My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1781 - 513: Apocalyptic God! Gary Smith: I am in the Mortal World, The Gods shall not descend!_3

Chapter 1781: Chapter 513: Apocalyptic God! Gary Smith: I am in the Mortal World, The Gods shall not descend!_3

Gary Smith’s expression was filled with surprise; he had already realized the opponent’s identity.

It had been mentioned earlier that the Imperial City had another name in the past.

Earth Capital!

And he, the man who single-handedly negotiated with the Kings, guiding the establishment of the Supreme Council and the Alliance, was none other than—the Earth King!

The unyielding determination of the Great Earth bore fruit, living up to his name, embodying profound virtue and holding the essence of humanity’s survival upon his shoulders.

The other Kings nodded slightly in acknowledgment, whether sincere or merely formal, recognizing Gary Smith’s position within the Human Clan.

Only the King of Order’s gaze carried a trace of subtle resentment.

This man just refuses to live peacefully!

He’s always stirring things up!

As the Kings dispersed, Gary Smith also left; the Ancient Dragon affair had come to an end.

However, the related intelligence was not disclosed to the Human Clan but was instead circulating within the upper echelons.

Listening to the events that transpired in the Ancient Dragon Dream Realm, all the geniuses involved appeared dazed.

They had become mere tools under Gary Smith’s control, their lives and deaths no longer their own, and yet, the chief culprit not only remained alive but also successfully transformed his pet beast into an Ancient Dragon.

He had achieved pseudo-king-level combat strength!

Now, he was among the strongest individuals beneath the True Kings.

Even the Ancient Giants, let alone the direct offspring of True Kings, did not all achieve promotion to such heights!

The Ecological Lord was a monumental threshold, capable of founding top-level races and claiming entire ecosystems.

As for the pseudo-king rank, it demanded exceptional talent, resources, and fortune.

Once, the Border Lord, Deep Red Hundred Eye Dragon King, who slaughtered the incarnation of a god descending to the Mortal World, had only reached this rank.

Countless individuals lived out their lives without ever reaching this rank.

Yet Gary Smith achieved it in just three years.

Never mind inheriting the Daylight Bloodline; the current Daylight Bloodline paled in comparison to the value of his own bloodline.

He showed everyone through action...

If you’re weak, then practice more!

On that day, numerous geniuses experienced shattered spirits and twisted spiritual paths. If not for the protection of their respective factions, they might have succumbed to immediate abnormality.

Within the Human Clan, the reactions were tumultuous.

Among them, Smith Davies returned and chose to enter seclusion voluntarily, processing the abyss of emotions he had acquired during this ordeal.

However, for the Alliance as a whole, the emergence of a new pseudo-king was not merely an enhancement of human strength but also a chance to carve up a new piece of the profit pie.

The True Kings were indifferent, yet...

Mortals surviving beneath the root tendrils of these towering trees saw vast factions recalibrating their allegiances.

If fortune favored them, some might seize this wave to ascend heights never seen before.

If not for the tacit stillness of the Star Clan, many would have jumped to ingratiate themselves with Gary Smith, even serving as blades in his favor.

Suddenly, undercurrents surged within the Alliance.

But as far as Gary Smith was concerned, life was not all that different from before, if anything, even quieter.

Ellie, on the other hand, felt as if she were in a dream.

She had prepared for a prolonged battle, yet in the blink of an eye, she found herself a servant to a pseudo-king.

Far surpassing the position of the True King’s direct offspring!

After all, in the Transcendent World, the great power resides solely within oneself, unlike the hierarchical authority depicted in women’s fiction, which relies on alliances and politicking.

If anyone disobeys, you simply crush them!

Taking the chance, Gary Smith liquidated vast quantities of unnecessary resources and legendary traits, exchanging accumulated war merits for an immense amount of resources, which he used to elevate the strength of his pet beasts and dependents.

By now, the population restrictions on his factions had entirely lifted, especially for entities like Eggy and the Meadow, which required vast numbers of souls to fill their ranks.

Furthermore, contributions from the Faceless Opera House, bestowed by the Faceless God, were included.

Indeed, to maximize utility, Gary Smith had developed the habit of opening the Faceless Opera House for every major event.

Not simply for the sake of exploiting resources, but because the Faceless God took pleasure in it. As His most devoted follower, Gary Smith naturally acted in His interest.

The goal was to evoke the greatest delight, perhaps even pulling Him from his divine throne like Mousie had.

Unfortunately, the deity remained veiled in mystery—even whether the Faceless God was merely a vestige remained an enigma.

Even the Eye of Truth offered scant information on Him.

"Although lately this guy’s rewards have been increasingly stingy. Last time, He gave me the Ancient Spear. This time, all He delivered was a leftover rock."

Gary Smith gazed at the stone in his hand. Though he grumbled aloud, he was inwardly rather satisfied.

It was called the World-breaking Stone, a divine material from the depths of the Mother River, its form preserved through countless eons of erosion.

Thus, it held suppressive power over worlds and could inflict devastating damage.

Ordinary Great Existences struggled to collect such material.

Of course, it was ineffective against the Main World, but its usefulness against top-tier Great Worlds was clear, and it could even be employed to breach the divine lands of certain Great Existences.

Still, its actual application required numerous preconditions and preparations—the gods wouldn’t exactly stand still to let themselves be killed.

Regardless...

The timing of its arrival was undeniably fortuitous!

Gary Smith pondered silently, unconcerned by whatever plans the Faceless God might have; as long as the deity dared to give, he dared to accept.

Let Him come settle the account, whether after Gary’s ascension to Great Existence or return to Taboo.

Initially, Gary intended to enjoy a period of peace, digesting his recent gains. Yet barely three days later, the calm was shattered by a particular piece of news.

It originated from the long-silent Dark Star Region.

The sender of the message was...

Laurel Wood of the Star Bay Linton Family!