My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 39 - 36 Dead Eye Tyrant!
Chapter 39 -36: Dead Eye Tyrant!
Supreme beings!
(Two-in-one chapter) _2
Chapter 39 -36: Dead Eye Tyrant!
Supreme beings!
(Two-in-one chapter) _2
The Matriarch is the deity worshipped by the Eye Demon Clan.
This is not a trivial deity of the small world, but a great existence that is truly acknowledged by the Mother River, an existence that transcends all creatures.
How different is obtaining the tears of such a supreme being from going to the thunder zone to party?
At least the latter leaves a charred corpse, but the former may lead to extracting the soul for eternal torment!
Lilith’s rich experience has made her affirm that this is true, and she finally understood why the Dead Eye Tyrant is so hard to come into existence.
These conditions are not something humans can fulfill, the stakes in here are much too high, involving the arrangements of high-dimensional beings.
Naturally, the only ones who can meet these requirements are like the children of destiny, the protagonists of luck.
The remaining Eye Demons, even if they consume their entire lives, cannot gather any of the required materials.
Even she cannot accomplish this.
Unless…
There could be a chance if Your Highness takes a shot!
Lilith’s thoughts flowed finally sighed, the cabinet door suddenly opened, and several tendrils of tree roots spread out, surging towards Gary Smith.
Before Gary Smith could resist, Lilith’s voice rang in his ear:
“Do not resist, or I may regret it!”
Gary Smith let down his guard and was bound by a large number of roots, then sent into the cabinet, which snapped shut with a ‘pa’ sound.
Unexpectedly, the inside of the cabinet was not filled with twisted scenes of blood and guts as he thought, instead, it was filled with an elegant fragrance, inside were engraved runes as dazzling as the star cluster, shining brightly, bringing a trace of light to the endless darkness.
In his surroundings, there was a lot of beautiful clothes floating in the void, formal wear and lacy sexy outfits.
Only the ones meant for the upper body were quite large, and clearly did not fit the Dream of the Crimson Moon, though it was not clear who they were for.
Could they belong to the Rose of the Crimson Moon?
Even though he had entered an area of darkness and accepted the bindings, like some sort of prelude to an unusual play, Gary Smith was very calm, not worrying about being violated or having his memories invaded.
It’s not because he unconditionally trusts this Succubus Wardrobe.
It’s because…
Having the taboo memory and the Key of Truth, he is essentially a big bomb.
Killing him directly does no harm, but if someone touches these memories, they are seeking a path to death.
Under the taboos, whoever sees his memories must take a detour, spitting before they leave!
While he was deep in thought, Lilith’s voice filled with suppressed delight rang out:
“Darling, you’re really strong.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have amazing vitality.
I feel like the wardrobe is about to be filled.
But you really are a naughty child.
Usually, you must get proper sleep…”
Accompanying these strange words, a set of complex arrays overlapped in front of him, emanating a pink breeze that grazed his body, making Gary Smith feel as if he was soaked in a hot spring, his body softening.
“Ah—comfortable!”
The mental strength, which was initially depleted by opening the “Proficiency Panel” for Little Spider, quickly replenished, allowing Gary Smith to stand up again.
This is simply the Transcendent World version of a nutrient vat.
Other succubi only drain you, but the giant wooden cabinet in front of you will fill you up.
I love it!
If possible, he really wants to lay in here all the time.
Not only could it prevent nightmares from attacking, but he could also enter the dreamland to power-up Little Spider.
He could definitely become stronger very rapidly, just like a rocket launching.
Too bad this is a VIP treatment that can only be enjoyed by paying.
Of course, he could also reveal the remaining top evolutionary routes to continue trading for the other party’s help, but that would be too conspicuous.
Anyone with a slightly normal brain would know that he is hiding a huge secret.
After the mental strength was replenished, the Succubus Wardrobe manipulated the roots to continuously etch spirit texts in the void, a kind of mysterious text born from ancient times and containing spiritual power.
Spirit energy with a touch of starry splendor emerged from the gold and outlined each spirit text.
Shining with glory and together forming an intricate array, they formed a mysterious ritual pattern.
Gary Smith attempted to record one letter but forgot it in an instant.
He tried to activate the Eye of Truth, and surprisingly, it perfectly recorded the letter.
However, his mental strength rapidly depleted, and a sense of fatigue set in once again.
