My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 544 - 192: Shocking the Borderland! The Mouse God Who Won’t Be Human! The Great Dust (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_4

Chapter 544: Chapter 192: Shocking the Borderland! The Mouse God Who Won’t Be Human! The Great Dust (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_4

"Chaos is the ladder to ascend!"

"Thank you, Legion Commander!" Gary Smith was not afraid of fame; he just wanted enough benefits.

He figured that after some time, his trump card could become common skills.

Next, once everything was concluded, Crescent Moon Lake was once again covered by the War Fortress of Moonlit Town, and everyone prepared to leave.

However, unlike the others, who rode their Pet Beasts, Gary had a bit more flair.

With Little Spider’s help, he simply tore open a gap in the Void and left.

This made many people envious!

Being strong was temporary, but being cool was a lifetime thing!

As a Spatial System user, he was both cool and strong!

The geniuses from various parts of the Borderland watched as Gary left, their eyes burning with fighting spirit!

"That guy sure left quickly!" Cynthia Shin glanced down at her toes and fell into deep self-doubt.

Are they really that small?

Although small... they were also rather cute, and they saved fabric for the Alliance. Gary had no taste!

He even said that he looked better in women’s clothes than her!

The more Cynthia thought, the angrier she got. She lay on the Purple Wing Thunder Bat and turned into a bolt of electricity as she left.

"Next time we meet, I’m going to have a tough fight with him!" Mason Hargrave laughed loudly, riding away on his Magma Carrying Beast.

"Next time we meet, I won’t be so depleted!"

Wendell Howard clenched his fist, determined to rest for a while in the family’s Graveyard Secret Realm, only re-emerging after he advanced to Morning Star!

Even if he couldn’t equal Gary, he could at least keep up with his pace!

Ethan Wilkinson and the others also had similar reactions. Although they previously disliked Gary, after the experience at the Decay Feast, the grudges in their hearts had disappeared and turned into admiration!

Although Gary was ruthless, as long as one had no malice towards him, he was an extremely reliable comrade on his side!

No matter how dangerous the Secret Realm was, they could still come out alive!

If Gary were to build a Battle Corps, they might verbally mock him for "overestimating himself," but their bodies would honestly sign up!

Thinking of this, they also quickly rode their Pet Beasts and left, eager to tell their friends and families about the events of the day!

However, they would embellish a bit!

After all, the stronger the opponent, the less embarrassing their loss!

Therefore, within the Borderland, future evaluations of Gary will quickly rise to a terrifying level!

"Not bad!"

The examiners watching this scene also nodded. Being able to win over opponents and turn them into friends was a true talent of command!

Now he just needs to advance to a Spiritual Metamorphosis and hone his skills on the battlefield!

"I’m back!"

On the other side, Gary quickly returned home through the Void Jump. Opening the door, he looked at the familiar furniture and ornaments. They were not luxurious, but they made him feel extremely calm.

So many things had happened in a day: conquering the Secret Realm and enduring the long pain from the Decay Feast, which had left him mentally exhausted.

So Gary announced that he wouldn’t be training in the Nightmare Prison today and gave the Pet Beasts a half-day break to balance work and relaxation.

As for exploring the Abandoned City District...

He can wait until tomorrow or the day after!

He had just harvested the crop of geniuses, and he still had no idea what to do with the ten million he had collected!

Being rich sure felt good!

"Ying!"

Little Spider paid no attention to the holiday, turning into the kitchen to prepare noodles for Gary.

What surprised Gary, however...

Was that Mousie, the hamster, didn’t rush to his sofa throne, but kept hovering in front of him.

Gary waved his hand and said,

" I didn’t expect you to be all wound up too. If you want to train in the Nightmare Prison, just tell Little Jade, she will take you in."

"Not that!!!"

Mousie’s fur stood on end. As an excellent work hamster who liked to clock in and out at regular times, it wouldn’t voluntarily overwork itself!

