Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 385 - 182: Fundamentally Not a Problem for Him

Full Moon Cathedral.

The Moonlight Church’s strongholds include four major cathedrals, which correspond to the phases of the moon—Dark Moon, Waning Moon, New Moon, and Full Moon—as well as the magic depicted in the Moon Shadow Tome, representing the four distinct departments within the Church.

These matters were for later thought. For now, Wayne crept to the cathedral’s entrance, noting the omnipresent gunsmoke and the lack of teammates in front of him, and peered into the pitch-dark doorway.

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The doorway was dim without light, with black mists rolling like tides, eerily silent without a single sound.

The atmosphere was weird, akin to a trap bidding its guest welcome.

Under normal circumstances, Wayne would definitely not take the risk, and even if he did, he would throw stones to clear the path, sending a couple of teammates ahead to check the area before proceeding.

Not today, however. The information tortured out of Dorin’s mind was too shocking; even in the name of justice, he had to make his way there.

And quickly.

If he was too late, Chris would no longer be Chris!

Wayne stepped up to the black mist. Raising his hand into a tentacle, he stirred the black mist, muttering about the bad omen, and strode into it.

Passing through the black curtain, he was met with a sprawling underground lair, its corridors built of stone, dark and dim, with the occasional glow from phosphorescent stones providing a faint light.

The air was filled with the heavy scent of decay. Walking along the corridor, only the echo of footsteps could be heard, and no other sound.

Wayne looked around, spreading his senses. The tunnels were sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, twisting as if endless.

Damp and dark, perfect environments for bugs.

Suddenly, Wayne frowned and started running in one direction.

He ’saw’ a break in the space, a blur of darkness where he couldn’t sense what lay beyond.

At the end of the hallway, Wayne faced a mirror that reflected his own eyes as pitch black, his facial features twisted with a sinister grin and even emitting a nauseating, shrill laughter.

"Hehehehe————"

A standard villain’s laugh.

Wayne frowned in displeasure and threw a punch.

But it didn’t land.

His fist smashed into the surrounding wall, breaking off a chunk of stone fist-sized and violently throwing it at the mirror.

There was a crisp snap as the mirror shattered into countless fragments, and from its depths, a mass of wriggling bugs poured out, their numbers astounding like a breached flood, bursting forth.

Wayne didn’t move, enveloped by Death, enduring the revulsion of the dense swarm and steeling himself to step through the broken space.

There were no other passages around, just dead ends, so he had no choice but to go this way.

"The devil’s twisted sense of humor. This isn’t an attack, just pure disgust," he muttered to himself.

The swarm had some attacking capabilities: gnawing, venom, and the corrosive poison left from bursting. But before the equal hand of Death, these were just petty tricks.

Wayne crossed the hundred-meter-long black torrent to face another mirror. The ’him’ in the mirror was clownish, prancing around as if a fool.

Without another thought, Wayne applied the same solution, digging out another piece of stone and smashing it towards the mirror.

With a loud bang,

Before Wayne could throw the stone, a Magic Bullet shattered the mirror and shot toward him with astonishing speed, leaving no time for reaction.

Hit squarely in the chest, Wayne was momentarily stunned before he saw the figure on the other side of the mirror and flipped his eyes white in mock death, collapsing against the wall.

"Ah!"

Philomena hurried out, her face turning pale at the sight of her beloved hit by her bullet.

She knelt by Wayne’s side, cradling him in her arms with a washcloth, apologizing and explaining all the while as she pressed her hand to his chest, her palm swelling with moonlight, trying to heal the breach.

But there was none, for Death fears not itself, and the Magic Bullet had left no wounds.

Philomena spat lightly, muttering ’annoying’ before pushing away the face that was taking deep breaths against her chest.

As much as she found it irksome, she didn’t actually hate it.

Naughty but cute!

Philomena stood up, arranging her hair with her back turned to Wayne, and expressed her mixture of surprise and delight, "How did you get here? The Magic Department is under attack; shouldn’t you go and check?"

"My duty is to protect the High Priest’s safety around the clock. Without an order from the Magic Department, I cannot leave my post without authorization," Wayne replied, explaining the situation with due formality and lowering Philomena’s expectations before adding, "Besides, what’s happening at the Magic Department isn’t as important as you, Mina. Worried about your safety, I came straight here."

Indeed, I mattered to him!

Philomena’s heart bloomed with joy.

As for the bet they made, she hadn’t mentioned it for a long time now—it wasn’t important. All that mattered was that an honest heart met with an honest heart, a mutual rush of feelings.

Wayne was sparing no effort to exude his boyfriend strength, portraying himself as sincere and reliable. After asking a few warm-hearted questions, he got straight to the point, "This space is the devil’s projection of the Underground Lair. Have you found a way out?"

"I’ve found the pattern," she replied.

Philomena knew this wasn’t the time for romance. She explained her exploration of the chaotic space, how the devils avoided direct confrontation, always stalling for time.

All of the Church’s mages had disappeared. Based on the devil’s modus operandi, she inferred this was a mass sacrifice.

As Philomena spoke, she led Wayne through the corridors, counting steps, demolishing walls, and shattering mirrors as if solving a math problem.

It was indeed a math problem. The space was chaotic but solvable by finding patterns and applying formulas to exit.

As it turned out, high intelligence and being deceived weren’t mutually exclusive.

Philomena had a sharp mind, an accomplished problem solver with impressive magical skills. Her use of swords, magic, and equipment revealed that she was not stubborn, willing to embrace new things.