Fry Them All

Vincent Wolf experienced the frustration of having his Beast Contract Agreement with the Fox Spirit terminated when he was just starting out. He felt upset because he forgot to mention the key phrase "Do not bully the poor young man." However, he was grateful that his Beast Talent, "Simulation," had already been activated before the contract was terminated. Otherwise, forgetting his key phrase could have affected the use of this cheat. But why did this simulation talent make him replace the consciousness of the tamed beast in the secret realm? Could there be a bug or something? Therefore, Vincent worked hard in the simulation, fighting monsters, leveling up, and enduring torture. Meanwhile, his tamed beasts enjoyed the benefits, rapidly leveling up and even gaining proficiency in skills through him, the beast tamer. Vincent couldn't help but complain, "This is robbery! Who is the real beast tamer here?!" His simulation talent responded, "Who says a beast tamer can't be used as a tamed beast?" In the end, Vincent looked at himself, now possessing countless skills, and fell into deep contemplation…

Beast Taming: Infinite Simulation as a Tamed Beast

It was a little awkward, but Vincent also gained clear benefits, which only cost him about ten minutes.


"50 thousand, plus tuition waiver... it's just a drop in the bucket compared to 10 million." 


Vincent felt even more upset deep down.


As for the college entrance exam bonus points, he didn't care about them at all.


Not to mention that his previous life was a top student, even now, inheriting only his previous life's memory, he basically had no pressure in exams.


Let alone that Vincent is now at the level of a professional beast tamer, his best record is fighting against Monarch-level Magic Beasts, and as an Awakener, which college could resist the temptation of adding a Three-Star Secret Realm?


After Vincent answered, the reporters left, the president was satisfied and left, leaving only Vincent and the students holding flowers in their hands, their eyes flashing greedily.


Vincent looked at them, swallowed silently, and muttered under his breath.


Chapter 122: Caesar Gray of the Research Bureau