Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 887 - 332: A Story About Revenge_2

Chapter 887: Chapter 332: A Story About Revenge_2

Talking about this, Wayne paused, "The sorrier the plot, the better. By oppressing the protagonist, we evoke sympathy from the readers, inciting a frenzy of hatred toward the antagonists. Only when the protagonist rises powerfully and crushes his enemies in revenge will the readers feel a continuous rush of thrill."

Chris nodded repeatedly, then said, "Mr. Wayne, I think I understand the plot and character development, but where’s the literary value?"

"That’s simple."

Wayne grabbed the female student’s hand, and sat her down on the bed beside him, draping his arm around her shoulder, "About this script, ugh, I mean, regarding the literary value, we can dig deep by exploring human nature."

"Can you be more specific, teacher?"

"Through the stark contrast in the protagonist’s character before and after, we create a tragic figure consumed by the flames of revenge..."

Wayne’s hand had already moved to the female student’s waist, his fingertips brushing against her, whispering in her ear, "Initially, he’s kind and compassionate, smiling in the face of all difficulties, believing that hard work will lead to success. Later on, he becomes skilled in deceit and controlling the weaknesses of human nature, almost omniscient and omnipotent, like a devil that has fallen into hell, tormented his enemies to the brink of destruction."

Mona frowned and stepped forward, "Boss, is this really appropriate?"

Chris nodded eagerly, indeed, all this stuff about the devil, what if it corrupts the children?

"That’s even simpler; in the last Chapter we redeem the protagonist."

Wayne gestured for Mona to sit down, blatantly embracing both women, "The protagonist, in his quest for revenge, stops at nothing, harming many innocents. After completing his revenge, he suddenly loses direction in life, reflects on his actions, and confesses before God. In the end, he goes into exile and disappears from sight."

Obviously, what Wayne copied was ’The Count of Monte Cristo,’ the illustrious pioneer of thrilling narratives, the plot of learning superior knowledge and finding a treasure map in prison, similar to some plots of finding a supreme martial arts manual after a cliff jump.

Since there were no great stallions in this world’s version of France, Wayne copied without shame, claiming he was the first to do it.

Mona nodded, the repentant ending and the lonely conclusion of the protagonist’s story made it seem more dignified, indeed adding some literary depth.

Chris also nodded vigorously, not understanding, she asked directly, "Mr. Wayne, how should I write a protagonist who’s like a devil?"

"That’s too easy, you can just copy the personalities of the people around you; you must have encountered plenty of bad people, just model it on them," Wayne suggested craftily.

Chris looked at Wayne, blinked, and then nodded emphatically.

She had found her devil!

"You seem to be entertaining some very impolite thoughts."

Wayne pursed his lips, since it was an insider, he didn’t pursue it further and said instead, "I work diligently every day; my journal is up to the year 1942. With the plentiful updates, I’ve summarized a set of marketable writing techniques."

Chris’s eyes lit up; she wanted to learn that.

"Don’t rush, we’ll talk about it tomorrow, it’s getting late; you should rest." Wayne’s attention span was never very long.

...

Chris rolled her eyes, removed the claws from her waist, and decided she would go to the next room to write; unless it was absolutely necessary, do not knock on her door.

With that said, she hurried off, not giving the pervert any chance to take advantage.

"Viley should have been able to..."

Wayne looked at Mona beside him with an inquiring glance, wondering why she hadn’t held Chris’s hands just now. After all, being the bad cop was part of a secretary’s job.

Mona blushed under Wayne’s gaze, turned her head to the side, and muttered in a low voice, "Boss, I’m going to rest as well. You should sleep early; we have an investigation tomorrow!"

That’s just like you, getting better and better!

Wayne wasn’t aware of Mona’s condition and thought she was just playing ’the disgusted face’ act recently. He inwardly praised her, rubbing his hands together as he stopped Mona from leaving.

The camera pans out, as the wind picked up, waves caused by the cruise ship became even larger.

In the latter half of the night, the waves doubled.

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Dublin.

Capital of the Republic of Ireland.

In name, the Republic of Ireland was still under Windsor’s rule, but everyone knew Windsor didn’t do any governing; Ireland was merely a jewel on the Queen’s Crown, a crop of leeks waiting to be harvested; the two sides didn’t even pee in the same pot.

It was only a matter of time before they parted ways.

But it must be said, the Republic of Ireland indeed had the conditions to do so. Its political influence and international discourse couldn’t compare to Windsor’s, but its strength lay in the backing of Heavenly Father’s Court, which had contributed much to the establishment of the Republic of Ireland.

Wayne, accompanied by his wife and secretary, disembarked. Two black-clothed bodyguards and a driver had been waiting for a while. Aiming for a low-key personal visit to avoid too much attention, Wayne let the bodyguards and driver leave the car behind, deciding to drive himself to a vacation estate in the suburbs.

When your family is large and wealthy, you can find a place to stay anywhere.

Especially after clearing the emperor’s side, there were even more properties that one just couldn’t refuse, which was quite bothersome.

The Magic Department had a limited budget, and Wayne had not been able to secure much funding, so he had only booked one suite to prevent disturbances from outsiders. However, he managed to squeeze out some money from the limited budget to book the entire floor where the suite was located.

Mona and Chris knew the score, rolling their eyes but said nothing; because of the intimate night they shared, they now felt somewhat embarrassed facing each other, but their relationship had undoubtedly gotten much closer.

As the two women tidied up the room, Wayne sat on the sofa studying intelligence reports, pulling out a map to mark and circle four investigative targets.

"Chris, would you like to go out and experience some local culture?"