Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

Bai Ze slowly opened his eyes. In a daze, he seemed to see snow-capped mountains stretching into the distance.

The view gradually became clearer, and the image was magnified and brought closer.

At the foot of the mountain, on a slope, next to a gray stone, sat a child with short silver-gray hair, dressed in animal skin, who appeared to be crying.

Bai Ze felt sad because the child was crying so hard.

He didn't know what his perspective was, so he could only watch quietly.

After a while, another little boy appeared in sight, with short black hair and also wearing animal skin clothes.

One child had his head down, and the other had his back to him. Bai Ze couldn't see their faces clearly, but judging from their builds, the black-haired boy should be older than the silver-gray-haired boy.

The dark-haired boy stopped and asked, "Why are you here all alone?"

"Why are you crying?"

Upon hearing the sound, the little boy with silver-gray hair looked up.

Bai Ze froze instantly. He was all too familiar with that face; it looked almost exactly like his own when he was a child, except that the child had bright blue eyes and silver-gray hair.

Bai Ze wondered in confusion, "Could it be the original owner when he was a child?"

The child's face was red from crying. He sniffled, "Brother... I... I can't find my way home..."

"What's your name?" the dark-haired boy asked, crouching down. "Which tribe are you from?"

"Bai Ze." The child's face was crumpled like a piece of paper. "What...what is a tribe?"

The dark-haired boy stared at him, finding it strange. He thought for a moment, then changed his question: "Where do you live?"

The moment home was mentioned, the tears that had been held back welled up again. The child cried and said, "My home is in Shanxi Village... I miss my grandma and grandpa... Waaah..."

Bai Ze's pupils suddenly contracted. Shanxi Village? Wasn't this his home? And his maternal grandparents were there too... No... He felt as if his head was being pricked by needles, a sharp, throbbing pain.

The dark-haired boy couldn't understand what he was saying. He frowned, looked at the shivering child, and asked, "Are you cold?"

The child raised his hand to wipe away his tears: "I'm so cold... so hungry..."

The black-haired boy asked in confusion, "Then you can transform into an animal form, and with fur, you won't be cold."

The child blinked. This older brother was talking strangely. He hung his head and said, "I'm not Ah Huang, I don't have fur..."

Ah Huang? Isn't that the little dog that my grandparents kept? A thought that was hard to believe suddenly popped into Bai Ze's mind.

"Are you a sub-orc?"

"What are sub-orcs?"

The black-haired boy reached out and touched the child's face on the ground. It was very cold. He couldn't help but wonder if the child had been frozen silly.

The child, as if finding a savior, grabbed his hand: "Brother, will you take me to find the policeman?"

"I want to go home..."

Unable to understand what he was saying, the black-haired boy didn't know what to do.

The ground was cold, and the child was shivering from the cold, so the black-haired boy had no choice but to reach out and half-lift, half-pull him up: "Don't cry, I'll take you to find something to eat."

When the two stood together, the black-haired boy was noticeably a head taller than the silver-gray-haired boy.

At this moment, Bai Ze finally saw the black-haired boy's face clearly.

With fair skin and handsome features, he already possessed a faint air of coldness, even though he hadn't fully matured. His golden eyes, in particular, were as deep and unattainable as the sun.

Ink? Bai Ze was shocked, but even more puzzled.

Suddenly, a piercing voice rang out: "Mo, what are you doing here?"

Bai Ze saw a tall beastman who looked somewhat like Mo when he grew up; he had sharp features and was very handsome.

He heard Mo call that person "beast father".

"Where did you bring this child back from?" The orc approached, looking down at the child whose face was still streaked with tears, then turning to look at Mo. "Why are you crying? Did you bully him?"

Mo denied it: "I didn't."

The tall orcs were very imposing, and their appearance was somewhat intimidating.

The child gripped Mo's arm tightly, shrank behind him, and watched the approaching adult warily.

Mo stood still.

The orc bent down and patted the child's head: "Afraid of me? I don't eat children."

"What's wrong with you?"

It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because the mention of the child reminded her of her grandparents, and she couldn't help but sob softly, "I'm lost... I want to go home... to find my grandparents..."

The orc looked puzzled.

Mo said, "He's hungry."

The orc stared at the child: "Are you hungry?"

The child stopped crying instantly when he suddenly leaned close. His face turned red, and he bit his lip, nodding, "Yes, my stomach is growling."

The orc smiled and said, "Just wait."

The mountain path was difficult to walk on, and the child, being young, stumbled and fell twice in no time.

