Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

The lighting in Observation Zone No. 2 was dimmer than in the other rooms, and a dark figure, almost blending into the shadows, was curled up in the corner.

The black panther's fur wasn't just black; only when he breathed slowly would a faint, deep blue sheen appear on its surface.

Unlike Jing Yao, Han Zhou did not come to the door to greet him. He remained lying in the deepest corner of the observation area, with only his pair of pale golden leopard eyes shining coldly in the darkness, like two phosphorescent lights floating in the night.

The sense of oppression was completely different from that in Observation Zone One. Jingyao's sense of oppression was like a mountain, pressing down heavily, thick and majestic; while Hanzhou's sense of oppression was like a net, densely and silently wrapping around, making the air thin.

As soon as Ye Tang opened the door, she felt a tightness in her chest, but she didn't think much of it, assuming it was because she hadn't recovered from the fright she had just been in. She carried the tray and walked in confidently.

"Hello, I'm the new warden. I'm bringing you today's lunch." She placed the tray on the stone platform in the middle of the observation area, with steamed buns, catnip, and nutritional supplements neatly arranged.

Instead of leaving immediately, she stood by the stone platform, looking at the black panther in the corner with an expectant yet tentative gaze.

Hanzhou looked at her silently.

He certainly recognized the little female—he saw her when she came out of Observation Zone One this morning, and he had seen the whole process of her touching Jing Yao's head through the glass wall.

A double F-rank female touched the Imperial Marshal's head, and afterwards complained that it wasn't soft enough, saying, "It feels nice." Now she's standing in his observation area, looking at him with a strange expression, the same look she had when she looked at Jing Yao earlier.

He didn't intend to let her touch him.

Han Zhou stood up from the corner, his dark figure moving in the dim light as if the shadow itself had gained substance.

He walked to the stone platform with the graceful steps typical of felines, picked up a steamed bun, then took the bundle of catnip and nutritional supplements, and silently retreated to the corner.

The whole process was smooth and efficient. I maintained a distance of at least three meters from her throughout, without making eye contact or lingering. It was a clear and polite way of saying "Keep away, strangers."

After retreating to the corner, he lowered his head and began to eat the steamed bun. When he took the first bite, his leopard ears twitched back, and when he took the second bite, the tip of his tail curled unconsciously.

But the expression on his face—if you could read an expression on a black panther's face—was still as cold as ice.

Ye Tang looked at the black leopard huddled in the corner, silently eating its bun, put her hands on her hips, and muttered with great dissatisfaction, "A fluffy creature that won't let you touch it isn't a good baby."

In the central observation room, Lu Yu, holding his third cup of coffee of the day, saw this scene through the surveillance footage and heard this sentence. His hand holding the coffee paused, and a sense of helplessness, "What kind of person did I hire?" appeared in his light amber eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Ghost Hunter was completely subdued by the little female before him. It wasn't a strategic weighing or a cost-benefit analysis, but a more instinctive, heartfelt acceptance—this female truly treated the Imperial Marshal like a cat to pet and the Chief Commander like a disobedient pet to complain about.

In her eyes, these top-tier combat forces that struck fear into the hearts of the entire empire were all large, fluffy creatures that needed to be fed, stroked, and coaxed.

Marshal, commander, young clan leader—all were treated like pets to her. Thinking of this, Youlie suddenly felt fortunate—at least she still treated him like a dog, and a dog's status was clearly higher than a cat's. He quickened his pace to catch up, nuzzling his head against Ye Tang's hand that hung by her side.

"My darling big dog is still the best." Ye Tang gave him a pat and received a friendly card from the fluffy creature.

Above Observation Zone No. 3 is an open dome, and a giant silver-gray falcon circles in the simulated sky.

Ling Shou had seen Ye Tang walking towards him before she even entered, and he had witnessed her being rebuffed in Observation Zone Two. He had no intention of giving her any "opportunity."

When Ye Tang pushed open the door and walked in carrying a tray, Ling Shou landed steadily on the highest perch, picked up the meat bun, flapped its wings, and flew to the top of the perch, looking down at her. Its silver-gray eagle eyes held the arrogance and sharpness unique to birds of prey.

Ye Tang craned her neck to look at him for a long time until her neck ached. The peregrine falcon perched on its perch, its posture upright, its wings folded, the wingtips elegantly overlapping above its tail feathers, its chin slightly tucked, its eagle eyes looking down, every angle screaming "not to be trifled with."

She tried to reach it on tiptoe, and the pheasant immediately flew up to the height of a perch, maintaining a precise vertical distance of more than two meters between them.

"Stingy," Ye Tang rubbed her sore neck, turned around and pushed the food cart out, "flat hair is just not as pleasing as round hair."

