line of research had already taken a quantum leap forward.

Gu Ming’s hypothesis—that the Sound of the Nian Beast might originate from Demon Fiend-related fluctuations in the Inner World—had captured his full attention like a powerful magnet.

He had to act immediately to verify this heart-pounding possibility.

"If this sound is truly related to the Inner World..."

Professor Weng’s speech quickened, his eyes gleaming with the light of a researcher discovering a new continent.

"Then the most direct place for verification is the border of the Cloud Country—the front line of the Demon War. The ’membrane’ separating our world from the Inner World is thinnest there, and anomalous fluctuations are most frequent and distinct."

"I must depart at once for the border monitoring station to collect data on spatial fluctuations and Demon Fiend energy spectrums from the front line."

His thoughts grew clearer. "I’ll cross-reference the raw fluctuation data I collect with the frequency band of the Sound of the Nian Beast that was isolated from the background noise of the Dragon’s Blessing."

"If I can find even a single characteristic in those chaotic and corrosive frontline fluctuations that resonates or shares a similar harmonic with the background noise... then your hypothesis today will have likely touched upon the very heart of the truth!"

Professor Weng looked at Gu Ming, his expression solemn.

"If this is proven, I will list you as the first author on the resulting core research paper."

Gu Ming understood perfectly and immediately responded in kind, proactively suggesting, "Thank you for the recognition, Professor. The position of corresponding author should, of course, be yours."

He deferred the most important academic responsibility and prestigious position to Professor Weng, a gesture that was both academic custom and a sign of respect for the lead researcher’s contribution.

Professor Weng nodded, not engaging in any pointless displays of humility on the matter.

The academic world has its own rules for distributing prestige and credit. As the actual project lead and the one committing the resources, it was only natural for him to take on the responsibilities and honors of the corresponding author.

At this point, his mind was already on the distant border.

With the matter settled, Professor Weng personally walked Gu Ming and Lu You to the institute’s entrance. Then, without a moment’s delay, he turned and hurried away, clearly off to prepare for his impromptu research trip to the border.

Gu Ming’s core mission for the trip—obtaining data on the Sound of the Nian Beast—was complete. It was time to return to the company and report to Teacher Tang.

On the way back, Lu You, who was normally quiet, seemed even more silent than usual.

She had committed the earth-shattering discussion between Gu Ming and Professor Weng to memory.

Her mind was a whirlwind of activity as she tried to process the grand hypotheses about the Inner World and its connection to Demon Fiends.

She was never one for many words to begin with, and now, lost in thought, she remained silent for the entire trip back.

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