My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 28 - 26 Ancient Shadow (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 28 -26: Ancient Shadow (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 28 -26: Ancient Shadow (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

It sounds impressive,

but he really isn’t!

He is simply an ordinary Beastmaster who has just been promoted to the Red Copper Stage and is being pursued by the Beast of Nightmare.

However, it seems like it could be…

Gary Smith suddenly thought of something,

He had once witnessed the Taboo Sun without any repercussions.

The Eye of Truth emphasized that even when he witnessed a scenario without abnormalities, even if it was a taboo memory, it only attracted monsters, rather than corroding his soul.

Does this imply that as the Master of the Gate, he possesses part of the Taboo status level?

Even though it’s a low-end version, its only effect is that it will not be washed away by the high-dimensional information of the corresponding Taboo pollution, but the related memory will still be turned into a curse.

As for the counterattack capacity, he just tested it, but he still can’t use it actively.

Unless someone directly targets the Key of Truth for exploration, even if they directly divine him, it will not trigger the counterattack of the Key of Truth.

There’s a sense of “the weak aren’t worthy of being my master”.

This tsundere version is outdated, it should be withdrawn from the internet!

Give me a freebie Sky-Dropped System to replace it!

Gary Smith complained in his heart, but not with disappointment because at least he knows one use of the Key of Truth.

Unless necessary, he doesn’t want to wake up those strange lights and shadows.

That fleeting glimpse just now made him feel the danger.

Because these creatures…

Are beyond his control.

Just like a scumbag man who only sows his seeds and doesn’t care for them.

He who desires the crown must bear its weight.

The power of Taboo also comes with its cost.

But if it comes down to life and death, he would not hesitate to be like an exploding truck, and perish with the opponent.

This speculation might be a contest of wits with thin air, but at least the result seems plausible.

Gary Smith kindly reminded, “In that case, Senior Sister, you should use your ability less…”

This time you met a fake like me, next time if you meet a real one, it would be the end.

“Why shouldn’t I use it?”

Clarissa Johnson’s hair swayed, her excitement evident as she said, “The more these minions of Taboo roam, the more it indicates that there are massive secrets hidden in ancient history, with endless potential for excavation.”

Nope, there are no secrets,

Woman, don’t get so excited!

Because I did it!

Gary Smith was stunned, then heard Clarissa Johnson continue saying:

“But you’re right; we can’t just rush in recklessly.

That would be a pointless death.

So we must work hard to increase our strength and find or research some methods to contend with them.

We might even be able to bypass these distorted shadows and the Taboo existence, the Ancient Shadow, and uncover the secrets of past ages hidden.”

“As your senior sister, I want to tell you, once you start seeking knowledge, it’s not you looking for it and it’s not knowledge looking for you.

Instead, it’s relentlessly pursuing you like hunting dogs chasing rabbits.

You can’t stop once it has started, and I am now being corroded by it.”

“Moreover, the Ancient Bookworm can provoke the Taboo’s mutation, which might be related to the River of History.

If we can thoroughly research it, we might find the Ancient Bookworm’s correct evolutionary path.”

It’s me corroding you!

Even though I don’t know how to retort, this theory of ‘knowledge pursuing people’ seems to make sense to Gary Smith.

It accurately describes the mysterious nature of this Beastmaster world.

Like the Taboo Curse Mark, even if you survive, you will always suffer the malevolence of fate.

Once you have made contact with the mysteries, there is no going back; otherwise, you will be ruthlessly devoured.

And what’s really embarrassing,

Did Clarissa Johnson even choose a nickname for him?

Why call him Ancient Shadow!

He disconnected the ancient history and buried everything under his own shadow – a Great Existence.

Although it’s a bit embarrassing, my pseudonym is much cooler than me…

Clarissa Johnson’s words left him speechless.

Although the reasoning process was over the top and silly, the conclusions were all correct!

The information given by the Eye of Truth did mention that reckless exploration and changing of history will result in being hunted down by a mysterious existence.

However, he’s a fake, so there won’t be any more strange shadows.

This crisis has made Clarissa Johnson prepared for the future, any future exploration will be more cautious.

To some extent, it avoided numerous threats to her life.

Moreover, the evolution of the Ancient Bookworm is indeed related to the River of History.

The fragments that birthed the Ancient Bookworm could wash away in the River of History.

Other fragments in the book might also be in some segment of history.

If Clarissa Johnson does find them, she’d have the chance to evolve the Ancient Bookworm into an Ancient Scholar Butterfly, summoning historical projections at her disposal.

Isn’t this woman a personification of destiny, a Child of the World, or some character like that?

Playing mind games with thin air, yet gain loads of correct knowledge.

She is just a rehash of my ability!

Is it still okay to curry favor with her?

Gary Smith felt like he was a side character.

Following the rules, he should say something like “Such terror…

She’s courting her own doom.”

“You’re right, studying history is indeed the right way!”

