My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1196 - 351: Void Creation Law! True King’s Scion Turns into a Pig! The Treasure of Promotion to the Radiant Moon_3

Chapter 1196: Chapter 351: Void Creation Law! True King’s Scion Turns into a Pig! The Treasure of Promotion to the Radiant Moon_3

"Why do all of you like to use such primitive provocation tactics? It’s just that you want me to detonate the Power of Calamity mark inside your body, isn’t it? Beg me, and I might just agree," Gary Smith’s voice rang out, making Nail’s smile stiffen.

However, his arrogant demeanor returned in a mere moment, as he sneered, "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Gary paid no attention to his denial because nothing could escape his eyes. Observing the label [Disaster Heart Demon Seed] that surfaced above, he clicked his tongue in amazement and said,

"To be able to control the invisible Power of Calamity, diminishing the luck of life, and beyond that, possessing the strength to obscure one’s mind, and abilities akin to those of Curse Charms—threefold methods, truly ingenious.

"By borrowing your body, a Spiritual System demon seed was incubated. Killing you will subject one to the influence of the triple strength, integrating into one’s soul, forcibly overlaying memories to create a personality, and seizing control of the body.

"Even if you survive and return, you will become fodder for the demon seed, turning into a special puppet... no, more accurately, a duplicate. This fellow’s scheme is quite ambitious, and the cost to amass such power is anything but ordinary."

Upon hearing this, Nail was utterly dumbfounded. He was only aware of the power of mutual destruction given to him by Your Highness, concealed within his body.

He had no idea that even if he managed to return alive, he couldn’t escape death.

Your Highness, how ruthless you are!

Gary looked at Nail, who was bewildered with dark and dull eyes, extended his hand, and conjured two Clown Poker Cards, casually tossing them onto his face, and said,

"You’ve racked your brains, but in the end, you’re just disposable to your master behind the scenes. Truly a clown, make sure you keep your ID card safe, don’t lose it."

"Ugh—"

The Plague Dove, still in shock from a pierced throat, wore a horrified expression, as if realizing something.

"Don’t be afraid, you all are," Gary’s calm voice sounded.

Not just Nail, but Azure, Plague Dove, and even the Crown Princess Consort Ellie of the Abyss-eyed Demon Tribe, they were all seeds of the Disaster Demon.

Gary finally understood why his first impression of this group was so offensive—it turned out their bodies were imbued with the Power of Calamity, silently wearing down his luck, making them detestable to all.

This invisible force of luck eroded one’s perception, clouded the mind, and made the Curse Charms operate. Unless one was an Ancient Giant from the Fate System or had an extremely keen sense, the average person couldn’t detect it at all.

Even if Gary chose not to kill them, it’s very likely that under the pull of bad luck, they would be killed by some genius from the Human Clan, thereby planting the seed.

With four seeds, as long as one successfully parasitized, it would become his duplicate. Since it involved a replacement of personality and the soul’s essence remained unchanged, it would be extremely difficult to detect.

It was akin to hammering a nail into the Human Clan.

"It seems this time the target is me," Gary mused, stroking his chin.

He was quite interested in this individual—ruthless and decisive, even willing to use his own woman as a pawn, which fit Gary’s stereotypical image of a strong Fate System practitioner.

But what race could possibly wield powers to alter Fate, cloud the mind, and convert all things into symbols?

He really wanted to meet this ’top level material’—oh no, this little cutie!

The ability of the Fate System, he coveted it too!

As these words were spoken, the Plague Dove’s body tensed, and Azure, who was "fainted" in the distance, abruptly rose, ignoring his bloodied and blurry body, with a look of despair in his eyes.

Even as dogs, are they not allowed to survive?

Are top-level races only fit to be fodder for the Royal Clan?

"Sigh..."

Ellie let out a faint sigh, unsurprised by this development, characteristic of the one in question, and spoke, "By saying this, you’re implying that you can’t kill us either."

Indeed!

Hope sparked in the hearts of the other three. They just had to return, plead with Your Highness to allow them to find someone else to take their place, and they could survive, couldn’t they?

"You’re right," Gary nodded, and in the hopeful gazes of the others, smiled and said, "However, I can choose to sell you to Joy Street. Three Alien Geniuses plus a Crown Princess Consort would be quite the draw.

"And since you carry the True King’s Demon Seed and also possess memories, it’s as if by selling you four, it would be like screwing him over four times. Round it up, and it’s like screwing the True King. I bet there would be many interested parties, and I should be able to fetch a good price..."

This guy is a devil!

Nail, Plague Dove, and Azure looked at Gary with faces filled with terror because if they were really sold to Joy Street, such things could actually happen.

Because behind Joy Street was the True King, and possibly the King of Elysium from the Human Clan. The face of Alien Races wouldn’t matter and wouldn’t warrant extradition treaties.

Rather, it would be heavily publicized, ensuring customer information confidentiality and likely leading to unending streams of clients.

A narrow path becoming a vast thoroughfare!

Just imagining that scenario was bone-chilling for them, and they wished they could just bash their heads and die, but were unable to move an inch due to the Endless Curse Lines controlling their bodies.

Little Spider watched the despair of the Alien Races, thinking of how they could earn Money for Master, and couldn’t help but smile gently, comforting them,

"Ying ying!"

Don’t worry, a lifetime passes quickly!

o(〃’▽’〃)o

Realizing the possibility, Ellie was equally horrified and looked at Gary, asking, "What exactly do you want?"

Since Gary was willing to talk so much with them, it indicated that there was still a chance for negotiation.

"I do like smart people!" Gary’s mouth curved into a smile, and he said softly, "I want a high ransom from each of your sub-races for your freedom. As for you, Miss Ellie, I want the Sacred Moon Crystals. Don’t tell me you don’t have them, after all, this is one of the most famous Treasures of your Abyss-eyed Demon Race."

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