Nameplates and the Humiliation of Mimi

Life in the detached villa suddenly became "regular" and "comfortable."

There were no more life-or-death struggles in the ruins, no more desperate torment inside iron cages, and even the training was temporarily focused on recovery and adaptation.

Sunlight streamed in through the bright glass windows, casting warm patches of light onto the floor. Lin Mo lay on his exclusive area covered in an unknown, soft animal hide, eyes half-closed, appearing to be napping, while in reality, he was frantically complaining internally.

The feeling of being kept like a pig—no, like a rare feline species—made him, a future overlord who aspired to devour the starry sky, feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he was wondering if he should "accidentally" break a vase or two to express his dissatisfaction, there was a knock at the door.

Wang Keke ran to open it, and in walked two officers in crisp military uniforms with solemn expressions, accompanied by a middle-aged man wearing the attire of a Wang Family steward.

The leading middle-aged officer, whose shoulder insignia indicated a high rank, held a dark blue metal box bearing the national emblem of Huaxia.

"Miss Wang Keke, Mr... Mimi." The officer's gaze paused significantly when it landed on Lin Mo's massive frame, and he carefully chose his words. "In accordance with the Provisional Regulations on the Management and Rights Protection of Special Talents (Non-Human) and the joint resolution of the Northeast Base City Command and the Special Affairs Management Office, we are here to officially process the citizenship certification for your battle pet, the Mutated Winged Tiger, 'Mimi'."

Citizenship certification?

Lin Mo's ears perked up instantly, and his amber eyes opened wide. He was a bit stunned; issuing an ID card for a tiger? This was quite the move.

Wang Keke also covered her small mouth in surprise.

The officer solemnly opened the metal box, which was lined with soft red velvet, revealing a shield-shaped metal tag about the size of an infant's palm resting quietly inside.

The material of the tag was neither gold nor silver, shimmering with a faint dark-gold luster. The edges were engraved with intricate cloud patterns, the center featured a clear relief of the Huaxia national emblem, and below it were two lines of laser-etched text:

[Name: Mimi]

[Citizen ID: HX-DB-JL-001]

HX (Huaxia) - DB (Northeast) - JL (Behemoth? Or Sprite?) - 001 (The first one)?

Seeing that glaring "Name: Mimi," Lin Mo felt his tiger whiskers twitch with rage!

Humiliation! A total disgrace!

He, Lin Mo, the future devourer of the starry sky, was actually going to be recorded in history under the name "Mimi"?! This must have been something Wang Keke said offhandedly, which some god-forsaken clerk had written into the files!

"Roar—! (I am not called Mimi!)" He couldn't help but let out a low, protest-filled growl.

The officer was clearly prepared for the monster's temper and, without changing his expression, continued in a formulaic tone: "This identity tag is made of a composite of memory alloy and special biological ceramic. It is durable, wear-resistant, and equipped with basic vital sign monitoring, positioning, and emergency distress functions.

Wearing this tag signifies that 'Mimi' is officially a legal citizen recognized and protected by Huaxia law, enjoying certain corresponding rights and bearing corresponding obligations."

He looked at Wang Keke: "Please put it on Mr. Wang... er, 'Mimi'. This is the symbol of his identity and a necessary credential for travel within the base city."

Wang Keke looked at the well-crafted, significant tag that bore such a shameful name, then back at Lin Mo, who looked "determined to resist to the death." She felt both amused and helpless. She picked up the tag; it had a special clasp on the back that could be easily and securely attached to a collar or simply clipped onto a tuft of fur.

"Mimi, be good, this is a good thing!" Wang Keke tried to soothe him. "From now on, you're a tiger with status!"

Status, my foot! If I become a Starry Sky Behemoth with this name, won't my opponents die laughing?! Lin Mo felt aggrieved, his body shrinking back in resistance.

But he couldn't withstand Wang Keke's soft pleas and the "predatory" gazes of the officer and the steward. Ultimately, he submitted with humiliating, symbolic struggles, allowing Wang Keke to clip the tag—the "officially certified humiliation"—onto the thickest tuft of fur on the side of his neck.

As the cold, hard touch hit his skin, Lin Mo felt his dignity as a fierce tiger suffer ten thousand points of critical damage.

