My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1782 - 514: White Fox Boss in Trouble! Domineering Over the Dark Star Region! The "Sun" that Illuminates the Mortal World!

Chapter 1782: Chapter 514: White Fox Boss in Trouble! Domineering Over the Dark Star Region! The "Sun" that Illuminates the Mortal World!

"That child—no, that girl—wait, neither seems right. Why is this person messaging me? Could it be they’ve successfully transformed into a Star Moon Titan?"

Gary Smith had nearly forgotten about this person. Not that his memory was failing him, but back then, he was utterly shaken by the strength of the Ancient Giants from the Star Clan, like an ant encountering a colossal mountain.

With his strength at the time, facing such towering Giants was akin to being extinguished by a single puff of air—he felt the utter crisis of life and death.

Add to that, he’d offended the Star Clan, especially the Leaf Clan, making his every step precarious, robbing him of peace and sleep.

In the end, only after sending their entire family off the road did he feel slightly reassured.

As for the Star Bay Linton Family, their foundation was even deeper than the Leaf Clan’s, especially with a surviving Ancient Ancestor struggling near the outskirts of the Primordial Starry Sky post-abnormality.

Back when Gary Smith, disguised as the Dusk Archbishop, purged the Leaf Clan, even then this ancestor borrowed his knife to cast external blame, recapturing control of family power and exhausting everything to revive himself.

Such an old, undying scoundrel certainly left a lasting impression on Gary Smith.

Which is why he planted Laurel Wood, the so-called Perfect Being, as a Nail within the family ranks, looking for an opportunity to replace the moon with a star.

Transforming into a unique lifeform—a Star Moon Titan!

If he could successfully steal this Ancient Ancestor, he might gain an additional Giant-level combat strength; at worst, it would create a huge headache for them.

Just...

Plans struggle to keep up with changes,

As his strength grew, standing at Heaven’s Peak and looking down, those former "mountains" now seemed like mere dust.

Forget about the fact that the opposition was already polluted, with the majority of their body distorted—if they were at their peak and even a hundred times stronger, they’d still amount to no more than ants crushed with a flip of his hand.

Pseudo-King-level combat prowess, whether among the Human Clan or the Multiracial, conferred the stature of a super big shot, loftily overlooking the masses.

Even the once-rowdy Star Clan, even the second-ranked Star Phoenix Clan, now remained silent.

Was it because the Star Phoenix Clan naturally preferred stillness?

It’s simply because they feared being dragged out and beaten by him.

Even if he roasted them into chicken, the Alliance at most would reprimand him a few times and punish him with three glasses of wine, secretly thanking him for helping solve a major issue.

After all, the Dark Star Region, for historical reasons, was once the Star Royal Dynasty. After its destruction, it became a dangerous forbidden zone.

Later, the Star Clan’s various ancestors explored and reclaimed it, inheriting the related legacies, establishing cities, thus leaving the traces of civilization—those mere hundred offspring.

When the Earth King established the Alliance, the founders of the Star Clan even voluntarily pledged loyalty and were thus bestowed the Star Nobility honor. Since manpower was scarce during the Alliance’s early years, they inherited the control over numerous cities.

The original Star Nobles were indeed a group of heroes; but as time passed, their descendants occupied the apex of every industry. freёwebnoѵel.com

Would you call them bad people?

Yet they did protect these cities from the attacks of the Cult of Evil God and Demons.

Would you call them good people?

Most of their family groups implemented policies of partial recruitment and partial suppression of geniuses among the commoners, becoming wicked dragons entrenched over the Dark Star Region.

Even numerous Alliance policies were exploited for their profit. With tax revenue reduced to one-tenth and ordinary commoners excluded from benefits, the overall development of the region not only failed to progress but regressed compared to its initial founding phase.

However, due to the ancestors’ merits, the Alliance couldn’t outright wield the knife against them. Moreover, the Star Clan, when united, especially the top ten families altogether, possessed a foundation rivaling that of Pseudo-Kings.

The True King could certainly intervene, purging all dissenters.

But the Supreme Council had long set the tone: no arbitrary interference in the progress of any Great Domain.

Over the long years, what hasn’t the True King witnessed? During the Dark Era, humans lived far more miserably—would you care to compare?

If the True King had to handle everything personally, might as well enforce the law to transform everyone into Dependents devoid of independent thought and send them to the Kingdom.

What’s more, removing the Star Clan would merely leave the Sun Clan or Moon Family to replace them—the upward shift of production resources is a historical inevitability.

The Alliance’s role is to resolve these contradictions, ensuring the Human Clan remains within a healthy cycle.

If the Star Clan successfully nurtures a True King, then their past misdeeds could be entirely absolved.

One more True King means one more chance at victory.

Beating the Multiracial would bring a new division of the cake, and the commoners of the Dark Star Region might finally receive recompense.

In the face of a grand era, the individual is infinitely insignificant!

"But back then, I operated under the guise of the Great Priest of the Dusk, not my true identity—what could she possibly want from me now?"

Gary Smith pondered deeply, then grabbed the Hamster busy watching the latest drama.

"Cultivator, what’s up?" The Hamster muttered while munching on potato chips.

Gary Smith didn’t respond—instead, he pressed its head, and the black, beady eyes projected a crimson screen.

To avoid being tracked by the Alliance’s brain intelligence when he left, the contact method he’d provided was the token created from a Mouse Incarnation, which allowed for real-time broadcasting.

On the other end.

Laurel Wood, dressed in luxurious silk pajamas, sat in an extravagant, decadent bedroom. She gazed at the token entwined with Dusk tentacles in her hand. Ever since acquiring it, food theft incidents frequently occurred within the Wood Family, along with the sound of "crunch-crunch" chewing at night. The TV set often remained turned on, books scattered across the floor, etc...

It was completely like some kind of Evil Artifact!

Yet Laurel Wood wasn’t afraid; instead, she felt a faint trace of anticipation to see that figure again.