Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 59 - 56 Startled out of a deadly illness urgently needing to replenish calories

59: Chapter 56: Startled out of a deadly illness, urgently needing to replenish calories

59 -56: Startled out of a deadly illness, urgently needing to replenish calories

The blade swished through, and the Bird Monster fell to the ground, into pieces.

Foam writhed and sealed itself, remaking his form; this time, he was even shorter.

The Bird Monster looked dumbfoundedly at Wayne, whose appearance had greatly changed, his mind a mushy mess.

Wanting to say something but not knowing how to express it, he asked in confusion, “Blasphemer, do you also know Life Magic?”

After merging with The Book of Greed, Wayne’s height had reached three meters, and his disease-gray skin was wrinkled and veiny.

Although the overall shape was human, his face had no features, and a vertical slit in his chest housed a massive single eye.

Several pitch-black lines stretched from the eye’s corner to the abdomen, adding a spine-chilling horror to the ghastly gray body – it was clear that the Great Eyeball was the main focus.

The massive eyeball oscillated, focusing on the Bird Monster.

A concentrated wave of mental force turned into a beam and violently struck its target.

“Aaargh—”

The Bird Monster screamed incessantly; its knight’s sword hands uncontrollably degenerated into sludge.

Lifting its severed hands to embrace its head, its shoulders sank, its chest melted, like a candle in extreme heat.

Clearly, Wayne had the upper hand when it came to the radiation of source pollution.

The Bird Monster continued its bloodcurdling screams, its spirally protruded black maw vomiting a cluster of white matter.

Half brain, half a white meaty mass, fused together inseparably.

The brain’s nerves twitched – the last vestige of the Bird Monster’s rational thoughts, but it didn’t see it that way.

To rid itself of this negative state, it willingly discarded its last bit of sanity and even gave it a kick, crushing it completely.

Raising its hands, the Bird Monster’s body stopped melting, gradually reverting back to a tentacle humanoid form.

In that moment, it found peace.

Geez, you’re freakishly weird!

Wayne, feeling goosebumps, brandished his blade arms and cut through, while the Bird Monster cackled eerily, raising its knight’s swords to meet the attack.

The two white monsters tangled in combat; on one side, a humanoid Tentacle Monster, on the other, a humanoid Great Eyeball – a scene that, from any perspective, resembled an internecine fight within the villains’ nest.

The more Wayne fought, the more invigorated he became, whereas the Bird Monster grew increasingly sluggish.

Like Archbishop Ivan, the Bird Monster lost its mind; its thoughts dependent on the tentacle vessel, deluding itself into believing it had achieved an eternal, undying form.

However, its thoughts were contaminated and assimilated, slowly losing self-awareness, until it vanished completely.

In less than five minutes, the Bird Monster started crashing into trees, ignoring Wayne’s assaults and only keen on persisting in its vain struggle against the trees.

Wayne stood there perplexed, observing this bizarre living specimen, considering the possibility of capturing it to study in the basement of the big house.

He quickly abandoned that thought as the Bird Monster’s body self-destructed.

Initially maintaining a humanoid shape, it soon devolved into mushy monstrosity, and finally a writhing foam that attempted to form tentacles but disintegrated before it could solidify.

The Bird Monster was dead.

In Wayne’s eyes, its death was inexplicable; it was a formidable foe that had fallen without Wayne even exerting himself.

Wayne speculated it had something to do with the Void Lord.

The Legendary Mage, tainted by corruption, bestowed contaminated knowledge upon their followers, like laundry detergent, affecting their thoughts and decision-making ability, lured by a desire for greater power, and progressively venturing deeper into the abyss.

Thought was the key to everything; without it, nothing mattered.

“Tsk, I swear I’ll never become a follower of anything!”

Wayne ended his fusion with The Book of Greed, raising five tendrils like venomous snakes, intending to bury this nauseating mess of flesh underground.

If left alone, this thing would pollute the environment; it was safer to sterilize it with high temperatures before burial!

Just as Wayne was about to set it on fire, a pendant of a deity floated up from the muck, shining with golden light that morphed into the projection of the Void Lord in tentacle form and began to roar and curse at Wayne.

Wayne braced for combat, his eyes flashing green, ready for a serious fight.

After the minions, elite monsters, and the demon chancellor, it seemed the Demon King was finally making an appearance.

Isabella, you’ve utterly disappointed me; I indeed wasn’t wrong about you!

Wayne prepared to give his all, aware that the Void Lord was no common foe, just hoping that Isabella, in her dying moments, had bitten back at the Void Lord, severely wounding it, ideally leaving it with just a drop of blood.

Wayne devised a dozen battle or escape plans, but the Void Lord never launched an attack, instead, continuing to rant like a fishwife for a good ten minutes.

It finally dawned on Wayne that this was not a Demon King coming out to face the hero, but just the last gasps of a sore loser.

Realizing this, he silently raised a middle finger.

The Void Lord flew into a rage, already teetering between reason and madness; seeing this, it hysterically slipped into a berserk state.

“I will find you, I will not let you go…”

“Wait for it, I will surely tear you to pieces and imprison your soul in the void forever!!”

With a bang, the pendant hanging in the air shattered, turning into golden dust and blending with the air.

