Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 741 - 294: One is willing to hit, the other is willing to suffer_2

Chapter 741: Chapter 294: One is willing to hit, the other is willing to suffer_2

Therefore, Golden Mages could activate the Life Barrier and briefly enter the Gate of Truth.

Besides that, the greatest transformation for a Golden Mage lay in their thoughts. At this stage, a Mage could carve out a Dark Domain, create a personal Mind Space, or establish a secret storage in their lair.

The specific choice depended entirely on the mental strength of the Golden Mage.

As long as they were strong enough and not afraid of mental expenditure, Golden Mages could do as they pleased, how they wanted, and make it as big as they desired.

This was the basic usage of thought, nothing clever, something that all Golden Mages knew how to do.

Taking it a step further was Thought Reshaping, which had extremely high requirements for one’s talents.

Valkyrie once reshaped a shroud into a black suit, while Saina transformed Drake Scale into battle gear, both utilizing the technique of Thought Reshaping.

The difference was, Valkyrie lost too much of her mental capacity, already having lost the ability for Thought Reshaping. Her success was solely due to brute force.

That’s why her efficiency in Thought Reshaping was low; making a suit took a long time.

Austin and Megan Thought Reshaped using the power of darkness in another way; the former was a Dark Knight, the latter a Black Dragon, both found handling dark energy incredibly easy.

After Wayne advanced to Golden Mage, using Sese as a catalyst, he mastered this advanced technique on his first attempt.

It goes without saying that his tactical choices and combinations became even more flexible from then on.

Wayne was gesturing continuously in the sea, but Veronica adamantly refused to follow. She drew a trash can on the beach and then pressed down with her fist, completing her masterpiece for the evening.

She was very satisfied.

"Little girl, you’re in the way," Saina whispered, approaching Veronica and looking down at her drawing, thinking to herself how adorable it was.

It made her want to bully the girl mercilessly.

She took off her white shirt and threw it over Veronica’s head.

Veronica’s view was obscured by darkness. Her smile froze, and after tossing away the shirt, she watched in dismay as the Old Witch, who could have stepped anywhere, chose to step right on the trash can in front of her and walk into the sea.

That step was precisely placed, perfectly erasing Veronica’s fist imprint.

On the spot, Veronica erupted in anger, got up, and viciously smashed Saina’s creation, glaring at the swaying figure of the Old Witch.

The moonlight was bright, illuminating the beautiful woman, allowing Veronica to see everything clearly.

Saina, with her long hair tied up, looked slender and fair-skinned from behind; her graceful shoulders and the elegant curve to her waist before it flared out on her hips created an irresistible outline.

And most lethal were her two long, fair legs, well-proportioned and flawless, their perfect ratio accentuating her tall figure even more.

If she looked like this from the back, then what about from the front?

Aside from her terrible character, this woman’s appearance, body, and demeanor were nearly perfect.

"Gulp!"

Veronica swallowed softly, overhearing Saina’s light chuckle. Embarrassed and angry, she threw her shirt onto the beach with force.

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Just now, she wanted to ask why Saina’s swimsuit was identical to hers. Did that bastard make two of them?

Out of trust for Wayne, Veronica didn’t storm off in anger. Instead, she walked briskly towards the sea, swiftly overtaking Saina and plunging into Wayne’s arms.

Once she had him, she wasn’t letting go.

When Saina received the Telepathic Transmission, she left, slightly dissatisfied. Before leaving, she began to bargain with her faith through Telepathic Transmission.

She felt it was quite reasonable to ask for more compensation, as she had lost all face in bullying the little girl, right?

"Saina, we’re almost at Lundan. I’ve advanced to Golden Mage and am brimming with inspiration. Just hold on a few more days. Once I succeed in my experiments, I’ll help you escape from your current predicament," Wayne persuaded.

It sounded tempting, but Saina chose to refuse. She was content with her current self and didn’t wish to return to her former state.

"Since you’re so content, then why don’t you go back to the Church headquarters? You know what those people are like. In the days you’ve been gone, they surely would have tried every way to take away your power. It’s not too late now. Going back early could help you recover a lot of losses."

Well said, but Saina still refused. That was the old her. The current her had faith and didn’t care about such false power.

It was fine to have it, and fine not to—it didn’t matter to her anymore.

Wayne continued to persuade her, but seeing that Saina had stopped and was about to turn around and fight with Veronica, he had to agree to her demands.

Only then did Saina leave contently.

After she left, Veronica released Wayne, still feeling shaken. In a low voice, she muttered about the Old Witch.

"You’re still looking!"

Seeing Wayne’s gaze fixed on the shoreline, Veronica flew into a rage, biting the shoulder of the so-called trash can.

"I was just looking. Not like some people who were even swallowing saliva," Wayne retorted mercilessly.

Veronica’s face flushed red with embarrassment as she explained that the way a woman looked at another woman was different and shouldn’t be generalized. It just so happened she was thirsty at that moment, nothing more.

Afterward, there was more nonsensical talk about admiration and disdain, and the air was filled with the sound of Wayne’s cheerful laughter.

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August 25th.

At Lundan Airport, several black luxury cars drove out slowly.

Hefei whimsically decided to stay in the Balearic Islands for a vacation but only indulged herself for a day. She knew that as the head of the family, Austin often had to listen to reasoning that was less than intellectual.

She was no different; as a Regional High Priest, having ditched work for over a month, she had to return to her duties.

That’s how the adult world works, more often led by practicality than intellect, requiring one to restrain one’s personality.

On her return to Lando Manor, the first thing Hefei did after getting off the car was to send Austin flying with a punch, straight into a small grove, before she herself headed to the regional headquarters of the Naturalism Church.