"There, it fits perfectly!" Wang Keke clapped her hands, looking with satisfaction at the dark-gold tag peeking through the white fur.

The officer and his team finished their task, saluted, and left.

Lin Mo flopped back onto his animal hide mat, feeling like his entire tiger soul was crushed. He could even imagine future scenarios:

Scenario one: He roars at the starry sky, devouring planets, and an enemy powerhouse asks in terror: "Who goes there?!" He lifts his head proudly, the tag reflecting the light of a star, clearly engraved with—[Mimi]. The enemy powerhouse freezes, then laughs until their energy goes out of control...

Scenario two: He transforms into human form (if he can later), dashing and charming, and a girl asks shyly: "What is your name, brother?" He gives a wicked smile and pulls out his ID—Name: Mimi. The girl's expression collapses...

"Roar... (Just destroy me, hurry up...)" Lin Mo buried his large head into his paws, letting out a depressed whimper.

Fortunately, this humiliation didn't last long; it was soon diluted by "deliciousness."

The Wang Family's efficiency was extremely high, or rather, they didn't skimp on their investment in an "S-rank core seed." That afternoon, the three "feasts" Lin Mo had "personally requested" were delivered to the specialized training room attached to the villa.

The first dish: [Moonlight Fox] (Beast Soldier mid-stage).

It was delivered as a perfectly preserved carcass. The silver fur was indeed like condensed moonlight; even in death, it emitted a faint fluorescence, appearing sacred and beautiful. The meat looked incredibly delicate.

Lin Mo activated his Devour Talent and tore into it. The meat was cool and sweet, as if he were chewing on moonlight. The energy was gentle and pure, rapidly nourishing his mental power and body. Unfortunately, the [Combat Devour Talent] did not trigger any inheritance prompts for [Agility Enhancement] or [Moonlight Healing]. But just for the taste and the energy, he felt... it was worth it! This thing definitely wasn't cheap!

The second dish: [Lightning Marten] (Beast Soldier mid-stage).

This one was even more extreme—it was alive! It was kept in a special energy cage, darting around like a golden bolt of lightning, moving so fast it left afterimages. It took some effort to process, but the meat was firm and springy, containing a faint tingling sensation and vibrant life energy. Especially the marten's heart; the moment he bit into it, a surge of scorching energy swept through his entire body, making his limbs feel much lighter. Still no inherited talent, but his speed seemed to have improved by an imperceptible margin.

The third dish: [Crystal Scorpion] (Beast Soldier mid-stage).

This monster had the best presentation, truly looking like an artwork carved from amethyst. The tail stinger and the scorpion paste were specially preserved. The scorpion meat tasted uniquely sweet with a mineral-like texture, and the paste was packed with energy. After devouring it, he could feel his carapace (the skin beneath his fur) becoming a fraction denser.

After the gluttonous feast, Lin Mo was satisfied. Although he hadn't gained any talents (the probability was just too low), his energy was fully replenished, his physical state had returned to its peak, and he even felt a slight improvement.

He licked his paws, savoring the sweetness of the Moonlight Fox and the chewiness of the Lightning Marten, lying on his luxurious hide mat and enjoying the lazy afternoon sun.

The tag on his neck, engraved with "Mimi," reflected a bit of light from time to time, reminding him of his humiliation.

His mouth was filled with ultimate deliciousness, his body felt comfortably lazy, but his heart was blocked by the resentment over his name.

This was his current life—under the "official humiliation," enjoying top-tier resources and steadily (and luxuriously) developing toward the goal of "eating them into bankruptcy."

He glanced at the clear blue sky outside the window and thought to himself:

Hmph, Mimi it is! When I am strong enough to ignore all rules, the first thing I'll do is change the name on my household registration!

As for now... what should I order for "dinner" tomorrow? I heard the wings of the [Green-Eyed Thunder Eagle] and the tenderloin of the [Earth Vein Lingzhi Pig] are both good? Hmm, I need to study the Bestiary carefully...

With "aspirations" for the future and plans for gourmet food, Lin Mo let out a yawn that smelled of the Moonlight Fox, shifted to a more comfortable position on the soft hide mat, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the sunlight, the dark-gold tag rested quietly against his neck, the two characters "Mimi" seemingly whispering in silence about the beginning of a new era where man and beast, rights and humiliation, coexisted.