My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1481 - 425: Divine Twins! Creator Mother’s Grace! Mousie’s Evolution Material! _4
Chapter 1481: Chapter 425: Divine Twins! Creator Mother’s Grace! Mousie’s Evolution Material! _4
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From different positions, one will have equivalent authority, able to communicate with the Faceless God, receive Grace, and enter the "Infinite Furnace" to search for the primal myriad forms that fit oneself, smelt one’s being, thereby transforming into a "higher being."
Like the Third Finger, the Fourth Finger, and the Ninth Finger, having one’s body undergo evolution akin to Abnormality, yet retaining one’s sense of self.
The positions of the different Fingers of God in the Furnace also vary.
Being early in number isn’t necessarily better; the excellent forms in the Furnace might have been chosen already, or they might still remain, or one might even encounter danger.
It is an unknown gamble, also the wicked sense of humor of the Faceless God.
But to give a Finger of God a Legendary Trait and to help ascend to Giant Level can certainly be said to be extremely generous.
However, Gary Smith was not interested in letting his body undergo Abnormality and had little interest in it, but it could serve as a backup Material for Mousie’s Promotion.
As for the other mask, named "Infinite Mask," it would derive a Skin-peeling Technique unique to the user based on their own Spiritual Power, identity, and will of the heart.
All creatures are Formlessness, but the heart has masks!
In theory, as long as one’s will is sufficiently special, one could give birth to the energies of the top Rules like darkness, suffering, and even approach the supreme Rules of Destiny and Law of Causality.
And it was possible to usurp the masks of others through deprivation, plundering their essence of being, and taking their place.
"I was wondering how to infiltrate the Faceless Brotherhood, and now I’ve become a core member of the organization directly. Anyway, the Fingers of God probably do not recognize each other, so it doesn’t seem too much to say I’ve shed blood for the Brotherhood..."
Gary Smith reflected on the unpredictability of life; a model Young Man like himself had actually taken up leadership in two Cults of Evil God. freewёbnoνel.com
But this also presented an opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop!
"Cultivator, is this mask for my use?" Mousie’s voice rang in his ear, having climbed onto his shoulder at some point, its eyes fixed on the mask, rubbing its little paws together in eager anticipation.
After all, the Pet Beasts at home were all enhancing their Strength, one after another surpassing it as the latecomers leapfrogged over its head. If not for its exceptional Wisdom, suppressing the brainless brutes like Eggy and Red Rabbit, it would almost be at the bottom.
But standing still also made Mousie quite anxious.
Gary Smith was used to the diminished presence and sudden appearances of Mousie and showed a meaningful smile, saying:
"Not that it’s impossible, but I have one condition!"
"Don’t say one, even ten or a hundred wouldn’t be a problem!" Mousie patted its chest, ready to go through fire and water for its Cultivator.
At that moment, it was like a man coaxing his new girlfriend home, his Head already overheated, ready to agree to anything if it meant getting into the belly.
As for after...
Hmm?
What after?
Mousie had already mostly forgotten that part, anyway; it could make others forget about it, hide in blissful invisibility, and then disregard everything at the end.
Gary Smith saw through Mousie’s thoughts and spoke softly:
"Go take down the Third Finger!"
"Uh... huh?" Mousie startled; the overwhelming strength displayed by the Third Finger was infinitely close to that of an Ecological Lord; it stood no chance against them.
Moreover, the Third Finger also held Law of Causality abilities, incredibly enigmatic.
Wasn’t this just like sending itself to death?
However, since the Battle of Dusk, it seemed the Third Finger had feared being crushed by Gary Smith in his Thousand-Eyed Sun King Armed form and hid early, probably heading Across the Abyss by now.
Next time they met, at least a few months or even years later, perhaps the battle would not be impossible.
Thinking this, Mousie gritted its teeth and agreed:
"Fine, but we have no clue where the Third Finger is hiding. It’s too time-consuming to look for her. The saying goes, to do a good job, one must first sharpen one’s tools, so Cultivator, you must give me the reward in advance!"
"Fine!"
Gary Smith did not hurry to give the mask to Mousie but dispersed the Dark Sky, looking over the Wilderness, and said faintly:
"Now do you not even have the courage to face me directly..."
"Third Finger!"
