My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1801 - 520: The Gate Master’s Exclusive Weapons! The Power of the Old Sun! Gary Smith’s Birthday!
Chapter 1801: Chapter 520: The Gate Master’s Exclusive Weapons! The Power of the Old Sun! Gary Smith’s Birthday!
At this moment, within the crystal of the Staff of the Dust-Stepper, a shriveled, mummy-like infant opened its eyes. They lacked pupils, showed no signs of evolution, and contained only endless darkness, as deep and terrifying as a black hole. Cracks covered its body, continuously leaking dust that cycled over and over again.
It seemed to exist outside of reincarnation, quietly observing Gary Smith from the pitch-black crevice between infinite time and space.
In the air, a decayed smell like dust began to spread. Even Gary Smith felt a sudden dry heat in his throat as the surroundings started to disintegrate, turning into dust—as if heralding the end of all things.
"Cultivator, what’s going on!?" Mousie stared at the potato chips in its hands, which had turned to ash along with the bag, thoroughly dumbfounded.
It had just taken a single bite...
Could this be refunded?
Little Spider, Lara Smith, and the other Pet Beasts also turned their gazes in the direction of the phenomenon. Though the force was indeed formidable, it wasn’t strong enough to disrupt them.
Gary Smith waved his hand to signal them not to worry. Reaching out, he gripped the Staff of the Dust-Stepper, and all anomalies ceased, restoring tranquility.
Relevant information unfolded before his eyes.
[Ultimate Lord of Decay: The ancient Dust-Stepper was once the Lord of Ends. Wherever its esteemed form descended, the fleeting moment seemed to encompass the passage of endless eras. Beneath its feet, blood and flesh, rocks, and all things of this world would turn to dust.
However, after its authority was stolen by the Mother of Twilight, it fell, eventually being forgotten by the Mother River.
Yet, the remaining fragments, herded by the Gate Lord’s meadow, were pieced together from the Old Era and successfully transformed into the Staff of the Dust-Stepper.
It has absorbed sufficient souls, reshaping its spiritual power, and now recognizes the Gate Lord, opening the rank of Aging to be shared with you.
You can exchange 100 years of lifespan to deduct 20 years from others’ lifespans.
Additionally, you gain the pseudo-mythical skill—"Ultimate Decay." While it has lost its authority, upon activation, all life and matter that approaches or is touched by you will accelerate in aging, eventually turning to dust, a phenomenon named Aging Dust.
This ability can continuously accumulate power and stack its effects.
You can also bestow life with the [Grace of Aging Divine Child]. Such granted lives will gain eternal life and become undying and immortal, but the price is their bodies will permanently enter a decayed state. Their spines will bend, undergo abnormalities, and transform into unique aberrant Divine Waste, losing control over the force of decay. Any food they touch will also age.
But the Mother River maintains balance; any gain must come with a corresponding cost.
The grace can only be given to one individual at a time. Once it is transferred to a new target, the original Beneficiary will turn to ash and perish completely. (P.S.: Eternal life is not a blessing but a curse.)] freēwēbnovel.com
[Evaluation: Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, praise the great Gate Lord!]
"The life-exchange skill has leveled up."
Gary Smith nodded, recalling that the skill originally allowed him to trade 100 years for 10 years off others’ lives—a ratio of 10:1. Thanks to the Gate Lord, the side effects had been reduced to only 1%.
This meant trading 1 year for 10 years—a ratio of 1:10.
Now, after the upgrade, the new ratio was 1:20, providing more operational flexibility.
The same lifespan could now eliminate twice as many ancient, undead beings.
The assassin of the elderly receives a boost.
However, the ability wasn’t a game-changer for Gary Smith’s current strength. After all, with his current power, he could already sweep through most False Kings without the need for life-exchanging tactics. His opponents were primarily True Kings or supreme beings.
Among them, supreme beings had infinite lifespans, rendering the ability ineffective.
As for True Kings, burial was plausible, but precautions were needed against external forces they might use to extend their lifespans.
For example, the Elephant Master, despite having lived nearly a million years, remained in his prime, raising suspicions of having received lifespan blessings from the Elephant God.
Meanwhile, Abyssal True Kings often possessed lifespans spanning millions of years or lived until their spiritual power collapsed.
Only True Kings of the Main World were suppressed by the world consciousness, resulting in relatively shorter lifespans, most being only hundreds of thousands of years.
These were precisely suitable candidates for burying certain ancient beings yet to ascend to godhood, lingering in the demigod stage, and teetering at the brink of extinction.
The other revealed information was also intriguing.
The Staff of the Dust-Stepper came from the Meadow Lady, who is also the Infant Angel—a divine creature born under the grace of the Mother of Twilight.
Gary Smith had always thought the authority of Doomsday belonged solely to her. He hadn’t expected the Dust-Stepper to be such an unlucky fellow, erased after being displaced from its authority.
If it weren’t for the Truth Status aiding its survival, it would have been completely annihilated.
It marked Gary Smith’s first close encounter with a thoroughly annihilated Old God, not to mention his casual usage of its corpse as a weapon!
Thankfully, it was dead. Otherwise, Eggy could never obtain the [Final Banquet] authority so easily. Exploiting the Mother of Twilight was still simpler.
It wasn’t that the Mother of Twilight was easier to bully—on the contrary...
This suspected reincarnation of the Supreme Mother Goddess had integrated her schemes across time, influencing events spanning from the Primordial Era to the present.
And every scheme had succeeded.
Even powerful entities like the Emperor of Hidden Corpses, the Lord of Eternal Night Village, and other gods had been calculated or used by her. She was even involved in the Ancestral Toad’s schemes against the Pure White God.
The epitome of industriousness among the gods!
If Gary Smith hadn’t possessed the Taboo Status and the Eye of Truth, along with leveraging various strategies, he too would have become her pawn, experiencing boundless despair.
Moreover, Gary Smith faintly felt that the Mother of Twilight was deliberately relinquishing her authority over Doomsday.
Because during Eggy’s process of condensing the Final Banquet, he encountered neither obstruction nor malice.
