My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 74 - 70 Fate Stone Tablet

Chapter 74 -70: Fate Stone Tablet?

(Seeking recommendation tickets, monthly tickets)

Chapter 74 -70: Fate Stone Tablet?

(Seeking recommendation tickets, monthly tickets)

The first ones to arrive were Philip Morgan and his group who took the VIP passageway.

Just as they stepped into the Black Market, numerous glances immediately converged on them.

The Beastmasters, whether they were stall owners or buyers, all stared intensely at him, their gazes hot, as if they were looking at a great treasure.

“What’s going on!?”

Philip Morgan, who was sweating profusely under their gaze, thought he had walked into a trap set by enemies.

Even the Golden Armored Baboon, who strutted so arrogantly on the way there, couldn’t help but swallow hard when he saw the powerful Pet Beasts surrounding him.

The baboon’s face contorted as if he had just eaten a bitter gourd.

Dude, I can’t win this fight!

Just as they exchanged glances, preparing to take to their heels, the female Beastmaster with the twin-headed snake from before asked:

“Do you guys know who that yellow robed masked man is?”

After all, he was welcomed by Leo Thompson from the outside.

Perhaps they knew some insider information.

What the hell…

Philip Morgan couldn’t help but want to curse.

It was enough to be terrified by the Collector once, now he had to go through it again with them.

Is the Collector destined to be my nemesis?

He hadn’t done anything wrong.

All he was preparing to do was to give some trouble to his son’s classmate, to help him break through his mental barrier.

Why did he suddenly feel so unlucky!?

Tired, Philip Morgan was about to wave his hand to indicate his ignorance.

However, Bob Chandler beat him to it and spoke:

“I know.

He’s a collector!”

However, rather than collecting treasures, he collects demons.

That should be accurate…

“A collector?”

Everyone was puzzled, looking at him curiously.

Bob Chandler didn’t let them down and started recounting the event with a fanatical expression.

In reality, even without adding fuel to the fire, the words that tamed the Overlord Demon were stunning no matter where you were.

However, Bob Chandler’s version included more detailed descriptions and a bit of exaggeration.

Stuff about destroying laws, destabilizing the Mother River, transforming Dark Tentacles, manifesting Shadow Incarnation, etc., left everyone dumbfounded.

Such a big incident happened outside, and they weren’t even killed by the aftershocks?

A strange look appeared on Philip Morgan’s face as he listened.

The more he listened, the more familiar he felt…like he had seen it somewhere…

Wait, weren’t these Bob Chandler’s short compositions?

The only thing changed was the protagonist’s name!

Philip Morgan looked at his son who was speaking animatedly, his expression complex.

Everything he did tonight seemed to have been in vain.

Left with no choice, he could only comfort himself.

Worshiping a powerful person of this level was at least more promising than Gary Smith.

With some effort, crushing Gary Smith should not be a problem… right?

As more and more Beastmasters entered the Black Market, the news spread, causing a sensation.

Soon, all of them knew.

A fearsome person who could treat the Darklord as a collectible had arrived in the Black Market!

However, all these didn’t affect Gary Smith at all, who was still strolling around the Black Market.

But his mood wasn’t exactly great.

Originally, he thought that with the Eye of Truth, he could emulate the novel’s protagonists and pick up some treasures.

Even if it wasn’t a Divine Artifact, a dozen holy artifacts or treasures would do.

However, he didn’t expect these bastards to be one shrewder than the other!

All the items put out for sale had been sifted through countless times and had no trace of Spiritual Power.

They held up a bone from who knows where, claiming it to be the bones of an ancient god from a century ago.

Once activated by the chosen one, they could acquire the god’s divine power and embark on the path to godhood.

Then Gary Smith took a look with the Eye of Truth: it was a cow’s rib, not from the last century, but from last week’s dinner.

There was an even more outrageous one.

He held up a piece of mud and claimed it was a world oddity from the beginning of creation — a Fragment of Destiny Stone Tablet.

Once comprehended, it would allow one to control the fate of all things.

But after looking at it, it was just a stone tablet made by some mischievous kid.

These guys can seriously bullshit!

No wonder these guys, who survived a sea of corpses and mountains of bones, were old hands.

They could keep a straight face while spouting nonsense.

