My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1804 - 521: Gary Smith: Don’t Become Me, Surpass Me!

Chapter 1804: Chapter 521: Gary Smith: Don’t Become Me, Surpass Me!

The news of Gary Smith’s upcoming birthday spread like wildfire.

Three years ago, aside from his parents, no one would have cared about a little brat’s birthday, not even for a coming-of-age ceremony. Distant relatives, or those with merely ordinary relations, wouldn’t have bothered.

But now, the one celebrating his birthday is the Great General of the Borderland, the sole inheritor of the Daylight Bloodline, the Mortal World’s Sun, Nation Destroyer, Ancient Dragon of the Mortal World Rider, Star Mover, history’s strongest genius, the Borderland’s Uncrowned King, founder of the Bullying Tactics, enemy of the Gods, Multiracial Destroyer, strongest genius of the Chaos Era, unprecedented time-space Beastmaster, chaotic creator, master of warfare, Mysterious Realm War God, and so on...

"Father, there isn’t enough space here for all these people."

Henry Harris couldn’t help but complain to his father, only to earn a rebuke: "You’ve got the nerve to talk? Look at others’ achievements now," followed by a flick on his forehead that sent ripples of energy around his head, causing him to wince in pain.

Truth be told, Henry Harris still felt as though he was trapped in a dream-like daze.

After all, this was someone who had once stood in the same fighting arena as him—a borderland boy.

Yet now, Henry himself had only just barely reached Morning Star High Rank, relying on the ever-increasing spiritual power of the Chaos Era, while Gary Smith had become a super-elite figure that countless big families and top schools within the entire Alliance looked up to.

A mere stamp of his foot would trigger an earthquake across the entire Alliance!

The gap was simply too wide!

Over the past period, Henry Harris had lived in Gary Smith’s shadow, but now...

He was the very first opponent Gary Smith stepped over on his journey to the College Entrance Exam, though he was defeated in an instant. But history would surely record his name.

That was fame written into the annals of history!

Others wouldn’t even qualify to be defeated instantly by him.

Henry Harris couldn’t help but feel secretly proud.

Moreover, the Star Tomb Kingston Family, aside from being fined, was one of the only ten top families to escape calamity.

Perhaps it was due to their past connection as classmates that Gary Smith showed mercy.

Henry Harris’s father, observing his son’s expression, easily guessed what he was thinking and remarked in exasperation: "Do you really think the Star Tomb Kingston Family was spared because of that?"

"Was it not because we didn’t exploit the Dark Star Region’s civilian resources and, in addition, because your son—me—was kind-hearted, virtuous, and seen as a worthy opponent by Gary Smith?" Henry Harris said smugly, only to...

Receive another flick on the forehead.

"You fool!" Henry Harris’s father said, grief-stricken by his son’s cluelessness. "Do you truly think a weakling who’s defeated instantly would leave an impression on him? It was merely for the sake of balance and resources."

"What do you mean?" Henry Harris asked, clutching his head and eyeing his father suspiciously. Wasn’t it truly because he was too outstanding?

"We, of the Star Clan, may have retreated from the stage of the Dark Star Region, but if the strong among the civilians are allowed to develop freely, a new batch of Wicked Dragons would soon arise, ushering in another vicious cycle.

That’s the brilliance of the Great General’s dealings—guilt atoning through merit. He not only offered a glimmer of Hope to families of the Star Cluster who hadn’t committed grave sins, squeezing out their remaining value, but also managed to retain a batch of old forces from the Dark Star Region to balance the new forces, preventing any one group from dominating.

Especially since our Star Tomb Kingston Family’s ancestor, though tainted by the Primordial Starry Sky’s corruption, made the wisest decision—not competing with citizens, developing the Starry Realm. It was dangerous, yes, but it’s a vast Great World teeming with resources—a boundless domain several times richer than others. It’s essentially an inexhaustible money tree, akin to opening up new sources of wealth."

Now the Alliance recognizes the importance of the Starry Realm as well, but developing it is tremendously difficult. They need us to take the lead to maximize benefits. In short, we have strategic value."

Henry Harris’s father spoke until his throat was dry, observing his son, who seemed to half-understand but not quite, and sighed deeply at the disparity between people.

Gary Smith had no parents or family support, yet he had forcefully climbed to the top, dismembering domains with a single gesture and turning the Star Clan into obedient pieces under his command.

Meanwhile, his own pampered son, enjoying abundant resources, was still idling inside the Ivory Tower. Once back home, he decided he’d have to send Henry Harris deep into the Starry Realm, pushing him to his limits.

Henry Harris shivered, sensing someone speaking ill of him behind his back, though he couldn’t pinpoint the source. He hesitated and said, "But why..."

"You’re wondering why, even though Gary Smith has already let the Star Clan issue pass without focusing on us small fry, I still exhausted most of our family wealth to purchase entry to this birthday banquet, aren’t you?" Henry Harris’s father said calmly.

Indeed, while Gary Smith’s birthday banquet was being held, he disliked excessive noise and had only opened a limited number of spots to outsiders.

Elliot Pine oversaw the invitations.

They called them invitations, but given Gary Smith hardly had any friends, who these invitations went to depended on the "sincerity" of everyone else.

Henry Harris swallowed his words back down, unsure of what his father’s intentions were, and muttered quietly, "Gary Smith has already looted so much from the Star Clan. Surely he wouldn’t care about our few scraps, right?"

But upon hearing this, Henry Harris’s father gave him a look of profound stupidity, as though wishing he could start afresh with a brighter child. But ultimately, he sighed and patiently explained:

"Let me tell you a fundamental truth: giving gifts may not guarantee you’ll be remembered, but not giving gifts will certainly ensure you’re not forgotten."

"This new Great General has a very good memory."

Henry Harris instantly got it.

High emotional intelligence: Good memory.

Low emotional intelligence: Petty.

Especially since the Star Tomb Kingston Family was spared, leading many to speculate that they had some connection to Gary Smith. If they didn’t attend the banquet...

The Star Tomb Kingston Family would inevitably become prey for numerous Big Shots.

Nowadays, there was no Star Clan left to band together anymore.