After Transmigrating, I Rely on Plunder to Become a God --- Chapter 5: Little Furball's Specialness (3)

A high-pitched cat's meow, accompanied by a furry paw attack, sent the husky crashing headfirst to the ground, paying homage to me, its little master. "Who told you to let out the husky?" Mom's angry roar instantly stunned Dad, who had just snapped back to reality and couldn't think straight. "Uh, I forgot, I forgot. I got too excited and forgot we can't let dogs out in the house." The commotion caused by the husky at home ended with the husky being recalled, under the suppression of Mom and the kitten. "Mom, Little Furball says she's hungry." This statement shocked both parents because bonded beasts don't need food; they only need spiritual energy, which comes solely from their master. So my words completely shattered their long-held beliefs, leaving only one thought in their minds: Is my baby this special? Later, through communication with Little Furball and attempts by my parents, we discovered that Little Furball wasn't hungry. It turned out she had a very small space within her, which was her ability. Her growth method involved placing meat in this space, and the space would slowly absorb the nutrients from the meat, gradually expanding. This astonished my parents even more because it meant my Little Furball had a space attribute. Through my parents' explanation, I learned that Mom's kitten was wind-attributed, and Dad's husky was metal-attributed. Normally, the chance of a child inheriting their parents' attributes is about 90%, with the rest being almost entirely ancestral attributes. I was also puzzled by this, wondering if any of my ancestors had a space attribute.