My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 969 - 294: Destroy the World’s Death Knell! Looting a Realm! Gary Smith Makes a Killing! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_3

Chapter 969: Chapter 294: Destroy the World’s Death Knell! Looting a Realm! Gary Smith Makes a Killing! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_3

Upon seeing Gary Smith, Edward Han bent his knees and knelt on the ground, speaking in a raspy voice:

"Descendant of a sinner, I pay my respects to the great Mr. Smith!"

"I am not great, just on the correct path," Gary Smith shook his head, eyeing the old man before him with interest, "But I am quite curious, what means have you prepared in these twenty years?"

"The Dark Lord Association!" Edward Han answered honestly.

"Edward Han, are you thinking of reneging on our agreement?"

As soon as the words fell, an ice-cold voice rose, and the entirety of the Golden Throne’s surroundings trembled, revealing massive walls of gold that formed an impenetrable cage, detaining the figure seated on the throne.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The next moment, a large number of figures clad in the black robes of the Dark Lord Association burst forth from the Royal Palace.

Leading them was Benjamin Harris!

To surface in the Golden Hometown, it was naturally the real Benjamin Harris, not an avatar created by an Avatar Curse.

Looking down at Edward Han on the ground, Benjamin Harris spoke with disdain:

"Nobles are truly spineless creatures. Now that the opponent has entered the Golden Hometown, no matter what Cursed Beast it is, its strength will be suppressed. But this guy, could he really be the same one who killed my avatar, a humanoid King of Curses?"

Edward Han kept his head low, offering no response.

Feeling bored, Benjamin Harris harbored some doubts about the truthfulness of the description, but given that a major figure like Edward Han was this frightened, it was highly probable that he possessed an extremely fearsome Cursed Beast.

Unlike the additive path, he walked the subtractive path, seeking emptiness through reduction, gradually replacing the fragile human body with Cursed Beasts to attain balance, and ultimately using consciousness to control everything and reach the "concept of emptiness."

Over the past twenty years, he had successfully replaced his internal organs with different Cursed Beasts, only lacking the final physical body to achieve the perfect concept of "emptiness."

To become the new King of Curses!

This man’s strength might just be what he needed to take the final step!

"Take him away!"

Fearing a prolonged nightmare, Benjamin Harris decided to have him taken away for consumption.

However, several Dark Lord Association members approaching suddenly broke apart into pieces, their blood and organs scattering along with the fragments of the Golden Cage.

The stench of blood pervaded the air!

Gary Smith sat unmoved on the throne, as his gaze, adrift in pure white radiance, fell upon the numerous Dark Lord Association members.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Like fireworks, all of them blew up in succession, turning into clouds of blood that coated the surface of the gold with a layer of blood.

"The gold has failed!?"

Witnessing this scene, Benjamin Harris’s gaze trembled with shock. His first instinct was to flee!

Using an entire nation’s gold, the Golden Hometown could suppress the power of any Cursed Beast. Until the Awareness King showed the ability to ignore gold, he even believed that the King of Curses could be suppressed.

Which is why he had struck a deal with Edward Han, plotting a coup in the shadows to usurp control of the Golden Hometown.

But he hadn’t expected...

That the man before him would simply ignore the effect of gold!

Meaning that this was...

A humanoid King of Curses!

Watching Benjamin Harris fleeing, Edward Han opened his mouth and reminded, "Mr. Smith, he holds the key and the treasure map to the deepest treasure of the Golden Hometown. He found them when he sneaked into the tomb of the third pope; they are most likely objects brought from the Black Tide by my ancestors."

Edward Han had never betrayed, for the Spirit Worm was not a Cursed Beast; even the strength was not his own, signifying he had no right to defy Mr. Smith.

Only after learning this secret did he deliberately perform a play, luring the Dark Lord Association into a trap, thus obtaining the ultimate secret of the Golden Hometown.

Now, the time had come to close the net.

"You despicable little..."

Upon hearing these words, Benjamin Harris couldn’t help but break down. Just as he was about to curse loudly, he felt his body frozen in the Void, unable to move an inch.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

His limbs began to be devoured by the Void little by little, the intense pain assaulting his brain, causing him to let out pained howls.

"No... I can’t just die like this!"

Benjamin Harris was not afraid of death; otherwise, he wouldn’t have split himself into many through Curse Techniques, all for the pursuit of the ultimate path.

His only fear was that his path remained incomplete, so he roared loudly:

"Mr. Smith, the treasure map has already been destroyed by me, and through different pieces of information, it’s hidden within a vast amount of memories. Even if you try reading the memories, you will need the different marks on the Cursed Beasts within me to locate the memory coordinates for restoration.

If you kill me, the Cursed Beasts will riot, breaking the seals and becoming completely disordered. But if you choose to spare me, I will use it as a bargaining chip for my life and become a loyal dog at your feet."

Of course, Benjamin Harris did not completely trust Edward Han, the political creature, so he had left a bottom card to save his own life in advance.

Seeing Gary Smith pause for a moment, he thought he had a chance at survival. However, the next moment, his body was instantly pierced by numerous black Spirit Threads, with the Cursed Beasts within becoming nutrients for the Spirit King Curse Line, leaving not even ashes behind.

Watching this unfold, Edward Han was also left stupefied, unable to finish his sentence.

Without the coordinates, seeking an object within the Golden Hometown, as vast as a city, was almost like searching for a needle in the ocean.

Gary Smith withdrew his gaze, his expression undisturbed, as if the being he’d crushed was not the infamous Dark Lord Association, but just an ant.

But in some ways, it was much the same.

If he hadn’t yet been promoted to Morning Star, Benjamin Harris with his talent for researching Cursed Beasts would have been considered a fine asset.

Controlling him, coupled with exporting Cursed Beasts, had the potential to lead a revolution for the Curse Department BeastMasters of the Main World, bringing in at least a few billion in income each year.