The orc scooped him up and held him in his arms with one hand: "Are you a sub-orc or an orc?"

The child didn't understand.

The orc pinched his cheek: "Is he a little idiot?"

The child understood this and knew it wasn't something nice, so he immediately defended himself: "I'm not a little fool."

Mo, standing beside him, whispered, "Then why don't you know your own tribe?"

"I..." The child stammered, his eyes welling up with tears again. "The tribe is...home...my home is in Mountain Creek Village. If you take me back, Grandma will kill a rooster for you to eat..."

The father and son exchanged a glance, their expressions complex.

The high-altitude climate was cold, and the child shivered from the cold, so the orc had no choice but to stuff him into his own animal skin robe.

There was a tree not far away with a few fruits hanging sparsely on it, and Mo climbed up it with great agility.

The child peeked out from under the animal skin robe and exclaimed in astonishment, "Brother, you're amazing!"

Just like my Cui Cui.

Cui Cui is a tabby cat raised by Bai Ze's maternal grandmother. She is very good at catching birds in trees and mice on the ground. She is the recognized cat tyrant in their village.

Bai Ze looked at it more and more and more and felt that something was wrong. This child was clearly himself when he was a child.

Could it be... that he once came to this world? This thought sent a shiver down Bai Ze's spine.

Mo couldn't understand what the child was babbling, so he stood on tiptoe and stuffed the fruit into the child's hand: "Eat."

The child looked at the fruit in his hand, swallowed hard, and his throat was parched from crying for so long.

"Thank you, brother." After saying that, Xiaobai quickly took a bite. "So sweet!"

"Just like sugar."

Mo looked up: "What's candy?"

"Candy?" The child paused. "Candy is candy, it's sweet."

"Brother, haven't you ever eaten candy?"

Mo shook his head.

The child immediately felt sorry for the older brother and said earnestly, "Brother, when I get home, I'll buy you lots of candy."

"My maternal grandfather often secretly slips me pocket money, and I've been saving it all this time."

"I'll buy you lollipops, malt candy, and preserved plum candy..." As she spoke, she herself started drooling.

The orc chuckled; although he was a little fool, he was quite adorable.

Seeing that the child was still talking to Mo, he simply squatted down while holding the child.

The next second, the child reached out his little hand and patted Mo's head like an adult: "Brother, I keep my word."

After being touched a few times, Mo's ears turned slightly red, and he turned away.

The scene suddenly shifts, and the person holding the child becomes Mo again. Two children are squatting in a tree, with a large black panther below and several gray wolves baring their fangs around him.

The child covered his mouth, his eyes filled with tears, and clung to Mo in fear.

Mo didn't push the child away. Instead, she reached out and hugged him, whispering, "It's okay."

"My beast father will protect us."

In the blink of an eye, the big black panther pinned a gray wolf to the ground.

The child breathed a sigh of relief and quietly whispered in Mo's ear, "Your beast father is a big cat? That's amazing!"

My neck feels hot and a little itchy.

Mo turned the child's face to face: "It's not a big cat, it's a black panther."

The child continued, "Brother, will you turn into a big cat?"

Mo corrected him again: "It's Black Panther."

"Oh," the child replied perfunctorily, then pressed on, "Will you change?"

"Hmm." Mo was exasperated by the question.

After chasing the wolf away, the orc turned and walked to the tree: "Come down."

Mo quickly climbed down.

The child stretched out one leg, glanced down, then pulled it back in, whispering, "Too...too high..."

"I'll fall to my death."

The orc chuckled and opened his arms: "Kid, jump down, I'll catch you."

"I dare not..."

Mo suddenly spoke up: "Jump down, and I'll show you what I look like as a black panther."

"Really!" The child's eyes lit up instantly.

"real."

The child, upon imagining his brother turning into a big cat, mustered his courage, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and jumped down.

Then, the animal skin on his body got caught on the tree branches, and he was suspended in mid-air, swaying back and forth.

The child kicked his feet, and then realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes and burst into tears.

The orcs were also taken aback by this situation, and Mo was also stunned.

The father and son quickly took the child down from the tree and hurriedly comforted him.

"Don't cry, okay? I'll pick some fruit for you to eat later."

The child pouted and sobbed, "Look at the big, big cat..."

"Don't cry, I'll show you." After saying that, Mo took off his animal skin clothes and transformed into a little black panther, walking up to him.

"No, no, it's a kitten..." The child's eyes suddenly widened, and he stretched out two small, white hands. "Can I...can I touch it?"