My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner

Little Loach tightly coiled around Jeffrey Cooper’s corpse, blowing out a string of happy bubbles.

After all, Jeffrey Cooper was a strong figure of the Third Great Boundary, and his body still retained a trace of his vigor, temporarily preventing it from being gnawed by fierce creatures.

All the way, Owen Bertram kept reminding Little Loach: "You can’t hold back on the benefits for Big Brother. He worked so hard to plan the entire strategy, and only then did you get to eat this Tier-3 Demonic Beast. He even came out in the middle of the night to help you find your lost snack treasure..."

On their return to the Hunshui River, Owen Bertram took back his soul.

"That’s enough. I know. First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll come to check Jeffrey Cooper’s Storage Brocade Pouch."

After the "exercise," Little Loach’s digestion seemed to be sped up. About a Shichen (2 hours) later, an immense, unprecedented surge of warmth surged into Owen Bertram’s body.

In an instant, Owen Bertram felt as if he was soaking in a hot water bath, humming comfortably in the cold night.

The warm current circled inside his body, merged into the Great Seal Apparition, and then radiated outward, attacking in a sweeping way. One by one, the major acupoints were ignited, quickly surpassing 108 and reaching 124 Spiritual Cavities before stopping.

Owen Bertram was extremely elated. A Tier-3 Demonic Beast was truly remarkable!

The Second Level, the Ignition Acupoint Phase, had been completed.

Next, it would depend on how many Spiritual Cavities he could ignite from this level. This was the key to his future in the Great Path!

If Owen Bertram wanted to, he could now work on advancing to the Fire Vein phase.

The younger brother did well this time, not letting the big brother work in vain.

After the huge surge of warmth, another small stream of warmth entered Owen Bertram’s mind, causing him to pause. This time, it wasn’t a Refining Diagram Record but rather a Soul Puppetry Skill.

"That Tier-3 Demonic Beast... Was it actually a puppet?"

"It’s somewhat different from ordinary puppet techniques. The body retains all its original characteristics, but its consciousness is controlled."

"It seems to come from the upper reaches of Hunshui River, just like the Ancient Demon Corpse."

Little Loach transformed this wicked technique into a secret art that utilized spiritual energy as a seed to control puppets, reducing the "evil power" feeling by a bit.

However, he was still unclear about the origins of the Tier-3 puppet, the Giant Crocodile.

Owen Bertram became more vigilant. There were formidable presences in the upper reaches of Hunshui River that had constantly been coveting the Iron Spear Underground Palace!

...

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow had a sleepless night.

Jeffrey Cooper was actually dead! A formidable figure of the Third Great Boundary, the honored Lord of the Horizon Bureau, who would rank in the top ten in terms of power and influence in Waves Prefecture, had suddenly died in Extinct Village?

This subtly led to... Vanessa now being the highest-ranking person among those from the Horizon Bureau in this area?

There were also a few Chief Flags, but their backgrounds could not compare to her. In their words and actions, they all seemed to have the intention of regarding Vanessa as their leader.

But... I don’t know how to be a boss either!

At daybreak, everyone gathered around Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow, staring expectantly at her.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow’s expression almost collapsed on the spot as she constantly warned herself internally not to show any weakness.

"First, go to the village." She issued her first command.

"Yes."

Once in the village, Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow headed straight to Owen Bertram’s house, pulling him out just after he had finished washing up and taking him to a secluded spot.

"Jeffrey Cooper is dead!"

"What!?" Owen Bertram was shocked, his surprise appearing utterly genuine.

In fact, feeling a little impatient in his heart, he wanted to be released quickly so he could see how many treasures were in Jeffery Cooper’s storage brocade pouch! This time, the advantages of the plan had been obtained: a Tire-3 demonic beast was already in hand, and the remaining half was in Cooper’s pouch.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow briefly explained the situation and sighed, "Yesterday when you told me we could watch a play, I never imagined that it would be so thrilling..."

She glanced at the Horizon Bureau members in the distance and said, "Now they all let me take charge."

Owen Bertram carefully said, "This isn’t exactly a good job to take on..."

"I know." Vanessa held her ears with both hands, looking like a distressed rabbit, "Jeffery Cooper is dead, as are the four Prescott members. No one dares to take on such a huge responsibility, so they pushed me out."

Owen looked at her differently: this girl was not stupid, after all.

"Do you have a plan?" It seemed that the girl was not stupid, but she looked a little tempted.

Vanessa honestly answered, "First, if I don’t step in, these people will undoubtedly face a terrible fate. Secondly, I contacted my aunt yesterday, and she told me that as long as I can lead everyone through this period, I can be promoted to Prescott."

Owen’s eyes lit up; this girl’s family was something special.

There were now more than 300 people from the Horizon Bureau in the Extinct Village. Leading more than 300 people proved that Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow had the "ability" to become a Prescott member—wouldn’t this make promotion too easy?

Owen asked calmly, "Can you bear the responsibility for Jeffery Cooper’s death?"

Vanessa was not afraid, "I don’t need to bear it; it was all his fault. It doesn’t have much to do with me, and the Bureau won’t do anything to me."

She took out a bag of frosted sugar candied fruit from somewhere and ate it with a smack. Whenever she felt stressed, she wanted to eat something; when she wasn’t stressed, she still felt like eating.

"The problem is that if I take on this job, I have to hold on until the bureau sends a new person in charge. If something happens in the meantime, it will be my responsibility."

She looked at the snack in her hand and seemed to make a great determination, offering it to Owen, "I’ll treat you to something delicious; will you help me? I only have you as a subordinate."

Owen laughed, wanting to reach out and rub her head. Well, he had to hold back and show some respect to the "boss."

But he still snatched the bag of snacks from her.

"What could go wrong? You’ve reported Jeffery Cooper’s death to the Bureau, right? They must attach great importance to it. During this time, you just have to lead your people to stay outside the village. I’ll monitor the Burning Hillock in the village. As long as we don’t provoke the Golden Face Killing God, there shouldn’t be any problems."

Vanessa looked straight at the bag of snacks in Owen’s hand. This was the last bag of frosted sugar candied fruit she had, but she did not ask for it back.

The little girl clenched her fists, "Okay, it’s settled."

Owen waved his hand, "Go on, I’ll take care of the village."

Hurry up and go, I have to check out the remaining half of my loot.

After Vanessa left with her people, Owen dashed to the dense forest by Riverside, applied fertilizer to the Gourd Brothers, then returned to Hunshui River leisurely.

Splash—

Little Loach leaped out of the river and landed heavily on the bank with a boom, its body thicker than before. Half of it was still in the water after such a powerful jump.

Owen estimated that this fellow had grown another five or six zhang (1 zhang = 3.58 meters)!

A Tire-3 Demonic Beast was indeed extraordinary, not only allowing him to achieve the Ignition Acupoint Level perfection but also causing Little Loach to grow larger.

Wrapped around a whisker of Little Loach was a fancy brocade pouch, and as for Jeffery Cooper’s corpse... who cares where it was thrown.

Little Loach looked at Owen with anticipation, sticking out its tongue much like an eager little dog.

Owen took the pouch with a disgusted expression, mainly directed at Jeffery Cooper. This pouch was too showy; was it even a man’s?

It was pink and even adorned with a few embroidered flowers!

Owen placed the pouch in front of him, rubbed his hands together, and muttered, "Oh god of transmigrators, grant me good fortune; let me have a wave of sheer luck!"

He opened the pouch.