My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 125 - 88: Mousie’s Evolutionary Secret Food! The Potential of Mythical Creatures! (Subscription and monthly ticket requested)

Chapter 125: Chapter 88: Mousie’s Evolutionary Secret Food! The Potential of Mythical Creatures! (Subscription and monthly ticket requested)

Within the secret realm of the Wild Ant Tomb, apart from the Bloody Gobi, there are several areas - the barren, yellow sand, the ghostly rock forest, the ant tower plain and a swamp.

The last one sounds peculiar, how could there be a swamp in the desert? However, it exists because it connects to another secret realm, the Tidal Forest, rich with many trees and abundant water resources. Due to the substantial height difference in the terrain, a large amount of water cascades down forming waterfalls, endlessly reaching the Wild Ant Tomb secret realm.

But because of the limited water flow, it can’t change the entire desert terrain and over time, it has turned part of the area into a swamp, inhabited by many pet beasts fond of the muddy and damp environment.

The most famous among them is a low-level ecological fish species called the Marsh Three-legged Fish. It has only a low-grade servant’s strength, its appearance is mucky, but its flesh is extraordinarily delicious, without the slightest smell of muddiness. However, it’s hard to find because it lurks in the mud for long periods, making it one of the finest ingredients.

Most regions have similar features, for instance, the Sand Ear Fox, the Boxing Cactus, etc. forming a complete ecosystem. The Ghostly Rock Forest on the brink of the Bloody Gobi Beach has desert stalagmites. Although not expensive, they add up to a decent income if they’re in abundance.

Usually, many people come to dig for stalagmites, but due to the initiation of the late-night and limb demon sacrifice ceremony, any person with a sensible mind wouldn’t come to dig for them.

Therefore, Gary Smith hid his motorcycle inside it to prevent others from discovering it. He even had Little Spider and Mousie dig a giant pit to bury it in, filling it up with yellow sand. He also placed some hay over it as a disguise.

However...

Gary Smith looked at the empty giant pit on the ground, falling into silence along with Mousie and Little Spider.

How did he just take a cameo, disguised as a vest, and even his motorcycle got stolen?

In the realm of beast control, why would there be such horrifying talents for finding power batteries?

Even things buried underground can be dug up. If they have such ability, why not find the dragon’s share of gold?

Oh, he remembered, in this world, grave digging seemed to be a high-risk occupation, especially the profession of historian, almost directly linked with the funeral home, they couldn’t even attend all the banquets.

Therefore, even with higher welfare, no one would go. They’ve been struggling to fill in the new student intake for many years. Serena Martin, his senior sister, was the only historian he had ever met.

"Master, is our vehicle just gone like that..."

Mousie, already wearing the Spider Silk Helmet, turned to ask Gary Smith, with teary eyes.

Ever since the Black Scale Model 3 helped it achieve its first ever kill, it had seen it as its own future battlefield mount, a comrade, even inspired by the stories told by the master, it wanted to name it Red Rabbit.

However...

The Emperor Mouse’s startup got half-way and then his vehicle was stolen!

Little Spider’s silver hair was tied into a ponytail, combined with a black blindfold, giving it an imposing look.

A hint of concern surfaced on its delicate face, as it looked at Gary Smith, because it knew that this vehicle had a different meaning to its master.

With this thought, it jumped into the void, stretched out its hand to hold the master’s finger, gently rubbed its flawless cheek and softly said,

"Ying!"

Don’t be sad, I will work hard to earn money and buy another one for master! ୧꒰•̀ᴗ•́꒱୨

Mousie also came to its senses and knew that though "Red Rabbit" was important to it, it was the last gift from master’s parents.

Although Mousie had forgotten the looks of its parents, being lonely, it missed them.

With this thought, Mousie also patted the master’s shoulder, and through psychic perception, said:

"Master, Mousie doesn’t need potato chips anymore, let’s save it to buy a new Big One, preferably the large truck type, to crush these villains!"

Having said that, Mousie hummed and swung a set of its little claws, as if it wanted to kill the vehicle thief through the air.

Gary Smith came to his senses, listened to the comfort, and his heart warmed, patting the heads of the two little ones, remaining silent.

Though the Black Scale Model 3 was the last gift from his parents, the most precious thing had long been in his heart and wouldn’t be that easily affected.

But being indifferent is one thing,

Good gentleman Gary got something stolen, he was rather upset!

While he was in a trance, he was actually searching for clues all along, only to discover that there were no traces of human or demon footprints near the pit where the vehicle was buried.

Looks like a professional!

Gary Smith made a judgment in his heart, searched for a long time, but found no clues. The only hint was a ready-to-weave, chaotic network of dark red paths.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with this or rather, any adventurer who has come to the Wild Ant Tomb secret realm would know of this common knowledge. It was the trace left behind after the passage of the Red Fire Ants.

The Red Fire Ants are labourers at the lowest level of this secret realm carrying all sorts of things: the corpses of living creatures, scales, dropped fruits, everything that can be eaten, and brought back to the mother nest to feed the Ant Queen. As such, these traces, akin to the yellow sand, are dispersed all over the Wild Ant Tomb desert.

Hold on, Red Fire Ants!

Gary Smith squinted his eyes, suddenly remembering something.

The reason behind the name of the Bloody Gobi Beach has been mentioned before. It’s not because it was dyed red with fresh blood, but because it was close to the largest Red Fire Ant Nest. Day and night, countless food-seeking red fire ants passing by stained this area a dark red over time.