My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1247 - 363: The Throne of Blind Foolishness! Reducing the Wisdom of All Beings! Paper Knight Evolution Material

Chapter 1247: Chapter 363: The Throne of Blind Foolishness! Reducing the Wisdom of All Beings! Paper Knight Evolution Material

In the face of the Grace bestowed by the Main World, even the Solar Relic fell into a peculiar silence.

Whether it was the Alien Races, Demons, or the Human Clan, all eyes were focused on the multiracial monument where the black flames danced non-stop, performing a doomsday dance and exuding a strange, seasonal aura.

Especially for the Alien Races, not only were they crushed by Gary Smith, but they were also turned into nourishment for the opponent’s strength, which was incredibly stifling.

Evelyn Walker watched this scene unfold, and since Gary Smith’s arrival, the entire future had been altered; the plot she knew so well had been twisted beyond recognition, robbing her of her prophetic abilities. But...

It was this very uncertainty,

that made her even more excited, whispering to herself, "Only an out-of-control destiny is truly interesting!"

Behind her, countless deep azure eyes stared at that figure, filled with a sickly yearning.

"World-class Treasure!"

The many members of the Royal Clan were even greedier, for World-class Treasures were rare commodities for them, items not even a True King could guarantee one per person.

However, no one made a move to snatch it, not to mention that human cultivators would not stand by and watch, and aside from the True King, no one could shatter the connection to the Relic at the Sun Crown Dueling Field.

An impulsive attempt would only be embarrassing!

They were not worried about Gary Smith obtaining the Treasure and becoming stronger, although he was no flea, he was just a locust armed to the teeth, not enough to bring about a qualitative change.

They claimed that as long as they were given a chance to enter the battlefield, they could easily crush him and take everything!

After all, a World-class Treasure wasn’t exclusive equipment, it had no restrictions on Spiritual Power compatibility, and anyone could use it upon acquisition.

"Why does the World favor this guy so much!" the Heart-stealing Locust Clan Leader said, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. Every success of Gary Smith felt like a trampling on his dignity.

The Golden Winged Giant remained silent, witnessing Gary Smith’s growth rate, a sensation known as "fear" began to sprout in his heart.

Facing such a monster, the Golden Winged Race might become like the mere supporting characters that offended some legendary figures during their rise, then got crushed, and reduced to historical ashes.

"No... This future absolutely will not do!" The Golden Winged Person’s gaze turned cold, already pondering how to eradicate the dangerous seed that was Gary Smith.

Even though the opponent was not a Giant yet, he was already taken seriously.

Within the Years Catastrophe Palace, misfortune tentacles were writhing, plunging into a strange silence, the figure inside pondering over something...

On the Sun Crown Dueling Field,

"Who said that a spectacle could ruin a country? This is clearly a sign of managing a family well!"

Gary Smith didn’t mind the gaze of the others; a pleasant surprise filled his heart, he hadn’t expected that the Paper Knight’s casually crafted spectacle would gain recognition from the Main World.

This guy has real talent as an artist, something to be deeply cultivated in the future!

Still, Gary Smith felt a bit of regret. Why didn’t the consciousness of The World mention the Grace earlier? If he had known about the visit in advance, he would have definitely dressed up smartly...

Like gathering a few hundred more Alien Race skulls to maximize his achievement!

This made the score-obsessed very uncomfortable!

Hum!

The Grace from the Main World lasted a full ten minutes before dissipating, the multiracial monument was no longer in sight, replaced by a brand new World-class Treasure, which appeared in front of Gary Smith.

It had transformed into a black Throne!

It floated quietly in the air, its overall appearance resembling something forged from bronze, its surface etched with mysterious black patterns as if weathered through the ages.

The other parts were also writhing irregularly, as if they were made of a mass of blood and bones constituting living skin, yet in the blink of an eye, everything would disappear, leaving only the mysterious Throne as the eternal survivor.

At the seat’s head, there was a mysterious eye wrapped in countless black flaming tentacles, tightly shut but still spreading endless Black Fog from its core, intertwining to form a mass of fog like flesh.

Within it, numerous mysterious and bizarre runes flickered, constantly changing, and through the gaps in the patterns, one could see writhing, distorted, phantom human figures desperately struggling to burst out, unable to break free from their bonds.

"This is..."

Many of the Alien Races’ eyes widened, pupils shaking, for within they saw many familiar figures.

The Heavenly Dusk Wood Human Tribe... the Spirit Power Demon Priest’s... the Feathered Gold Saint... and many more Alien Races crushed by Gary Smith...

All of them were confined there, seemingly still retaining their consciousness, struggling to escape, but were soon dragged back by countless black flaming tentacles, letting out terrifying screams.

"Drip, drip, drip—"

But it was just a moment, as a mysterious flute sound arose, the screams quickly turned into confused whimpers, gathering at the edge of the clock face, forming vague, transparent, intangible dancers who seemed to be trying hard to open their eyes, revealing their bewildered and chaotic gaze, watching all things.

There was no malice, only Emptiness and Chaos!

To describe it... It couldn’t simply be captured by the notions of beauty and ugliness; rather, it exuded a mysterious dignity and a weirdness that transcended life itself.

The mysterious Throne slowly descended, floating in front of Gary Smith, with many fiery and mist-like tentacles wrapping around his body.

"Ying!" "Roar!" "Cultivator!"

Little Spider and many other Pet Beasts, seeing this scene, feared there might be a problem and instinctively tried to stop it, but Gary Smith intercepted them with mental telepathy.

He could feel a sense of closeness emanating from the Throne’s Spiritual Power, devoid of malice, and thus allowed it to wrap him upon the Throne.