Morning dusk crow

Gary Smith arrived in a peculiar world of beastmasters, where an ancient taboo was reborn from the depth of time, and an evil god was lurking.
In this world, birds and beasts, rivers and mountains, even elements could spawn spiritual power and turn into pet beasts. Among them, the powerful ones became ecological niches by themselves, radiating secret realm ecosystems such as the Yellow Spring, Skeleton Kingdom, Succubus Nest, and Kingdom of the Sky Tree, nurturing countless followers.
The beastmasters make contracts with the pet beasts, nurture them, and control the spiritual power.
After witnessing the "Taboo Sun" event, Gary Smith obtained the ability to extract materials from everything in the world and compile "Secret Food".
Through the Evolutionary Secret Food, the combination of "The Shattered Dusk World" + "Ancient Dragon’s Dead Egg" results in the Feast of the End. When the pet beast consumes it, it evolves into the Dusk Dragon God. The Dusk Domain erodes the world, turning into the God at the end of time.
The Skill Secret Food allows the pet beasts to plunder skills from everything, becoming omniscient and omnipotent. The Sacrificial Secret Food snatches the taboo time, sacrifices the ancient beings, and blasphemes against the gods.
His style of beast control also started to become peculiar.
There is the Spider Shadow that devours ancient dragons and weaves dreams of all lives with its threads, the Red Master that pollutes the multiverse, and the Devourer of the Realms, who consumes worlds...
In response to this, he explained, "My pet beasts are just a bit peculiar. They really are not evil gods!"

My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God

Endless deep crimson energy cascades down, dyeing the world, enigmatic and bizarre as if an ancient blood demon ceremony has begun.


Whispers of the strange chant of Seven Rings, Seven Seals, Seven Beasts, and Seven Sins incessantly gnaw at sanity.


As if a Grand Demon, bearing boundless horror and devouring all, lay crouched beyond the dimension, greedily watching all creation, saliva dripping.


Within the original realm, rampant thunders and ravaging flames intertwined, but under the influence of the deep crimson energy, they transformed into deep red spears, cutting through the Void, piercing forth.


The Abyss Ghost Tree instinctively lifted its root tendrils, weaving them together, expecting a horrific impact or a fierce attack.


But unexpectedly, the moment they made contact, the tree felt its physical structure being abruptly altered by some force, its hard trunk pierced through as if it were but thin paper.


Chapter 473: Gary Smith: You Are a Genius, and So Are Those Under My Feet!