My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1190 - 350 Chapter: Dominating the Borderland Invincible Hand! Heaven’s Secret Technique! The Ultimate Grand Demon of the Borderland

Chapter 1190: 350 Chapter: Dominating the Borderland Invincible Hand! Heaven’s Secret Technique! The Ultimate Grand Demon of the Borderland

Beholding that domineering figure, a deathly silence fell upon the surroundings of Abyss City, countless faces showing shocked expressions, especially those of most ordinary people; this marked the first time they discovered that they too were part of the Imperial Clan, despite having lived as beasts of burden for most of their lives.

It actually sounds... pretty nice!

Unaware for half a life, a beast of burden I be, in an instant an Imperial Clan member, esteemed through eternity.

"It’s just like you, Gary Smith; I could spend ten years trying to come up with that title and fail!"

"The Abyss Royal family means jack squat, we skipped right over royalty and went straight to the Imperial Clan! (dog head)"

"According to that logic, isn’t everyone a future Alliance successor, wouldn’t we all be young masters of the Imperial Clan?"

"Are you also the one who raises the banner high for the myriad commoners of the Dark Star Region, a child of the Alliance? Can you also slaughter the Cult of Evil God and casually bury an Alien Genius?"

"...I cannot."

"Then keep a low profile to avoid getting sneak attacked. This world still operates on the principle of strength. However, if any other family prodigy said those words, I might be annoyed, but coming from Gary Smith, I feel a sense of satisfaction as if I’ve watched a character I’ve nurtured grow up."

"Now that’s a real breath of fresh air, even the Royal Clan doesn’t dare to intrude into the Human Race Territory, those top-tier races groveling before the Royal Clan count for nothing!"

"Border Emperor? No, it’s Grand Boss manning the barricades."

"..."

Abyss City erupted into cheers.

Blocked at their doors for the past few days, they had all been stifling their anger, and coupled with the natural enmity and hatred towards the Alien Race brought on by years of constant battles, their animosity had reached a boiling point.

Even if Gary Smith had returned and successfully entered the Dark Circus, for most people, there was still a feeling of dissatisfaction.

Why should they play by their rules?

Nobody expected that upon his arrival, he would have the Alien Races who were acting arrogantly at the gates of Abyss City begging for mercy, making everyone realize...

We are the Overlord Race!

A bunch of trifling top-tier creatures from other races, what right do they have to show off in front of us?

If Gary Smith only manages a draw later, they won’t blame him and would even protect their own kid proactively.

"This kid, he’s really getting bolder and bolder!"

Leo Thompson watched Gary Smith’s retreating figure, shaking his head while feeling proud at heart.

Charles Brown didn’t accomplish much in his lifetime, but in the end, he became a hero, single-handedly holding back the enemy.

Besides that, he produced a top-tier evil spirit.

If he were in the Netherworld, he would probably feel gratified too.

At the top of the High Tower, Silas Davidson quietly sipped his coffee, feeling the presence of the White Fox silhouette behind him. As he looked through the floor-to-ceiling window, he remarked, "Youth is truly blissful!"

The White Fox tilted its head, somewhat puzzled.

"Chirp?"

Aren’t you and Gary Smith both kids?

Silas Davidson’s face stiffened, nearly forgetting that the one beside him was an antique and hurriedly changed the subject, "What I meant is that if I were younger, I would’ve gone down there and fought too. ’Imperial Clan’s Silas Davidson’ does have a nice ring to it."

Kids fighting won’t face consequences.

But he was now an adult; bullying kids could easily lead to complaints, summoning their parents, and a slip-up might result in a salary deduction, which would mean not being able to afford this year’s latest coffee blend.

As for working?

That’s out of the question; scrounging for subsidies, drinking coffee, and waiting for the end are his lifelong pursuits.

Outside Abyss City,

"..."

Four alien geniuses’ pupils shook, aware that Gary Smith was audacious, but not expecting such arrogance.

Even Your Highnesses of the Royal Clan wouldn’t act so arrogantly, even they would defer to the wise.

This guy, has he no fear of death?

"Somewhat interesting," the Plague Dove’s laugh was sinister, its body emitting sharp insect-like chirping, eyes roiling with a murderous intent.

"Foolish!" Azure sneered, looking at Gary Smith as if he were an idiot.

Ellie remained silent, finding it all a bit tedious, and inwardly thought,

’Is the Human Race... all this arrogant and stupid?’

Without sufficient strength, what’s the point in talking big?

’What a load of crap about the Imperial Clan.’

The locust-like creature cursed internally, but considering their still within the territory of the Human Clan and for the sake of their plans, they were reluctant to break off relations for the moment, and with a heavy voice said, "Gary Smith, is this the courtesy of the Human Clan for their guests?"

"The premise has to be a guest..." Gary Smith shook his head and spoke indifferently, "not a bunch of bottom-tier races, strutting around at the gates of our Human City."

"Gary Smith!"

The voice of the locust-like creature deepened, struggling to restrain the raging fury within. Its visage warped beneath the clown mask as a formidable aura burst forth.

If they couldn’t communicate openly, then it’s time to let strength do the talking!

Whooshing!

Scores of Silver Chains were yanked, enslavement runes glimmering, revealing a Golden Carriage pulled by Alien Race girls.

Apart from that,

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Within the Dark Circus, powerful figures emerged, including the Moonlight Rabbit People with their silver-white manes and rabbit ears, muscle-bound bodies, the Phantom Cat People who merged with shadows, along with a multitude of Alien Race warriors.

Pierced by Silver Chains, their rationality completely twisted by prolonged mental slavery and lashings, their bloodshot eyes filled with nothing but violent, murderous thoughts, fixated on Gary Smith.

Killing intent and oppressive might erupted together, locking onto him, causing the very air to freeze.

"You still have a chance to bow your head now, after all, we have come to exchange with the Human Clan with good intentions..."

The locust-like creature toying with the chains spoke calmly. It wasn’t really looking to back down but rather was afraid of being ambushed by the Human Clan and buried at the border.

The other three Alien Geniuses maintained silence,

"Ah, it really is easy to become soft-hearted with age." Gary Smith looked down upon him, his gaze filled with pity, "Last countdown from three, three... two..."