However, he was quickly filled up by Lisa Brown, essentially entering an infinite blue bar mode.
He had a bold idea!
And put it into action and started learning, after all, he had paid the tuition fees!
“Such a cunning young man.”
At first, Lilith didn’t care, thinking that spiritual power could be replaced, but the capacity of a human soul is limited.
She saw it as a minor thing, a small bonus granted to the evolution path of Dead Eye Tyrant, she was lending him a bit of her spirit.
However, as Gary Smith continued the exhausting and refilling process over forty times, even she was barely hanging on.
Startled, she made a mental note.
“Is this guy a monster, recording so many magic marks at once without affecting his soul?”
While the magic marks are not as old as the primal symbols from the creation of the world, they are also ancient transcriptions made by old beings, containing mysterious energy.
Recording a single symbol is a load on the soul.
Even for her, a genius of the magical arts, her highest record was fifty-three symbols in one day.
And that was because the king helped smooth her soul disturbance, anyone else just could not handle it.
After finishing the embodiment of the ritual, Lilith could no longer hold it back.
Gary had learned fifty-seven symbols, and she threw the still energetic lad aside, complaining:
“Darling, you really are a naughty boy.
Everyone else makes their girl feel fulfilled, but you just emptied me out, that’s so unfair!”
“Oops…”
In embarrassment, Gary Smith offered a sheepish smile.
He had been caught red-handed shearing the sheep.
Lilith didn’t press further on the matter but continued in a more tired tone:
“The inscription on the back of your hand is a golden-level ritual I’ve been researching to combat nightmares.
It should be easy for you to fend off that monster.
Now, go out and make some money.
Don’t forget to bring back a gift next time, love you!”
Gary wisely didn’t ask why he should bring a gift.
Looking at the symbol on his hand, he suddenly remembered winter jasmine from his previous life.
Wait a minute, wasn’t that a symbol for females?
He wondered what he looked like with it…
However, after studying the effect of this golden-level secret rite, Gary suddenly felt that the world was free and no one ought to be discriminated against for anything.
Right, it would just disappear when he was done.
He would cover it up for the time being.
After sitting for a while and unable to bear the flirtatious comments from the Succubus Wardrobe, Gary Smith got up and departed.
Back in the villa’s living room,
Lilith turned to Dream of the Crimson Moon, curiously asking:
“Do your sisters know he can touch you?”
Crimson Moon Dream lowered her head, remaining silent.
Lilith exclaimed in surprise: “Interesting, really interesting that you would also have this sense of possession, as the hope of the Succubus clan…
you should behave this way…”
This child was the most indifferent and selfless of the three sisters.
It almost seemed like she was the Holy Son of Heaven.
That made people feel sorry for her.
However, in response to Lilith’s advice, Dream of the Crimson Moon seemed to wake up from a dream.
She looked up, her eyes full of confusion, and asked:
“Didn’t the comics elder sister gave me say ‘Silk Slasher’?
Why didn’t he understand my feelings after walking past him so many times today?
Do I need to make a love potion like in the stories…”
“…”
Is this all?
Damn it!
If I had your looks, I would have three-month-old children by now after just one hug and one push!
Even considering using a love potion!?
What a disgrace to the Succubus clan!
And what’s this story of yours about drugging people?
Is that even legit?!
Offended, the domineering elder sister, disguised as a wardrobe, stopped talking and flew back into the kitchen to prepare some food.
God, I hate love stories!
Dream of the Crimson Moon tilted her head, puzzled as to why Lilith was angry, but since she couldn’t ask today, she would ask next time how to make a love potion.
She returned to her room, turned on the light, and found her room walls plastered with Gary Smith’s photos – every angle, every moment.
Even the subject himself would be confused about when they were taken.
Dream of the Crimson Moon flopped onto the bed, holding one of the new photos.
It was a picture of Gary returning home yesterday, the orange sunset reflected on his face as if it were covered in a layer of dazzling light.
She held the photo to her chest, as if merging it with her own body.
Her pupils formed into heart shapes, and her Succubus tail rose.
The suppressed emotions were constantly colliding with her soul.
She muttered:
“Gary Smith…”
Eventually, her emotions broke through the threshold, flooding her rationality like a raging river…
ps: A huge chapter of forty-two hundred words.
