Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 229 - 129: The Self-Cultivation of an Undercover Agent

Chapter 229: Chapter 129: The Self-Cultivation of an Undercover Agent

Night.

Fog, cars, streetlights.

Mona moved one suitcase after another into the portal, diligent, hardworking, and without complaint, like a little bee transporting nectar.

Mona wore a black miniskirt that didn’t reach her knees, her long legs snugly wrapped in black stockings, and her top was a plain lady’s shirt with two buttons at the neckline undone.

For safe driving, she took off her high heels when she was behind the wheel.

Why not just switch to flat shoes?

It was a demand from the master, the high heels could not be exchanged, who also had strict requirements for Mona’s attire, such as her skirt not going past her knees, needing to be shorter, and her lipstick must be bright, with heavy makeup.

Mona strictly followed his orders, breaking the lower limit with her dressing style every day, without asking why, wearing whatever the master required.

Understandable, after all, she was now enslaved by the devil and had fallen, dressing too conservatively could easily arouse suspicion.

Wayne sat on the sofa, lifting his teacup and blowing the steam before taking a sip, very satisfied with Mona’s performance as she bustled around.

She did whatever she was told, no problems, no complaints, already a mature conduit.

In the middle of the square, the Alchemy Array released a black fog, overlooking, a gaping chasm opened in the darkness.

Bright red lips, a row of pearly white teeth, taking evil to the extreme.

Mona stood before the Alchemy Array, donned white gloves, unzipped the bag, and emptied the curled up body from the suitcase.

The gaping maw opened wide, swallowing the sacrifice, then protruded a tongue to lick its lips.

No disgust showed on Mona’s face, as she had assembled the Alchemy Array with her own hands and knew this would be the outcome, only...

"Mommy!"

The gaping maw emitted a childish and eerily soft voice, the very thing that made Mona feel sick, and she also understood why "Bruce" never fed the Alchemy Array.

Too disgusting!

Even for devout clergy, listening to it more could cause hallucinations.

The portal opened, and the Thousand-Eyed Demon stepped out, inspecting the Alchemy Array with a glance, very pleased with the minion’s efficiency.

With the current pace, sixty-six bodies could be quickly assembled, and using the principle of "the competent get more work to do," he decided to increase Wayne’s workload substantially.

"My master."

Wayne placed one hand over his chest and bowed, with Mona hurrying to his side on tiptoes, mimicking her master’s gesture.

The once obstinate clergy who would rather die than bow to the devil, were now groveling, and the Thousand-Eyed Demon would be the first not to believe they hadn’t been successfully trained.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon paid no attention to Mona, but took great interest in her attire.

Especially the stockings!

The devil expressed that it was an eye-opening experience; what used to be Hell’s fancy was now the other way around, with Hell becoming the backwater that had to learn from the metropolis of the human world.

Good, the more depraved and rotten the human world became, the better business for the devils.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon planned to copy the idea of stockings, claim it as his own back in Hell, and use it to discuss territory deals with the Succubi.

"Bruce, how many bodies have been dealt with so far?"

"Fifteen bodies have been fed so far, and there are twenty-two backup candidates remaining on the list. I’ve been investigating all day; I’ve almost used up all my familiar friends and am currently expanding my social circle," Wayne said self-critically, upset that he had not been able to complete the Thousand-Eyed Demon’s order quickly, taking the main responsibility upon himself.

No, you’re doing quite well.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon affirmed internally but spoke bluntly, "Spend less effort on this woman, and you’ll be even faster with your tasks."

"You’re right in your criticism; in a few days, I’ll give up on women," Wayne deferred.

There’s no need for that; when I conquer the Lord of Lust in the future, I’ll need you to lead the charge.

With a grand gesture, the Thousand-Eyed Demon magnanimously forgave and said, "Don’t investigate during the day anymore; kill your remaining twenty-two friends, and I will give you the next list."

"Ah, that..."

Wayne was taken aback, suspecting that the task outsourced to the Holy See might have been completed ahead of schedule. Not to mention that Mona was transporting fresh suitcases daily, those suitcases could all be frozen goods.

Sixty-six minus twenty-two and then minus fifteen left 29 frozen goods to be casually dismissed. Wouldn’t all the poor souls have died in vain?

"What’s the matter, do you have a more efficient method?"

"It’s not that; the main issue is I failed to alleviate your worries; as your servant, I am deeply ashamed," Wayne hung his head even lower, his tone even more self-deprecating.

"Later, Jeliff will bring the list; these are my followers in Lundan. They share the same belief in Hell and meet the criteria," the Thousand-Eyed Demon explained.

Learning something new, it seemed devils too harvested their followers like this.

Wayne looked puzzledly at the Thousand-Eyed Demon: "Master, by accelerating the pace so suddenly, has there been an emergency situation?"

"Not at all, the plan is going very smoothly, and no one knows I’m in Lundan," the Thousand-Eyed Demon stated with a morose face. "However, a prized Disciple has been sacrificed, and to be cautious, I’ve decided to advance the plan by a few days."

With that, the Thousand-Eyed Demon glanced at Wayne: "You have two days to gather sixty-six bodies; making a little noise is fine, without my permission, no outsider can enter this place."

Wayne nodded. Two days was a bit tight, but not a big problem; Mona could handle the overtime work.

"In two days, I have another task for you," the Thousand-Eyed Demon continued.

From his sleeve, the Thousand-Eyed Demon produced a map which Wayne accepted respectfully: "My master, I will not disappoint you with this task."

"According to the marks on the map, carve the Inverted Pentagram with fresh blood. Make sure you match the marks correctly and do not use the wrong blood," the Thousand-Eyed Demon instructed, then stepped through the portal and departed.