My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 164 - 98: Little Spider’s Nightmare Evolution! Silverflame Heaven’s Realm! (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Subscriptions) _3

Chapter 164: Chapter 98: Little Spider’s Nightmare Evolution! Silverflame Heaven’s Realm! (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Subscriptions) _3

The metamorphosis of the Dream World was complete, and the little spider emerged as well. Though its appearance hadn’t changed much, its dress had transformed into a black-red Gothic Lolita gown. Coiled around its silver hair was a headband woven from strands of red Nightmare Silk, granting it an air of mystique. Silver flames, forming wings, materialized behind it.

Combined with its original divine demeanor, it emanated the aura of an angel from the ethereal ancient Dreamlands of legends.

Gary Smith activated the Eye of Truth, examining the infinite information panel of the little spider.

[Void Dream-Eroding Spider]

[Species Potential: Low-Level Monarch]

[Strength: Elite Initial Stage Peak]

[Skills: Nightmare Prison, Illusions, Void Blessing, Void Beam...]

Since it was simply a minor evolution that stemmed from a fusion with the source of Nightmare, the species name remained unchanged, and no new skills were added.

However, the racial skill, Dream Prison, evolved directly into Nightmare Prison or Silver Flame Dream Prison. Both ’Nightmare’ and ’Flame’ imply Nightmare’s Fire.

[Nightmare Prison: Super-tier High-rank, it can merge beautiful dreams with nightmares, weaving unique Dream Silks that induce and amplify fears in opponents, intruding their minds. Those with weak wills can be forcefully dragged into nightmares.

With it, you can construct a barrier of Silver Flame Spider Silk, which burns dreams and Dream Beasts, by building a Silver Flame Dream Prison. It can ward off any invasive mental attacks.

Once a creature enters the prison, its soul will be scorched and suppressed by the silver flames. It grows endlessly by devouring beautiful dreams, nightmares, and fear.

The damage suffered in the Nightmare Prison will partially reflect onto the physical body in reality. The stronger the individual, the greater the feedback. It can also infiltrate and corrupt others’ dreamlands through the accompanying Sea of Nightmares.

When the Nightmare Prison is strong enough, it can forcefully erode a part of the real world territory, casting out a projection area for creatures to endure the torment of nightmares, thus suppressing opponents.]

Though it is still a super-tier skill, it has upgraded from a super-tier lower-rank to a high-rank skill. The defensive capabilities have transformed from mere Dream Strings into Silver Flames and a Nightmare Lake, boosting defense over tenfold.

Meanwhile, the attack capabilities now encompass the power of nightmare and Nightmare’s Fire, which burns Dreamlands. It has become significantly lethal against Dream Beasts.

At this moment, the little spider perfectly combines the advantages of a Dream Beast and a Nightmare. It can devastate and devour opponents while building its own Dreamland, without any consideration for fairness. It even evolved a power to erode the real world.

If the [Nightmare Prison] is potent enough, it could even erode a projection area in the real world to suppress opponents.

Isn’t that equivalent to a de facto domain?

Apart from that, isn’t the fact that being wounded in the Dream World can feedback to reality akin to the training effects being reflected as well?

Though it starts off as a small part, with the continuous growth of Nightmare Prison, it eventually could reflect 100% and even multiple times the damage onto the physical body.

It essentially serves as an accelerated training camp, not only improving skill proficiency but also contributing to partial physical enhancement.

Despite seeming insignificant, it could also reduce injury levels for some dangerous self-harm skills, right?

"If we could find a powerful ability able to convert between the dreamland and reality, then we’d have perfectly constructed the trinity of the little spider. We could easily achieve the dream honors of the Dream Eater Sect..."

Gary Smith muttered in his mind, recalling the core mission of the Dream Eater Cult.

[To bring about the eternal Dreamland Paradise, replacing reality, returning all things to Dreamland, and ascending to the eternal horizon!]

If it came to that, deeming the little spider as the eternal master of Dreamland would not be far from the truth.

That’s a great title – it’s mine now!

"Ying Ying!"

The little spider also felt the vast changes within its body and showed an expression of delight.

The stronger it was, the better it could protect its master.

Gary Smith also breathed a sigh of relief. Though it hadn’t achieved perfect evolution, the potential of the little spider had at least increased by a notch, elevating the species’ potential to being a Low-Level Monarch straightaway.

