My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1305 - 377: Gary Smith’s Promotion! Stand up and stamp fiercely! Old Gods Eco-realm! Creating new Secret Food

Chapter 1305: Chapter 377: Gary Smith’s Promotion! Stand up and stamp fiercely! Old Gods Eco-realm! Creating new Secret Food

Just so you know, as the Uncrowned King in the Multiracial Platform Competition, Gary Smith attracted attention not only from his opponents but even his own allies watched his every move.

If anything went wrong, both the Supreme Council and the Alliance would blame him.

Even though the Star Phoenix Ancestor and many heads of the Star Clan despised him enough to wish him dead, they had no choice but to hold their noses and act as his bodyguards.

Gary’s security level was arguably the highest within the Alliance, surpassing even that of the Alliance Headquarters President.

This is what it meant to have backing within the system; leaning on a big tree for shade.

Normally, it was no issue; the more others were displeased, the more thrilled Gary became.

But now...

Since his ex-brother-in-law had collected all the Evolution Materials for the Paper Knight, Gary began to feel an itch, as entering the Relic also required some preparation of bottom cards.

He was also curious about to what extent the Paper Knight, born from the fantasies of the offspring of two Ecological Lords, could transform.

He had initially been troubled about how to shake off these guys, guessing they’d even help him in the restroom, but then...

The Thorn Saintess showed up at his door herself!

So, Gary took the opportunity to interact with her and managed to slip away from the watchful eyes of many giants, rightfully expanding the Dark Sky and shielding all perceptions with "Protector of Destiny".

Not to mention the Ancient Giants, even the Ecological Lords couldn’t see inside unless they shattered it.

What do you think Gary was doing?

Of course, he was doing what he loved!

"Young people are just so full of energy!"

Watching Gary depart, many Human Clan giants showed a knowing look and lamented that Gary was too naïve for seeking out the Thorn Saintess. Whatever pleasure he had now, he would have to pay back later.

The Alien Race and the Demon Faction felt uncomfortable.

Their least favorite individuals had gotten together; if they produced an even more annoying offspring, that would be even worse.

The gaze of the Heart-stealing Locust Clan Leader was cold; indeed, he had no way to deal with Gary.

Meanwhile, to prevent certain bored True Kings from casting their gaze his way, Gary decided to go into the Void to prepare Skill Secret Food.

So first, he tossed the Saintess through the gateway to the Void; although no one was likely to cause trouble, he still instructed Little Spider, the Paper Knight, Eggy, and Red Rabbit to stand guard outside and notify him if anything happened.

"Seems like I’ve forgotten someone... oh well, probably not important."

Gary muttered to himself, stepped into the Void, and then was warmly welcomed by the Saintess.

A welcoming challenge!

Just using this to test the officers, huh?

At that moment, a furry head suddenly popped out of his pocket; it was Mousie.

Curiously using Psychic Perception, it asked, "Cultivator, what is she doing? Is this ’luring the lord into the urn’?"

God damn "luring the lord into the urn"!

This clever hamster was now even using idioms, concise yet evocative.

An urn typically referred to a type of porcelain with a small mouth and a large belly, and the Thorn Saintess’s body, rid of impurities by the Thorn Ring, continuously developed into a form suitable for breeding.

This was not just a matter of being fat; it meant slim where it should be slim and fleshy where it should be fleshy, coupled with targeted training, the prominent curves of the hips made her look like a fine piece of porcelain.

Also, because of its craftsmanship, such porcelain was quite resilient, bouncing and absorbing shock when thrown to the ground, with strong water retention suitable for flower arranging—an uncommon artwork.

Not bad for rearing fish or tortoises either...

’Cough cough, I’m certainly not a turtle in a jar.’

Gary coughed lightly and suddenly realized, looking into his pocket at Mousie, and asked through Psychic Perception:

"When did you get into my pocket?"

This hamster, ever since it had acquired True Words, seemed to be fading into the background, and he had overlooked it several times.

If things continued this way, it might soon become part of a ’neglected series.’

"I’ve been here all along, and you didn’t even respond the few times I tried to speak to you," Mousie protested unhappily, feeling that the Cultivator was becoming less and less attentive towards him.

Just as expected, once a man gets what he wants, he no longer cherishes it!

Thinking this, Mousie crossed its arms and turned its head away in a huff.

Not talking, just sulking to show the Cultivator!

This time it won’t settle for less than fifty bags—oh no, a hundred bags of potato chips,

it won’t be easily mollified!

Then, it was seized by the scruff of its neck by Gary, who opened a small hole in the Void and threw it out, causing it to slide across the ground...

rolling a few times!

"Heartless Cultivator!!"

Mousie cursed as it got up, brushing off the dust, originally planning to complain to Sister Spider, but the moment it raised its head, its pupils shrank in fear and it got goosebumps all over.

"This... this..."

The world in Mousie’s eyes was very dim.

Little Spider stood still, her blindfold flapping without wind, as behind her, the Domain of the Virtual Weaving Sky under the "Animal Rule" operated, forcibly knitting a special domain.

Above her head, emerged a twisted shadow of chaos with numerous spider legs stretching out, continuously extracting black mist from her body to process into material for silk threads, endlessly intertwining and weaving.

Whether it was the Paper Knight, Eggy, or Red Rabbit, all had quietly distanced themselves, not wanting to provoke her anger.

"This version of Sister Spider is so terrifying!!"

Mousie shivered, feeling the strong negative emotions contained within, including jealousy, greed, and anger among others...

So it decisively lay down, then swiftly rolled away, but was caught midway by a stretching Eggy and flung away with a swat of a paw.

Little Spider didn’t speak, merely silently watching the coordinates of the Void from which her master had left; she also didn’t know...