Ghost Hunter, following behind her, nearly had his tail wagging in the air upon hearing those words. He was now incredibly grateful to be Round Fur. Canine, Round Fur, Obedient, Pettable—a perfect match.

The temperature in Observation Zone No. 4 was as high as ever. Even before Ye Tang opened the safety door, she could feel the heat emanating from the door panel.

She pushed open the door and entered, a wave of heat hitting her face. Chi Heng was standing on that dark stone mountain, his crimson wings half-open, the hot air around his body slightly distorted.

Even after the collapse value dropped, the body temperature of the Vermilion Bird Clan was still much higher than that of ordinary orcs, and the entire observation area was like a giant constant-temperature oven.

Ye Tang put the plate on the ground, stood up, and wiped the beads of sweat that had instantly appeared on her forehead.

She quickly calculated in her mind what cooling items were available in the freezer of the space supermarket, and then, with a thought, she took out two ice creams from her space.

One was a mung bean popsicle, and the other was an old-fashioned popsicle, both the simplest kind, with wisps of white steam rising from the wrappers after they were torn open.

"Here, have some popsicles to cool you down." She placed two popsicles side by side on the side of the plate, and thoughtfully placed the lid of the container underneath them to prevent them from melting.

Chi Heng tilted his head and stared at the two cold-smelling objects for a while, then carefully lowered his head, picked one up, and took a bite.

The cool sweetness and the refreshing aroma of mung beans melted in his mouth, neutralizing the heat within Zhuque's body. His feathers fluffed slightly, and he jumped down a few feet from the rocky hill, lowering his head to pick up a second one.

"Is it delicious? I'll bring you other flavors next time, like chocolate and strawberry." Ye Tang nodded in satisfaction as she watched him eat obediently, then turned and left Observation Zone 4, pushing the food cart to the end of the corridor.

Observation Zone No. 5, Cangming.

The moment the safety gate opened, a damp coolness and the unique salty smell of the sea rushed out.

The water in the pool was much clearer than yesterday, and you could see the sand and aquatic plants at the bottom of the pool at a glance.

Cangming floated on the water, its back to the entrance, its hands clasped on the stone platform by the pool. Its lower body's fish tail swayed slowly from side to side in the water, and its scales, which had a gradient from deep blue to silver-white, refracted a gem-like light in the ripples.

Her long, seaweed-like hair clung wetly to her back, the ends dangling in the water and swaying with the current. Even just her back view was a painting in itself.

"I brought you food," Ye Tang said, carrying a tray to the edge of the pond. She placed the insulated container, catnip, and nutritional supplement on the stone platform, then added in a natural and familiar tone, "We have steamed buns today, which are much tastier than the nutritional supplement. Try them."

Cangming did not turn around. He maintained his back-to-back posture, his profile, hidden by his long hair, was cold and aloof.

The memory of yesterday afternoon was still vividly etched in his mind. He was scooped out of the pond by a small female with a landing net, like a fish.

He lived for three hundred years—of course, within the royal family of the Abyss, he was only in his youth, which, when converted to the age of a land beastman, would be roughly equivalent to thirty years old, but in these three hundred years, he had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace.

What annoyed him even more was that the guys next door had been mocking him since yesterday afternoon.

Every time Jingyao saw him through the glass wall, he would tap the wall with his tail, making a "thump thump thump" sound; Hanzhou was expressionless, but the way the black panther looked at him made him very unhappy; Chiheng was even more outrageous, imitating a seabird through the wall, and he would pluck all the feathers off his tail sooner or later.

But he couldn't get angry at this little female named Ye Tang. Because she was saving him. His mental breakdown value dropped from 95 to 86 in just one day, a number greater than the cumulative drop over the past three months.

Regardless of what method the female used, her existence undeniably prevented him from sliding into an irreversible abyss. The Sea Abyss royal family is strict about gratitude and repaying kindness; they cannot afford to lose their temper with their benefactors.

Yesterday, he specifically looked up her information. Ye Tang, eighteen years old. According to the calculation method of the Haiyuan royal family, they are considered adults at three hundred years old. Eighteen years old is not even out of the cub stage. In the clan, she is the age when the elders would wrap her up and sleep with her tail.

A cub who was not yet an adult risked being torn apart by an SS-level mental field to enter his pool and used the clumsiest and most direct method she could think of to scoop him up, just so that he could surface for a breath of fresh air.

Thinking of this, Cangming couldn't turn around. He was afraid that if he turned around and saw her face, he would be reminded of the way he was caught in the net, the humiliation and the gratitude he felt were fighting in his chest, making him unsure of what expression to wear when facing her. So he maintained his back to her, making sure his voice sounded cold, distant, and businesslike.

"Put your things down, you can go now."