Overlord, Monarch; they differ by a single word, but their strength differs vastly.

The latter has the qualifications to rule over a realm.

Embracing the power of Nightmare, the combat abilities of the little spider advanced rapidly. Unfortunately, there were lacking Dream Fragments to use as materials for further enhancing [Nightmare Prison]. So, after acquainting himself with the little spider’s abilities, Gary Smith stashed away the Nightmare’s Wings and returned to the real world.

Seeing Gary Smith and the others wake up, Mousie, who had previously been feasting relentlessly, blanked out and blurted out:

"You’re a quick cultivator, aren’t you?"

"..."

Gary Smith clenched his fists, wondering what kind of junk this silly hamster had in its head. Moreover, it had scattered snack crumbs all over the place, as if it was staging a rebellion.

"...Um...Actually...I can explain..."

Mousie also realized that Gary might have something to do in the Dreamland, and it had thought too much. But the mistake had already been made, so...

Explain my ass!

Mousie, take a hike!

Mousie made a leap but was a step too late. It was immediately entangled by the strengthened spider silk around its little short legs. After a few spankings on its butt, Mousie was hung in mid-air and forced to watch them eating snacks as punishment.

"You pervert cultivator! You guys playing without me is one thing, but the fact that you’re bullying Mousie now is pure evil! Don’t eat my favorite tomato, cucumber, and that barbecue flavor is also good, ahhhhh, stop eating... Save me, someone is abusing a hamster, wuu wuu wuu..."

Halfway through its cry, even its mouth was stuffed. All it could do was wriggling its body, sending a plea for help to Little Spider with its eyes.

However, Little Spider just shrugged, expressing its helplessness.

Gary Smith was savoring the situation happily while casually checking out a Mousie version of a good luck weather doll swinging in the air.

It’s going to be...

A sunny day tomorrow, right?

If not, Mousie can accept punishment!

After finishing his meal, Gary decided to wash up. On his way to the bathroom, passing by the window, he noticed that the shoe repair stall in the distance still had its dimly lit lamp on.

"It’s already past eight in the evening, and they’re still working? How hardworking..."

Gary remarked, then brought the mini spider silk mouth-rinsing cup, toothbrush prepared by Little Spider, and the ball-like Mousie into the bathroom...

On the other side, at the shoe repair stall.

Sebastian Parks wiped the sweat off his forehead, finally patched up the leather shoe.

For the past ten years of shoe repairing, this was the first time he encountered a type of leather that he couldn’t recognize. But it had a comfortable texture and firm material, indeed a top-grade leather shoe.

Finding a suitable material for repairing had been troublesome and took a lot of time. In the middle of the process, he gave Morgan Parks twenty bucks and told him to go home and rest after having a bowl of noodles for dinner.

Morgan Parks was already accustomed to situations like this. Children with parents who run shops were usually in the same situation: as long as customers come in, their parents won’t have time to cook and they would just give money for eating out. Nevertheless, kids like the arrangement.

However, Morgan Parks did not heedlessly spend the money. He only spent eight bucks on a meat bun on the way home and planned to save the rest.

"Sir, your shoes have been repaired!"

Sebastian Parks picked up the shoe and turned around, only to find that man in the swallowtail coat with the air of a noble, wearing a three-lobed eye mask, had disappeared.

A stack of hundred-dollar bills distributed by the Alliance was left on the bench. There seemed to be seven or eight thousand bucks.

"Did he have to leave early? But he’s left way too much money, we only agreed on two thousand..."

Sebastian Parks muttered to himself, preparing to put away the items for now. After all, he stayed in one spot doing his business. He could give it back when the customer comes again next time.

"What is this..."

Just when he was about to put away the shoes properly, he stood there, stunned.

The high-grade leather shoe that he had just been holding had somehow turned into a pale leather ancient book. There were numerous chaotic scribbles on the cover, not a human language, antique and mysterious.

"My head hurts so much..."

Sebastian Parks suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head. He couldn’t help but press his temples. Suddenly, he saw those weird characters beginning to crawl like worms, quickly reorganizing to form meanings that he could understand. Not being able to control himself, he read them out loud:

"Hidden...corpse...emperor..."