Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1149 - 399 The War Has Begun, the Knight is Unstoppable

Chapter 1149: Chapter 399 The War Has Begun, the Knight is Unstoppable

As Wayne stepped into the silver-white interstellar battleship, the world before his eyes spun wildly, as if he were traversing a time-space tunnel. Surrounding lights and shadows blurred into a haze, at instances bright and blinding, at others, dim and profound.

With the oscillation of light and shadow, the space around him continuously twisted and stretched -- now vast and boundless, now cramped and tight. An intense sensation of weightlessness left him floundering, as if he could be swept into an unknown world at any moment.

It felt a bit like time travel!

Wayne’s feet touched the ground, the feeling of weightlessness gone. When he blinked again, he was in a straight metallic corridor, with a tidy metal wall behind him, the entrance he’d passed through nowhere in sight.

Wayne touched the wall and raised his fist to punch it.

With a bang, his arm disintegrated into mush.

Wayne’s pupils contracted sharply as the magic power within him was sealed, reminding him of the humiliation he had once endured in the Forbidden Magic Domain.

Ordinary mages might be trapped by the Forbidden Magic Domain, but to the truly powerful, the so-called Forbidden Magic Domain was nothing but a joke.

It’s just Magic Power. The mind remains unaffected in its capability.

Wayne took a deep breath, his thoughts still clear and unhindered; he instantly sensed Regina’s location and transmitted his voice to her, "Don’t move, I’ll be right there."

"Boss, you finally made it. I’ve been waiting so long for you," Regina complained with a hint of resentment, having groped around this white corridor for two months; if not for an inability to starve to death, she would have perished from hunger long ago.

"Two months?"

"Yes, you’ve neglected me for two months... Is there something wrong with that?"

"Nothing’s wrong. This is called neglect play. Congratulations, you no longer need to envy Odilia; you now have your unique play," Wayne suppressed his surprise and quickly located Regina.

Regina wore a Little Octopus on her shoulder, passing her two months with the company of this octopus. Seeing Wayne, she rubbed the octopus in her hands and transformed it into a mask fastening it on her face.

"Boss, the paths here are endless, and regarding Magic Power..."

"I understand, your memories have already informed me."

"..."

Can you not just casually browse people’s memories? Even workers have their privacy.

"This is an exception; it won’t happen again."

Wayne patted Regina’s head; the interior of the interstellar battleship had its own domain, and rather than calling it a warship, it was more appropriate to call it a Philosopher’s Stone.

Having come into contact with two Philosopher’s Stones before, Wayne considered himself experienced and began to navigate Regina through the interconnected white corridors.

Five minutes later, Wayne stopped, while Regina beside him covered her mouth and snickered.

Turns out the boss’s brain was just like hers, not adept at solving puzzles.

Bang!

Wayne gave a karate chop in frustration at being unable to find the exit, cursing his bad luck.

He may not be good at solving puzzles, but he’s capable of making someone solve them for him. If even one of the three luxury cars he was used to was around, this puzzle wouldn’t be challenging at all.

"Boss, should we split up and look for the way?" Regina asked, her hand on her head.

"No need; we’ll stick together as much as necessary."

Wayne narrowed his eyes and tore off a clump of white foam from his face, throwing it on the ground. This foam began to grow frenziedly once it hit the floor, sprouting pale tentacles that climbed along the walls and the ceiling, rapidly disappearing at the end of the hallway.

The next moment, the tentacles attacked from behind, stretching to Wayne’s feet.

"Dead end!"

Wayne squinted, shaking his head, "No, that’s not right. Even a prison has to have a back door to retrieve the corpses; there must be a breakthrough point."

The foam surged and filled the entire dead end corridor.

Regina squeezed next to Wayne with a look of disdain at a tentacle reaching out to invite her.

Two minutes later, the swelling foam found the breakthrough point, burrowed through the crevices of the dead-end, and entered another space.

Wayne followed through the crevice, expecting Regina to be trapped outside. Yet, the crevice itself was equipped with the property of spatial contraction and expansion; as Regina approached it, her body shrank while moving away returned her to normal size.

A dilapidated corridor lay before Wayne, with exposed cables and pipes everywhere, presenting an air of decay that contrasted starkly with the interstellar battleship’s sleek exterior -- a testament that aliens, too, had vanity.

Wayne, smelling the greasy air, frowned slightly and patted Regina on the shoulder, "Be careful, this scenario looks too familiar. Don’t get parasitized by alien life."

Regina, caught off guard, instinctively clung to Wayne’s arm.

It’s a refreshing change to occasionally drive a compact family car after being used to spacious limousines.

Quite refreshing.

Wayne’s thoughts spread out, scanning the entire internal structure of the interstellar battleship. In his mind, a 3D map emerged, resembling a ten-story building, aligning perfectly with the battleship’s sharp, sword-like shape.

"Let’s go!"

Wayne, eyeing the core area on the map, rapidly made his way to the metal ladder.

"No teleportation gates, fine, but not even an elevator..."

Wayne criticized sharply, finding it unreasonable that the alien’s technology seemed focused entirely on Mechanized Armaments, lacking something as basic as an elevator.

Descending the ladder together, they quickly reached the central area.

A bright white room with self-illuminating walls, square and proper, in the center stood a metallic sphere with cables and conduits stretching out from beneath, then sprawling across the entire spaceship.

Wayne stepped forward briskly and brushed his hand over the metal sphere. A light screen illuminated, displaying patterns similar to a tic-tac-toe grid, with strange runes pulsing haloes.

Password unlock?

Wayne stared in a moment of perplexity, then after a brief contemplation, he smashed his fist into it.

With a roar, the light screen exploded, and the metal sphere was left with a gaping hole.

Wayne extracted his arm, his palm clutching a Philosopher’s Stone, different from any he had known—the stone bore a regular Prism structure, colorless and clear, capable of reflecting a kaleidoscope of rainbows under a light source.