My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 353 - 144: Transcending the Saint! Mousie Overturns the Truck (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 353: Chapter 144: Transcending the Saint! Mousie Overturns the Truck (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

However, it started to be dissatisfied with dividing tasks. The capitalist spirit in it has further awakened.

"Why should I pay myself for enslaving myself?"

Why can’t we recreate other degenerated mouse incarnations, erase their memory, and endlessly repeat work to completely save on potato chips?

Mousie, the more it thought, the more it felt this method was feasible. It even started to put it into action, but the result...

All failed.

It was unexpected that the first generation of mouse incarnations not only were as lazy as Mousie but also inherited its life-cherishing and danger-sensing abilities.

When Mousie sneaked on one of the first-generation mouse incarnations, the moment it made its move, it was surrounded by them.

"I can argue with excuses..." Mousie just opened its mouth when it saw the smug smile at the corners of the mouths of the other mouse incarnations. It immediately understood what was going on.

"You set me up!"

Mousie was shocked. They deliberately attracted it just to catch its handle.

One of the mouse incarnations sneered, "What kind of type are you? Don’t we know?"

"..."

After the first-generation mouse incarnations surrounded Mousie and threatened him with "you also don’t want cultivators to know, do you?" as well as striking and marching in protest, hanging up lanterns, Mousie had to pay twenty packs of potato chips to end this farce.

"This guy ... is really on the verge of exploding."

Even Gary Smith, holding his forehead, was speechless. He did not expect that Mousie would actually be able to pit itself against itself in a battle of wits, and even lose.

Shameful!

But he didn’t expose it and he left Mousie some dignity.

Mainly, he was afraid that this guy would cry to him, and the tearful and snotty mess would make Little Spider’s newly woven clothes dirty.

However, after being busy for a few days, the inferior Beastmaster did not continue to exploit them and instead took a day off for team building and had a meal of scorpion-tailed ox barbeque.

Just when he saw a bill of more than half a million, he was numb. He felt relieved that Eggy had not woken up, otherwise, he might have gone bankrupt directly, becoming a holy son of poverty.

The rest of the time, Gary Smith was wandering in the Mother River but whether it was because he met Mr. Crab, all his luck seemed to have been used up.

Quietness lingered in the Mother River.

Even when he was messing around with the Flying Coffin Board, he didn’t meet anyone or any mutants.

From the looks of it, unless he committed suicide by jumping into the Primordial Spirit Sea, it would be extremely difficult to meet a living one.

Six days passed in the blink of an eye, and Gary Smith harvested immensely.

First, he successfully converted the Silver Spirit in the Beast Master Space into the Mithril Spirit, digesting the remnants of the soul fruit and being promoted to Silver Peak.

It’s only a step away from Golden Power.

Little Spider also brushed up the proficiency of other skills, and [Thunder Pattern] and [Mind’s Eye Spirit Sword] are close to Transcending the Saint.

Mousie finally stood up and through a lot of work from numerous incarnations, it finally brushed the [Shadow Master] skill to its peak and yielded a special effect:

[You can transfer one-tenth of the damage sustained into the shadows.]

To translate, this is equivalent to adding damage reduction to the buff, and as Mousie’s strength increases, the damage resistance will continue to become stronger.

No wonder it’s Mousie. Even the skill effects are about saving its life. Really a go-getter.

Besides the boost in strength, Gary Smith’s wealth also made a historic breakthrough.

The events of the Netherworld Church some time back had been settled, bringing in five million. In addition, Clarissa Johnson’s eight million also flowed in, and the savings directly pushed up to twenty million.

Even the Morning Star level material, Gary Smith now has the courage to afford it.

This woman also left a message stating that her grandfather’s small vault was great; she had just burst a little bit and she had gathered the reward. After it was fully burst, she would come to sponsor Gary Smith’s assistant, so he could serve her.

For this kind of excellent dream, Gary Smith naturally agreed. He also replied:

"Richwoman, you really have a discerning eye, I’m best at pointing out the way, sip."

Clarissa Johnson was stunned at first, then she reacted, angrily replying:

"Get lost!"

After sending the message, Clarissa Johnson was fuming. Looking at her fingers on the keyboard, she couldn’t help but think of Gary Smith’s slender hands, her face flushed inevitably.

"She’s really getting angry; her skin is too thin. To become a mature wealthy woman, she still has a long way to go!"

After commenting, Gary Smith realised the School Headmaster had also sent a message. He originally thought it was for rebuking him, but instead Elliot Pine was not angry and even sent more than a dozen smiling emoji packages to encourage him.

The only expectation is to let Gary Smith try his best and not to bother him. Don’t find the Five-Bone Harvest Bird recently; it is very dangerous.

The sincere words moved Gary Smith greatly. Even when he was in trouble, the School Headmaster did not forget to help him silently by borrowing Clarissa Johnson’s hand.

Gary Smith made up his mind and thought that when he had time in the future, he could use the Eye of Truth to study how to change the Five-Bone Harvest Bird back to Bountiful Grain Bird.

Make the Principal’s bird change for the better.

Brush up on goodwill.

While Gary Smith was pondering, he suddenly received a message from Charles Brown. He originally thought something happened, but the other party hadn’t seen him go out for a long time and came to check up on him.

In his opinion, if it continues like this, there will be mental problems, especially since Gary Smith has a record of going crazy.

Charles Brown doesn’t believe the crazier, the stronger. The king’s way is a balance of work and rest, so as an elder, he has the responsibility to take him to relax, it’s absolutely not because he is broke and sees Gary Smith getting rich with some sour grapes, wanting to rub off some luck.

Gary Smith had no interest in this. After all, going out with the elders, the probability is to visit the park or have a meal, or listen to the opera, boring to death, and also must chat awkwardly for a while... It’s better to train at home.

[Dusk Raven: Uncle Brown, forget it. I’m still busy recently.]

[Handsome Small Brown without Friends: Really? The place where I’m going this time is completely at odds with gamble-drug. Since you don’t want to, then forget it. It seems that I can only go alone.]

[Dusk Raven:!!!]