Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 43 - 40 Eating Hot Pot and Singing Songs

43: Chapter 40 Eating Hot Pot and Singing Songs

43 -40 Eating Hot Pot and Singing Songs

At noon, Young Master Wayne, having finished lunch, entered the forest to the east of the villa mansion to meditate and practice.

This forest was the private territory of the Lando Family, with a walking path built through it, and it was very quiet, free from the disturbance of outsiders.

One couldn’t avoid going a bit further away—near the mansion, the elements that could be captured were escaping, and other than the Fire Element, the remaining Three Elements didn’t dare to come close.

If they wouldn’t come, Wayne would have to chase after them.

Run?

Hehe, where can they run?

I bet they can’t escape the palm of my hand!

A couple of days ago, the butler Philark changed the weekly menu and created a detailed ingredient chart, inquiring about Young Master Wayne’s culinary preferences.

Philark was an exceptionally good butler.

He observed Wayne’s daily eating habits and realized that Wayne was not fond of afternoon tea and approached table manners with an attitude to save trouble wherever possible.

Regarding dishes, Wayne had no favorite dishes, except for hating potatoes; he was generally impartial towards other dishes.

Whether they tasted good or were expensive didn’t matter; as long as they filled his stomach, that was good enough.

And they had to be fast, convenient to eat, and not disrupt his studies.

Being un fussy was actually the biggest fuss; as a butler, Philark felt his profession had met a challenge.

He collected information on all the ingredients available in the market of the Windsor Kingdom and stayed up late creating a chart, all to discern what exactly the young master liked to eat.

Young Master Wayne, unable to refuse such kindness, glanced at the chart.

He didn’t really care, as long as he was full, but when he spotted rice, he decisively made it his staple food for the future.

Unbelievable, the God-chosen Continent could actually cultivate rice.

All along, Wayne had treated the God-chosen Continent as a magically altered Europe.

Do Europeans grow rice?

He hadn’t researched it, but it felt like, probably, they didn’t.

Regardless, Wayne had acquired the staple food he wanted and felt more spirited when eating rice.

He asked the butler to order a wok, and three months later, he enjoyed tomato and eggs stir-fry and shredded potatoes.

The potato, once banished to the cold palace, became Wayne’s new favorite again.

Due to the difference in ingredients, mainly the seasonings, the two stir-fries didn’t quite match Wayne’s taste, but a reunion always led people to subconsciously overlook flaws.

The butler was too good, attentive to details, bringing Wayne a great surprise, perfect to the point where no faults could be found.

This is professionalism!

Wayne was already satisfied, but the butler was not; he wanted to do better.

The next day, he handed over another chart, introducing spices like chili peppers, green onions, ginger, garlic, and fennel to Wayne.

For a moment, Wayne couldn’t help but look forward to the future; it wouldn’t be long before he could enjoy hot pot.

Eating hot pot while singing songs, just thinking about it was delightful, making it seem like life was filled with hope.

Wayne was extremely satisfied with Philark and would have definitely employed him as his own butler if he had the money.

When ordering the custom iron pot, Wayne sketched a simple drawing and asked the butler to order three pairs of knuckle-dusters as well.

They were made with hardened steel on the surface and were blunt, enhancing lethality in close combat.

Knuckle-dusters were small in size, easy to conceal, convenient to use, and their design protected the fists while increasing the lethality.

If their design was even more exquisite, they could be considered collectible art pieces.

Even if arrested by the police, they wouldn’t have a case against you.

They were truly essential divine artifacts for self-defense and sneak attacks at home or while travelling.

In comparison, crowbars were too long.

Wesley and Hood had been gone for four or five days now.

Wayne, busy with his training, gradually forgot about them, as he had recently figured out a method to capture Elemental Radiant Spots without needing to meditate.

Switching vision and merging with The Book of Greed, he used tentacles to capture the free-floating Elemental Radiant Spots in the natural world.

Advantages: The Book of Greed’s insatiable appetite meant that after merging with it, Wayne’s efficiency in capturing Elemental Radiant Spots increased more than tenfold.

Even if Wayne only received thirty percent of them while on his knees, it was still a huge profit.

It couldn’t be called capturing.

Describing it as stocking up was more accurate.

Now Wayne could meditate efficiently for two hours a day, three if he used medication, dedicating these hours entirely to the improvement of his thinking and magic power, greatly ensuring the efficiency of his cultivation.

