Diabolical Eggplant

Lin Jin never imagined he would ever transmigrate. And to such a peculiar world at that. Here, deadly beasts were regarded as sacred, and thankfully, he owned a museum for deadly beasts.
“Master, this is just a dying little tortoise…”
“What tortoise? This is a rare species that contains the blood of a Black Tortoise and could be promoted up to level seven.”
“What about this shedding mongrel?”
“Mongrel? How narrow-minded. This is a branch descendant of the snarling hound with a hint of Kirin’s blood. Take my word for it and sign the blood contract at once. I guarantee you that you'll soar to success and be on your path to invincibility!”

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The_Dreamweavers

EndlessFantasy Translation 

Museum of Deadly Beasts

Spitting_Alpaca

Shang'er was experiencing torturous pain as the lightning surged into her body. The pain now was far worse from the pain she was already in prior to the lightning strike. What made it a living hell was how the pain seemed to be coming from inside out.

The little fox's face grimaced in pain but she never uttered a single squeak in the process.

Divine lightning has been recognized by most as the strongest power of nature that no one could stand up against. However, it was usually the case that the stronger something was, the greater its weakness.

The divine lightning was no exception to this rule. For one, it lacked the power for a continued attack.

After a few strikes, it began to weaken and after two more strikes, its strength was already not worth mentioning.

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