My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 134 - 90: The First Legendary Level Skill! (Seeking Subscriptions, Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 134: Chapter 90: The First Legendary Level Skill! (Seeking Subscriptions, Monthly Tickets)_2

Though the odds were slim, Gary Smith dared not gamble on them.

If his identity were to be exposed, he’d pretty much by dog meat, facing the constant threat of a hidden Radiant Moon Overlord attacking him at any time.

When that happened, his only recourse would be to admit everything and seek the Alliance’s protection. If he were lucky, he’d only be deprived of his freedom and turned into a secret food-making machine. If he were not so lucky...

The implications were clear enough without saying.

He didn’t mind dying in pursuit of his ideals, but he didn’t want to die in such a suffocating way.

With that thought, his heart didn’t have a shred of hesitation as he chose to upgrade the skill.

In the blink of an eye, the Dweller of Darkness skill began to blur, and countless ancient texts flickered by.

The Mousie he held in his hand hadn’t changed in appearance, but its aura had instantly concealed itself, giving off a deep, mysterious vibe like that of the Abyss.

At this moment, the new skill was fully formed.

[Fate Protection: Lower Tier Legend Level, Passive Skill. Evolved from Dweller of Darkness. You will no longer be limited to the protection of darkness, and will gain protection from a tributary of the River of Destiny. It can shield all divination, spying, curses, etc., below the level of Kings.]

"A Legendary skill, truly terrifying!"

Excitement was etched on Gary Smith’s face. He had thought that merely being able to interfere with those above the Radiant Moon would be his bottom line, but he had not expected that all divination and spying under Kings would be ineffective.

After becoming a passive skill, it could reside within him at all times, so he didn’t need to worry about people divining his future.

It seemed that his active shielding ability had disappeared, but in reality, he could release a similar shadow barrier through Shadow Control skills. The shielding effect would continuously strengthen as Mousie grew stronger.

In this way, he didn’t need to worry about his cover being blown.

As for Kings being able to divine his future?

Putting aside the fact that these beings standing at the apex of the Human Clan had to deal with huge amounts of problems every day and take care of the entire Human Clan, they would not care about one or two pieces of information from the Borderland that seemed to defy Taboo.

If he was so prepared and still ended up facing a King, then he’d have to chalk it up to bad luck.

At worst, he’d admit to everything willingly and throw himself at the mercy of the powerful.

The Mousie that was still in Gary Smith’s hand and showing a relaxed post-event smoking expression was suddenly startled by the sudden emotional upheaval.

Was the Cultivator still angry?

No way, if this kept up, Mousie would miss out on the laid-back life it had been looking forward to for the latter half of its life. It must divert the Cultivator’s attention, so it volunteered:

"Cultivator, let’s go back quickly. Otherwise, the Red Rabbit will be incinerated. Let Mousie take action next. I’ve improved already. I’ll turn into a bird, pluck the lotus for you, and then you all can carry the Red Rabbit away."

At these words, Gary Smith gave Mousie a meaningful look and asked seriously:

"Are you sure?"

Mousie nodded its head like it was playing Whac-A-Mole. But Gary Smith didn’t say anything else. After casually throwing the Excavation Shark into the Void Treasure Chest, he led Mousie to a hidden corner by the basin. Then, he let Little Spider condense a Fog Crow.

"Caw caw!"

The purple Fog Crow soared into the sky, circled around, and flew towards the Earth Mother Lotus. Its speed was as fast as lightning.

It was only a few breaths away from plucking the Earth Mother Lotus.

However, just as it was about to touch the Earth Mother Lotus, countless flames suddenly surged out of the basin. Each flame was weak, but when their number reached a certain level, they turned into a sea of fire.

The entire basin was like a volcanic eruption, erupting instantaneously. Even though the Fog Crow had the advantage of being in the air and was not directly burned, its body was still set on fire.

"Caw!"

Before it could flap its wings and fly into the air, it was torn apart by an invisible Mental Strength, turned into countless pieces, fell into the sea of fire, and burned into ashes.

Mousie was taken aback at this scene and involuntarily shivered. The Cultivator standing next to it explained:

"There are hundreds of thousands of Red Fire Ants here, covering the entire basin, and they share a collective network with the Ant Queen. As long as they’re within a certain range, their consciousness is shared. You can deceive Red Fire Ants, but you can’t deceive the Ant Queen’s detection of Mental Strength, which can launch an attack instantly. In terms of range, it’s comparable to a hit from a Morning Star Level attack.

Of course, because the power is dispersed, the strength isn’t as exaggerated, but that’s not the key issue. Because after the flames, there will be a mental impact from the Red Fire Ant Queen. Are you sure you want to go?"

"No more..."

Mousie shook its head vigorously, looking at the flame-infested basin as if it were looking at a huge barbecue grill.

If it went in, wouldn’t it turn into a roasted hamster? Sprinkle some cumin on it and it’d be ready to serve.

Mousie asked cautiously, "Then...shall we leave?"

"So, you’re just going to abandon your Red Rabbit like this? You really are a heartless hamster!"

Gary Smith’s words were like an arrow piercing Mousie’s heart, which held its heart unsure how to retort.

It wasn’t heartless Mousie!

It was just that a big man stands between heaven and earth, can bend and straighten, can advance and retreat.

The small loss in front of it didn’t matter at all.

Mousie would seek revenge, ten years later!

Though Mousie never said it out loud, it wasn’t because it had a burst of courage, but because it realized that since the Cultivator wanted to deal with this guy, he must have thought of a good method.

Lifting its head, it indeed saw Gary Smith’s playful eyes, looking at it.

Mousie quickly drifted to Gary Smith’s shoulder, extended its little paw to pat his back as a way to curry favor, saying: