Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 878 - 330: My Style is Above Yours!

Chapter 878: Chapter 330: My Style is Above Yours!

The statue of the Dark Goddess was crudely made and had nothing special inside. Wayne had checked it before; it was merely a slightly higher-quality energy storage device, only a bit more advanced than a Magic Stone that stored Magic Power.

The improvement was limited.

The statue could only store energy and had no channels to transmit it, indicating that when Wayne injected Magic Power, he couldn’t connect directly with the Dark Goddess. Only after he left would the Dark Goddess come to collect the Magic Power.

That was fine by him, as Wayne did not want to face her directly. If he could avoid contact, he would.

He raised his hand and placed it on the statue, being careful not to cause any misunderstanding of disrespect. He avoided touching the head, chest, or waist—any private areas—and placed his hand on the statue’s thigh.

Even now, he didn’t forget to cling to the Goddess’ thigh.

The transmission of Magic Power was rapid, and soon Wayne had filled the statue. The sound of rustling clothes came from behind him, but he didn’t think much of it until he turned around and noticed Anastasia’s actions.

That was a naive move.

The Holy Maiden of the Dark Church had her long hair draped over her shoulders, cascading down like a waterfall with a soft luster, her lips elegantly shaped, her gaze gentle, and her face delicate and dignified. Every detail emitted an impeccable beauty.

Her figure was graceful, with smooth curves and skin as pale as jade. A faint fragrance wafted through the air, seemingly the perfect masterpiece of nature, intoxicatingly beautiful.

Her allure was not only due to her rare beauty but also her intrinsic qualities: confidence, nobility, elegance, and a spirit of compassion and sacrifice.

Wayne couldn’t take his eyes off her, gazing in a trance. He paused to think for a few seconds before deciding to think it over again.

After about ten seconds, Wayne raised his hand before his eyes, and a tendril emerged, picking up the hem of Anastasia’s long skirt and covering her body with it.

Nothing special, nothing worth seeing.

After all, he had seen it all before.

Wayne covered Anastasia with her long skirt, shielding her tempting body, and slightly shook his head, "Your Holiness, your illness has worsened. I’ll perform surgery on you."

"What kind of surgery? Is it the type I’m thinking of?"

Anastasia spoke softly, her fragrance enchanting and her slightly raspy voice intoxicating, which made Wayne’s heart itch.

How severely ill she was, her character almost transformed.

Wayne had treated Saina before; with that case in mind, he didn’t overthink it. He blamed himself for being too busy recently, neglecting his control over Anastasia, and summoned the Pale Nest as quickly as he could.

Anastasia looked at the Pale Nest, her eyes slightly squinted, lazily combined with her saintly demeanor, unleashing another level of her charm.

So pure it inspired worship, along with a sinister desire to personally cause her fall.

Out of respect for Anastasia, Wayne immediately suppressed the sinister thought, reducing it by three-quarters in death, integrating it into the Pale Nest. He waved his tendrils to wrap around Anastasia, reshaping her thoughts to help her regain rationality quickly and avoid being dragged into the Abyss by desire.

It would have been better not to treat her, for the moment he did, he instantly discovered the root of the illness.

Inside Anastasia, another thought was hidden, nestled within her own thoughts, parasitically affecting her rational judgment.

The hiding technique was extremely sophisticated; if Wayne did not have an absolute understanding of Anastasia, ten thousand percent more than she understood herself, he would never have noticed this hidden thought.

So, who exactly are you, Your Holiness?

The answer was obvious—to control Anastasia’s being so easily, apart from Wayne, only the Dark Goddess could.

What did the Dark Goddess mean? Disliking the Holy Maiden for being too pure and possessing her to seduce others?

What kind of cunning plot was this?

Wayne was puzzled, old Lundan under the Union Jack, not unfamiliar with the high society. He had thought the Nobles, Royal Family, and the Church were the lowest he’d seen, but only today did he realize that among the high society, the Goddess was the undeniable ruler.

At least the Dark Goddess was.

Fine fine fine, you like playing like this, huh!

Wayne was annoyed, respecting Anastasia’s character even though he harbored a bit of impure thoughts, he never dared to cross the line.

The move by the Dark Goddess was akin to desecrating the Moonlight in his heart. Today, no matter what, he would make her pay.

"Your Holiness, the situation is still within control. Give me five minutes, and it’ll be done," Wayne pretended ignorance, waving his tendrils, wrapping Anastasia into the Pale Nest.

The Dark Goddess was very interested in the Pale Nest, and she was confident in her own methods of hiding her thoughts. She didn’t resist during the integration process and wanted to see firsthand what level Wayne had evolved to.

Darkness descends!

In front of the Dark Goddess’ eyes, a dark and dim starry sky appeared.

This was a nearly dead Cosmos where the Four Elements—earth, fire, water, and wind—were scattered across the universe’s angles, filling holes like repairing material, slowing down the trend of the cosmos’s collapse.

Though it was not said that the east wall was being dismantled to patch the west wall, it was undoubtedly neglecting one thing for another, desperately making futile efforts.

The Fire Element was too dense here. With the Four Elements out of balance, the cosmos was like a withering old man on his deathbed. The decline of the universe was a foregone conclusion.

The Dark Goddess viewed this cosmos as Wayne’s balance. She sighed about the difficult path of evolution. Wayne seemed to march forward successfully and smoothly, but the hidden dangers of evolution had been laid from the start, having chosen the wrong direction from the beginning.

The Evolution path of Void Lifeforms was correct; all beings originate from the Cosmos and return to it, but nothing should have been worse than setting Ancient Gods as the initial target.