My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 359 - 146: Listening to Music at the Hook Fence! Mother Tree of Joy! Rookie Succubus (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 359: Chapter 146: Listening to Music at the Hook Fence! Mother Tree of Joy! Rookie Succubus (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

If the quantity is sufficient, it can help monsters with negative attributes strengthen their spirituality, which already counts as a low-level super item. Distributing it as currency is certainly a good idea, there’s no need to worry about an economic collapse.

After exchanging the money, Charles Brown took Gary Smith to a place called the "Storm Opera House," a hook fence featuring Sirens and mermaids. It resembled a huge golden shell, shining with dazzling brilliance.

At the entrance of the opera house were six giant shark men, each nearly two yards tall, coiled in muscle, and armed with tridents. Each one had reached the Spiritual Transformation Level.

And from inside the shell emanated an even more terrifying presence, revealing its profound depths.

Think about it. Without some real power, how could they run a business on Joy Street?

The entrance fee was not cheap, twenty gold coins per person. Gary Smith initially intended to pay for Charles Brown, too, but was refused.

Charles Brown smiled and said, "I’ve got a soft stomach, I only eat from a woman’s pot. I’ll pass on a man’s, it’s too hard."

Without further ado, the two men entered the shell and were met with the salty sea breeze and the echoing sound of billowing waves. Looking across, they found that a beach and sea were recreated inside, with the lighting bright and the temperature pleasant.

No need to say, the environment alone was refreshing.

The seating consisted of beach loungers, each covered by an umbrella and made from special shells. They could all be resized, and already a fair number of Beast Masters from the human species and alien races were reclining on them.

The arrival of Gary Smith and Charles Brown naturally attracted a lot of attention.

"Is that... Isn’t that the "Fireman" brother of the Special Team 15 who just advanced to Morning Star, and the captain of Team 16, nicknamed the swordsman, no, "Mirror Sword Phantom" Charles Brown! And the person next to him looks familiar, seems like he’s the hotshot from the borderlands lately, called Gary Smith..."

"Hehe, hotshot? The guy’s known as the invincible hand under spiritual metamorphosis, not just some genius with potential. Beware not to enrage him."

"Spiritual metamorphosis and Golden Peak are two completely different concepts. Without the aid of that Ruins puppet, I could pinch him to death without lifting a finger."

"I heard this guy’s pretty good at raiding secret realms, might invite him someday."

"Too bad this is Joy Street, can’t make a move here. Even if we left, we’d be returned to our original positions, who knows how far apart..."

"..."

Many people whispered discussions, some out of curiosity, some disdain, and some in goodwill, but most carried malicious intent.

"Is that the genius of the human clan?"

Many members of the Cult of the Evil God, as well as wanted Evil Beast Masters, showed greedy expressions upon seeing Gary Smith.

After all, the guy had no background, lots of resources, and an unconventional item. He must also have unused resources from exploring numerous secret realms. Plus those strong pet beasts of his, he’s practically a moving treasure chest...

If they could score that, they’d end up filthy rich.

Gary Smith naturally sensed this malicious intent. There was even a pile of Spiritual Transformation Level beings among them, including Morning Star Tier beings, and he couldn’t help whispering in fear:

"Stop staring..."

A group of people snickered coldly when they heard this.

What borderland genius? Just a lucky guy.

That sheltered flower, he’s so timid, nothing compared to the seasoned monsters on the battlefield. We could use some mental pressure and scare him out of his mind in a while.

Just as they were scheming, Gary Smith showed a shy smile, scratched his head and said:

"If you keep staring, I’ll have the urge to beat you all to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd fell silent.

All passers-by and onlookers were shocked, wondering if they had heard wrong.

That’s too arrogant!

He’s way more arrogant than he is in the videos!

Even Charles Brown was shocked into a cold sweat. He was about to speak, but then he heard Gary Smith continue:

"It seems you’re not convinced. Well, Uncle Brown and I are right here today. The more opponents, the better. The two of us reign supreme, we are the invincible hands. If you have the guts, kill us!"

No, I’m not, I’m scared!

When you show off, can you please not bring me along?!

Charles Brown was dumbfounded. After all, within the shell were not just those who’ve undergone Spiritual Transformation, but also Morning Star Tier existences.

If they really fought, he could very likely be slapped to death!

"Humph."

However, faced with provocation, these guys simply snorted coldly and made no further moves.

Because... they really couldn’t do a thing about it!

If they pick a fight here, they offend Joy Street. Even those of the Morning Star Tier, not to mention the Radiant Moon Tier, can’t bear that consequence.

But if they leave Joy Street, Gary Smith would simply hide in Abyss City again, with the protection of that Legendary Tower, going in would be like throwing themselves into a net.

’Wait, there’s a chance, there’s a Small Trade Fair coming up, this guy will definitely go...’

Most people didn’t care about the matter, while a few had sinister thoughts flashing through their minds, planning to resort to some means.

They wouldn’t shout and argue like shrews, it would only lower their dignity. Like a hunting viper, they waited for the chance to strike the fatal blow. That was the right style for them.

"Uncle Brown, what a pity... If they had made a move, we could have made a fortune by using the power of Joy Street. After all, Joyful Street’s Third Rule says that if the other party strikes first, after Joy Street incinerates them, you can gain 20% of their assets as compensation..."

When Gary Smith’s regretful murmuring sounded, many people were taken aback, thinking that this guy was really devious.