The Fierce Sentinel I Tamed Became a Fluffy Ball

Beast tamer Xi Yunhuai transmigrated to an unknown planet. It was a desolate wilderness, where all sorts of strange, furry creatures lived, fierce and twisted.

A gray wolf with filthy, blood-matted fur dragged its broken leg and carried Xi Yunhuai into its den. A dying feathered serpent opened its blood-red eyes and coiled over the back of a blind lynx, ready to pounce on Xi Yunhuai.

Xi Yunhuai: So... cute!

No one can resist fluffy creatures! Once they're tamed, shouldn't he give them a thorough petting?

The Auster Empire was mired in its darkest period in centuries. Three years ago, during a desperate battle against an alien insect race, the empire's finest warriors had mysteriously lost their spirit forms.

Death followed them like a shadow, and the pain of their missing souls never let up. They were irritable, out of control, and on the verge of collapse.

Just as they thought they would suffer until the day they died, the long-lost link to their spirit forms appeared once more.

Colonel Po stood onstage, furiously berating this year's new recruits, when something suddenly bounced between his legs. He cried out in alarm and clamped his thighs together, swearing as he tried to figure out who had attacked him. Then he felt someone touch him several more times.

Xi Yunhuai was struggling to treat the gray wolf's injured leg when he spotted those two big bells. Who could possibly resist? I'm giving them a flick!

The blind, icy professor stumbled back to his office. Fighting back the sounds escaping his lips, he knelt on the floor and buried his head in the crook of his arms, his hips raised high as if he were being spanked, his whole body trembling.

Xi Yunhuai cradled the blind lynx and took turns smacking the base of its tail. Kitties purr, and they all love getting their butts patted!

General Hubert, asleep for three whole years, opened his eyes. The Dark Sentinel who had led the empire to victory crawled out of his stasis pod like a demon from hell, scarlet spreading through his golden eyes.

"Take me..."

"I can hear... my soul calling. It's his voice..."

The sentinels' minds were filled with the shivers of being gently petted, the delight of wanting to roll around, and the urge to purr.

Following the link to the battlefield where they had once fought, they were stunned to find an unfamiliar young man holding a whip, while the fiercest spirit forms, once responsible for countless alien deaths, lay docilely at his feet. Some rolled over to expose their bellies, purring and begging to be petted.

Claws and fangs stained with blood are put away for you.

Fierce eyes grow bright and gentle because of you.

At the end of the starry sky, you tame our savage souls.

Note added on October 4, 2022. Screenshot saved.

Theme: Love will never disappear