Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 879 - 330: My Style is Above Yours!_2

Chapter 879: Chapter 330: My Style is Above Yours!_2

Too ambitious, but lacking depth.

Even though she had stolen Divine Power from the five God Chosen Knights through the Stature of the Ancient God and advanced a step further on the evolutionary path, it was still insufficient to fill the foundational void due to minuscule efforts.

The Dark Goddess was immensely disappointed and ridiculed herself, overestimating Wayne’s potential. His level of life might be sufficient, but that was all; it was like a flower in a mirror or the moon’s reflection on water, vanishing with the slightest breeze.

Thinking about it, even she found the evolutionary path arduous; she shouldn’t have pinned her hopes on a mere mortal.

Mortals have limited perspectives, seeing only the greatness of the Ancient Gods, oblivious to the true essence behind that greatness.

Thinking so, the Dark Goddess’s thoughts became silent, waiting for the surgery to end before departing.

"Her Holiness, the surgery is about to begin. It will hurt a bit initially, but please trust me, I’m a professional in this matter."

Wayne’s voice arose from a corner of the cosmos, and with a squelching sound of flesh writhing, a tremendously large Magic Eye slowly opened.

This eyeball, embedded seamlessly in the cosmic void, grew at the very center of the world. As it opened, a babble of low murmurs emerged, revealing the limitless mysteries of the ancient cosmos.

Amplified by the Pale Nest, this mysterious and indescribable sound reached directly into the depths of the soul. The Dark Goddess’s silent thoughts were awakened, irresistibly drawn to listen.

Anastasia’s thoughts retained the shape of a Dark Elf, like a translucent spirit, quietly floating in the starry cosmos.

Above was the gigantic Magic Eye.

When the eyeball opened, it seemed like an energy-emitting celestial body, affecting the life forms in the surrounding cosmos, instilling in them the energy for life evolution.

The composition of this energy was extremely complex—some symbolized goodwill towards life, others represented the incomprehensible, existing without significance, and some were stark malice, mixed with terms like Abyss, Darkness, and Chaos that inspired intense fear and oppression.

Following the emergence of full malicious information, a strong stench started to pervade the cosmos, reminiscent of rotting seaweed mixed with dead life forms.

The Dark Goddess understood.

This full malice was not therapeutic but a form of aggressive pollution; she might have been exposed.

Well, no big deal, pollution is also a form of information.

The Dark Goddess didn’t choose to leave immediately; she abandoned her defenses, listened to the chaotic whispers, and planned to more directly observe Wayne’s level of life.

Soon, the Dark Goddess’s thoughts uncontrollably mutated.

She still felt it wasn’t a big deal. Even if this part of her thought-process underwent irreversible mutation, she could sever it any time without contaminating her own form of life.

Plus, cultivating it after severance would provide valuable experimental data.

Today hadn’t been in vain—she had harvested both disappointment and a new surprise.

Keep it up, Wayne; you won’t be left out when things are accomplished!

The Dark Goddess’s calm composure only intensified Wayne’s frustration; his short temper wasn’t evident until he was truly provoked.

The Pale Nest’s amplification in full effect, the halo around the Great Eyeball in The Book of Greed surged.

The former was Gugue of the Ancient God’s Kin’s body, now Wayne’s life form after failing through conventional means; the latter was Wayne’s greatest reliance. Together, they magnified his thoughts to the extreme.

With a crisp crack, Anastasia’s thoughts were violently torn into fragments, the specks of light scattering, recombining into two translucent figures.

On the left was a shadow of the Dark Goddess, covered in a Black Robe, her face a dark Star Cosmos, her features impossible to discern.

On the right was Anastasia, regretting her recent disgraceful act against her faith and seeing the Dark Goddess who had changed her own will without notice, overwhelmed with self-reproach.

As a kin, she had betrayed her faith once again.

A tentacle emerged from the Void, wrapping around Anastasia and carrying her far away.

With full firepower, Wayne’s massive celestial Magic Eye engulfed the Dark Goddess’s thoughts, forcibly altering her life form, causing her thoughts to suffer irreversible pollution.

The Pale Nest combined with The Book of Greed—this was Wayne’s ultimate power, but nevertheless, a goddess is a goddess; shaking her life wasn’t so easy.

Even if it was just a part of her thoughts, Wayne couldn’t subdue her in a short time.

Wayne attempted to imprint the mark of evolution onto the Dark Goddess’s thoughts, thoroughly transforming her inside and out into his shape, ideally polluting her completely until she might as well be a profiterole in his basement.

You want it? Then have it directly, no need for the intermediary Anastasia.

After several hours of pollution, he could still not discern the depth.

Reluctantly settling for the next best, he poured all imaginable vileness into her.

The whispering voices led the Dark Goddess’s thoughts, and because they made some sense, she subconsciously mimicked them, her own thought-form starting to transform.

The Black Robe and the covering cosmic darkness scattered, revealing the Dark Goddess’s infinitely graceful figure.

Her long hair, like a night sky, cascaded down—black and sleek, shimmering with faint radiance, like stars twinkling in a dark cosmos. Her nose was high and elegant, her lips thin and tightly closed, exuding an arrogant and detached coldness. Her eyes, deep and dark, transfixing those who looked into them, drawing them into endless darkness.

The Dark Elf’s ears were long and slender, her figure tall and slim, her curves distinct, each inch seemingly sculpted with care, like a queen residing in a dark throne, exuding fatal sensuality and allure.