My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1765 - 508: Dream Eater Cult’s Divine Legacy! Cancer Dragon of the Dream Realm! Gambit with the Gods_3

Chapter 1765: Chapter 508: Dream Eater Cult’s Divine Legacy! Cancer Dragon of the Dream Realm! Gambit with the Gods_3

Gary Smith’s voice, though not loud, reached every ear present in the crowd, none of whom were ordinary people.

The Kings were shocked, and even across the Abyss, waves of aura rippled outward.

The migration of Dreamland turned out to be not merely an accident or the result of a Great Existence’s intervention, but also tied to the legacy of the Dream Eater Cult!

Does this mean someone can inherit everything contained within?

Looking at Gary Smith’s rise, apart from the blessing of the Daylight Bloodline, the greatest support was undoubtedly the legacy of the Dream Eater Cult, contributing at least seventy percent.

This cult, which was neither particularly large nor particularly prominent during its time, had been overlooked by many powerful figures, but who would have thought they’d leave such an abundant inheritance behind after their demise?

What was initially believed to rival the Ancient King’s Treasury now seemed to approach the Divine Vault,

It was suspected to contain treasures left behind by the Eternal Master of Dreamland.

How could they not be tempted?

Many multiracial geniuses were filled with yearning as well. If they could obtain this legacy, might they have the chance to become the next Gary Smith?

Two days later,

The Alliance discreetly executed a military big shot, citing reasons of leaking classified information. The news was brief, the handling swift, and caused no stir in the online discussions.

Even if some online friends noticed, they only cursed the traitor a few times before quickly forgetting, showing little interest.

After all, with the Human Clan’s sheer size, all kinds of demons and monsters exist within its ranks.

But in the circles of big families and the camp of multiracial factions, the incident sent shockwaves.

The person in question had been a key figure responsible for guarding the location of the Ancient Dragon Dead Egg. This time, he was also tasked with handling the matters of Dream Realm’s coordinates.

It wasn’t so much a defection as it was a premeditated plan—he had been planted by one of the multiracial kingdoms since the beginning, progressing through the ranks into military high command, transmitting critical information over the years and causing significant losses.

This time, the leak involved the coordinates for the Ancient Dragon Dream Realm provided by Gary Smith.

Although rule-based Secret Treasures had been used to seal this information, the multiracial faction paid an enormous price and employed other treasures to counteract the seal, ultimately gaining the intelligence.

The traitor fled to the borderlands at the first chance but was still erased into nothingness by Thomas Brown using the Light of the Heavenly Realm.

However, the information had already been disseminated.

Furthermore, the multiracial factions, in a bid to antagonize Gary Smith, deliberately shared the location with various Human Clan big families, schools, and the Cult of Evil God.

They invited everyone to scramble for the legacy left behind by the Dream Eater Cult.

At the very least, they could prevent Gary Smith from claiming it, thereby stalling his growth.

Even if there was an underlying trap, it would be used to undermine the Human Clan.

In an instant, hidden currents began to stir.

In Border City, inside the Pure White Tower.

Thomas Brown, watching Gary Smith sipping tea at a leisurely pace, softly asked:

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

Clearly, he could’ve settled this discreetly. Why did Gary Smith choose to speak out?

With his personality, he shouldn’t have made such a fundamental misstep.

Initially, Thomas Brown had thought Gary Smith might have given false coordinates to confuse the multiracial factions, but it turned out to be the real ones.

This way, what had been a sure inheritance for Gary Smith suddenly became fraught with complications.

Could it be... that his luck was influenced by the True King of Misfortune, clouding his judgment?

Or was it that he had confidence in overcoming the Ancient Dragon’s will within the Dream Realm?

"School Headmaster, have a cup of hot tea first."

Gary Smith, taking his time, sipped the barley tea brewed by Little Spider. The burst of grain aroma on his tongue evoked feelings of admiration—Little Spider was becoming increasingly resourceful, taking care of every facet of his life.

Unimaginable...

What would life still be like without Little Spider?

Could it be that she intentionally aimed to spoil him into uselessness?

But on second thought, it seemed unlikely. After all, how could a little angel do such a thing?

In front of Gary Smith, a light screen hovered, displaying a colossal Dreamland with a size comparable to that of a Great Domain. It was surrounded by endless deathly aura and boiling Dragon Might, which incessantly corroded, twisted, and radiated throughout the Dream Realm, expanding at a rapid pace.

Although it was just a drop in the ocean to the vast Dream Realm,

It resembled a massive cancerous cell, perpetually proliferating, twisting, and radiating its influence to Dreamland creatures, amplifying its ecological dominion.

As the screen zoomed closer, various other dream realms could be seen approaching and attaching themselves to the enormous Dreamland barrier, constructing unique pathways.

Among them were multiracial faction leaders and Human Clan big-family geniuses, all competing to enter first and vie for the Dream Eater Cult’s inheritance before Gary Smith.

Others aimed to accelerate the Ancient Dragon’s growth, hoping to inflict the Ancient Dragon catastrophe upon the Human Clan prematurely, thus turning the tide of the multiracial faction’s current decline before the Gods descended.

This would likely trigger a catastrophe and negatively impact the Human Clan’s overarching situation.

Thomas Brown, sitting there calmly sipping tea alongside him, was impressively composed. Had it been anyone else, they’d already be pacing like ants on a hot skillet.

Gary Smith remained quiet as he drank his hot tea, watching these individuals with a calm gaze that even carried a hint of amusement.

How could he not know how much legacy the Dream Eater Cult truly held?

He knew the multiracial factions hadn’t fully trusted his words, maintaining vigilance while mostly looking to create chaos,

But...

Greed is the best bait!

The Ancient Dragon and the Dream Eater Cult’s legacy were both overt traps.

It was also his first step in transforming from a piece on the chessboard to a Chess Player, engaging in a strategic duel with the will of the Ancient Dragon Dead Egg within the Dream Realm, or perhaps...

With the Great Existence hiding behind it.