Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 683 - 278: The Favored One Has No Fear_2

Among the experimental subjects, Philomena was the least contaminated. She retained her own free will, and her evolution was not thorough enough. Yet, despite this, she inevitably developed "improper thoughts" toward Wayne.

For instance, Philomena had a strong possessive desire for Wayne and longed for everything related to him. If left unchecked, the progress bar of her conquest would advance on its own.

This was probably the reason she couldn’t withstand the whip; she desired Wayne too much.

Wayne thought with a headache that if Philomena, the least contaminated, was already like this, what would the state of Saina from the Naturalism Church Headquarters be like now.

This was a wake-up call for Wayne, reminding him that evolution should not be casually granted; once given, there was no turning back. He had to be extremely cautious with the Dragon Blood Curse concerning Hefei and Veronica.

In the following days, Wayne’s research shifted from high-end materials to low-end, focusing on the transformation of The Forgotten.

The process was tedious and dull, constantly involved in compiling experimental data, with tables full of numbers converging in his mind without leaving a single paper document behind.

His head buzzing, the inundation of information made his thoughts even more active—he felt as if he were turning into a computer.

"That’s not right, this feeling..."

"So strange!"

Wayne couldn’t quite understand and found it hard to describe the changes he’d experienced in recent days, that feeling...

His thinking was getting stronger, his efficiency in connecting with elemental compatriots was increasing, and although he hadn’t been practicing, he seemed to be evolving on his own, as if triggered by something within him.

A vague sense of foreboding made Wayne quite wary. He couldn’t tell if the changes were caused by The Book of Greed, or if they were aftereffects left by the Ancient God of Dragonheart Island. He quickly set aside his experiments and sought solace in the pleasures of luxury.

After trying, he found he was still the man who had sworn never to coexist with gambling and drugs—the protector of purity.

That meant there was no issue!

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The cinema.

An romance film was playing on the big screen, and the empty theater had been rented out, occupied by only two people.

Wayne and Ottilia.

The ticket collector spoke fervently. The actor had failed at her dream and was forced to return to her old job. On her first day back at work, she once again saw Wayne.

This guy had changed girlfriends again!

The Resentful Spirits each had their desires, most of which were to visit home, and Wayne agreed readily, allowing them to possess Flora in turns, using new identity documents to return to their hometowns.

The outcomes weren’t very good. They had been dead for too long, and their once-familiar family members were no longer alive. Instead, they were confronted with stranger’s faces.

They were family, but not the familiar ones; their homes were gone, with only the library provided by Wayne left for them.

Regina, having died not long ago, found little change in her family and even met her sister. When parting, she said she had to work in Windsor, Lundan, barely justifying her long absence.

She dared not tell her sister she was already dead, nor could she explain why she was still alive and kicking. After returning to the library, her passion for work was intense, and she was meticulous to a fault—more of a competent leader than Ottilia, who Wayne had recognized as such.

This was very much in line with Wayne’s stereotype of Prussians.

Ottilia’s wish was to experience love, and Wayne generously fulfilled it, knowing she had a thorn in her heart. He did everything possible to let her feel fair love.

Although they both knew that the moment the contract was signed, there would no longer be any question of equal status between them. There was only accommodation on one side and catering on the other.

This was definitely not love!

It was tragic for the artistic young girl. Before she had a chance to experience the sourness and sweetness of love, her life was over. Wayne took great care of her, granting her maximum freedom consecutively, and she, after enjoying a few days, began to restrain herself with the standards of a Resentful Spirit.

As Regina said, since she’d received this salary, she had to be responsible to her boss. No matter how strict the demands, she would overcome all difficulties and accomplish her tasks perfectly.

Looking at this awareness, if she didn’t get a promotion, it must have been because someone else used a promotion tool.

Regina’s high consciousness struck Ottilia, prompting her to reevaluate herself, and she quickly found her place.

Since Wayne had an Angel Secretary, it was only logical and reasonable for him to have two Succubus Secretaries.

A secretary’s job was not just work; the rest of the time was for keeping close to the boss. She felt this view was spot-on, wasn’t it?

In the cinema, seeing no one around, Ottilia sneakily transformed into a Succubus, lifted Wayne’s chin, and gave away her first kiss.

Wayne: (⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)

"Ottilia, that was my first kiss. You need to take responsibility for that."

"Liar, you’re so practiced at it, even a Succubus would have to call you ’teacher’."

Ottilia immediately retorted, about to pout, but remembering the disparity between their statuses, she smiled and kissed him again.

Wayne felt a pang of sympathy and proactively promised her a string of unequal contracts to cheer her up. After the kiss, he praised her, "You learn quickly."

"With the body of a Succubus, of course, I’d learn kissing quickly."

"No, I’m not talking about that."

Wayne praised Ottilia for her rapid improvement. When she first transformed into a Succubus, she had an air of worldliness like a technician, but now she had undergone a change in temperament, becoming graceful and proper, retrieving the feel of her artistic girlhood days.

Even the kiss carried a trace of freshness, not driven by the body of a Succubus.

Ottilia blushed, punching Wayne in the chest: "Bastard, you did that on purpose."

After saying that, she paused.

Wayne gave a slight smile, holding her and said, "That’s right, I never regarded you as my underling. I promised you a romance, and I intend to keep that promise."