Like a traveler who found a lighthouse in the dark, Serena Martin’s dazzling eyes revealed the fanaticism of a scientist.

Having found a new direction for historical research by sheer luck, she was immediately restless and jumped back on her lion faced deer, called out without looking back:

“Junior brother, I’ve already recorded the video.

After I cut out that polluted part, I’ll hand it in to the school for you, and points will be automatically added to your account.

I have to go now!”

At this time, the giant lion faced deer, which had been under strange shadowy pressure, finally recovered its breath.

It instantly regained its dominance as a beast of Leadership Stage, and dramatically bounded away, seemingly to escape the place that had psychologically traumatized it.

Watching her leave, Gary Smith shook his head and remarked, “What an odd senior sister…”

Though things had taken a strange turn, he successfully kept his secret hidden in the end.

However, this incident reminded him not to underestimate anyone.

Until he found a pet beast of Time or Fate System, he would have to conceal his actions with Space power every time he performed extraction.

Since everything was done, Gary naturally had no reason to stay.

He took the Little Spider and went straight home.

Walking on the road, the eyes he now received from the crowd reflected a mixture of fear and curiosity, a far cry from the previous stares of contempt and disdain.

Some even greeted him proactively.

The news of his previous battle had obviously spread throughout the school.

As Mr.

Yang had said, when you reach a certain height, the whole world will treat you with politeness.

For this, Gary only nodded his head in acknowledgment.

He neither showed pride nor familiarity, responding with neutrality.

This steady attitude made many people regret not attempting to build a relationship with him.

But Gary didn’t care what they thought.

Being born into mediocrity and drowned in the sea of mankind was the fate of many people and the mindset of his previous life.

But in this world, power could be grabbed with a clenched fist, and true might was about individual strength.

An individual could surpass a collective!

Therefore, he didn’t need to wear a mask here.

He could pursue the life he wanted, explore this vast and magnificent world, and even play chess with the Taboo Existences who treated mortals as sustenance and heroes as chess pieces to gain true freedom.

Even if in the end…

Dying on the high altar of ideals would be a kind of romance.

Passing by the guard room, Gary slowed his steps.

Not because he wanted to see the stunned look on old man Sinclair’s face, but because he found the sunset scenery was just too beautiful, and he wanted to walk slower.

After strolling back and forth three times without seeing anyone come out, Gary looked in the window and found old man Sinclair was about to have dinner with his dog, Oliver Thomas.

A dish of pickled bamboo shoots, a plate of fried peanuts, two big braised chicken legs, two bowls of fragrant rice, and two cups of white wine.

Listening to the music coming from the radio, their simple life seemed so cozy!

The sight made him want to become a gatekeeper, saving himself four decades of detour.

Old man Sinclair glanced at Gary through the window and pretended not to see him.

Oliver Thomas looked forward to the meal, not concerning himself with anything outside.

Feeling strongly criticized about this deliberate ignorance from old man Sinclair, Gary grumpily left.

Old man Sinclair took a sip of his wine, squinting one eye and revealing a cunning smile.

The wrinkles on his face gathered, making him look like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Did the kid want to show off in front of him?

Too naive!

He had been a gatekeeper for many years, had seen countless geniuses, and none could show off in front of him.

People in the martial arts world nicknamed him “Old Sixth Gatekeeper”.

Moreover, old man Sinclair, who had studied military strategies, was prepared to take the initiative and make Gary doubt his life!

“This kid probably won’t sleep tonight!”

Old man Sinclair was about to start eating with a cheerful smile but froze in place.

“Woof woof woof!”

The four-eared dog beside him couldn’t wait any longer and jumped onto the chair, ready to enjoy the reward after a hard day’s patrol.

However, seeing the empty plate, it was dumbfounded!

“That scoundrel!”

“Woof!!”

They rushed out just in time to see Gary and Little Spider getting on a bus and waving goodbye to them, chicken legs in hand.

“Old man Sinclair is still as warm-hearted as ever!”

With the roar of the bus, Gary couldn’t hear their comments.

However, by their looks, he could tell they were so overjoyed that their eyes were getting red.

He had to admit that old man Sinclair was a great cook.

He vaguely remembered that the old man had a secret vegetable garden.

Being as kind-hearted as he was, when the weather warmed up, Gary knew he couldn’t just watch those vegetables get exposed to the sun and wither from dehydration.

He came up with a solution – he could eat them prematurely to save them.

Thus, he happily decided that next time he’d dig up some vegetables from the garden and stop by to enjoy old man Sinclair’s cooking.

“Ying ying!”

With a chicken leg that was nearly as big as itself, Little Spider carefully gnawed at it, then energetically nodded its head.

The chicken leg was so delicious!

“What a move, stealing sheep while on the way…”

In front of the guard room, one man and one dog watched the departing bus, their shadows cast long by the setting sun.

They felt…

They wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight!