My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1223 - 358: The Sacred Gate of the Sun! Epic Enhancement for Paper Knight! The Surprise of Geniuses

Chapter 1223: Chapter 358: The Sacred Gate of the Sun! Epic Enhancement for Paper Knight! The Surprise of Geniuses

The once lifeless Border Outer Regions were now teeming with undercurrents due to Gary Smith’s meddling, drawing the attention of numerous big shots.

Some were indifferent... some were disdainful... some were resentful... and some found it amusing...

Regardless, before the start of the Multiracial Platform competition, Gary Smith was the most talked about, the brightest star in the Border Outer Regions; there was no competition.

In fact, Gary Smith did not want to be so high-profile; he preferred to be low-key and only emerge at critical moments.

When he witnessed the Cult of the Evil God’s ambush, and after ensuring that no members of the Cyan Ridge Giant Battle Brigade were in danger, he initially didn’t bother to intervene. He even considered fishing in troubled waters to disguise his own movements.

After all, he had already sent numerous Mouse Incarnations as scouts to blend in with the crowd and gather ample intelligence, informing Gary Smith that any individual adventurers entering or leaving the Outer Regions had to pay one hundred thousand in Money as an entrance fee.

Even if you just walked over and back, you still had to pay.

If it were a caravan, they also had to pay taxes based on the type of goods they carried, and the rates were not low.

This was the largest source of fiscal revenue for the Border Alliance. It was precisely by taking a big cut from the Super Beings that the taxes on Borderland residents remained low, ensuring their quality of life.

In the Dark Star Region, although they would not overtly exploit, every industry in the City and many Secret Realms were monopolized by the Star Clan, with the cost directly factored into the cost of living.

Other Great Domains employed similar tactics.

This was also why even members of the Cult of Evil God were trying to take advantage of the situation; a single smuggling operation could yield profits from several hundreds of thousands to millions, enough to purchase more powerful Pet beast cubs.

Gary Smith had no particular objections to this, as someone always needed to rally the strength of a group for infrastructure development, providing they didn’t take Money and do nothing with it.

But... the news from the Mouse Incarnations mentioned that, aside from the dangerous Secret Realms, there were numerous criminal forces establishing their own turfs in the Outer Regions, such as the City of No Light, Dark River, Elemental Forest, etc., all of which took turns extorting Money.

Adventurers who wandered in by mistake would be skinned, some of them even controlled by Giant Level forces, leaving them no chance of resistance.

These evildoers were able to exist for so long not only because of their formidable strength and quick escape tactics but also because of their entangled backgrounds. Not all of them were supported by Alien Races from Across the Abyss; some were involved in grey industry chains concocted by certain individuals within the Alliance Interior.

Bad people exist everywhere; that’s human nature, even in a Fairy Tale World not everyone is good.

Gary Smith would not allow the actions of a few to discredit the efforts of the majority.

But he couldn’t stand it... these Scum dared to covet the Money of even him, a major philanthropist. It was unbearable and against all reason.

He could fight his way through, but he was likely to face some resistance from within, easy targets for a backstabbing that would slow him down.

Instead of wasting time wrestling with them in intelligence and dirty tricks, Gary Smith chose to flip the table.

These caravans thought they were paying for protection, but in fact, they were held hostage by Gary Smith, using the safety of highly influential Merchant Association fleets to attract the Alliance’s attention and prevent certain big rats from making a move.

That also saved him one hundred thousand in Money for the entry fee!

And for that, these people sold into this predicament owed him gratitude!

"A bunch of incompetents resting on their laurels..." Gary Smith, sitting atop Red Rabbit, condemned righteously.

Mousie, beside him, chimed in, "When we become stronger, we should establish our own turf and make them pay us protection fees."

"What are you talking about? We’re not Villains. We’re just providing safety services and getting a little bit of compensation in return; this falls under the security services remuneration ordinance," Gary Smith corrected Mousie’s statement. Legitimacy was very important for the same matter.

Mousie seemed thoughtful, suddenly enlightened.

According to this, it too could figure out how to offer special services to the Mouse Incarnations and then collect back its Salary, creating a perfect economic loop.

Wouldn’t this solve the financial crisis of the Mouse Bank?

And even turn a profit!

"Cultivators are indeed my wise mentors!"

With his fame spreading, the number of Merchant Association fleets following Gary Smith continued to grow. The vast fleet plodded across plains, over hills, across rivers.

In the beginning, they encountered many greenhorns seeking death, but later, the sightings of Alien Races and Demons became increasingly scarce, and they started fleeing hundreds of miles away.

Several criminal forces that had established their own strongholds had vacated their posts long ago, leaving no opportunity for Gary Smith to shear their Wool!

"What a pity!"

Gary Smith felt regretful; the Staff of the Dust-Stepper had only collected ten thousand Souls, fifty thousand short of his goal. He would have to wait for the battle to begin to find more opportunities.

As for storming those Secret Realms to collect Souls?

Firstly, the Alliance was not a babysitter and couldn’t be expected to cover for him at all times, not to mention these places were effectively parts of the Border Battlefield.

The Border Battlefield, as most people understand it, is an open field beside the Abyss, where troops charge forward and engage in a frenetic slaughter with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Whose soldiers aren’t human? Seeing such carnage and bones strewn about would break their morale in half first.

The real Border Battlefield, although it has places for head-on assaults, belongs to the edges of the Great Abyss during full-scale warfare.

Beyond this, Alien Races and Machine God followers hide in the endless terrain, exploiting their Racial Talents to use forests, mountains, and ground in countless Secret Realms for cover and to stealthily enter Secret Realms, deceiving and domesticating Servants of these realms, ready to act as inside agents at any moment.

The Human Clan also launches assaults and ambushes, learning tactics to infiltrate lands across the Abyss, colliding with different tactics and plotting various schemes.

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