My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 355 - 145: Little Spider gets love sick! lsp thrilled! King of Elysium (Request for Monthly Ticket) _2

Chapter 355: Chapter 145: Little Spider gets love sick! lsp thrilled! King of Elysium (Request for Monthly Ticket) _2

But it’s just buying some time.

If the capital relief isn’t obtained next month, Mousie might really end up on the gallows.

Ha, a big man-mouse can bend and stretch, don’t bully the young mouse when he’s poor!

"Ying!"

While Gary Smith and Mousie were talking, Little Spider had a taste and showed a satisfied expression on his face.

"Ying!"

Delicious, just like the tasty food from the past!

Gary Smith heaved a sigh of relief. It seems to have hit a "Good Quality" level, but to evaluate the precise effect, he would need his good friend — the Foodlust Crucible.

When the Foodlust Crucible was taken out, it obediently opened its lid. It had become used to this routine and only wanted to get through it quickly.

However, when it saw the Bronze Lotus Millet Porridge, it looked stunned and gave Gary an "Are you seriously eating this?" type of expression.

It quickly closed the lid, refusing to let such a thing enter its body. It could break it.

But Gary Smith didn’t care about the Foodlust Crucible’s opinion. He forced it in. Because of the higher quality of food, it took triple the usual time.

Click! Click!

About ten minutes had passed. Just as Gary thought the Foodlust Crucible was about to fail, it made a sound:

"Submitting to the ancient scales of fate...I’ll take your heeeaad...ten strands of hair."

Along with a devilish voice, the price emerged. It was ten times greater than before.

So Gary Smith took out some strands of hair that Little Spider had collected while helping with cleaning. Otherwise, if he had to pluck hair from his head every day, he would go bald sooner or later.

Gary Smith gave ten strands to the Foodlust Crucible. Under the latter’s resentful gaze, he took out the transformed food, which was radiating a dark golden glow.

Dark Gold Epic Quality!

The originally green porridge had taken on an emerald hue and was releasing an inviting aroma; the moment anyone smelled it, they could hardly resist.

Gary Smith activated the Eye of Truth, revealing the relevant data.

[Bronze Millet Porridge (Excellent)]

[Special Effect: "Fortune Star Shines"]

[This superordinary food was personally made by the Gate Master. Eating one-fifth of it will activate the effect, enabling body enhancement, spiritual power intensification, and obtaining the buff "Fortune Star Shines" which increases the luck attribute for a whole day and improves the probability of encountering good fortune].

Gary Smith was also surprised. The buff that enhances luck has started appearing with excellent quality food.

Luck and misfortune are considered branches of fate-based abilities and are extremely terrifying.

Pet beasts with such attributes are even rarer than those with time-based abilities, and most are of the misfortune attribute, with very few of the luck kind.

While this attribute ability appears vague, it’s of great importance.

Between two equally hardworking people, the one with better luck will ultimately achieve much more, even in battle, having good luck can give an edge.

As the saying goes: When the time comes, the world will unite in force. When luck goes, heroes have no autonomy.

Simply put, winning the lottery is a good thing too.

And if "Fortune Star Shines" has already started appearing with excellent quality food, won’t quality buffs like "Child of Destiny" and "Great Fortune Haunts the World" appear when food reaches perfect or even the highest quality?

Stepping out of the house to find divine artifacts, shaking with excitement, having a bunch of beauties and followers kneeling before him, making his opponents suffer misfortune.

Especially for Gary Smith, ever since he got his Taboo Curse Mark, his luck hasn’t been very good. Having a good buff to improve that is a good thing.

Well...for instance, it would prevent him from getting caught when he’s out with Charles.

"Let’s eat."

Just as Gary was about to start serving, he suddenly noticed a white silhouette in the corner of the living room. The White Fox was looking at him with an extremely beautiful pair of eyes and let out a soft whisper.

"Chirp!"

It had already obediently started waiting for its food.

"There’s no joy here. Did the luck class come too? Or is it that the food quality has improved and you just got hungry?"

Gary looked at the long-lost White Fox with surprise. His luck seemed to have improved already. He hadn’t eaten yet, but the golden thigh was already knocking on the door. So, he divided the food into five parts. Even though Eggy was asleep, it wouldn’t miss its share.

All pets were treated equally.

"That fox is here again!"

Mousie’s expression became serious when he saw the White Fox, much like a farmer watching over a melon field after seeing a sneaky badger.

The third pet had to be his little brother and right-hand man, Eggy.

"Ying!"

Little Spider greeted with enthusiasm, giving Mousie the feeling that his boss had defected.

The White Fox nodded back in response. He seemed much livelier than before, and his fur was even brighter, with starlight flickering in the dark nebula behind him.

"Delicious!"

Mousie tasted a spoonful of the Bronze Millet Porridge and it was so delicious he almost bit his tongue off. He then began to wolf it down.

As Gary tasted the Bronze Millet Porridge, a surge of mysterious energy entered as he swallowed it. This energy circulated around his body, strengthening his physiology by about one-tenth, and his spiritual power slightly increased too. He was just short of a breakthrough to Gold Level.

As for the luck attribute....it was intangible and without substance, probably something he would only know when he went outside.

The White Fox ate elegantly and didn’t rush to leave after finishing, but neither did it offer to replenish the Star leaf. It just curiously watched Gary.

"It seems they will only replenish after it’s fully used..."

Gary Smith didn’t have much regret, and slowly reached out to stroke the White Fox’s head. He intended to pull his hand back at once if the Fox showed any sign of rejection.

"Chirp!"

Not only did the White Fox not reject him, but it also actively leaned in, exposing its head. The touch was as soft as silk, with a hint of coolness, giving him a feeling like he wanted to hold it and fall asleep.