My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1808 - 522: Lara Smith is Born! Phoenix of Creation! Evelyn Walker’s Gift!

Chapter 1808: Chapter 522: Lara Smith is Born! Phoenix of Creation! Evelyn Walker’s Gift!

As the words fell, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone gazed at the handsome youth, their eyes filled with admiration.

This time, it wasn’t fear of his authority that moved them, but the compelling force of his charisma.

Other geniuses worry about being surpassed, but he hopes more people will exceed him!

This is true vision.

Henry Harris’s father looked at him with appreciation; only such a genius is worthy of becoming the new king!

Henry Harris smiled bitterly, realizing the gap between himself and Gary Smith isn’t just talent—but a chasm of thought and perspective.

"Don’t strive to be him; aim to surpass him!" Averill Wuhan recited this phrase repeatedly, clapping his hands as he laughed: "This kid, truly worthy of being the greatest genius the Human Clan has produced in endless ages. Be it talent, poise, or character, he is unmatched in the mortal world."

Thomas Brown nodded slightly; Gary Smith’s expectations for the younger generation of the Alliance mirrored his deepest hope.

In the past, Gary Smith wasn’t obsessed with the throne in the sky but bowed down to wipe away the dust on the Human Clan—so that one day, everyone could rise as dragons.

Human nature is complex; even the greedy can become heroes, and the timid will protect their clans.

Gary Smith is the treasure Mother River bestowed upon the Human Clan!

And even if he exhausts himself entirely, he is determined to support him as the True King.

"Mother, when I said he’s the most exceptional man I’ve met, I wasn’t lying!" Willow Tennyson lifted her head high, like a child proudly showing off her favorite toy to her parents, a look of complete understanding on her face.

Willow Tennyson’s father twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at his beloved daughter who’d been stolen away, feeling a mix of emotions.

Yet he couldn’t deny that Gary Smith was the most heroic person he’d ever encountered—bar none!

"Alright, he doesn’t belong to you anyway, what are you so thrilled about? Haven’t you noticed how those women look at him like wolves eyeing meat?"

Willow Tennyson’s mother softly reminded her daughter, causing the latter’s expression to freeze and her joy to halt abruptly.

It’s true...

He doesn’t belong to her!

Moreover, Gary Smith likely only sees her as a little child.

Upon realizing this, Willow Tennyson withdrew into herself immediately.

Yet her mother continued to size up Gary Smith with an appreciative gaze, like a mother-in-law inspecting her son-in-law.

She sighed inwardly; if she weren’t already married, she might have been moved too.

These young girls today were really doing well for themselves!

"He bears the pain of the mortal world, yet spreads light across it."

Ginger Thorn looked at Gary Smith, her eyes brimming with affection.

Although this shameless man always liked to rebut her, slap her with waves, provoke her into tiger’s fury, and apply sunscreen to her body...

Despite outright saying she didn’t need him to take responsibility, he consistently cared for her, organizing everything on her behalf.

Like the sun within the mortal world, illuminating everyone.

To be close to him, to possess him briefly, was the greatest fortune of her life.

In the corner of the palace, Silas Davidson quietly sipped coffee, his lips faintly curved, and then...

Erased all the Black light information in his mind, ensuring it could never be traced back.

Though Gary Smith may not pay it any mind, Silas Davidson believed it was vital to leave him without vulnerabilities.

Serena Martin set down her Delicious Food, silently documenting this historic scene, emotions swirling within her as she muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear:

"Serena Martin, you’re such a coward, Autumn Martin, you too."

She loved history, loved uncovering ancient civilizations, listening to the echoes of the ages.

She believed they were the most precious treasures in the world, and for them, she’d risk anything—even death—for the romance of pursuit.

But while the dream was beautiful, its realization came at a harsh cost.

To avoid giving up halfway, she entrusted many things to Autumn Martin—a perfect version of herself.

Perhaps by deceiving history in this way, she could fool even herself.

Lately, though, she discovered that neither she nor Autumn Martin was still fixated on ancient civilizations.

They’d found something far more precious.

He didn’t need to unearth history; he...

Was creating history!

Yet this time, even Autumn Martin hesitated.

Feelings only hinder the efficiency of archaeology, but...

She was in love!

The Three Sisters of the Crimson Moon and Lilith had finally managed to secure the Dark Moon Demon King’s permission and rushed from the Abyss. As they entered the workshop, they heard this statement.

Rose of the Crimson Moon’s eyes shimmered with tears, her voluptuous thighs inching closer, the humidity in the air rising. She mused that the man she’d chosen was indeed excellent.

She reluctantly averted her gaze—not because she was tired of looking, but because she feared Little Dream would notice something.

Thinking about secretly being involved with Gary Smith behind her back and even having a child stirred waves of guilt within her.

How thrilling!

Dream of the Crimson Moon hadn’t noticed her sister’s peculiarity. From the moment she entered, her focus was locked on Gary Smith, eager to cuddle up to him.

It had been nearly one month since they last met, and Gary Smith’s energy reserves were already depleted.

"Terrible acting; only Little Dream wouldn’t catch on."

Crimson Moon Dawn followed behind, munching on a bun as she muttered from her lips.

How disgraceful to the Succubus Clan.

If she’d met Gary Smith first, they’d already have a second child by now.

Lilith had long gotten used to it, placing her last hope on Little Dawn.

The little girl’s face flushed red with excitement upon hearing this, nodding fiercely as she said: "I will definitely surpass Brother Gary!"

Everyone smiled at those words.

Even her father stroked her head without commenting.

Children truly are innocent and lovely, bearing the fearless spirit of newborn calves.

Yet Gary Smith’s smile didn’t falter; he cheered her on wholeheartedly. This time, he wasn’t merely indulging a child but was genuinely sincere.