Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 599 - 253: Self-Esteem Goes Bad, It’s Just a Matter of Time_2

Chapter 599: Chapter 253: Self-Esteem Goes Bad, It’s Just a Matter of Time_2

To be precise, a Legendary Mage meets the minimum requirement to craft a Philosopher’s Stone, but the success rate is very low, and success is almost impossible.

To obtain the Philosopher’s Stone, the crafting material must be that of a Demigod.

A Demigod’s Life Domain can influence others, granting knowledge and power, creating its own kin.

The holder of the Philosopher’s Stone will gain the abilities of a Demigod, able to unfold a domain to create kindred, and due to the enhancement of Alchemy, the Philosopher’s Stone has a wider applicability and its influence far surpasses that of a Demigod.

Saina cited a simple example, She is a follower of nature. If she has a Philosopher’s Stone, she could imagine in her mind and create kindred of death and darkness.

This stone not only grants the user a Life Domain but also allows the user to fully harness their talents, projecting imagined things into reality.

The most frightening aspect is that the Philosopher’s Stone imposes no requirements on its user; even a common person who has never learned magic can display the power of a Demigod without any reservations.

For these reasons, the Philosopher’s Stone is even more precious than a Demigod.

"What about the price?"

Wayne interrupted, "Everything has a price in this world. What is the cost of using the Philosopher’s Stone?"

"Not sure, I’ve never seen a real Philosopher’s Stone, and there are no Demigods on the God-chosen Continent. If I have to mention a cost, it would only be the life of a Demigod." Saina shook her head, her words full of longing for a Demigod.

During their conversation, Saina’s expression changed.

She obtained a higher level of evolution; a Demigod was no longer an unreachable fantasy. If she became a Demigod someday, could she project Wayne’s thoughts out of her body?

"Give it a try; it should be possible. Work hard; I’m rooting for you," Wayne encouraged.

Saina’s face paled, fearing to be dragged down and humiliated by Wayne, and she quickly explained, "I don’t mean to betray, I just... just haven’t adapted yet. Give me some time; I won’t have such fantasies in the future."

"No need, I appreciate your fantasies, seriously. You can think; I recognize this kind of ambition."

Wayne patted Saina’s shoulder, and with a change of tone, said, "But don’t commit acts of naive betrayal, like this time. If it weren’t for pride, you wouldn’t be under my control."

Saina looked at Wayne with caution, her eyes seeking the truth. If Wayne allowed betrayal, it would give her the motivation to live on.

"It’s okay, I like ambitious people."

Wayne nodded, "Continue, what’s the deal with the Misty Hidden Forest?"

Clinging to hope, regardless of truth or falsehood, Saina answered, "The Misty Hidden Forest was originally a Legendary Mage from the Death Church. After the Church captured him, they used Alchemy to forge a Philosopher’s Stone..."

The Misty Hidden Forest is the result of a failed Alchemy attempt, its core being a semi-finished Philosopher’s Stone, of significant meaning and extremely precious.

Saina had no authority to give this stone to Wayne, not even the Pope could unless the Goddess herself spoke.

"What about a Naturalist Knight?"

"Uh, a Naturalist Knight, of course, could, but..."

Saina swallowed hard, "Can you really become a God-chosen Knight?"

Previously, Saina was full of confidence in Wayne, who had exceptional magic talent and could communicate with nature with little effort. She couldn’t find anyone with greater potential than Wayne.

But now...

What the hell!

Snap!

An arm of Saina’s fell to the ground as she chuckled sheepishly, "Still need to adapt."

Wayne rolled his eyes. If not for his teacher’s sake, such a fool would have been turned into a cream puff in the pond already.

"Saina, I’ll reveal another secret to you, for old times’ sake," Wayne said.

Wayne grabbed Saina’s collar and whispered into her ear, "The Protogenos Bloodline emulates the Ancient God. My strength lies not just in my body but in infinite possibilities. Won’t you be curious to know how I could transform into an Elf?"

Saina paused, her breath quickened. Too close, her body and mind expressed longing to the belief.

Wayne paused, then pushed Saina away, "Show some self-respect; I’m still a child."

Who do you think made me like this?

Fury was unstoppable in Saina’s heart. She cursed at the Pope, the Great Prophet, and other high-ranking officials of the Church while her body disintegrated into white froth, taking a while to reform.

Muttering curses, she angrily picked up her clothes and put them on.

Unable to curse at her belief, she redirected her anger at others. She understood the art of emotional transference.

Listening to her, Wayne found great pleasure. He enjoyed Saina’s rebellious nature: resisting while at the same time submitting to his instruction was quite satisfying.

After a moment, Saina tidied up her clothes and straightened her disheveled golden hair, her cold face waiting for further statements from her belief.

"I am a Liberty Mage; there are many beliefs. The three Goddesses of the Life Alliance, the two Goddesses of death and darkness, they are all my teachers, and I have shown respect to them to a certain extent."

While Wayne was speaking, he noticed Saina’s cold, prideful face and snatched her collar to bring it in front of him.

What’s with the snatching, little brother putting on airs!

Saina’s breathing became uncontrollable, her nose began to sweat, and she bit her lip in embarrassed fury.

That’s more like it!

Pleased, Wayne released her and with a wave of his hand, he inserted it into the void and pulled out a Knight’s Greatsword.

"Gulp!"

Saina swallowed hard, instinctively stepping back two paces: "The Shadowmare of the Death Knight... how do you have this Divine Artifact in your possession?"

Saina was strongly suspicious that the Shadowmare was fake, but the tranquil essence of death was like ice stinging her skin, undoubtedly genuine.

Moreover, this was her Dark Domain, her territory, and her mind did not sense any spatial fluctuations, indirectly proving that the Shadowmare was not hidden in Wayne’s personal space.