Disadvantages: The Book of Greed was too damn greedy, plundering without distinction of gender or age, its principle being to accept all comers.

The Fire Element that Wayne desperately avoided was completely devoured by The Book of Greed.

The first time it happened, it nearly scared Wayne to the point of a heart attack.

Remembering Hefei’s warning, he feared he’d be overwhelmed by intense desires, losing his reason and becoming a greedy, lustful, lazy, and thoroughly corrupt social scum.

The results were disappointing, as even the thousands and thousands of Fire Elements he acquired failed to fill his Essence of Life.

Glancing over the progress bars of the Earth, Water, and Wind Elements, which hadn’t moved at all, Wayne began to suspect that he might be a genius.

There was no need for doubt—facts spoke louder than words, and he was indeed a genius.

Wayne was baffled, on one hand, he recognized the Glamor Lady teacher’s abilities, and the Regional High Priest had a discerning eye that couldn’t possibly be wrong; on the other hand, he refused to accept being labeled as mediocre.

Having crossed over to another world with a golden finger, he simply couldn’t be a waste of space.

Torn between these conflicting thoughts, he habitually blamed The Book of Greed for his troubles.

Could it be that he actually lacked talent, his Essence of Life indistinguishable from that of a common person, and that The Book of Greed simply raised his potential, making him immeasurable by common standards, and thereby leading to the Glamor Lady teacher’s misjudgment?

The possibility was significant!

With Great Eyeballs and tentacles, common logic was out of the question; ordinary people couldn’t even compare to him.

Wayne felt like a fish that had successfully made it ashore after nearly drowning, or a camel that had finally shrugged off the straw that almost crushed it.

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to work hard with the same vigor he had back in his college days when he could stay up all night and still be full of energy the next day.

Three months from now, he would make Hefei take a second look. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He wasn’t trying to prove how great he was, he just waited for this opportunity to fight for his pride and to tell everyone that he would regain what he had lost.

I, Wayne, am second to none!

But first…

He had to buckle down.

His poor Elemental Affinity was his greatest weakness, an indisputable fact that was severely hindering his accumulation of the Essence of Life.

Gradually, Wayne lifted restrictions on The Book of Greed, allowing it to acquire Elements as it wished.

The Book of Greed was satisfied, and he too found a form of joy in that fulfillment.

On the cover’s four corners, the final golden-red eyeball slowly opened.

Though still grey, Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind had built the basic framework, which was both energy and matter.

After meeting the most fundamental requirements, The Book of Greed officially awakened.

Wayne’s tendrils became more numerous, increasing the speed at which he plundered Elemental Radiant Spots!

The grey eyeballs lost their listless appearance, gradually taking on a lifelike charm.

Those tiny eyeballs that previously did not respond to Wayne now, with the framework in place, each made eye contact with him.

The central and largest eyeball on the cover was Wayne himself, each of the others representing different attributes, with one signifying moonlight and another signifying Death, while many more remained chaotic and unnamed for the time being.

The eyeball that represented moonlight pointed to the Magic Seed left inside Wayne by Chris, from which The Book of Greed had plundered some sort of information, though it was so minor as to be negligible;

The eyeball that represented Death pointed towards Caforno Town, which had been sacrificed by the Death Walkers, significantly bright and the most luminous one next to the Great Eyeball;

The rest came from the Gate of Truth and were categorized by The Book of Greed, with varying amounts, though most could be disregarded as negligible.

Wayne had yet to find the correct way to unlock these eyeballs, or perhaps the necessary conditions had not been met, making them currently inaccessible.

Pensive, he clung to the subtle clues and slowly began to develop theories, and gradually he started to understand something.

“Cheating feels great!”

Wayne’s heart settled, and he no longer resisted the Fire Element.

He wasn’t bound by conventional wisdom, the standards that measured ordinary mages didn’t apply to him; his goal was to plunder more of the Four Elements, first to meet the demands of The Book of Greed, and then to satisfy the needs of his own Essence of Life.

“The Elements around here are still too few.

Isn’t there a sacred cultivation site where I can get my fill in one go?” Wayne frowned.

“Young Master Wayne, you have a phone call.”

Butler Philark walked down the shaded path and approached Wayne.

“Who is it?”

“Mr.

Hood.”

“…”

So, who the heck is Hood?