Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 778 - 305: Fist Strength is the Real Power

Chapter 778: Chapter 305: Fist Strength is the Real Power

After Douglas left, a figure cloaked in a black robe arrived at the Grand Cemetery in the West District.

In the center of the Grand Cemetery, the woman removed the black hood that hid her face.

With a high-bridged nose, rosy lips, and skin as white and delicate as snowflakes, she had dazzling red hair.

Anastasia.

Even in her usual state, the black-skinned elf was an extraordinary beauty, capable of rivaling Saina in both looks and figure, surely not much inferior.

The wind passed, the fog was pushed aside by an invisible hand, wrinkling the black robe on Anastasia, which clung to her curves, her figure graceful and lithe.

From a side view, her full bust and slender waist formed a stark contrast, her hips smoothly curved, slightly uplifted, her legs long, straight, and powerful, with perfect proportions.

Wayne glanced at Ah Bin, Don’t just randomly blow air, this woman is different, messing up the mood could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.

Despite saying so, Wayne couldn’t help but take a few extra glances at Anastasia.

He had seen her in packed audio materials, and now seeing her in person, she was unquestionably on par with Saina and Philomena, While the likes of Veronica, those young girls have the invincible youth, they lacked the mature charm due to their age.

"Mr., Mr. Wayne."

Anastasia curtsied, stepping back two paces quietly as she spoke.

Her Holiness was flustered and anxious, her thoughts hadn’t settled since the moment she received the summoning message. What could Magic be summoning her for in the middle of the night? It couldn’t be for that sort of thing, could it?

It shouldn’t be, Magic didn’t have the vile nature Saina had described, she had seen for herself, Magic’s spirit of sacrifice was not less than that of the three God-chosen Knights, compassionate and understanding of emotions, a...

In short, she could find positive traits!

It was too disrespectful to evaluate one’s faith, a serious offense of blasphemy. Anastasia dared not to judge further, suddenly feeling a bit of a guilty anticipation.

She was afraid he would come, afraid he wouldn’t, and more terrified that he would do something reckless.

Anastasia was troubled and saddened by her own mindset, keeping her distance to signify her firm stance.

She would not make the first move!

Unless Wayne came over or gave an order.

In any case, he couldn’t win her heart!

"What is all this mess..."

Wayne’s voice echoed in Anastasia’s mind, and her insides screamed with shame upon realizing her thoughts had been wholly read.

The timid and aggrieved demeanor was a world away from the noble and chilly elegance she exuded after transforming into an elf, and Wayne almost lost his composure, wanting to tease her again.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t.

The conduct of Anastasia commanded Wayne’s utmost respect, and he cut straight to the point, "Your Holiness, your timing is impeccable. I’ve recently made some new discoveries that will help you maintain your sense of self."

Anastasia didn’t believe it, once the transformation had begun, it couldn’t be stopped, she had already lost herself, there was no turning back.

Wayne was somewhat skeptical too, sighing, "Try it, at least it won’t let you continue to devolve further."

Anastasia couldn’t refuse, she raised her hand to take off her black robe, unbuttoning the collar of her shirt.

"It’s not necessary to go through all that, also, from now on, don’t just strip all the time, you’ve regained your physical body and are no longer a Magic Doll..."

Wayne hurriedly stopped her, stepping forward two paces, only to notice Anastasia stepping back, rolling her eyes, he ordered her to stand still and not move.

"Saina has told you some weird stuff before, that woman is crazy, don’t listen to her. I’m really not what she’s made me out to be," Wayne muttered quietly in explanation, not believing himself since he had neglected Saina in the past.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a big issue, as Anastasia wasn’t aware of it.

Wayne stepped behind Anastasia, placing a hand on her slightly shaking fragrant shoulder, and with the help of the Pale Nest, he applied his recent research findings on her.

Saina could have had these benefits, but she declined, her corruption was too complete, and her thoughts had long since aligned entirely with faith.

She considered the self given by faith as alienation, preferring death to compliance.

Anastasia still had a chance, from the beginning, her mind hadn’t been contaminated; only later had her thoughts gradually shifted with her physical transformation, leaving room to maintain her sense of self.

Five minutes later, Wayne withdrew his hand and wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead, a fragrant breeze brushing his fingertips, and he instinctively sniffed it.

Close by, Anastasia sensed his action and shivered, stepping back two paces and looking down, "Mr. Wayne, thank you for your help, I feel much better now."

"Really? Should I check again?"

"No, no, I’m really fine."

Anastasia shook her head hastily, looking at Wayne as if he were the plague, wishing she could avoid him at all costs.

Yet this plague was her faith; the more she wished to distance herself, the more her heart ached and found it hard to let go, only by approaching him could she find respite.

Wayne frowned, sensing the turmoil of Anastasia’s thoughts and inwardly sighed with resignation.

She had retained her sense of self but hadn’t preserved it completely, teetering on the edge of a cliff, unable to retreat, but one step forward would lead to an abyss.

This analogy was quite apt, perfectly reflecting Anastasia’s current psychological state.

Many people experience this, humans have an innate fear of high places, yet when standing at a precipice, they can’t help but imagine jumping off, or picturing someone pushing them from behind.

Anastasia was exactly like that, or even worse, she couldn’t distance herself from the abyss, walking on thin ice at the cliff’s edge, anxious and irritated, unable to resist the urge to leap for release.