Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 958 - 351: Wayne, You This Birth!

Chapter 958: Chapter 351: Wayne, You This Birth!

In the Inverted World, Philomena was ultimately not Paris’s High Priest. Once she confirmed that Paris was entering the Underworld Great Tomb, she resolutely protected him by standing in front of him and took on the task of covering the rear.

To guard against any sneak attacks from behind, she would guard the entrance and wait for Paris to return victorious.

She put it nicely, not wanting to die inside with Paris.

Paris wasn’t reluctant either; he spread his thoughts to scout ahead and soon disappeared from Philomena’s sight.

Philomena had said she would guard the entrance, not letting even a mouse get through. Once Paris was far enough away, she chose a nearby sewer to hide in and concealed her presence, effectively becoming invisible.

Her invisibility was fake, but Paris’s was real. He took out the gift from his father-in-law from his Personal Space and put it on right away.

The Shadow Cloak!

This cloak could hide the user’s thoughts and physical form, blending into the surrounding environment from optics to magic, truly achieving invisibility.

Of course, the Shadow Cloak wasn’t invincible. It couldn’t disappear on a physical level and would still trigger magic prohibitions’ alarms.

Good enough!

Paris knew the preciousness of this cloak. Ivan had used it to evade his thought detection, catching him with the Dark Goddess in the act—a less than ideal situation, but the process had been impressive before Ivan knelt down.

The Underworld Great Tomb was extensive and labyrinthine, like a vast maze hidden deep within the city.

Millions of corpses were buried here, including many well-known figures from various circles. It was the proud creation of the Headless Knight, built under the command of the Goddess of Death for unknown reasons, seemingly concealing some significant secret.

After building the Underworld Great Tomb, the Headless Knight settled down there and never left, no longer caring about the seal on the Icebound Continent.

"This world might not know of the seal on the Icebound Continent. The descendants of Ancient Gods are more powerful than demigods, so probably it doesn’t exist here..."

"There’s the Underworld Great Tomb but no Headless Knight..."

"When the Inverted World was newly created, it was a one-to-one replica of the Outer World at that time, even the memories should have been copied over..."

Paris hadn’t played detective in a long time, keeping busy with other matters, but his detective reasoning skills had never dropped. Just from the information obtained from Philomena’s mouth and his own observations, he determined that the emergence of the Inverted World was not simple.

Merely serving as a garbage can for the Outer World to carry its negative information didn’t make sense. The mirror that accelerated the collapse of the Inverted World shouldn’t have existed, shortening the time for carrying negative information was unreasonable.

Paris felt that this world was artificially created and more like a large-scale laboratory than a garbage can.

What exactly was being tested, perhaps Dreyne knew some information.

It was still necessary to find the White Night Purity Words, to reintroduce himself!

"How strange, God’s Chosen Knights are demigods, unable to exist in the Inverted World, but Divine Artifacts are always there, like that person I met before, who even had the Shadowmare and Yuliya..."

"What exactly are the Divine Artifacts of the Inverted World, real projections split from ’him’ and ’her’?"

"Will the White Night Purity Words of the Inverted World recognize me?"

"Do the Goddesses pay attention to this world..."

A pile of questions plagued his mind, but Paris was not only unanxious but also felt a joyful sense of solving puzzles, exploring mysteries, whether historical or factual, which he deeply enjoyed.

The space inside the Underworld Great Tomb was massive, much larger than Paris had anticipated, and he was in no hurry to find Galver, focusing mainly on exploring the Underworld Great Tomb.

There was a premonition that he would eventually enter the Outer World’s Underworld Great Tomb and face a fair and square battle against the Headless Knight.

He held a sword and rode a horse, while the Headless Knight used his fists—fair and square without a doubt.

Two hours later, Paris gradually neared the central area of the Great Tomb, having mostly explored the surrounding areas, with only the final core region remaining.

As he approached the core area, the surrounding magical prohibitions gradually increased, and a slight mistake could trigger an alarm.

Paris’s problem-solving capability was ordinary, despite having extensive knowledge, akin to God’s Chosen Knights who advocated brute force. Instead of solving problems, it was better to eliminate those posing the problems.

At this time, the Shadow Cloak had become a burden, not as convenient as using his legs.

Paris put away the Shadow Cloak and his body dispersed into a mass of white mud, adhering to the arranged corpses on the left, squirming through the bones.

...

On a throne built from a mountain of bones, occupied by an elf handsome man, the seat of the Headless Knight.

Wearing white fitted armor, silver hair draped over his shoulders, elf ears slender, facial features beautiful and androgynous, slightly dressed up it would be hard to distinguish gender—master of disguise.

The Moonlight Knight of the Inverted World, concurrently Pope, Great Sage, and Holy Maiden—Galver!

Indeed, the Holy Maiden of the Moonlight Church had also been killed by him.

Below the mountain of bones, a flat space was cleared, a long conference table filled with elite members of the Moonlight Church with red eyes on both sides, both men and women, starting with Golden Mages up to legendary powerhouses.

Like Philomena, they appeared haggard, tormented by negative information into a non-human state and without Philomena’s beautiful foundation, they looked even more wretched after their downfall.

Paris glanced at the room number; it was a refugee camp of the Moonlight Church, not Hell’s office in Paris.

Although that wasn’t incorrect either, as the Outer World’s Underworld Great Tomb had already been occupied by devils.

"Knight Lord, our envoy sent out was killed by the Pope of the Naturalism Church, she refuses to negotiate and demands our immediate surrender..."

A Golden Mage in a black robe stood up, recounting the humiliation suffered at the Naturalism Church with a fierce expression, "Pontiff Saina claims you are merely a thief of Divine Artifacts, without the right to sit on an equal footing with her, which is absolute nonsense. Her Elemental Mantra was also found, not hers. Without the Elemental Mantra, she wouldn’t have become Naturalist Knight, nor could she rule the entire Naturalism Church."