Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 296 - 152 - Heaven’s Gate: Whose Alt Account?_2

Chapter 296: 152 Chapter Heaven’s Gate: Whose Alt Account?_2

Gentle, kind, hopeful, dreamy, blessing the world with eternal peace.

The scale of it has just escalated!

Wayne didn’t have this realization and suspected that the other party was faking it, forcibly raising the realm to hoodwink him, an honest man.

The Great Eyeball on his chest blinked, turning off the beauty filter, and the angels’ appearances changed drastically.

The wings remained the same and even enlarged proportionally a lot, while the other parts underwent a 180-degree transformation, with styles all over the place; anything Wayne could imagine, could be found here.

Some looked like people, some like animals, some had black withered bodies, some had horns like the Devil, and there were odd geometric shapes, with many more being a hodgepodge of stitched-together freaks.

It couldn’t be called anthropomorphism, these angels who collectively refused to take human form were nowhere near in the same league as humans.

They had ferocious faces, bizarre appearances, ugliness, and horror. The Holy Light couldn’t make them look compassionate; it only drove people to instinctively keep their distance.

Wayne’s thoughts reformed; his six meaty wings spread out, his limbs and head disappeared, leaving only the solitary eye on his torso and the wriggling tentacles behind.

The angels looked over curiously.

They sensed the scent of the Golden Rule, one of their own.

Whose smurf account is it, never-ending, right?

Why are you looking at me? I’m not that bored.

No clue!

As more angels gathered around, Wayne extended his tentacles, writhing about and frightening several nearby angels into running far away.

The tentacles swirled in the void, absorbing the Holy Light into his body. After the angels conferred for a bit, one of them flapped its wings and chased Wayne right out of Heaven’s Gate.

Stop pretending to be a newbie, come back in your main account and talk!

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As the surging Holy Light dissipated, the Golden Rule Bible clattered to the floor. Wayne looked at his hands, with golden light flickering in his eyes, and said to Archbishop Gunther and the other two, "No reaction, I don’t have the Stigmata, I’m really not an angel!"

How could there be no reaction, do you think I’m blind? x3

Wayne’s thoughts fled into Heaven’s Gate, and the three onlookers saw his reformed shape and the faint image of the angel in the midst of the Holy Light. Although they couldn’t hear the conversation, it was clear there was an exchange for a while.

You are an angel! x3

Archbishop Gunther was the most certain, having entered Heaven’s Gate when he made a covenant with the Golden Rule Bible.

His thoughts maintained a human appearance, without wings or the Great Eyeball; Wayne was different, showing his true form on the spot.

This was the direct manifestation of the soul; it couldn’t be faked!

Moreover, when he went in, the angels were indifferent, each busy with their pressing matters.

God knows what they were busy with; they just seemed very busy.

He had to yell for quite a while, likely a noise nuisance, before he reluctantly managed to secure a cooperative relationship with an angel at a reduced status.

Wayne got surrounded as soon as he went through the door, a treatment far different from his own, evidently receiving a warm welcome at home.

The evidence was incontrovertible, under the glory of Heaven’s radiance, you cannot keep arguing!

Gunther was irked; the trouble he’d gone through to find Wayne was unspeakable, with nights spent unable to sleep properly. Now that he’d found him, the man shamelessly denied it. What kind of finicky angel was this, unable to be straightforward.

Muttering curses in his heart, his face beamed with a smile!

Gunther, with a grin plastered on his face, said, "Mister Wayne, the Golden Rule Bible did not reject you, and you also smoothly entered Heaven. According to this process, you are an angel."

Wayne: (눈_눈)

"There’s no such thing as being so pushy, you just said it clearly, there would be Stigmata, Stigmata!"

Wayne raised his voice, spinning around on the spot: "Look at me, where on my body do you see any signs of the Stigmata? You insist that I am an angel before proving it, and you’re still clinging on after the fact; wouldn’t that have been a pointless hassle for me!"

Wayne was clearly dissatisfied, and Gunther tried to cajole him: "Mister Wayne, the Stigmata might be hidden in a secluded corner. If you don’t believe me, I can have Mona take you to the next room, and a quick check will reveal everything."

Mona was eager to try.

What are you so excited about?

Wayne: (눈‸눈)

If I may be so bold, is this really the cathedral? Why does it sound more like the red-light district?

Wayne waved his hand: "No need to check, I’m very certain that I’m not an angel and I don’t have any Stigmata. Please be assured, I will keep the secret of angels’ reincarnation and won’t go around shouting about it."

So, lay off the hitmen, the money would be better spent keeping me quiet.

Wayne intended to leave, praising the cathedral’s food and the delicious late-night snacks; now transforming with the special effect of the Holy Light and feathers, he was finally not just bald meat-wings anymore.

"Wait!"

Gunther blocked his way, looking like he was about to kneel down in distress: "Mister Wayne, if you dislike it, I have another method of verification, a quick test to see, you really are a Reincarnated Angel."

Wayne glanced at his watch, surprised: "It’s already past midnight, how did so much time pass?"

"Ordinary people can’t stay in Heaven for this long..."

Gunther whispered a reminder, then said, "This method is very simple, it won’t take up much of your time. I swear on the Bible that if it fails, proving you’re not an angel, I’ll never bother you again."

"Fine, this is the last time." Having made the journey, Wayne was prepared to resolve the issue once and for all.

Gunther was overjoyed and explained the testing method.

An angel could make a covenant with a member of the Clergy through the Golden Rule Bible, generally creating a cooperative relationship. Through the contract, the Clergy could tap into the angel’s power.

This contract wasn’t binding; the Clergy could only borrow a limited amount of the angel’s power and couldn’t evoke the power of the Stigmata. It wouldn’t prove that Wayne wasn’t an angel, nor that he had no Stigmata.