My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 376 - 151: The Disciple who fools all beings! Mouse God’s Highlight Moment (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 376: Chapter 151: The Disciple who fools all beings! Mouse God’s Highlight Moment (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

This made him feel like a past wave being pushed over by the next wave; and in this case, Gary Smith was that overwhelming wave, completely overpowering him and bringing him to his knees on the sandy banks.

Previously in the Ruins, facing Little Spider who controlled the Ruins Gundam, even the Golden Armored Baboon, after its Spiritual Metamorphosis, would no doubt have been chopped up to pieces.

That kid is simply a monster!

’I guess no one would ever imagine that the same boy, who was once seen as willingly falling into degeneration by all, is now becoming the shining star for the Borderland’s future... ’

Thinking back on his past remarks, Philip Morgan felt a bit embarrassed. However, the feeling of shame transformed into envy for another’s child in an instant, as for his own...

He spends all day writing short compositions indoors, making odd laughter, with strange phrases like "exploded," "going up," "Gary Smith is awesome" echoing around.

This drove this old father of his into desperation, however dreaming of defeating Gary Smith... was a much grander dream; it’s essential to weigh the benefits and drawbacks.

It’s pretty good to change your dream!

For instance, this time, there’s an evident trap for Gary Smith; once he takes the money and leaves, he will certainly not return.

Thus, Philip Morgan wanted to snatch the Primitive Spirit Raising Fruit for his son.

If he could enable Bob Chandler to transform into a Gold Level with Blue-Gold Spiritual Power, enhancing his potential, there could be a possibility of catching up to Gary Smith’s pace, and become one of the top geniuses in the Borderland’s future.

My son is Monarch Material!

Bob Chandler had trouble believing this grand promise, considering his father had just evolved; it seemed impossible for him to defeat seasoned Spiritual Metamorphosis powerhouses.

Luckily the Golden Armored Baboon was famously hardy, capable of flight even if it couldn’t fight. Moreover, being able to evade the terrifying Evelyn Walker, he was willing to join in the commotion.

Recently, thanks to Gary Smith’s edited video, Bob made a significant sum of money, half of which he intended to save for buying high-grade materials as copyright fees in the future.

Bob would never parasitize his entire life!

Nevertheless, what follows, he must hurry to upgrade his strength; otherwise, he won’t even be strong enough to film Gary Smith.

He couldn’t possibly aspire to be just a homing pigeon Uploader, right?

If Philip Morgan knew that his son’s ambition lay only in filming, he would probably bawl his eyes out.

Soon, both of them had arrived at the perimeter of the Nest of Corruption; they could see an area overwhelmed by the Miasma, desolate and eerie.

Although it appeared to still be in this world, anyone wandering in would be pulled into a special space.

At this moment, an enormous group of BeastMasters and Alien Races had assembled around the Secret Realm, including some familiar faces; however, rather than grouping together, they maintained a safe distance from each other. Behind them were various powerful beast-shaped, elemental type controlled beasts, emitting menacing aura.

However, nobody was in a hurry to enter the Secret Realm.

Bob Chandler, perplexed, asked, "Why aren’t they going in?"

"Are you a tiger?"

Philip Morgan couldn’t help but glare at him, saying grumpily:

"Did you forget that the intel this time is suspected to be a fishing scheme? Although Gary Smith muddied the waters, preventing the mastermind from setting an ambush.

It still cannot ensure whether they will seize this misconstrued idea, and stick to their original plan, setting a trap, primarily targeting solitary individuals.

Additionally, they could have already infiltrated the crowd; if you enter early, there’s a high probability of being backstabbed."

"Isn’t this like playing a game of Werewolf..."

Bob remembered a popular tabletop game recently and glanced at everyone with increased vigilance, feeling that anyone could potentially be a Werewolf.

After all, there is no Witch’s Potion to revive you in the real world; once dead, that’s curtains for good.

The helpless Philip Morgan shook his head, compared to Gary Smith’s control mastery, his son was too inexperienced.

"They’re all of the same age group, how can the gap be so wide? Bob’s grades don’t seem too far from Gary Smith’s, the only difference, seems to be his death... umm, better not continue this topic."

Philip Morgan quickly quashed an impending thought, else it might lead to fatal consequences.

"I can’t believe that Philip Morgan has also undergone Spiritual Metamorphosis!"

"Seems like Gary Smith is really going to take the money and run, he’s pretty cautious."

"The exploration to follow will also pose a problem; retaining this deadlock isn’t a solution either..."

"..."

Everyone noted the arrival of the Morgan father-son duo; they were contemplating and also astonished by Gary Smith’s decisive move to indeed not return.

They’re a bunch of misers!

Without this god of Secret Realms, the difficulty level of conquering the dungeon increased drastically, not to mention, numerous spies had infiltrated the crowd as well.

So, they all looked at each other in dismay, the scene falling into silence.

Finally, a handsome Blonde man stood out and proactively said:

"Maintaining this stalemate does not make sense; as per the intel, the Primitive Spirit Raising Fruit is nearing maturity, and there’s already a corrupt poisonous bee swarm guarding it, which houses a Beast King System Queen Bee. A single person’s strength will undoubtedly not suffice.

Hence, I recommend that everyone join hands, together we can conquer this Secret Realm. We can assign trustworthy individuals to lead, and if someone tries to mess things up, we will encircle and annihilate them together."

When he finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought and deliberation over the feasibility of this method.

Very soon, a big bald man with a scarred face voiced a disagreement, frowning as he said:

"There’s only one Primitive Spirit Raising Fruit; how will it be distributed? Don’t tell me that in the end, you’ll get it."

"After clearing the obstacles, it’s every man for himself; let’s not make it unpleasant. If we can unite, we can entirely eradicate the Corrupt Miasma Bee nest, conquer the Secret Realm, and possibly select even more treasures, maybe even find a treasure that can aid in a promotion to Morning Star..."