F-Rank Guide, the Tyrant Star Beast Forces Me to Become a God

In the interstellar age, Guides use their psychic power to tame beasts. F-rank is synonymous with uselessness.

Lin Yin accepted that.

Exiled by her family to a garbage planet, all she wanted was to film short videos, cuddle fluffy animals, and coast through life until the end.

Then she found a filthy little black fluffball in a scrap heap.

It was palm-sized, purred, and rubbed its head against her palm.

Lin Yin: Perfect. You're my new ticket to viral fame!

But then

The fluffball knocked the junk food from her hand with one paw and dragged over a hundred-pound gravity bracelet, dropping it in front of her.

No lifting weights? No petting.

No meditation? No cuddles.

No running twenty kilometers? No cat cuddles today.

Lin Yin tearfully began her brutal training.

Everyone laughed at this delusional F-rank good-for-nothing, until the Interstellar Federation Academy entrance exam, when a Zerg army launched a surprise attack

Everyone watched as Lin Yin tore high-level Zerg apart with her bare hands.

And the palm-sized black beast on her shoulder opened its mouth.

Its roar shook the stars.

The entire interstellar world went mad: How can an F-rank Guide fight even better than an SSS-rank Sentinel?!

Lin Yin looked at the fluffball on her shoulder with tears in her eyes. "It's all because my cat made me do it."