My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1177 - 346: Sorting Out the Spoils! The Thousand-Faced World Tree! The Multiracial Hegemony Battle! The Birth of a New Divine Waste_3

Chapter 1177: Chapter 346: Sorting Out the Spoils! The Thousand-Faced World Tree! The Multiracial Hegemony Battle! The Birth of a New Divine Waste_3

But with the Emperor Tree comes both success and failure.

The Thousand-faced Soul Tree had reached a bottleneck, and the only way to advance further was to devour the descendants of other Emperor Trees to complete its origin.

Madam ’The World’ had seen this, but she didn’t say much, not out of a desire to conceal the truth, but because she felt Gary Smith was unlikely to collect all the descendants of the Emperor Trees. Informing him would only cause unnecessary worry.

Because it wasn’t just a matter of strength, but high-dimensional beings interfered. Delving too deeply in the search would lead to errors or destruction.

Therefore, after pondering, Madam ’The World’ bestowed upon Mousie a strand of the World Tree’s Origin Spirituality.

This directly caused the Thousand-faced Soul Tree to grow more than twice its size. Although it didn’t breakthrough the limit, it now possessed the ability to perceive different worlds.

This was someone’s private intention, to remind Gary Smith not to forget the search for worlds.

Although it didn’t reach the effect of the Spirit Mechanism Master, it would make it easier for Mousie to find masterless worlds in the Mother River.

Just finding one or two would provide an enormous amount of resources.

The second item was the only missing eighth Mechanical Core of the Earth’s Splendor Crown, an imitation of the Mech Angel’s Soul.

However, handcrafted by the True King, the specific effects weren’t much different from the genuine article, likewise possessing the power of legends. In a sense, it was actually a dependent and child of the Mechanism Angel.

Therefore, when the Mechanism Angel gave it to Gary Smith, had it not restrained its strength, its gaze could have crushed the man countless times.

Having been "aborted," and now to re-create a child and give it to him!

Slightly alter the name and summarize the process when telling others, and those unaware might think this woman had gone insane due to a scumbag man’s kfc.

The third was that the cost of creating Red Rabbit, eighty million, was waived, but the bad news was... the several hundred million mentioned by ’Miss World’ previously are gone, turned into Divinity contained within the Hand of the Mechanic God!

This material was beyond valuation by money, a top-tier resource that even true kings would probably want to buy for a hundred billion.

But since the King of Order needed it to structure the Eco-kingdom, he only gave Gary Smith half.

Even so, it was much more concentrated than the Divinity contained within the ordinary dependents of the Superior Beings’ Evil Gods, meeting the conditions for ranch grazing.

As for the pampering fed by the Richwoman, Gary Smith naturally accepted it happily.

He threw it all into the Ranch for digestion, and by now, it had succeeded in grazing, extending its coverage by a fifth and repairing half of the damage from entering the Rancher Form previously.

The remaining half led to a loss of a hundred million souls, causing Gary Smith so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

He felt the love from the Poor God!

Fortunately, the Ranch had given birth to new Divine Beasts and two brass light balls.

The fourth Divine Beast was named "Broken Gear." It resembled a two-meter in diameter broken Brass Gear, covered with plenty of copper rust and black Shimmering Oil. In the center of the gear were a pair of silver eyes filled with mechanical rationality.

But a closer look would reveal that it was actually a precise device assembled from countless tiny gears and silver silk threads, constantly rotating, emitting sounds like a clockwork.

A process of combining and then breaking apart.

But Gary Smith also knew this wasn’t its true form; only by bringing the Ranch to the present world would it show its true form as a Kindred of the Evil God of the Higher Realm.

Clack, clack, clack!

This being seemed too rational. Once it realized it was being pastured and couldn’t decode this land, it started eating the Metal Forage transformed by Mech Souls, not needing Pursue the Day to prompt it.

Although it didn’t have a mouth, it disintegrated and absorbed the forage directly through the countless gears in its body, sparking many sparks, similar to the process of welding.

It began to nurture its own publications.

"Woof, woof!"

Pursue the Day, witnessing this, looked slightly disappointed. It had been a long time since he had shown his usefulness in front of his Master.

It was yearning to progress!

Soon, however, that worry turned into surprise.

"Clack, clack, clack!"

"Broken Gear" lay prostrate on the ground, humbly acknowledging that Pursue the Day had worked hard as the Ranch’s deputy, and could offer only minor assistance. For instance, it could help supervise the rest of the divine waste, enhance efficiency through data analytics, and produce more goods for the Ranch Master, and so on.

"Clack, clack, clack!"

Seeing Pursue the Day still hesitant, it continued to promote its usefulness, like how it could process ordinary forage into refined feed through its constantly rotating body, increasing the efficiency of rearing,

Despite the mechanical coldness in its voice, its eager-to-please eyes... were unwaveringly determined!

"Woof!"

This left Pursue the Day in shock; it was even more dog-like than it was...

Potential!

"Baaahh!!"

"Moo!!"

The Black Goat and the Bull of the Moon were initially grazing on the edge of the Ranch, taking pleasure in the newcomer’s misfortune, secretly making fun of the new unlucky fellow.

But in the blink of an eye, they had become the clowns!

This bushy-browed big-eyed fellow had turned traitor first and now wanted to become their overseer.

Before they could protest, they were already smacked into the ground by Pursue the Day’s paws and were forcefully fed the new refined feed.

As for the Great Mother, she blankly stared at the Sky, mumbling privately, already numbed to everything. As she witnessed the continuous transformation of the Ranch, her faith in the Month of Fertility began to waver...

"Clack, clack, clack!"

Broken Gear carefully recorded data, optimized the feeding patterns, and produced charts and PPTs. It looked like a boss’s trusted aide.

"... Gulp... Quack..."