The Multiverse Bestiary: A Madman’s Guide to Raising Creatures

The moment I opened my eyes, a starship, a flying sword from the cultivation world, and beastfolk fangs all came crashing into view. So I'd landed in some godforsaken place where a hundred worlds were at war? I had barely landed when a bloodstained wind pressed me to the ground, killing intent all around. Suddenly, my palm burned like a red-hot iron. The Myriad Worlds Compendium unfurled out of nowhere. The System's icy prompt rang out: Want to live? Then win over those big shots who are seeing red. Once their affection reaches the maximum, you can choose any of their abilities. This Beast King is just my type. The rumble of his dark golden tail smashing a mech hadn't even stopped. One moment, his claws were an inch from my throat; the next, he was transfixed by the hint of vulnerable, alluring moisture in my eyes. “Remember, you're mine.” As he gripped my chin and declared his claim, fake tears still clung to my lashes. In my mind, I'd already put a price on that bone-mending regenerative ability of his. What a lovely collectible. Then I ran into the icy-faced Immortal Venerable from the cultivation world, whose wave of a hand could freeze half a planet. He looked at me like I was a bothersome chip of ice. The mad Marshal of the Interstellar Alliance was even more direct. His lab's metal table gleamed coldly, and who knew, the soldier who'd spoken to me yesterday might be soaking in the marshal's nutrient solution right now. One by one, red dots lit up on the Compendium. Every one of them could crush my throat. Hah. Am I scared? I gave the mirror a sweet, obedient smile, but excitement glimmered in my eyes. What can I say? If I want to live, I have to put a leash on these mad dogs one by one. I just wonder if I'll get bored and toss them aside in the end, or if they'll have what it takes to break my bones apart and serve them up as a snack with their drinks. The thought is kind of exciting.