Can a Capybara Be a Guide?

[Not a purely sweet, feel-good story, and not a healthy romance either. The love interests each have their own psychological issues. Please don't read if that bothers you. From universally disliked to universally adored.] [Please check out my other upcoming stories with similar crowd-pleaser themes, Beta, Immune to Pheromones and Author, But Trapped in an Infinite-Flow World. I'd love your support!] At his sixteen-year-old mental assessment, Bai Qianying displayed neither healing nor offensive abilities. For the Bai family, who had placed high hopes on him from the day he was born, it was a devastating blow. So the stern family patriarch sent him to the most remote watchtower: "If you don't make a name for yourself and stop disgracing the Bai family, don't come back!" Bai Qianying: (calm) (obedient) Oh, okay. Everyone: ? Doesn't he know what a hellish place a watchtower in a remote region is? Bai Qianying really didn't know. He was just a capybara with stable emotions. During his three years away, he met all kinds of strange sentinels. But none of them could disturb his calm. Sentinel No. 1, S-rank, was famous for being aloof. Nobody would have guessed that he would have his snow leopard spirit animal roll over and expose its belly in front of Bai Qianying. After getting petted, it would squint contentedly and purr. Bai Qianying: (confused) Why does the cat keep making that noise? Sentinel No. 2, S-plus rank, was a human weapon in every sense. His lust was as intense as his bloodlust. He held Bai Qianying tightly from behind, his heavy breathing brushing against his neck. He showed a vulnerability and humility no one had ever seen from him, pleading, "Please..." Bai Qianying: (calm) Ah, I haven't washed my bowl yet. (struggles a little) (can't get free) Bai Qianying: (silent) Then you wash it. Sentinel No. 3 was a dark sentinel, the tower's strongest fighter and the Empire's blade. His mental state was so stable that even Bai Qianying felt something besides calm: surprise. One time, the dark sentinel returned from the battlefield covered in blood. His combat uniform was torn, exposing a broad expanse of scarred abs. His powerful muscles shifted slightly with each breath. He frowned. "I don't need a healer or an offensive guide." Bai Qianying: (calmly nods) Mm. Good thing I don't have any healing or offensive abilities either. Dark sentinel: ? Then what use are you? Bai Qianying fell silent for a moment, then manifested his capybara spirit animal. "How about I balance an orange on my head for you?" At first, these sentinels, who thought of themselves as heaven's chosen, had no interest at all in an unremarkable capybara like him. Gradually, though, they discovered that this seemingly harmless little animal had astonishing abilities. From the Altas arena to the battlefields where they fought alien species for the right to survive, victory always fell into his hands. Bai Qianying accepted them. In his eyes, these overbearing sentinels were no longer expendable tools that could be thrown away at will. They were precious beings he could comfort and heal as equals. He was calm and gentle, with soft, smooth chestnut-brown hair. Sometimes he would look at you and smile, faint dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth. So cute. In the shadows, selfish desires quietly took root. Everyone wanted Bai Qianying to look only at them. Bai Qianying felt as if little animals were drawn to him. Countless spirit animals circled around him. The mighty snow leopard rolled around at his feet like a big cat. An affectionate dog rubbed against him and licked him. A white fox liked to tease his ankles with its tail. A snowy-white lamb curled up in his arms, giving off a lovely grassy scent... Wrapped in fluff, he didn't know what to do. He didn't notice the owners of the spirit animals, standing in the shadows, their eyes fixed on him with desires they couldn't reveal. Tips: 1. The protagonist is not perfect, and neither are the supporting characters. 2. The protagonist grows over time, going from a useless kid to a powerful, universally adored figure. There is a process; he doesn't start out being awesome at everything. The blurb also says he's pretty useless at first. 3. The author writes whatever they like. Logic has left the building. 4. The author writes for the fun of it. If you don't like something, just drop the story. [Blurb screenshotted on 2024.8.20] Below is the blurb for the upcoming story Beta, Immune to Pheromones~ [Universally adored ABO story. The protagonist really is a beta and will not turn into an omega.] Rong Qianyu was a beta, immune to pheromones. While alphas and omegas were busy losing themselves in bed, he passed serenely through a world full of moans and groans, untouched by any of it. Later, after a minor mistake, he was exiled by the old, scheming alphas in the upper ranks of the Federation to guard a remote star system. The beta from the central high-ranking star system was gentle and mild-mannered. Just standing there, he seemed completely different from the alpha soldiers, who were steeped in savagery and bloodshed. He wasn't a rare, delicate omega, but he could still serve as a substitute to whet their appetites. More and more eyes turned toward him, with less and less restraint. But Rong Qianyu was a beta doctor, immune to pheromones, and dedicated to his work. The out-of-control human weapon in rut was locked up and strictly guarded in a basement after leaving the battlefield. No one dared approach him, even when he was seriously injured. His self-healing abilities were so strong that he wouldn't die anyway. As he did every time, he tried to suppress the rage and pain inside and lick his wounds alone. Then Rong Qianyu opened the cell door and treated him gently (with a sharp crack, snapping his broken hand back into place) and carefully (grabbing a huge needle and giving him a shot). Even when he lost control, Rong Qianyu forgave him generously (by knocking him out with one chop and laying him flat). He was like a ray of light shining into this confined world. He had thought Rong Qianyu was a light meant only for him, but then he suddenly realized just how many people were gathered around him. It made him furious. Alpha No. 1, famous for his womanizing ways, carried the scent of wild roses. With a frivolous, debauched smile, he handed Rong Qianyu the leash attached to his collar. His tall body forced Rong Qianyu into a corner as he promised to be his personal puppy. Rong Qianyu pushed up his glasses. "No. The Federation believes everyone is equal. You're a soldier worthy of respect, not anyone's dog." Alpha No. 1: ...Don't say things that kill the mood with such a righteous expression. Alpha No. 2 was upright, serious, steady, and self-controlled. He never allowed himself to become addicted to anything. He voluntarily took suppressants every month and never let his pheromones escape. No one knew what they smelled like. During a rare loss of control, the cool-headed beta ignored the overpowering scent of tequila surrounding him and calmly performed mental guidance. Alpha No. 2 suddenly began struggling violently, his breathing rough like a beast's. Rong Qianyu: ? Don't insult my treatment skills. You're definitely faking it. After the treatment, the beta stood up to leave. He sniffed the air and suddenly noticed a few subtle new scents. Even the only young man in the Federation to become the 13th Legion's chief commander while an omega was tightly gripping his hand to stop him from leaving. With hazy eyes, he pulled Rong Qianyu's hand toward the back of his neck. Rong Qianyu: Wait, I don't have that function. I can't mark anyone. Find someone else. Rong Qianyu: How are you taller than me when you stand up? Rong Qianyu: ? You're taking it out too? * Rong Qianyu was constantly surrounded by a mixture of different pheromone scents. Every pair of eyes watching him held desires they couldn't show. But he sniffed the air and smelled nothing. He calmly ignored everyone's gazes and walked away. After all, he was a beta, immune to pheromones. Theme: People should have ideals