“You better come soon; otherwise, it’s not a given who ends up being chopped into pieces,” Wayne sneered back, raising another middle finger to the sky.

“Young Master Wayne!”

From a distance, the Butler’s call was heard, accompanied by three fully-armed maids coming to provide support.

Wayne waved his hand to clean up the scene, restoring the chaotic grove to its original state and turned to the Butler and the maids, instructing everyone to continue holding up in the mansion.

It was hard to say whether the Void Lord had any more tricks up his sleeve, and what the current situation was in the town.

Just in case, they immediately returned to the main stage to prepare for battle.

As time gradually approached evening, Enrold Town was eerily quiet; not a single light was visible throughout the entire town, as if a door of fear lay prostrate on the ground, silently waiting for overconfident intruders.

Wayne muttered to himself, declining the Butler’s suggestion to send a maid to scout ahead.

He made a call to contact Hefei, but the office assistant reported that Hefei was nowhere to be found and could not be reached in the short term.

“That’s strange, doesn’t the teacher always work overtime till late at night?

How come she left work so early today…”

Wayne hung up the phone and, an hour later, received a call from a maid.

This maid had been tasked with delivering the intelligence Isabella had gathered to Lundan.

She drove at high speed, having seen Hefei two hours earlier and only now managed to free up time to contact Wayne.

Wayne nodded, the intelligence must be crucial; otherwise, the Glamor Lady teacher wouldn’t have suddenly skipped work—her dedication to her career was always strong.

Unable to make contact with Hefei, Wayne was unaware of Isabella’s situation and was unable to convey the state of affairs in Enrold Town.

Feeling restless, he was itching to enter the town to uncover the situation but decided to wait a bit longer, considering steadiness.

A night passed without incident, and dawn arrived.

Wayne had a rough night, with no attacks disturbing the calm.

Unable to reach Hefei the next morning, he could no longer restrain himself and instructed the Butler and maids to take whatever weapons they had at hand and make their way through the underground tunnel into the town’s sewers.

The tunnel, exclusively for the use of the Lando Family, was dry and odorless.

Wayne followed the Butler and, upon reaching the exit, released a signal dove to observe the situation outside.

What greeted his eyes were townspeople sprawled on the ground all over the streets.

All dead, not one left!

Wayne was terrified, cursing the damn Earth Core Cult, swearing from that day on to be at odds with them through thick and thin.

The misjudgment lasted only a moment when he realized that the townspeople weren’t dead but in a deep slumber.

He breathed a sigh of relief, emerged from the sewer, and shook a sleeping lady leaning against the wall.

She was sleeping deeply and couldn’t be woken by shouts.

He raised his hand, ready to slap her…

But he didn’t bring it down.

Instead, he lifted the man beside the lady and, with a combination of forehand and backhand slaps, tried to awaken the dormant soul.

“Young Master Wayne, you are a gentleman,” Philark praised.

“The Butler really knows best.”

Wayne modestly waved his hand away, noticing that the street man, despite taking his favorite slaps, was still sleeping like a log, he realized the townspeople were in a magic-induced deep sleep, and physical means were unlikely to awaken them.

Only magic can counter magic!

Wayne abandoned the attempt to arouse the townspeople and tentatively made his way towards the Earth Core Cult’s headquarters.

Five Mage reinforcements, dressed in the white robes of the Earth Core Cult followers, were unfamiliar to Wayne, who chose to outright ignore them.

Because he didn’t look, he carelessly stepped on the face of one of them.

Wayne refused to apologize; they deserved it.

The town was so silent it was uncanny, with sweetly sleeping townspeople everywhere.

Wayne’s Supernatural Sensing triggered no alarms, allowing him to peacefully make his way to the chicken coop.

Wayne roughly guessed the outcome of the battle.

The Earth Core Cult was powerful and could even summon the Void Lord to curse.

Isabella fought valiantly against many, and to protect the townspeople, she had to sacrifice herself along with the evil forces.

A good person, Wayne prepared to go down and collect the body.

He instructed the Butler to wait outside, absolutely not to touch the eggs, and followed the previous path once again into the underground plaza.

The underground plaza was a mess due to the fierce battle, and Wayne carefully stepped over the debris to find Isabella collapsed in a nearly fallen corner.

The smell was right, and she was alive but had fainted from exhaustion.

It’s just…

Her figure had changed substantially, either emaciated or starving, so thin that her figure was distorted.

By now, the Divine Arts had dissipated, and the faint traces on Isabella’s face and her elongated elf ears had vanished, leaving only a strand of dyed dark hair.

Her figure had changed dramatically, almost like a different person from when he first saw her.

Wayne was unsure how to describe it, modifying his first impression of her to “from different angles, she forms peaks and ridges; I only wish to dwell in this mountain.”

“Wake up, it’s morning,” he said.

Isabella didn’t wake, and Wayne frowned as he patted her face, then tried another approach: “Time to eat, there’s a lot of delicious food!”

Isabella suddenly sat up with a start, staring straight at Wayne and swallowing saliva voraciously: “What are we eating?”

Like a gravely ill person who suddenly sits up, urgently in need of calories, she was indeed starving.