Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 289 - 150 Can’t Angels Be Wicked?

Chapter 289: Chapter 150 Can’t Angels Be Wicked?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wayne spun around in place, "I don’t have a single piece of clothing on, how could I possibly hide the tablet."

"You could hide things even without clothes, your argument doesn’t hold up!"

"Alright, alright, let’s not be reasonable then, I’ll go find a stone, and you try hiding it." Wayne kicked a nearby stone the size of a fist, asking Kell to give it a try.

Kell looked down and said nothing, he’d only heard of such a hiding technique, having zero actual experience, so he didn’t demonstrate.

"Let’s go, stop squatting, I’m going to change clothes, you go find a car. Silent Ridge isn’t safe, the people from Death Church could come at any time, we should leave here first." Wayne carried Mona and headed to the dormitory.

Kell stood up with the support of a tree, grimacing in pain, and complained, "Aren’t you going to ask why I’m lying down, what kind of dangerous fight did I go through to cover for you and Mona?"

"As long as a person is alive, why worry about so much? Right now, I just want a cup of steaming hot milk." Wayne walked further away.

Half an hour later, Mayor Welsh was stuffed into the trunk, and the sedan left Silent Ridge, heading straight for Eclipse Town.

Mayor’s mansion.

The three didn’t go to a hotel; Kell was severely drained of magic power, and Mona had fallen into a coma from mental exhaustion, to avoid any remaining minions of the Death Church, they chose to spend the night at the mayor’s house which was safer.

The next morning.

Wayne had only slept for four hours and was full of energy. His essence of life was so powerful that his need for sleep was getting less and less. At this rate, after advancing to a Golden Mage, sleeping just one hour a day would be enough.

He pulled out the ledger buried under the crooked-neck tree, lucky that the sedan parked by the hotel hadn’t been taken by the local gang.

Returning to the mayor’s house, he saw Mona looking out eagerly.

"You’re awake so early?"

Wayne closed the car door, greeted her with surprise.

Every time he faced indecision, he cheated by using his powers, never having experienced mental exhaustion, knew from the symptoms described in theoretical books that it was a very painful process that could seriously endanger life.

Mona had come dangerously close to mental depletion twice in a short time, and woke up full of life after just a sleep—Holy Light Magic indeed had its merits.

I want that!

Mona quickly stepped forward, grabbed Wayne’s arm, her expression excited as if she had seen her idol, afraid that the person would run away if she let go.

Her voice low, she said, "Bruce, you’re an angel that descended to earth, right?"

"Ah this..."

Wayne was stumped by this out-of-the-blue question. Whether he was Bruce or not was still in a Schrödinger state; it was not good to jump to conclusions before the blind box was opened.

Whatever Mona said, he would not admit it.

But ’an angel that descended to earth’—what does that mean? No need to beat around the bush; with his flexible moral standards, even if he were an angel, he’d be an angel that had fallen to earth.

The term ’descended’ was not very appropriate!

Wayne looked at Mona with a ’looking at an idiot’ expression, "First, I’m not Bruce, and second, I’m not any kind of angel. Go back to bed if you’re not fully awake. Look at you, you’re even talking in your sleep."

"You denying it won’t change anything, I’ve seen it all."

Mona pressed on with a hush in her voice, "When you saved me, I saw wings and that Eye of Judgment. You look exactly like the angels described in the Bible."

"No way, are angels in your family like this? Isn’t that a bit too bizarre?"

Wayne blurted out, then coughed into his fist and said earnestly, "Mona, I don’t know what you saw, but given your state of mind at that time, I seriously suspect you had a hallucination. Listen, you’re just too drained. Go back to sleep, and after you wake up, have a ’Ji meeting’ with a friend. If you fall in love a few times, you won’t have such wild thoughts."

Mona ignored Wayne’s nonsense, speaking seriously, "The image of angels is not always the same; the earliest angels looked very frightening. As time changed, so did the image of angels, becoming the gentle and approachable appearance we see now."

Mona enlightened Wayne on the reasons behind the change in the angelic image.

Initially, angels defined their own appearance, which was their true form, revered to the point of fear.

Later, as the influence of the Heavenly Father’s Court dwindled, their control over the God-chosen Continent was nowhere near what it once was, and the image of angels began to be defined by people. People projected their fantasies of all that was holy and beautiful onto angels, leading to the current human-formed wings.

"That’s not ugliness, it’s majesty, the most sacred life form from the very beginning."

"..."

Wayne was at a loss for words; he had had the fortune of seeing an Ancient God’s visage. If someone asked what the most original and perfect form of life looked like, it could only be the countenance of an Ancient God.

Life is evolving, and different beliefs lead to different evolutionary directions. Just those that Wayne knew included elves, giants, Giant Dragons, skeletons, angels, devils...

The Heavenly Father’s Court was and still is the most powerful religious force; they definitely had seen Ancient Gods, and as angels are the highest evolution sequence in heaven, it makes sense that their form of existence emulates Ancient Gods.

Can’t angels be bizarre?

An angel doesn’t have to look saintly; that’s just wishful thinking from common folks.

"Bruce, just admit it, you’re the angel!" Mona tightened her grip on Wayne’s wrist, saying each word deliberately.

"I am Wayne, not Bruce. I’m also not an angel, you’ve got the wrong person." Wayne shook his head. His resemblance to an angel was purely coincidental, advising Mona not to waste any more time.

Mona wasn’t convinced, what she’d seen with her own eyes couldn’t be false, she earnestly tried to convince Wayne to admit his identity, saying it was a good thing and nothing to be ashamed of.