My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1700 - 488: Gary Smith: When you embark on the path of Spiritual Power, you see me as an ant gazing at the sky

Chapter 1700: Chapter 488: Gary Smith: When you embark on the path of Spiritual Power, you see me as an ant gazing at the sky

Gary Smith spent three years at Abyss City High School and naturally encountered the Three Sisters of the Crimson Moon.

After all, on their first day of school, three stunning beauties with white hair and red eyes, who were also sisters, did not allow anyone, including those of the same sex, to contact them. They were aloof and unapproachable, like noble ladies high above, the unattainable beauties.

They were instantly the crush of countless male students in Abyss City with various buffs stacked up.

The related posts and forums were overwhelmed, and as long as Gary wasn’t living under a rock, he would know about them.

And he, just an ordinary but extremely handsome top student, was also just like most people, only joining in the crowd, glancing from afar, marveling at their beauty, and then...

Usually, there was no "then."

Even if you fantasize daily, it’s impossible for them to be yours. It’s better to focus on improving yourself, so in the future, you might marry a rich and beautiful lady from a top Beast Control family.

This leads to a life of chronic indigestion.

It was unexpected, however, that catching Dream of the Crimson Moon as she almost fell didn’t turn the wheels of fate...

The only thing that truly changed his destiny was the Key of Truth.

Without sufficient strength and talent, it’s impossible to be valued by Lilith and others. Even if Dream of the Crimson Moon really liked him, at most he would end up as the Son-in-law in the Succubus Nest.

He would worry daily about being drained dry like a sugarcane, possibly despised by the eldest sister-in-law, scorned by the plump Demon Queen mother-in-law, treated with cold indifference by the second sister-in-law, and not cared for enough by his naturally naive wife, leading him to become corrupted and turn his studies towards Abyss sorcery, embarking on the path of a dark sorcerer.

If he were to mistakenly enter the Toad Ancestor Divine Nation, he could even deceive the gullible Toad’s son, shame his entire family, perhaps even pique the interest of the eldest sister-in-law, and arouse the curiosity of the second sister-in-law... not that the mother-in-law would matter at that point.

"Such cliché and colorful plots."

Gary thought to himself, but in this world, there are no "ifs."

Due to the uniqueness of the Taboo position, every experience he has is real, no other future is possible, and all other timelines will condense, unifying everything.

The path he walks is the correct one.

Gary felt... it isn’t just the Great Existence, even a Taboo Existence mightn’t intervene in another Taboo’s timeline.

The only one throughout eternity!

However, after interacting with them, Gary discovered that the Three Sisters of the Crimson Moon’s personalities weren’t as cold as they seemed; it was because they harbored something that would devour all essence energy upon contact.

Any contact, whether good or bad intentions, would result in annihilation.

The so-called indifference seemed more like a kind-hearted camouflage.

After all, how bad can a degenerate succubus and a naïve succubus be?

Among the three sisters, Dream of the Crimson Moon resembled the Dark Moon Demon King the most, followed by Rose of the Crimson Moon, and Crimson Moon Dawn was even cooler, like a lolita version of the Club President, but with a better figure, a youthful girl.

Beyond that, Gary didn’t know much, only that she had a colder personality, loved challenging strong enemies, and would defeat them expressionlessly.

Initially, Gary had heard that she planned to challenge him in theoretical knowledge, but that never came to fruition.

It’s unclear if that was a false rumor or was stopped by Dream of the Crimson Moon.

However, one characteristic of Crimson Moon Dawn was that she was either eating buns or on her way to buy buns, even making the bun shop popular.

If one were to rate a so-called Bun-Eating Immortal, she would be it.

Although Lilith mentioned she was at the Borderland and asked him to take care of her, he didn’t expect...

She would show up in the Kingdom of the Sky Tree.

That makes sense, this place is also part of the Borderland!

Any area not ruled by the Human Clan is considered a Borderland; the conservatives even mentioned recently that they hoped to expand the Borderland further into the Abyss.

But Gary felt they were too conservative; they should expand into the Netherworld instead.

Not only should they take over the world of the living, but also have a share in the world of the dead.

While Gary was pondering, Crimson Moon Dawn gently sniffed, seemingly catching a familiar scent. Suddenly, with a bun in her mouth, she turned her head in his direction.

Seeing this, Gary smiled and nodded.

After all, he could be considered both her brother-in-law and... sister-in-law.

"How is that possible?" Jarnor, defeated, stood frozen in place, his eyes gradually crazed, unable to accept that he had been instantly defeated, and couldn’t help muttering: "How could I have lost so easily?"

"Swordsmanship, you’ve already lost," Crimson Moon Dawn bit into a bun and responded vaguely, continuing to rub it in.

It wasn’t mockery, but rather she was somewhat absent-minded.

Because a more important target had appeared, there was no need to waste time on a loser.

Just as she intended to leave, Jarnor blocked her way.

"I know we’re done with swordplay, but there’s still combat art."

His hoarse voice rose as spirit energy circulated within him, his skin showing emerald green tadpole-like runes that moved continuously, converging into many ancient totems that densely covered his entire body.

Bang!

In that moment, overwhelming energy burst forth from each cell, as it was his own refined reserve of energy, thus not suppressed by the Heavenly Dome Martial Platform.

Crack, crack!

Jarnor’s body suddenly swelled to thirty feet, turning a bright red, and his skin and flesh twisted, generating the sound of tearing as he forcibly grew eight muscular vine-like arms, and a crescent-shaped horn emerged on his forehead.

However, his appearance still retained some handsome ruggedness, and he didn’t seem as chaotic as Abyss spirits, so he wouldn’t be mistaken for a demon.

But he bore a natural, wild posture, not like an elf, more like some kind of nature-blessed giant.