My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 321 - 136: Astonishing! Little Spider Pilots a Gundam (Monthly pass needed)_2

Chapter 321: Chapter 136: Astonishing! Little Spider Pilots a Gundam (Monthly pass needed)_2

Many people felt sour, as if they had bitten into a lemon. Not only was he powerful and handsome, but he was also blessed in love. This is simply the benefits of being the protagonist of a biography.

Bob Chandler couldn’t help but glance at his cousin, only to find her smiling and watching him, showing no desire to intervene.

Was this woman... no longer interested in Gary Smith?

Such a creature devoid of feelings!

As Bob Chandler was inwardly complaining, the Mediterranean codger approached Gary Smith. Ignoring Clarissa Johnson, who guarded Gary Smith like a little dog guards its food, he looked at the young man and slowly began to speak.

"Hello, I am just a fart."

Upon hearing these words, everyone opened their eyes wide, wondering if they had misheard.

Even Gary Smith was a little surprised, as it was indeed strange for an old man to say this so earnestly.

"I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. I apologize."

The Mediterranean codger continued to apologize, his eyes sincere. In his opinion, there was no shame in showing respect to a superior, regardless of age difference.

Indifferent to any potential loss of face, he hoped to learn from Gary Smith, who managed to identify the key to the ruins’ puzzle amidst all the chaos. If Smith’s approach could be used as a case study, perhaps countless future archaeology students could be spared unnecessary sacrifices.

As for his dignity?

If one cared about such things, they wouldn’t study archaeology.

If one worried about what others would think of them for grave-digging, it would be even harder to carry on when inevitably faced with lethal curses lurking within the tombs. At times, they even had to place a paper note bearing the names of their teachers inside, indicating whom the curse should seek for retribution.

Those with thin skin could never make it in this profession.

The other two old men also gathered around, one of them saying cheerfully:

"Haha, we are just an old fart trio. Although Harry Kingold is as boring as a rock, his granddaughter is quite attractive."

"By the way, young man, how did you do it?"

Since they were not his enemies and were indeed quite pleasant, Gary Smith replied with a grin, saying no apology was needed. After all, exploring the ruins was indeed taxing work, and a bit of grumpiness was only to be expected.

This was no lie. Smith’s actions were not for the sake of showing off, but for the real benefits hidden within the temple.

And so, he braved the doubts of others like a traveler walking a night road lit only by ghost fires.

This modest yet self-assured attitude captivated the three archaeologists, making them admire Smith even more. They spoke kind words to him, hoping to learn how to decipher clues to the ruins.

Lillian Ash was equally amazed, witnessing the typically haughty archaeologists act in such a humble manner for the first time.

It appeared that Gary Smith indeed possessed the ability to rejuvenate others—like transforming old men into youngsters.

Faced with these three knowledge-thirsty cryptologists, Gary Smith pondered for a moment before explaining:

"In fact, it was by chance that I made this discovery. When I was observing the cold fog covering the ruins, I noticed it didn’t touch the ground or the Divine Temple.

Initially, I assumed it was a coincidence, but when I saw the fog moving and being instantly dispelled upon nearing the bricks with patterns at the edge of the ruins, I hypothesized that the ancient civilization’s people probably used it as a defense mechanism. The bricks on the ground and the temple likely control it."

"So I decided to test it with a similarly textured stone I found outside the ruins—and to my surprise, it worked..."

Everything he said was true, yet he obscured some key points. For instance, it was never mentioned that only someone possessing the Eye of Truth could have noticed these details. The subsequent search for the scattered stones was also far from straightforward.

This stone, called the Bone Stone, was a product of ancient sacrificial rituals. To be effective, it not only had to be intact but also had to embody the ancient blessings. Smith scanned the area with the Eye of Truth and discovered a few suitable Bone Stones.

In addition, after approaching the ruins, it was also necessary to accurately strike the weak spot in the fog’s circulation to reestablish order.

Otherwise, one could only form a shield from the Bone Stone over a small area. Yet, heading into the ruins under these conditions would be like going in blind—virtually a suicide mission.

However, it wasn’t a good idea to show off too much, attributing everything to luck helped keep most of his trump cards hidden.

Even so, after hearing Smith’s story, the three old men were stunned.

This line of thought sounded simple, but who could have observed the fog covering the city so microscopically?

Smith not only noticed these details but also linked the patterns together, concluding that the cold fog was not recent, but a product of the ancient civilization. He didn’t just theorize—he took action.

He perfectly embodied the unity of knowledge and action.

What a fine young talent for the archaeology department!

With such promising students, there’s no question that the archaeology department will surely flourish!

The three men were even more enthusiastic, inviting Smith to join the archaeology department. They promised him attention from senior members, abundant resources, and connections—referring to numerous granddaughters of the old men. They even mentioned that a giant-level BeastMaster from "Above the Radiant Moon" could guide him.

In short, the benefits would be countless.

Nevertheless, Smith immediately declined, considering the unfortunate case of a group that went to pay respects at Smith’s elder brother’s grave. In essence, it wasn’t a great idea.

Plus, Smith didn’t have the time for slow-paced archaeology; he preferred the battleground to hone his skills.

Even though the three old men regretted his decision, they didn’t force him. After all, they realized Smith was yet to begin college, which provided ample time for persuasion in the future.

On hearing Smith’s explanation, the crowd was awestruck. His observation skills were extraordinary—analyzing everything as though from the perspective of God. He seemed like a top player in a large-scale online reality game.

The thinking of a genius is indeed far from that of an ordinary person.

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