My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1708 - 490: Gary Smith: Mute The World, Let All Beings Listen to My Voice!_3

Chapter 1708: Chapter 490: Gary Smith: Mute The World, Let All Beings Listen to My Voice!_3

Legendary-level natural skill—Dome of Light!

With a single move, ready to obliterate the Door Disciple!

Its power, although not comparable to the Great Existence and the Crimson Hell Demon King, is still Gary Smith’s strongest opponent in a direct confrontation.

Elf Queen is a False King who has accumulated Long Eons, even in the Main World, she is the first in rank right below the True King.

Only slightly inferior to Principal Brown!

At least for now, Gary Smith cannot contend with a False King.

But just because he can’t, doesn’t mean the Staff of the Dust-Stepper can’t!

Boom!

As the scepter lightly taps the ground, a vast phantom of the Long River of Time descends, an ancient mysterious Decaying Balance appears above the City of the Sky Summit, covered in rust, yet terrifying.

The moment it appears, Elf Queen’s offensive halts because...

She feels the aura of Death.

This is her intuition; the stronger the life, the keener the perception, some even able to foresee future trends to some extent.

She senses that an attack will invariably bring Death!

And indeed, with Gary Smith’s current lifespan plus a one percent reduction from the talent of Door Master, although he may not replace the True King, replacing Ecological Lord is easy.

"Wouldn’t it be nice to not always resort to fighting, and just sit down for a peaceful conversation?" smiled the Door Disciple.

"Who are you, really?" asked the Elf Queen calmly.

"Just a host of a funeral!" replied the Door Disciple.

"Ha, balance in all things, wielding the power of Aging that threatens all lives below Great Existence comes with a greater price."

A False King is still a king, possessing the magnificence of a king, Elf Queen, undaunted by the threat, scoffed:

"Do you think you can leave the Kingdom of the Sky Tree under his watchful eye?"

"I cannot!"

Gary Smith answered decisively, making Elf Queen pause, frowning: "You want to die?"

"No, just feel that the Kingdom of the Sky Tree needs a grander celebration!"

Gary Smith, incarnated as the Door Disciple, smiled: "Why keep good things hidden?"

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about?" said the Elf Queen blandly.

"No matter, you’ll remember soon enough!"

As he spoke, the crimson figure behind Gary Smith opened its gaping maw even wider, let out a fierce laugh, and in that moment, amidst endless red Energy, an ancient Crimson God Tree appeared above the Heavenly Dome, spreading countless Root Tendrils, rooting itself in both illusions and reality.

"This is a... King Tree!?"

The Elf Queen’s face showed shock, unable to believe that someone could command a King Tree comparable to a Divine Child.

As for Emperor Tree and Divine Tree, she hadn’t seen them, nor dared to imagine.

After all, the latter represents the potential of a Great Existence and even greater Great Existence.

"No, this is a sapling of a Divine Tree!"

A voice arose, filled with a hint of surprise, an immense imposing force descended like the heavens collapsing, sweeping across the entire Kingdom of the Sky Tree.

Proclaiming the arrival of the ruler to the mortal world!

A figure enveloped in dark green radiance slowly approached, with each step, endless laws spread out, distorting the world.

In reverence to the supreme True King.

"Father King!" The Elf Queen exclaimed with delight.

However, facing the oppressive aura of the True King, Gary Smith’s smile grew broader: "I’ve finally waited for you."

"Madman!" The Elf Queen snorted coldly, oblivious to her impending doom.

In the outer world, the opponent might still have a chance to flee, but within the Ecological Kingdom, the True King is the absolute ruler.

Where the Law reaches, all beings submit.

Even the arrival of the first three Finger of God cannot escape death!

Crack crack crack!

At this moment, the Decaying Balance emitted sounds of unbearable strain, as if it could collapse at any moment.

But it held on without shattering.

"The True King is here, looks like your show is about to end." Ypger, who had been kidnapped, shrugged his shoulders, his panic completely dissolving.

With the True King here, the Kingdom of the Sky Tree cannot be overturned!

"Since that’s the case, the Divine Tree, we will take it!" The Elf Queen’s eyes brimmed with delight.

"Lead actor in place, the theater set up, so..."

Feeling the arrival of the final grand gaze and the space around him shattered under the sweep of the Law due to strain, Gary Smith’s incarnation wearing the Felt hat, offered no resistance, and instantly turned to ashes.

In the face of the True King, he was but an ant.

"It’s over!" The Elf Queen’s gaze went indifferent, about to suppress the Crimson God Tree when she suddenly stopped her motion.

Because the Decaying Balance did not disappear!

Thousands of crows flew about, forming the Staircase of Crows.

The disciple’s figure appeared, stepping over the staircase, taking Ypger to the sky, arriving beside the Crimson God Tree.

He took off his felt hat and placed it in front of him, slightly bowing, he said with a smile:

"Please allow me to mute the world, so everyone can listen to..."

"The sound of a shattering soul!"

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PS: At the end of the month, I’m asking for monthly tickets, just a mention, like I said before, everyone understands the hardships of producing this book, but please lessen the negativity; after all, this book is almost three million words now. With the increase in plagiarism due to more words and the recent changes in platform algorithms, my income has significantly suffered, cutting much revenue. This book is almost on the brink of death. Besides popular books, writing long novels really depends on luck, primarily supported by continued reading and monthly tickets for exposure. Plus, Black Feathered Bird hasn’t been well physically, just hanging on and writing, hoping to end this sooner rather than later. (Not complaining, as my real-life is quite good; just saying writing does wear one out.)

I’m already fast-tracking the main storyline, and there wouldn’t be any more sidelines; otherwise, it would probably reach four to five million words. Sometimes after a hard day’s work, seeing comments like "too draggy" or "milking it" really disheartens me, affecting performance as I’ve wanted to take a break long ago, not having to squeeze my brain for plots daily, especially given the increased pressure from my main job. At times, seeing these comments makes me think about stopping for a few months before coming back, but then I think it’s better to finish properly, having updated steadily for over 400 days (proud part-time author).

We are in the late stages now, with ’Death of God’ urgently underway, and I greatly appreciate everyone’s subscription support. I hope you’ll stay with me until the end. In what follows, I’ll try to write better plots, wishing Gary, Yellow Fur, Mousie, and all Pet Beasts a perfect ending, showcasing all their final forms. After everything, Black Feathered Bird will take a few months or even longer to rest and regain health, and will notify my good friends when starting a new book.