Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 154 - 101 I Want to be a Good Person_2

Chapter 154: Chapter 101 I Want to be a Good Person_2

"You were told you can’t look directly at an Ancient God, and yet you, boy, are really freakish!"

Without the support of worship, and on a whim to be a benevolent deity, the Evil God took a leap in power, spinning out of control and unable to break free from the tentacles, the world spinning before its eyes, it was whirled around and smashed about more than a dozen times by the tentacles.

The curve of the dragon tail stabbed straight towards the Great Eyeball on Wayne’s chest.

Wayne grabbed the dragon tail with both hands, flames of wrath igniting in his eyes, and with a muffled roar, he tore the dragon tail apart with sheer force.

The Evil God let out a scream and, flapping its wings, carried Wayne up into the air, deducing that the latter had been turned into a mindless shell by the Ancient God, rendering the fight meaningless.

To win was expected, to lose would be disgraceful to the deity.

Buzzing!

The resonant sound of a heavy sword rang out, and a golden blade thrust straight at it, the brilliant light shining into the Evil God’s eyes, bringing the threat of death.

The Knight.

The armored figure dissolved into points of light and teleported in front of the Evil God to reassemble, the Knight’s Sword carrying a dazzling light, so blinding that one couldn’t look directly.

Apart from the Evil God, the Ancient God rewarded everyone equally; whether they could handle it or not was none of Its concern, but the rewards were given nonetheless.

Take Wayne, for instance, the Ancient God showed him what perfection was, pointing out the essence of life, steering him away from potential pitfalls.

Or Veronica and Ronica; well, they failed to catch the candy, missing out on a great opportunity to become more than human on their evolutionary path.

The Knight was no exception; due to her rotten flesh, she received a permanent shackle, her remaining consciousness imprisoned within her Knight Armor, which could also be seen as the curse of eternal life.

The Ancient God was genuinely well-wishing everyone, but as always, whether that was bearable or not wasn’t Its concern.

Due to the curse, the Knight’s consciousness became much clearer, and driven by her obsession with slaying dragons, she still targeted the Evil God, who had transformed using Dragon Blood.

With a powerful, weighty swing, the Evil God hastily raised the Crystal Blade to parry, but the overwhelming force crushed the blade to pieces and struck heavily upon the Evil God’s head.

The momentum of the blade didn’t stop, snapping off a bent horn and bringing both the Evil God and Wayne crashing to the ground.

Boom!

The Evil God hit the ground hard, coughing up a gout of blood that spread cracks like a spider’s web all around, the resulting dust cloud billowing out in all directions.

Seeing the Knight drive her sword straight down, a light sparked in the Evil God’s eyes, summoning Blood Magic. A blood arrow turned into a thorny spear, striking the Knight’s Armor squarely in the chest and sending the Knight flying far away.

The Knight’s Sword fell through the air, and before it could touch the ground, it was caught by a pale hand.

Thump, thump!

Wayne’s heartbeat accelerated, the pale arm covered by the blazing light conveyed through the Knight’s Sword, forming gauntlets, armguards, and shoulder guards made of elemental substance.

His internal balance was disrupted in an instant.

The Book of Greed paused its transformation and turned instead to absorb the dense sunshine, and Wayne, amidst the brief chaos, managed to coolly come back online.

That was close, he almost stopped being human!

Being human or not didn’t matter; he had almost devalued his manhood to something worthless, considering it the most primitive form of reproduction.

He shuddered in hindsight; Ancient Gods were truly malevolent, crippling a man’s lower body upon sight. He would definitely avoid them in the future.

Wayne held the Knight’s Sword, instantly accepted by it.

He thought nothing of it; this had happened once before, and it was standard procedure. The sword and tentacle wielded in unison, he sliced off one of the adversary’s dragon wings.

Wayne found it quite standard, but the Knight didn’t think so; even with a fractured consciousness and scarcely any memory, she was still shocked by the bizarre scene before her.

By the Goddess above, is he really my successor?

The spectacle was too garish, and the Knight wanted to reject it. If she had to choose, Ronica, who had sworn to become the Dragon Slayer, would be the ideal candidate.

The Knight stood conflicted, her thoughts waging war within, but ultimately faith overcame all else. If this was the will of the deity, she could accept it.

Golden light surged, and the Knight’s Armor dissolved into points of light and scattered, reassembling and enlarging to fit Wayne.

Warm sunlight wrapped around from all directions, with Wayne basking in it, unable to help humming contentedly.

Arms enveloped him from behind, fingers intertwined resting on the back of his hands, guiding him in the art of sword wielding.

A soft voice whispered into his ear, teaching Wayne the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique.

The warmth of the sun fluttered golden hair across his nose, tickling Wayne, whose reflex was to turn his head. He caught sight of a striking profile.

From the high bridge of the nose to the elegant jawline, down to the slender neck, sunlight flowed through the golden hair, each detail exuding elegance and nobility.

Handsome, beautiful, powerful; Wayne felt like he was in love.

The last time he felt this way was when he first saw Veronica, Ronica, Chris, and the others.

He knew it; his manhood couldn’t possibly be useless; all that Ancient God stuff was just wickedness!

The Knight softly spoke, warning Wayne not to be distracted and guiding him to perform the Dragon-Slayer Sword Technique.

The true sword doesn’t lie in the hand, but in the ever-present, omnipresent light...

Boom!

A world-shattering golden sword light swept down, unstoppable. The radiant light scorched the air, warping the mist, as if it wanted to cleave space itself in half.

The Evil God, under great pressure, roared furiously, facing a life-or-death crisis; blood-tinged energy surged instantaneously, manifesting the Blood Totem of Hell in the sky.

The totem projected a vast and boundless blood ocean, a torrent of blood like molten lava, wild and scorching.

The Greatsword descended, warm light spilling down like mercury.