He even thought about joining in on the action in a few days.

Until…

he saw someone renting a booth for ten thousand dollars.

“…”

Such a rip-off!

The black market isn’t small, with at least hundreds of booths, which means that including the special department, the few merchant associations are providing the venue, with a net income of at least millions every night, culminating to billions in a month.

The Cult of the Evil God, unable to draw upon human society’s money, would cover their dues with gold or extraordinary materials, and still run the risk of being raided afterward.

Dipping toes in both waters, now that’s what you call a lucrative business!

Sitting atop the lofty Lemon Mountain, Gary Smith felt sour.

Mousie, too, was frightened by the resentment of the abnormal cultivator and moved away subconsciously, causing the yellow robe to rise in an arc and start to wriggle.

This scene made Leo Thompson’s eyelid twitch.

Another one of his collectibles was trying to escape, wasn’t it?

It felt bigger than before!

The surroundings instantly fell silent, with everyone watchfully eyeing the Collector who was rumored to have kept a large number of demons under his yellow robe, ready to make a run for it at the first sign of trouble.

“Stop messing around!”

Gary Smith had Little Spider tie up Mousie, gag it, then stuff it into a pocket to prevent further misadventures.

“That binding method looks a bit strange…”

Gary Smith glanced at it; he had a feeling that Little Spider had been sneaking peeks at his mobile phone lately.

Yes, he’ll clear his browsing history when they get back.

It helps to keep a clean conscience in this world.

It became calm again under the yellow robe, but he found the respectful gazes around him somewhat awkward.

There were pros and cons to ventriloquizing.

Although it had achieved an intimidating effect, it had also made shopping inconvenient.

Even if there were good items, people might not dare to bring them out.

What if they got robbed, and they were inadvertently made into a collectible?

Just as Gary Smith was pondered over this predicament, Leo Thompson, standing nearby, timely suggested a small proposal:

“Your Excellency, why not take a look at the black market’s mutual aid association?

It’s organized by a few parties, and only beast masters that have undergone spiritual metamorphosis qualify to participate.

They exchange what they need.

However, some items are difficult to appraise.

You have profound knowledge and can help identify them.”

Now, that’s called the art of speaking!

“Hmm.”

Of course, Gary Smith nodded in agreement.

It would be a good opportunity to broaden his horizons, so he and Leo Thompson went right to the depths of the black market.

In an underground hollow, there was a round table with thirty armchairs arranged around it.

Gary Smith found that nearly two-thirds were occupied, representing twenty beastmasters who had undergone a spiritual metamorphosis.

As for whether there were any Morning Star Beast Masters hidden among them, he couldn’t be sure.

Abyss City, as the first city in the borderland, lived up to its reputation of being a den of extraordinary talents.

Sure, they were somewhat surprised by Gary Smith’s arrival, but they didn’t show any fear.

They nodded in acknowledgment, somewhat looking forward to what kind of treasures he would bring out.

The exchange continued, with people bringing out their treasures.

Those interested would make an offer.

If more than one person was interested, they would bid for it at auction, keeping it within a reasonable range.

Compared with the pearls among the fish outside, the level here was much higher, and many items caught his interest.

For example, the [Dragonhawk Heart] containing the dragon’s bloodline, the Frost Snow Sub-Dragon’s Ice Breath Bag that froze everything it passed, the Ghost-faced Snake Corpse that intimidated consciousness, and so on.

There were even items made from materials of Morning Star Overlords!

He couldn’t help but feel emotional.

So many desirable materials turning up when he was at his most helpless.

How bitter!

What hurt most was that the majority of them wanted materials or traded in magic potions, even using the knowledge of the Eye of Truth wouldn’t help. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

So Gary Smith could only helplessly watch as one piece of material after another slipped away, leaving only a sigh in his heart.

Poverty was limiting him!

However, his silence made everyone believe that nothing could pique his interest.

That’s the Collector for you.

They were becoming more and more curious about what precious items his collection held.

The crowd continued the exchange curiously until the appearance of one item caught Gary Smith’s attention:

“This is…”

ps: Will release on April 1st.

There’ll be a burst of updates.

Don’t be shy, brothers, throw your monthly tickets freely.

I’ll lock myself in a little black room.