Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1016 - 365

Chapter 1016: 365

Wayne glanced over and circled the key points, feeling like this would be on the test later.

Evolution was undoubtedly a rough process, and since Wayne had slowed it down, the wait was even longer. He closed his eyes and used his mind to sense all the subtle changes, recording them in his bizarre brain.

Two hours later, Wayne stopped the surgery, lifted his hands, and cradled the falling Princess Chris in his arms.

The latter came to slowly, faintly hearing what sounded like a gulp, and opened her indifferent eyes to gaze upon the face of her beloved.

Moments later, the coldness in her eyes dissipated as she struggled to jump down.

"Wayne, is it over yet?"

"Still six days to go, it’s just the beginning."

Wayne nuzzled his face against Chris’s and whispered softly, "Senior, you are very beautiful."

Chris closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet affection of their cheeks brushing together and feeling a slight change in her body. She waved her hand to create a mirror of water and noticed that her appearance was shifting closer to an elf. She curiously asked, "I haven’t used Faith Magic, can I still change back to this look?"

"Yes, once you grasp the rules of shapeshifting, you can change your size and appearance at will."

Wayne wasn’t exaggerating; the elf-transformed Chris had indeed grown taller, and Damian’s cafeteria had been expanded accordingly.

For seven consecutive days, the surgery went smoothly. Under Wayne’s precise operation, no tragic cliché like stage ten tuberculosis or leukemia appeared.

Chris successfully awakened the Divine Blood. The two-meter tall elf woman was ethereal and elegant, with silver eyes and platinum blonde hair, exuding an otherworldly charisma that felt dreamlike, immersing one so deeply they never wanted to wake up.

This Moonlight Elf had very cold eyes, her face and sharp long ears adorned with silver-white lines corresponding to her snow-white skin, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Wayne had to get close to see them clearly.

Although the elf’s gaze was indifferent, as if she were a noble rejecting others from a thousand miles away, her smile was very gentle, making one feel they were in the peaceful and tranquil moonlight, blissful and eager to forever protect this serenity.

Her charm was very high; her face naturally carried a magic of allure, which was another form of a Succubus.

After the surgery, Chris took a while to master the skill of shapeshifting back to her normal human state and experienced a period of weakness.

On the sixth day, the Hexagram inside her was broken and reformed into the Golden Triangle, advancing her Magical Aptitude even further, transforming her from a genius to a super genius.

She was just one Book of Greed away from catching up to Wayne.

After becoming an elf, her own strength was enhanced once more. When Wayne accompanied her to bask in the moonlight, he found that the Moonlight was attracted to her, gradually strengthening her power.

If it weren’t for Dreyne running around on divine missions, Wayne would have to wonder if he somehow slept with the reincarnation of the Moonlight Goddess.

Such a frenzy of joy for Idinis!

...

Wayne Manor, master bedroom.

Viley looked at Chris lying on the bed with tired eyes, teary-eyed, then pounced on her and whimpered, "Senior, what’s happened to you? Come on, perk up, don’t tell me, you’re planning to leave Wayne in my care today."

Thump!

"Ouch!"

Wayne put away his scalpel, annoyed, "Idiot, you hurt Chris by pressing on her."

"That familiar strength; I almost thought Veronica was here."

Viley held her head and complained not convinced, "Senior is soft, and I am soft, how could it hurt if we’re pressed together..."

She stopped talking halfway through her sentence, suddenly froze, pointed at Chris’s belly, thought of a possibility, and stared at Wayne in astonishment.

"Yes, you’re right, it’s what you’re thinking," Wayne nodded solemnly.

Hiss!

Viley gasped in shock, her face turning pale, and she wobbled toward the window, staring blankly, "It’s all so sudden; I need to go back to my room and think this through."

"That’s the window."

Wayne chuckled and shook his head, watched Viley turn and walk a few steps, then reminded her again, "That’s the bathroom; the door is in the nine o’clock direction from you."

"Damn it, I feel so bad right now, and you’re not even comforting me."

Viley pouted, unsatisfied, "Why does Senior have it? I’ve been the one eating the most recently. Have you been cooking something special for her?"

No one but Viley, not even Veronica or Chris, could have said such a thing. Hearing this, Chris’s face flushed, and she explained, "Don’t think nonsense; I just feel unwell. I’ll be fine after a half-hour rest."

"That’s great."

Viley cheered and jumped around to the side of the bed, diving into Chris’s embrace: "Senior, giving birth is very painful. You’ve dodged that hardship, and I’m truly happy for you."

Chris couldn’t help but smile, "So that’s why you’re so happy?"

"Do I even have to say it?"

"Then why were you so upset just now?"

"I was reminded of something sad," Viley said with a grunt.

"Sad about what?"

"About you being pregnant, Senior."

Viley spoke her mind truthfully, adding, "Senior, giving birth is really painful, and it can change your figure. I don’t want you to suffer. When you want to have a baby, tell me, and I’ll have it for you."

"Viley, you are so kind."

"Of course, I am!"

Thump!

"Ouch!"

Veronica put away her scalpel, annoyed, "Idiot, you hurt Senior."

When she entered the room and saw Viley taking advantage of Chris, with her entire face buried, she thought this was outrageous; she hadn’t even had a chance to do that herself.

Viley looked up in confusion, shocked by the similar force, then turned to see Veronica standing next to Wayne, realizing this pair of ladies really matched, even their lines and tones were exactly the same.

Outrageous, she was the first one here!

Understanding Veronica, Viley dived into the frothy waters, whimpering about her headache and asking Chris to blow on it.