My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 989 - 299: Gary Smith Walking the Saintess! Shocking Imperial Capital University! Multiracial Battlefield! (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 989: Chapter 299: Gary Smith Walking the Saintess! Shocking Imperial Capital University! Multiracial Battlefield! (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2

Ginger Thorn fell silent because survival of the fittest is a law of the world, and the doctrine of the Thorn Church is to carry the suffering of all beings, to bring happiness to them all.

All beings, not just humans.

When a nun of the Thorn Church asked her if she was willing to follow the doctrine, Ginger Thorn lied to avoid disappointing them, saying she would.

But in reality, she was just a selfish person who only wanted to protect humans, to hold up an umbrella for more weak and kind people, unwilling to bear the pain for evildoers and those who harm others.

Why...

Why should they be able to attain redemption just by laying down their butcher knives!

While the kind-hearted have to suffer pain.

They, who clearly have done no wrong!

Perhaps it was because of this lie that she was always plagued by nightmares.

But now,

Gary Smith gave her the chance to choose again.

’Even if it’s just a dream...’

But this time, Ginger Thorn chose to nod her head.

"Very good!"

Gary Smith nodded in satisfaction and slowly reached out his hand toward the nest, grasping at the void.

The nesting bird instantly burst, turning into a pile of blood and flesh, causing the chicks to scatter in panic, emitting terrified cries.

"Screech—"

The Overlord of the Man-eating Tree Eagle cried out sharply upon seeing Gary’s actions.

The next moment, it saw the nest and the Man-eating Ancient Tree being set ablaze, all of the man-eating bird chicks incinerated in the flames.

The Overlord of the Man-eating Tree Eagle wailed unceasingly, shedding tears of blood, before being torn apart by the pure white radiance.

Ginger Thorn stared blankly into the flickering flames, lost in thought.

However, Gary Smith did not stop there but launched a genocidal assault on several devil nests that were part of the attack on Human City, with a massive number of demons fleeing in terror at the figure in the sky.

All demons who dared to look at him with hatred were mercilessly crushed by him.

He ruled the Great Earth with an absolutely domineering posture!

"Remember, for those who wish to inflict pain upon themselves, let them feel tenfold, a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold of pain, and if that still doesn’t solve the problem, then solve the being who is causing the problem," Gary Smith said slowly.

He never let spiritual exhaustion from enemies affect him, as he was always kind-hearted, not bothering to take issue with the dead.

Listening to this villain-like monologue, Ginger Thorn looked at him with complex emotions.

Indeed, even the Gary Smith in the dream was exactly the same as him.

If beings caused him pain, then he would annihilate until all fell silent, such actions contrary to the Thorn Church’s concept of bearing pain for all beings.

But this behavior made Ginger Thorn feel, for the first time in a dream...

Exhilaration!

But what she wanted to know more was why such a Gary Smith bore pain comparable to that of the world?

Ginger Thorn didn’t know, but she could do one thing.

Obtaining the Eye of the Sin King might help Gary Smith alleviate that endless pain and bring him fortune, and with his ability, he was sure to do better than she ever could, saving even more people!

It would be a perfect full stop to her own failed life!

Just as Ginger Thorn was about to express her gratitude, "Gary Smith..."

Before she could finish speaking, the world before her eyes changed, and she slowly opened her eyes only to see Gary Smith standing in front of her, dressed in casual clothes.

From Dreamland... back to reality!

Gary Smith, too, had just returned from the Mother River and then felt the fluctuating aura outside, confused, and changed into the new clothes woven by Little Spider before heading out.

And there was Ginger Thorn, dressed in the characteristic clothes of a Thorn Church nun, leaning in the corner, her body shaking slightly, her ample thighs uncharacteristically bare of black silk, covered in sweat, reflecting a jade-like luster in the sunlight shining through the glass window, with the Thorn Ring slowly tightening around them.

Her expression alternating between agony and joy...

Yep, something’s wrong!

No wonder she’s a Saintess Candidate of the Thorn Church, indeed seems spicier than regular nuns.

Originally, Gary had wanted to greet her, but he heard Ginger Thorn call out his name.

That made him feel a bit awkward, though he knew what she actually cared about was the pain spreading from the Taboo Curse Mark on his body, which, once eliminated, could bring him the top-level grace of the Mother of Thorns.

He just never expected...

That she’d be daydreaming about it!

As Gary looked at the dazed Ginger Thorn, to prevent this Richwoman from getting outraged, he offered an exit:

"While I don’t mind being the object of your dreams, please be gentle when doing so, and if possible, pay a little Copyright Fee," he said.

"..."

After recovering, Ginger Thorn looked at Gary jokingly and said seriously:

"Fine, then let’s add another million!"

If she could win the crown of the Saintess battle, money was meaningless to her, and although eighty million was already the limit, she could sell her personal items for cash.

At least, she could help him a bit more!

’One million added just like that, is this what being a Richwoman is?’ Gary thought in amazement at Ginger Thorn’s boldness, realizing that men grow luckier through frequent interactions with women of wealth and affluence.

Away with you, Poor God!

Gary unapologetically accepted it and curiously asked:

"How long have you been here?"

How long had she been waiting that she fell asleep?

"Just arrived," Ginger Thorn answered, then feeling the excuse sounded too fake, added, "I’ve been a bit tired these past two days, easily dozing off."

Gary nodded without further inquiry, sparing Ginger Thorn some face and said:

"Did you ever go to college?"

"No," Ginger Thorn shook her head. She was raised in the Thorn Church since she was young, taught by dedicated missionary nuns, spending most of her time either in prayer or battling demons or taking care of children at the Orphanage.