If anyone was going to overwork, it was its mouse incarnation!

Gary was somewhat puzzled, then noticed Mousie’s pleasing smile, and became instantly alert.

No one ever brings gifts unless they’re planning a swindle or a robbery!

Then he cleared his throat and said:

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Well..."

Mousie looked somewhat shy but ultimately resolved to speak righteously:

"As a responsible and ambitious Mousie, I need to step in at critical times to fight for benefits for the Mouse Incarnations. Cultivator, shouldn’t you grant the two sacrificed Mouse Incarnations some casualty compensation? After all, they made significant contributions!"

"??? "

Gary Smith was also startled, never expecting that this hamster had been waiting for him!

Seeing its "righteous" appearance, Gary knew that once he refused, this little guy would shift into "George Wood" mode. Even if he were to be rejected, he would persistently pester him!

Then, his rest time would be reduced!

Upon reflection, the Mouse Incarnations did indeed make significant contributions. Without them serving as bait, catching the Infant Angel wouldn’t have been so easy!

Gary Smith thought for a moment, and then he said:

"You have a point, then how about we give each Mouse Incarnation thirty packs of potato chips as compensation!"

Success!

Mousie was overjoyed, swallowing back a bunch of excuses he had prepared. However, he wasn’t the same Mousie that could easily be satisfied by the cultivator.

Mousie squeezed out a tear, waved his hand to conjure two portraits of the Mouse Incarnations that looked just like him, and said mournfully:

"They were like my siblings, my best pals!"

"Forty packs!"

"It was me who raised them, well no, guided them..."

"Fifty packs!"

"They must have suffered when they sacrificed themselves, but for this home and for the cultivator, they went resolutely..."

"Sixty packs!"

"I..."

Mousie tasted the sweetness and wanted to continue negotiating, but Gary Smith ruthlessly interrupted him with a roll of his eyes and said:

"Say another word, and you won’t get any!"

"The gone are gone, even a hamster has to learn to move forward!"

Mousie knew when to stop, and rubbing his paws together flashed a satisfied smile while also dropping a flattery:

"If the incarnations knew that the cultivator had given each of them sixty packs of potato chips, their spirits would rest in peace!"

Gary Smith rolled his eyes. Curious about this inherently greedy hamster, he asked:

"How much are you planning to give to the remaining Mouse Incarnations?"

This hamster would undoubtedly skim off the top!

But...

Gary Smith overestimated this fellow’s bottom line!

Mousie stood tall with his chubby little paws on his hips and said confidently:

"Why should I give any to the remaining Mouse Incarnations? This is death compensation, and they didn’t die, that would be quite unlucky. Besides, Tiny Mouse is Mousie, rounded up that’s like Mousie dying twice, so it should all go to me to help me recover from this painful loss more quickly!"

My goodness!

Your bottom line has hit rock bottom, becoming an abyss!

Feels like you’re on the verge of being hung on a lamppost by the Mouse Incarnations!!

Gary Smith was too exhausted to retort, and Mousie was gloating, already thinking about how to eat all those potato chips.

Actually, there was something it hadn’t told the cultivator.

The two sacrificed Mouse Incarnations were actually the most troublesome old veterans who always slacked off, not doing their work properly. With them gone, new members could be rotated in.

This would lower labor costs, and he could also receive some compensation from the cultivator!

How can it be called exploitation if it’s self-exploitation?

Gary Smith still didn’t know about Mousie’s evolved "capitalist" attribute. At the moment, he was watching as Little Spider brought in a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles.

A handful of green onions floated on the red soup like little green boats, and a sunny-side-up egg grilled golden brown lay calmly among the noodles, emitting a tempting aroma.

Not just Mousie, but Eggy too had a super large bowl, which made it happily somersault around Little Spider.

Gary Smith looked at this harmonious scene and smiled with ease.

What a...

Wonderful day!