Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 955 - 350 Inverted World_2

Chapter 955: Chapter 350 Inverted World_2

Philomena’s body tensed, and a single sentence made her feel like she was being rejuvenated after a prolonged drought, almost ready to believe the other.

Bang!

The Full Moon Pistol pressed against her chin, Wayne’s head exploded again, and speechlessly, he watched a figure running deep into the sewer, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly.

"There’s no way around it, just have to let her cool down for now."

The scene shifted, and Philomena was bound to a Crucifix, her mouth stuffed with a Little Octopus, its tentacles writhing and sticking to her face, her expression both horrifying and fierce.

Her body was overwhelmed with intense negative emotions— anxiety, anger, fear, suspicion, loneliness, brutality, and the like; she was affected every moment, yearning for slaughter and destruction, and also had a severe tendency toward self-destruction.

Her love for beauty still remained, exacerbating under the negative influences into almost a type of obsession.

Wayne, head throbbing, looked at her with difficulty, struggling to bring her into Philomena, the High Priest; her personality was indeed a bit awkward, but she loved and hated boldly, never hesitating when given freely, but this one before him...

Forget it, Wayne just couldn’t get close to her.

"Mina, don’t think about running away, nor attack recklessly, I really won’t hurt you; in the Outer World, we are engaged and living together, and you’re even carrying my child."

Wayne placed the Single-edged Sword and pistol on the ground, snapped his fingers, and the Little Octopus blocking Philomena’s mouth slowly moved away, allowing her to communicate normally.

"Don’t call me so affectionately, I’m not the same person as her, and she would never like you!" Philomena said coldly.

"Are you sure? If you insist on saying that, I have no reason to let you live."

"..."

"That’s more like it."

Wayne stepped forward to examine Philomena’s body and discovered that The Book of Greed could replicate the negative information inside her body but couldn’t take it away directly.

Negative information is still information, also a kind of Laws, these pieces of information flowed into the cover of The Book of Greed and not into the tiny eyeball.

Wayne raised an eyebrow, receiving a hint, and gained a better understanding of the cover of The Book of Greed.

Previously, as The Book of Greed’s cover received information, due to insufficient intelligence, he didn’t understand what those informations represented, but now it seems...

The information is still insufficient; he needed to observe more.

After checking for a moment, Wayne slapped Philomena’s shoulder, pulling the vast life force contained in the Magic Stone in her chest and infusing it into Philomena’s body, making her glow with health and restoring her beauty to its peak.

Philomena closed her eyes in bliss, her withered body rejuvenated, chronic ailments dissipated, and the Golden Triangle stabilized, making her feel revitalized.

It was too comfortable; she bit her lip, unable to stop herself from moaning a few times.

After the procedure, Wayne waved his hand to conjure a mist of water, washing away the terrible makeup on Philomena’s face, and raising a mirror of water allowed Philomena to clearly see her current appearance.

In the mirror, the beautiful woman looked stunning, captivating Philomena, who was lost in admiration for a long moment without speaking.

"Makeup harms the body, and since you were pregnant, you haven’t touched those cosmetics again," Wayne spoke softly, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, seemingly caught in some memory.

His corners of the mouth lifted slightly, smiling blissfully, as if he truly had a wife, child, and a warm bed to return to.

However, that wasn’t the case; he was recalling images of applying a facial mask to the High Priest.

Philomena looked at Wayne and saw his expression, couldn’t help but believe for a moment.

After a brief silence, intense jealousy and hatred surged within Philomena; why did she have to endure hardships in the Inverted World while her Outer World self enjoyed a happy marriage and a beautiful family with such an outstanding husband?

Why!

Philomena’s eyes turned blood-red, her intense resentment twisting her perfect features into a grotesque expression, eradicating any trace of beauty.

Wayne slapped her face, kneading it, pinching Philomena’s lips high up, and said discontentedly, "Your thoughts are too extreme; she is you, and you should wish her well."

"She is not me!" Philomena responded coldly with bloodshot eyes.

"If you’re going to say that, then I have no reason to keep you alive."

"..."

"Understand? No matter what dissatisfaction you have with her, you have to bear it. Without her, I really couldn’t care less about who you are," Wayne scoffed coldly.

Philomena lowered her head, her resentment toward her Outer World self deepening, her intense jealousy twisting her heart.

She was rebellious, wanting to destroy everything about the other.

Speaking of destroying, an idea sparked in Philomena’s mind; Wayne had mentioned that her Outer World self was pregnant. If her husband had an affair during pregnancy, her Outer World self would surely be heartbroken, wouldn’t she?

Smack!

Wayne slapped Philomena’s face: "Don’t think that by staying silent I don’t know what you’re thinking, they must be some very dark, rude thoughts."

"I’m not."

"No, you are."

Wayne hummed, this expression he knew all too well, often seen in the mirror; he was no saint, and deceiving him wasn’t that easy.

"Regardless of whether I am or not, you are still my husband, dear, please let me down," Philomena smiled slightly, her radiant smile tinged with seduction, very enticing.

If only her eyes weren’t bloodshot, she would have been even more appealing.

Wayne sighed; he couldn’t save this world, waving his hand to disperse the foam.

Philomena’s feet touched the ground, and she looked at the Single-edged Sword and pistol on the ground. Seeing Wayne’s non-reaction, she stored them in her Personal Space.

She clenched her fists, her strength returning to its peak, sufficient to survive in this apocalyptic world.