Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 838 - 320: The More People I Meet, The More I Like Ah Bin

Chapter 838: Chapter 320: The More People I Meet, The More I Like Ah Bin

Anastasia’s petite residence was located in the rural outskirts of the West District, within an old and dark ancient castle.

Secluded, desolate, with few people around—it had the vibe of a horror movie.

It was very close to the West District Grand Cemetery.

The castle was unoccupied. The interior was simply furnished. Apart from Anastasia’s frequently used rooms, the other chambers were not decorated or renovated, making them look rather dilapidated.

As a Holy Maiden of transcendent status, this castle clearly did not match her standing, but such was her character—living a minimalist lifestyle with no material pursuits. She knew very little even about cosmetics, the essentials for a woman’s survival.

She was a person who had risen above lowly pleasures, living a lifestyle akin to that of an ascetic monk. Her pursuits and realm were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Wayne couldn’t understand, but that did not prevent him from expressing the utmost reverence for such people—it was precisely because he couldn’t do it himself that he admired them so much.

"No wonder I can’t stand the slightest grievance—all the hardships and sufferings have been consumed by you."

Alone with a woman in a remote wilderness, surrounded by darkness, and with lightning flashing and thunder roaring outside, Anastasia’s heartbeat accelerated slightly. Wayne, sensing that the rhythm was off, quickly made some witty remarks to divert her attention.

It worked quite well. The patient had strong self-control and would calm down given some time.

Wayne’s thoughts expanded, enveloping the entire dark castle. The upper structure wasn’t very remarkable, but the basement was large and spacious, impressively decorated.

A complex Magic Array formed an extremely tight defense system. In the center of a hall that spanned tens of meters in width, there stood an altar.

The lights burned eternally, and the sacrifices never ceased.

The statuettes for worship were shaped by Anastasia’s thoughts—two in number, one large and one small. The smaller one was donned in Yellow Clothes from the Pale Nest, and the larger had a blurry face of a Pale Knight.

The Pale Nest was the faith Wayne had pointed out to Anastasia because she herself was clear about what her true faith was, who she truly worshipped—which was why the central Pale Knight was there.

"Like this... your condition will not improve."

Wayne spoke slowly, looking at the silent, bowed head of Anastasia, and felt a surge of pity, struggling with whether or not to let her face reality.

He thought better of it in the end. Facing reality would come at a cost, and Saina was the best example.

"Mister Wayne, contacting the Dark Goddess requires quite a bit of preparation. Please wait a moment—about two hours," Anastasia apologized.

Wayne nodded in understanding. To him, so-called contacting the Goddess was no different from the Angelic Descents of the Heavenly Father’s Court—using his hometown’s terms, this was called "inviting the deity to possess."

Because the Goddess was of a higher stature, being the ultimate faith of the Church, and on the same level as the Heavenly Father, the preparatory work before inviting the deity was more arduous and complex, with many more rites.

Sincere prayers, bathing, and burning incense...

Cleaning the filth from the body and the stray thoughts from the mind to welcome the descent of the Goddess in the purest form.

That all the preparations took only two hours was already brief; there were no three-day fasts or grand sacrificial rituals involved, and Wayne was willing to wait.

"There’s one more thing..."

Anastasia bit her lip, too shy to speak. Wayne read the voice of her heart and said compassionately, "I’ll handle the two statuettes. It’s not sacrilege, so you shouldn’t feel guilty."

Seeing Anastasia remain silent, Wayne continued, "I’ll leave the statuettes with you. I won’t take away your faith, and you can be assured of that."

Anastasia seemed relieved, going upstairs to bathe, to cleanse both her body and spirit, readying herself for the arrival of the Dark Goddess.

Wayne shook his head repeatedly—evolution was truly terrifying. He had promised to give Anastasia an independent self, and she too sought an independent self, but as time went on, she still embarked on this point of no return.

This was Anastasia’s deepest inner desire.

As if in a trance, Wayne seemed to see the lush Dark Goddess.

Plainly speaking—if he were the Dark Goddess and his Magician Girl was overcome by a Tentacle Monster, he would definitely find a way to make the Tentacle Monster pay.

The paradox was unsolvable!

Especially since this Magician Girl held the office of a Holy Maiden, the official certified vessel for the Dark Goddess’s descent into the mortal world—in the eyes of outsiders, the purest of existences. The Tentacle Monster’s actions were akin to reaching up the skirt of the Dark Goddess.

"This is terrible..."

Wayne shook his head continuously, heading alone to the basement altar, opened his Personal Space, and stored the two statuettes inside.

At that moment, the Pale Nest stood by outside the basement, acting as Wayne’s mental amplifier. It was also a highly evolved life form—after its high integration with Wayne, it could cover the entire Lundan with the voice of evolution.

Casting sweets indiscriminately, one could easily imagine the result—utter chaos.

Two hours later, a figure in a Black Robe arrived at the basement altar.

Beneath the robe was a Dark-Skinned Elf, her pure flesh noble and graceful.

Usually, due to the unknown and mysterious nature of darkness, it’s easy to associate it with horror and evil, bestowing it with colors of cruelty, bloodshed, and oppressive sorrow.

Any hue opposed to light and righteousness could be described as darkness, a color all-encompassing of negativity. If anything was wrong, no matter what or where, a simple mention of "darkness" summed it up.

The Elf Form of Anastasia was no different, embodying violence, horror, evil, and lust, yet because she herself was so awe-inspiring and possessed an extraordinary and pure aura, her Dark Elf Form was pure and sacred, embodying a tolerance that could encompass all beings.