Beast Tamer: Carrying a small world of the end times with you

A preliminary note: Species Value refers to a species' inherent numerical strength. For example, a tiger's Species Value is higher than a mouse's. This value remains constant without evolution.

Potential refers to individual value, the numerical difference between individuals of the same species. For example, among humans, some are 1.67 meters tall, while others exceed 2 meters. This value affects combat ability at the same level.

The following is the main text.

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“I transmigrated (munch, munch, munch). And I transmigrated into the body of an alternate version of myself with the same name and appearance. (munch, munch, munch) This world doesn't have an apocalypse? (munch, munch, munch)”

In an old house, Qian Er sat at a table piled high with various takeout snacks, stuffing his mouth while pondering.

He ate greedily yet cleanly, a habit ingrained from five years of survival in the apocalypse, wasting not a single bit of energy.

Since the apocalypse descended, he hadn't tasted anything so delicious in five years. The rich, savory aroma of meat spreading in his mouth intoxicated him, and the almost forgotten feeling of fullness in his belly made him feel as if he were floating on clouds.

After devouring all the snacks on the table, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Looking at his bruised and swollen face in the mirror, he fell into deep thought.

“A Beast Taming world? Because I awakened a high-level Darkness-type talent, I had a chance to compete for a recommendation spot, so someone tried to sabotage me?”

Examining the memories in his mind, Qian Er quietly stroked his chin.

In this world, 'himself' is a high school student. However, unlike the high school students in his previous life, high school students in this world have their talents tested when they come of age. Those with Beast Tamer talent ascend to the heavens in a single bound, while those without it can only apply for ordinary subjects.

Not only did he awaken Beast Tamer talent, but he also awakened a high-level Darkness-type talent. Darkness-type doesn't refer to a single category but is a collective term for Flesh, Undead, and Skeleton types. Among all high-level talents, it's one of the most supreme.

High-level talents are already eligible for recommendation, a recommendation to the Imperial Academy.

But here's the problem: the school only has one recommendation spot, but this year, the school has two high-level talents. The other talent is far inferior to Qian Er's, only a Grass-type high-level talent, barely considered high-level.

If Qian Er hadn't appeared, this recommendation spot would definitely have been his. But now that such a dark horse has emerged, everyone knows who the spot should go to.

However, the other person wasn't happy. After the principal announced that the spot belonged to Qian Er, he was ambushed on the way back. The group didn't say anything, just gave him a beating. But unexpectedly, they accidentally beat the original owner to death, so they could only throw him back home and flee in unison.

“Those little brats hit pretty hard.”

Qian Er touched the bruised and swollen areas on his body, feeling a sharp pain. His years of survival experience in the apocalypse told him that it should be soft tissue contusion. He just didn't know if there were any fractures.

“That high-level Grass-type talent is called Chen Yin. His family is quite powerful. His father is Chen Xing, an Elite-level Beast Tamer, considered a top expert in this small border town.”

Beast Taming level divisions: 1~10 Novice, 11~20 Excellent, 21~30 Skilled, 31~40 Elite, 41~50 Garrison, 51~60 Quasi-King, 61~70 King, 71~80 Demigod, 81~90 Divine Domain, 91~100 Saint.

“They were completely trying to kill me. They beat the original owner to death, which allowed me to transmigrate. Their goal should be that spot. No, I can't go to school for now. If they know I'm not dead, they'll come again. Next time, it probably won't be so simple.”

Qian Er stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

“I have to strike first and resolve his family first.”

This was the knowledge he learned in the seventh month of the apocalypse: don't wait for danger to find you, because then it'll be too late. You must strike first.

“I wonder if this world has Paraquat.”

Now that he had made up his mind, he couldn't hesitate. He immediately took out an old phone and started searching online.

He loved Paraquat, a colorless, odorless poison with no cure after use. Back in the apocalyptic world, he used it to scheme against countless people. To obtain a large amount of Paraquat without emetics or irritants, he even made a special trip to a Paraquat factory and occupied it as a stronghold.

“Hmm? There's no such pesticide as Paraquat? What a pity.”

After searching online and finding that there was no such useful thing, Qian Er frowned. Without this, it would be troublesome for him to deal with that Elite-level Beast Tamer.

But it was only a little troublesome. High-level Beast Tamers can enhance their physical fitness, but this doesn't include Elite-level Beast Tamers.

“According to my memory, the school should have given me a Beast.”

As he said this, he opened his Beast Space with unfamiliar movements, following the method in his memory.

The next moment, a hole opened in front of him. With a 'splatter' sound, a puddle of rotten sludge fell out of the hole, making a weak sound.

This was the initial Beast given to him by the school after detecting his talent.

A rare Flesh-type Sludge Monster. However, at this moment, the Sludge Monster was on its last breath. The rotten sludge representing the extension of its vitality was almost gone, and its size was much smaller than when Qian Er first saw it.

“Was it injured by those people?”

Squatting down and stroking the Sludge Monster's small head, a trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes. Sludge Monsters have two stages of evolution. Its final evolution, the Flesh Demon, is a powerful Beast with a total Species Value of 550, which can be said to be quite powerful among all Beasts. If he had to find one himself, it would be difficult to find a Beast more suitable for him than the Sludge Monster.

Therefore, he had to find a way to heal the Sludge Monster.

But here's the problem: the Sludge Monster was too severely injured. Conventional treatment methods were useless for this level of injury. He could only use rotten flesh to replenish the Sludge Monster's origin.

But here's another problem: If it were in the past when humans and other races were fighting for living space and there were wars everywhere, it would be easy to get rotten flesh. That was also the peak of Darkness-type Beasts. But now, the world is at peace, and those things are rare. If he's not careful, he could get into trouble.

Wealthy Darkness-type Beast Tamers certainly don't care. They can always get it. But Qian Er doesn't have money. He clearly has the surname Qian (meaning money), but he doesn't have money.

Without the help of those things, the growth rate of Darkness-type Beasts is several times slower.

Because of this reason, the status of poor Darkness-type Beast Tamers is somewhat awkward. This is also why that Chen Yin dared to plot for his spot.

“Damn it, I never thought that one day I would be stumped by rotten flesh?”

Biting the chicken leg in his mouth hard, Qian Er thought with some annoyance. Back in the apocalyptic world, he was disgusted by the stench of those zombies, but he never thought he would miss those things now.

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar stench rushed into his nose, causing him to swallow the chicken in his mouth unconsciously.

“That's not right!”

Soon, he reacted, even his body moved faster than his thoughts. He rolled to the side, and where he had just been sitting, a low roar came.

Without turning his head, Qian Er knew that it was the zombie he had been dealing with for five years.

Looking up, the old rental house and the table full of delicacies disappeared. Replacing them was his lair of several years—a dilapidated pesticide factory.

“I'm back? I was just a little nostalgic, I didn't really want to come back!”

Looking back, there was only one lone zombie rushing towards him. Qian Er, who already knew the ordinary zombies like the back of his hand, dodged to the side and casually took out an axe he had hidden in his lair, splitting its head open, saying with some collapse.