Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 900 - 335 Tilling in the Light, Serving the Darkness_4

Chapter 900: Chapter 335 Tilling in the Light, Serving the Darkness_4

Outside the house, Mona sat on the couch in a daze, reflecting on the day’s upheaval, feeling as though she had broken.

She had accepted a lot of strange memories, these shards of memory came with her increasingly powerful abilities, creating a strong impact on her values, even affecting her sanity and choices.

For example, she should be inside the house now, not sitting alone on the couch.

"Are these Saint George’s memories? Why can’t I speak of them, and why can’t my master probe them..."

"If memories keep growing, am I still myself?"

Mona developed a severe aversion to the newly acquired memories. Several times, she had made choices uncontrollably following these memories, which terrified her. She feared her personality would become more and more indifferent and she would grow distant from Wayne.

Due to her strong resistance, the Eye of the Cross Judgment tattoo on Mona’s back slowly opened, forcing her to accept change. There was a tug-of-war between them, and Mona gradually began to struggle. Biting her lip and stomping her foot, she endured the discomfort and walked into the house.

"Boss, there’s something very important I need to discuss with you."

"Ah, now?"

Wayne tilted his head, noticing that the muscles in Chris, whom he held in his arms, were tensed. He suddenly grabbed her tight, leaving no chance for her to escape.

What’s there to be shy about? We’re all sisters here.

"Boss, um..."

Mona was embarrassed to speak, so she resorted to telepathic transmission. She found a new approach—enhanced on the basis of her original disdainful expression.

From now on, she would play an angel who descended to the mortal world, proud and disobedient, while Wayne would play the role of an evil devil, and then...

If you’re going for thrills, might as well go all out.

Typical of you, getting more and more professional. What channels have you been watching lately? Classical martial arts or school life?

With this approach, it must be classical martial arts.

Wayne thought this approach was too avant-garde for him, as a Pure Love War God, but since it was Mona, he didn’t mind the little hardship.

That night, Mona got her wish, suppressed the changes within herself, and the Eye of Judgment was taken aback, keeping its distance and not daring to force her to accept change anymore.

Let’s talk things through, don’t play such degraded games.

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The next day, Chris, with a look of grievance, furiously penned away at her desk. Last night, reduced to being a spectator, she didn’t even get a taste of porridge.

It wasn’t that she was greedy; she just felt neglected.

The secretary is so annoying, we agreed to give and take, mutual benefit, and here you are rolling up by yourself.

I’ll write you into the book just for that.

Wayne got up early and arrived at the Cathedral full of vim.

Hodgson, who was still the Archbishop and not yet dismissed and investigated, followed Wayne’s orders and occasionally contacted Smedley.

Smedley was a cautious and suspicious familiar; Hodgson tried twice but didn’t get the exact location of Hell Gate, afraid to ask too much.

"Boss, we can’t rely on those clergy who are only interested in making money for the investigation; we should also take action," Mona advised.

"Although they are unreliable, there’s strength in numbers. With such a big net cast, we’re bound to catch something; we should just wait for the news," Wayne replied, studying the map and meticulously marking out the possible inverted pentagrams.

"Boss, is there a possibility that you could just go out for a stroll and bump into a devil?" Mona asked seriously.

"How can that be possible, as if I attract devils or something..."

As Wayne was complaining, he realized Mona had a point. Dragonheart Island was remote enough, and the Blood Tyrant had been intercepted by him upon arrival.

Not to mention the Thousand-Eyed Demon; he had chased it from Jianhe County to Lundan, and even taking a walk at night could lead to a personal recruitment by the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

"Do I really attract devils?"

"Mhm."

"Mona, that’s rather rude, at least hesitate a bit."

Grumbling, Wayne stood up and patted his backside: "Fine, I’ll take your advice, let’s drive out for a stroll. I really want to see just how much I attract devils."

"Boss, where are we headed?"

"Here."

Wayne pointed at the map, right at the location of the Cathedral Faith Headquarters that had been destroyed the previous day, and raised his eyebrows: "You said I attract devils, so let’s go back the same way. If there’s still an Evil God in Ford Town, I’ll admit you’re right."

The recently wiped-out stronghold now housed a team of clergy, with such tight defenses, surely based on the logic of overlooking what’s right in front of you, the devil wouldn’t just circle back, right?

Hilarious, absolutely impossible, no devil is that stupid.

This is a sure bet!

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