Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1263 - 427 Goddess, Master, Mother_3

Chapter 1263: Chapter 427 Goddess, Master, Mother_3

The first possibility: The Goddess’s consciousness has fallen into slumber. She is unaware of her true identity, genuinely believing herself to be an ordinary black cat. Instinctively drawn to matters related to death, she follows Grew’s scent to Lando Manor, transforming herself from a stray into a house cat.

The second possibility: The black cat transformed by the Goddess has already awakened. Sensing Grew’s presence, she deliberately approaches, intending to discern his schemes.

The third possibility: Grew is one of us. The gift of the Ancient Silver Coin was merely a pretext—his true purpose was to deliver the Goddess’s consciousness safely into the Mortal World.

Rone shared his deductions: "Wayne, what do you think?"

"No rush. This is a matter of immense significance; we can’t draw conclusions hastily. First, let’s talk about the three Subsidiary Gods. Who are they? What are their personalities like? Do you know them well?" Wayne countered.

"The Doom Spider, Grew, is rather lazy by nature. I don’t know much about him—he seems like someone without many desires..."

"The Spirit-eating Crow, Saine, I’m very familiar with. She is the most loyal to the Goddess—whenever rebellion arises, she’s the first to take the lead."

Rone let out a disdainful chuckle, then lowered his voice and added, "There’s a certain connection between her and my creation. She came first; without her, I would not exist. When the Goddess forged me, she partially modeled me after Saine’s consciousness."

What does that mean? Your mother has another daughter?

Wayne raised an eyebrow. He could tolerate one "hanger-on," but two? That’s way too many—a lot of rice would need to be cooked for this!

What? Just potatoes would suffice?

Well, then it’s settled.

"Saine and I are alike—both creations of the Goddess. The Goddess poured tremendous effort into Saine, making her the most beloved among the Subsidiary Gods."

Rone’s tone was sour, and Wayne caught the sibling jealousy in his voice. It seemed that even in the divine realm, family drama was inescapable.

"The last one, Winter’s Wing, Xizor, has followed the Goddess since ancient times and achieved legendary feats. In life, he was a Giant Dragon. When his heart was ripped out by someone, he refused to yield to death. In the moments before his demise, he pledged his loyalty to the Goddess. Among the three Subsidiary Gods, his strength is the greatest."

"Hold on. I’m curious about something."

Wayne paused for a moment, then, after contemplating how to phrase it, finally blurted out his question: "This Xizor—was the one who took his heart the Knight Order of the Sun Goddess?"

"How do you know that?"

Rone was stunned, feeling like Wayne knew everything.

"A lucky guess. Just a guess..."

Wayne’s thoughts churned. The intricate connections between Lando Manor and the Goddess of Death were undeniable; their ties were tangled beyond unraveling. Every family member seemed intertwined with the Goddess’s story.

The Dark Goddess should just leave the group. The Dark Knight family already had enough on their plate with the Goddess of Death.

Wayne scratched his head fervently, forced to admit that he indeed had an uncanny connection with the Goddess of Death. Relenting, he said aloud, "Truth be told, I’ve met Grew once before. He invited me to join Death."

"When did this happen?" Rone was startled.

"Before I met Yuliya. At that time, I wasn’t yet a Death Knight, though Sukra claimed I had already earned the qualifications to inherit the role..."

Wayne frowned and continued, "I died once before meeting Grew. I don’t know who orchestrated it, but if it was Grew, he would’ve killed me again the second time we met. Yet, he didn’t. Sensing that I was a natural follower of Death, he chose to disappear instead. Maybe he really is an undercover ally."

Rone sank into deep thought. The possibility seemed plausible.

Retracing the chain of events from this conclusion, it indeed made sense: Grew sending the Goddess’s consciousness to the Mortal World for safekeeping, confirming Wayne as a Death Knight, and then concealing this truth to give him a chance to grow.

Without Grew’s covert assistance, Wayne would not have developed smoothly, nor would he have been able to descend into the Underworld Great Tomb to liberate him.

"Wayne, can you be certain he’s one of us?"

"I can’t be sure. I’ve only met him once. These are just speculations; I have no conclusive evidence."

Wayne shook his head. Rone was planning to venture into Hades to save the incapacitated Goddess of Death. Surrounded by the three Subsidiary Gods, every misstep could lead to an irrecoverable tragedy. Wayne didn’t dare to irresponsibly assert any conclusions.

After all, Wayne was a transmigrator; the gap between his current self and his original body was too vast. He couldn’t treat Grew’s invitation as definitive proof.

Rone nodded thoughtfully and said, "If I get the chance, I’ll test Grew. If his betrayal has hidden motives, it could make rescuing the Divine Nation considerably easier."

"Do you have to go to the Divine Nation alone?" Wayne asked.

"Wayne, I know you want to come with me, but you have the responsibility of protecting the Goddess. I cannot grant your request." Rone smiled as he spoke.

That’s not what I meant!

Besides, with me guarding the Goddess of Death, it’s the perfect example of entrusting the wrong person for the job. By the time you return, who knows what shape the Goddess will be in?

Wayne mocked himself silently, visualizing Rone as the Holy Warrior of the Goddess while he himself was the Hades. Suddenly, the narrative became delightfully colorful and dynamic.

"Don’t be regretful. Charging into battle may bring glory, but holding the line in the rear is no less honorable."

Rone placed a firm hand on Wayne’s shoulder, officially entrusting the Shadowmare to him: "My successor—no, the first true Death Knight. Remember, though the world is vast, the Goddess stands behind you. In this battle, retreat is not an option."

Wayne felt his spirit lift, consumed by an immediate sense of divine purpose.

If only the Goddess of Death didn’t have all those tentacles, that’d be even better.

"Rone, you’re entrusting the Shadowmare to me. What will you do without it?"

"The Shadowmare’s distinctive trace is too apparent. I can’t afford to take it into the Divine Nation; it’d only expose my location."

Rone smiled and said, "My strength, like Saine’s, does not come solely from the Shadowmare. Wayne, you are the true Death Knight—the Goddess takes pride in you."