Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 886 - 332: A Story About Revenge

Chapter 886: Chapter 332: A Story About Revenge

November 2, Night.

Irish Sea, Cruise.

On the route to the Republic of Ireland, Wayne had traveled once before, crossing the Irish Sea Strait, with the destination being the capital city of Dublin, at the port of the Republic of Ireland.

As the second-largest city in the Windsor Federation, next only to Lundan, Dublin is rich in history and culture. With its warm winters, cool summers, and beautiful scenery, it is an exceptional tourist destination.

Last time, Wayne rushed to Fasker City in Northern Ireland for a raid and didn’t stay in this city, only stopping briefly as a transit point. This time, he was leading his wife and secretary on a government-paid vacation, planning to stay for several nights.

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On the silent sea surface, a cruise ship of the Beauford Family was slowly sailing, with the sea breeze gently blowing by, as the ship sliced through the water, leaving behind a slender trail.

The lights on the cruise ship twinkled. Its overall silhouette appeared dimly visible under the moonlight, these lights flickering along with the waves of the water, altogether creating a dazzling scene of shimmering lights.

Outside, the sound of water was incessant, while inside the luxury cabin, big eyes stared at small eyes.

"Chris, it’s time to rest, you have to work tomorrow!" Wayne said with a stern face, looking at Chris, with the loyal Secretary Mona standing behind him.

Although his expression was serious, as if he were defending justice, Chris was no longer the naïve Magician Girl she used to be; she instantly saw through the sinister intentions and shook her head vigorously like a rattle-drum.

"No, I am going to pull an all-nighter writing my novel tonight, I’m not planning to rest!" Chris emphasized heavily, her words dismissing any nonsense.

Mona stood expressionless behind Wayne, her demeanor strikingly similar to Megan beside Austin.

Like Chris, she too found Wayne’s idea shameless; one-on-one was okay, but gang-up was absolutely not acceptable.

Mona didn’t voice her thoughts, she didn’t initiate nor reject, playing the role of someone obedient.

She felt she might be ill; ever since her Evolution, she had a strong internal rejection of intimate interactions with Wayne, something unthinkable before.

Mona couldn’t pinpoint the root of the illness, fearful that Wayne might misunderstand, she decided to apply drastic measures to combat the worsening condition with even closer interactions.

Consider it a punishment!

Thinking about it made her somewhat shy, somewhat corrupt.

"Chris, staying up all night to write is bad for your health, trust me, you are very talented. You can write just as well tomorrow." Wayne rubbed his hands together, leaned in close, and snatched the manuscript from Chris’s arms.

He quickly flipped through a few pages; the content was rich, and the settings were grand, leaving a profound impression on him.

Translated, it’s a bunch of useless stuff that loses your interest after one glance, giving you a headache after reading.

Wayne hesitated to speak, about to stop but speaking again, finally giving a diplomatic suggestion, "Senior, have you considered switching genres?"

"What’s wrong, it’s not good?"

"The structure is compact, the content rich, while being concise in language yet containing deep thoughts; it’s a very excellent romance novel," Wayne commented with a straight face.

"Wayne, I wrote a detective novel."

"Same difference, solving crimes doesn’t impede romance."

"..."

Seeing Wayne give such a comment, Chris couldn’t help but sigh, "Tell me straight, I don’t have the talent for writing, right? Viley thinks so too."

"What does Viley know about novels, don’t listen to her nonsense. If you don’t believe me, go ask Veronica, hear what she thinks."

"Veronica said your diary looks better."

Chris looked melancholically at Wayne, "I’d like to borrow your diary to reference, Veronica wouldn’t let me, you’ve written several books for her and I haven’t seen a single word."

That’s so sour, it’s the fresh scent of lemons!

Seeing Chris’s grievous face, Wayne proficiently pulled her into his embrace, sweet-talking her to cheer her up.

Chris was no longer the Magician Girl who liked sweet nothings. A Magician Wife prefers actions. Since Wayne was so good at keeping a diary, perhaps he could help devise a plan to fulfill her dream of writing and establishing a name for herself.

Saying this, she handed the manuscript to Wayne for him to help revise.

How to revise this, except for the author’s name, everything else needs deleting.

Wayne blinked and suggested slyly, "Chris, is there a possibility that detective novels are hindering your talent? Maybe you should switch to another genre."

"Like what?"

Feel-good novels!

Look at this elementary school level of writing; it’s a pity not to write feel-good novels.

Wayne thought for a moment; he knew that feel-good novels, regardless of their era or societal structure, would not fit the current era of the God-chosen Continent, making it difficult to provide Chris with material to copy... cough, to reference.

"Wait, there might indeed be one."

Wayne murmured to himself, tossed the manuscript in front of him aside, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Chris, I’ve thought of a revenge story, it features a twisting plot and vivid characters, not only is it satisfying to read, but it also holds significant literary value."

"Let’s hear it."

"A story of revenge."

"The Prince’s Revenge Tales are overdone already, knight novels are more popular."

"It’s the same idea, similar excitement."

Wayne coughed lightly twice, cupping his hands, and slowly began, "The protagonist is a sailor, from the lower social strata. He has a beautiful fiancée and is about to achieve a breakthrough in his career due to his hard work..."

"Success in both career and love invites jealousy, a group of people conspired and sent him to prison, his rising position gone, and his fiancée stolen by a rival."

"The kind protagonist reflected deeply during his ordeal, had an enlightenment in the dragon field, and decided to seek revenge. In prison, he met elites from various fields, and also obtained a treasure map..."

"After getting out of prison, those who had framed him had become either billionaires or powerful people, and he, aside from money and knowledge, had nothing."