Chapter 1: The Big Gray Wolf

In a daze, Ming Ruan was half-forced, half-escorted out the door. A cold wind hit him with a jolt.

The moment he opened his eyes, a small suitcase was thrown with a bang at his feet.

Before him was a luxurious, standalone villa estate, and he was standing right at the main gate.

“Ming Ruan.”

Hearing his name, Ming Ruan looked up to see a tall, warm-looking young man standing just inside the gate, looking at him with a gloomy and complex expression.

The young man said, “Father and Mother tolerated you this long because of the twenty years of raising you, but you are simply too much… The Ming family owes you nothing, and Father and Mother owe you nothing. This is where it ends. From now on, the Ming family has no further ties to you.”

“I hope you can find a new life for yourself. Take care of yourself.”

What, what ‘take care of yourself’? A gust of cold wind made Ming Ruan miss the meaning of the last word.

Ming Ruan tilted his head in confusion, then, in his muddled state, politely replied, “Okay, thank you. You take care too.”

The young man’s expression became complicated. He had been about to turn around, go back inside, and close the door, but he paused, looking Ming Ruan up and down a few more times.

He had been prepared for a huge scene from the youth.

The person before him hadn’t changed. He was wearing the most expensive and garish designer streetwear bought with the family’s money, the kind with all sorts of jangling accessories. On his head was a mop of dazzling, flamboyant blonde hair.

But those black eyes, looking over with a dark, innocent gleam, seemed so much more well-behaved. It was surprisingly disarming.

The young man couldn’t help but think, If he’d been this well-behaved earlier, even if it was an act, he wouldn’t be getting kicked out today.

So the young man hesitated, and finally added, “The Ming family’s card for you is frozen. But the A12 Sanatorium Zone Executor position you wanted—Father secured it for you. The contract information is on your Light Brain.”

“You… take care of yourself.”

The young man repeated those four words one last time.

Then, the main door slammed shut.

Leaving Ming Ruan alone in the cold wind, slowly taking stock of the situation.

Although Ming Ruan wasn’t a hardcore web-surfing expert in the modern world, in a situation like this, he could more or less guess what had happened: he had probably transmigrated.

But…

Where were the memories? Where was the System? Where was the Golden Finger?

Ming Ruan tapped his head, then patted himself down and checked his pockets, only completely giving up after a good while.

Apparently, there was nothing.

He switched on the Light Brain on his wrist. After fiddling with it for a bit, although he hadn’t figured out the whole situation, he could roughly confirm:

Not only was there no Transmigrator Starter Set, but after being kicked out, he now had no job, no home, and not a single cent.

So…

What now?

Ming Ruan stood in the cold wind for a moment, then slowly crouched down, curled himself into a ball on the roadside, and allowed himself to zone out for a while.

After some time, a little proverbial light bulb lit up over Mushroom Ming Ruan’s head.

Wait, maybe he did have a job.

Ming Ruan suddenly remembered what the young man had just said. He searched through his Light Brain and found a simple contract.

The contract was automatically linked to a briefing document. Ming Ruan clicked in, finding an interface similar to a webpage.

The page was arranged with many photos. Next to each person’s ID photo was an animal’s ID photo, with a person’s name below and many descriptions of the animal in the photo.

Ming Ruan’s eyes lit up.

He knew this!

Many of the pet stores where he’d worked part-time had information pages like this, mainly for easy cross-referencing and record-keeping.

Ming Ruan had the legendary touch for little animals. Even the fiercest cat at school would jump into his lap. If he held some food in his hand, even sparrows and magpies would land on it.

Whenever his classmates went to the zoo, they’d drag him along, because with Ming Ruan, even those elusive animals who couldn’t be bothered to show themselves would come right up to the glass.

Ming Ruan’s childhood dream was to run a zoo, but he later studied elementary education and didn’t pursue it.

Still, outside of his studies, he used this talent to become the “top star” of all the pet stores in his city, the one customers would specifically request.

Ming Ruan glanced at it. The animals on the page weren’t common cats or dogs, but mostly Gray Wolves, Snow Leopards, Peacocks…

Back on Blue Star, these animals would be a one-way ticket to prison—definitely not pets you could keep.

But this was the Interstellar Era, supposedly!

So that made perfect sense.

It fit his vision of interstellar life very well.

From this perspective, although the title ‘A12 Sanatorium Zone Executor’ sounded high-end, if you translated it, it probably just meant something like an intergalactic pet store employee.

And this contract was only for a one-month probation period. If he had other ideas after a month, he could simply terminate the contract.

Ming Ruan could hardly find a reason to refuse this job.

He first needed a place to stay, earn some money, properly understand this interstellar world, and then make his plans slowly.

Ming Ruan followed the instructions and went through a series of identity verification procedures.

The moment the contract was signed, the Light Brain automatically popped up a location, indicating that a vehicle would pick him up soon for his new post.

Simultaneously, a small lens-like page floated out from the Light Brain and hovered around Ming Ruan.

This was something written in the contract: the A12 District Executor is subject to live-stream supervision.

Many pet stores back on Earth have similar requirements nowadays too.

After the camera appeared, Ming Ruan pursed a smile, waved at the lens, and murmured, “Hello.” Just a greeting to the boss!

However, Ming Ruan didn’t know that behind this lens wasn’t a monitor seen by just one person, but an official live broadcast room facing the entire Alpha Galaxy.

The broadcast room’s name was [Citizen Oversight – A12 Sanatorium Zone Current Executor (One-Month Probation) – Ming Ruan].

What Ming Ruan couldn’t see was that even before the picture appeared, the live room was flooded with comments.

【 Ming Ruan die】

Then, a nerve-wracking alarm beep-beep-beeped, and the Light Brain auto-projected a screen, a red warning box flashing incessantly.

【Bravely speaking out: he’s the Former Council Speaker.】

【F f f Xie Gewen was awake!】