My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1098 - 326: My Pet Beast is Really Not an Evil God! Red Rabbit’s Metamorphosis! Gary Smith Tainting a Realm_3

Chapter 1098: Chapter 326: My Pet Beast is Really Not an Evil God! Red Rabbit’s Metamorphosis! Gary Smith Tainting a Realm_3

"If it weren’t for the side effects being so severe, making the Mechanical Beasts only think about evolution, and attacking the Mechanic on their own initiative, Shimmering Oil could totally become the sacred oil of the Mechanism Series."

"But in this world, there’s no such thing as a perfect solution."

Gary Smith was quite sanguine about this; after all, he had the Taboo position which could suppress related side effects. His gaze paused momentarily on the Earth’s Splendor Cannon Halo, then he said to Red Rabbit:

"Alright, stop playing."

"Roar!"

Upon hearing its Master’s summon, the tyrannical emotion in the black gold beast’s pupils dissipated, and it trotted over with its tail wagging, not resembling the ferocious Kirin, but more like a happy and dumb dog.

Which showed everyone in Mechanism King’s Domain a contrasting side.

Gary Smith patted its head, then began to check its abilities.

Beyond the boosts from the Steam Battlefield and its own enhancements, Red Rabbit had mastered "Steam Titan Skin" and the "Steam Incarnation" skills.

Because the First Generation Steam Machine had been severely damaged by him and needed to devour a large amount of machinery to repair itself, plus the limitation of Red Rabbit’s own strength, it could only perform the "Steam Propulsion" fifteen times, possessing a defense almost comparable to that of Morning Star Peak.

As for the skill to transform into a titan, it could only be used after the Steam Engine was fully repaired.

But a single Mechanical Core had significantly boosted Red Rabbit’s strength, making Gary Smith wish for the storm to come even more fiercely.

He might as well get all eight Mechanical Sects involved,

which would give him a legitimate reason to sweep through the Mechanism King’s Domain; yet a world full of evil people was ultimately unrealistic due to the diversity of human nature.

The key point was that Gary Smith couldn’t handle it.

He looked at the broken brass gear that had been devoured by Red Rabbit, on which hung a half-human body, dangling upside-down, yet still clinging to a breath of life.

It was the vessel for the Titan Crab, a human Mech.

Gary Smith had deliberately instructed Red Rabbit to spare it, to facilitate questioning for information.

So he said, "Tell me about the Teaching Sect behind you, and I can ensure your passing is painless."

"...The grace of the Great Mechanism... why did it lose to a mortal... is the shattered True Essence all a lie..."

The flesh vessel of the Titan Crab didn’t answer but mumbled to itself, and as its emotional state collapsed, its Spiritual Power completely uncontrolled, a multitude of cracks appeared on its white porcelain face, like a shattered mirror.

With a "snap."

The white porcelain crumbled, scattering on the ground and revealing a roughly thirty-year-old man’s face, disheveled and haggard.

When Joanne Jones saw him, she couldn’t help frowning, feeling as though she had seen him somewhere before.

The man’s eyes peered through the gaps in his disheveled hair, looking at Joanne Jones and Gary Smith, and slowly said:

"You shouldn’t have come..."

On hearing this, Joanne Jones felt an increasing sense of dissonance, and asked compulsively:

"Exactly who are you?"

"It turns out, you have already forgotten, but sadly, we have all become gears embedded in Destiny, unable to escape."

The man gave a wretched smile and said slowly:

"Let me reintroduce myself, my name is Qiull Russell, someone searching for wholeness within the broken..."

"Qiull Russell?"

The more Joanne Jones heard, the more familiar it felt, as if she had encountered this term somewhere. A stroke of enlightenment flashed through her brain, and she suddenly recalled a covert incident in Mechanism King’s Domain and exclaimed:

"Are you Qiull Russell who disappeared from the Steam Faction fifteen years ago?"

Fifteen years prior, a genius young top-level Mech from the seven Mechanical Factions, excluding the Old Machinery Association, had mysteriously disappeared in Order City.

The reasons remained unknown to this day!

Even with the Mecha Queen’s intervention, they could not trace their whereabouts, nor predict any information about them.

In the end, the incident was deemed a vile act committed by the Cult of Evil God.

As a result, Mechanism King’s Domain conducted a year-long operation to eliminate the Cult, hunting them so fiercely that they dare not show their faces on land or in the sky.

The genius who disappeared from the Steam Faction happened to be called...

Qiull Russell!

And now he had become the core of the Titan Crab Steam Engine!

It was hard to say that the two incidents were unrelated...

Being close in age, Joanne Jones had inquired her Grandfather about this event, but the old man remained silent, and then told her that he was also originally on the list of the missing.

However, he was saved by the Mechanical Core of the Old Machinery Association, at the cost of a severe illness, losing the Beast Master Space and related memories, and his body was no longer able to grow.

Thinking about this, Joanne Jones stared at him fiercely, demanding:

"What exactly happened back then?"

Qiull Russell’s gaze was complex as he looked up at the Old Mech Sky from his upside-down position:

"That day, the Great Mechanism descended!"

At this point, his eyes had a devout yet insane expression as he muttered:

"The gears of Destiny have already turned, the broken mechanisms will eventually return to wholeness. Return now, do not head towards the Order Main City District, for there lies... what?"

As he spoke, Qiull Russell’s gaze became confused, and the next moment, his eyeballs unnaturally bulged as if they had triggered some prohibition; his voice turned into the sound of gears that hadn’t been maintained for years, rough and hoarse.

Click! Click!

The gears forced to turn, like a blade scraping across glass, made his throat show cracks as well, and the next moment, his head exploded with them, blood and flesh mixed in chaos. Countless blood-stained gears fell from his neck, clinking as they hit the ground, with many rolling to the feet of Joanne Jones.

She watched the scene in a daze, her heart filled with fear but unable to move.

Because no matter how much she tried to think, she could not recall what had happened fifteen years ago?