Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 641 - 266: Teacher, You Smell So Good!

Strength and Faith Fitness Center.

Every believer of the Sun Goddess is a muscle-head, even a cute little girl like Vicky. Looking at her after being cursed, it’s not hard to guess that deep down she also has the heart of a muscle-head.

All members are big musclemen!

Unlike the Naturalism Church that has been deeply rooted in Lundan for many years, and the Moonlight Church which has recently been expanding crazily, the Sun Church’s faith has never been decentralized by the Royal Family, limiting its development. Their biggest hub is this gym.

Head coach Dick, the Golden Mage, the man in charge of the Sun Church in Windsor District.

He stands two meters twenty, with a bald head, a scarred face, a body like a tiger’s back and a bear’s waist, a fanatic wrestling enthusiast, with pectoral muscles that can dance to tap.

Yes, when he flexes his chest, due to the force and weight, he can make sounds by striking the air.

Wayne would call him the number one big muscle-head of Lundan, adhering to the principle of respecting him from a distance, he wouldn’t come to the gym if it wasn’t necessary, and he wouldn’t come even if it was necessary, even with a free gym membership, which he had never used.

Just in case!

After all, it’s the unpredictable Windsor, what if he was ambushed by the musclemen and painfully rethought his bad habits?

The black sedan slowly stopped, and as soon as Wayne stepped out of the car, bald Dick came to meet him.

"Wayne, you’re late,"

"Can’t help it, women, you know, always dawdle before they leave the house." Wayne shrugged, not his fault.

Dick glanced at the car window, a birdcage on the passenger seat, a large suitcase in the back, not a single person in sight, let alone a woman.

"Valkyrie, she’s a woman."

Determined to deflect the blame onto the Knight Armor, Wayne did so without hesitation; the latter, who was not much of a talker, knew he was being framed yet would not refute it.

Although Dick didn’t believe it, he didn’t press on, gesturing with a big hand, commanding his two underlings to bring out the Valkyrie.

"Just put her in the car, I’ll take her there."

Wayne shook his head, "Didn’t Valkyrie tell you? I’m in on this mission."

Dick frowned, but quickly understood Wayne’s intention and advised, "The Knight didn’t tell me about this. I hope you think it through. The Church has sent people into the Misty Sea numerous times, all ending in failure. It’s very dang..."

"No need to say so much, it’s precisely because it’s dangerous that I’ll go in." Wayne raised his hand to cut him off.

"Kid, you may want to chase Vicky, but you don’t have to risk your life, even though I quite admire you for it."

Dick bluntly pointed out Wayne’s agenda, praising him one moment and then turning cold the next: "Lately, Vicky’s been very upset. She pretends to be happy, as if nothing happened, but I can tell it’s because of you."

"It won’t happen in the future."

"..."

The scar on Dick’s face twitched as he stared at Wayne for a while, then waved for his men to get in the car.

The trip was too risky, so Dick didn’t bring many people, just picked two strong and sturdy coaches to accompany him—one bald, the other also bald.

These three brutes together would make even the mob think twice before speaking.

In the other car, Wayne moved the birdcage to the back seat, clearing the passenger seat for Vicky.

Not until the car started and was on its way to Route 114 did Vicky cock her head, realizing something was off: "Wayne, maybe... let’s not go, it’s too dangerous."

Although the man is greedy and lecherous, and used despicable tricks to twirl her good sister around, sometimes, he really is quite charming.

Knowing that Wayne was willing to take risks for her, Vicky was overjoyed. She squirmed in the front passenger seat, couldn’t resist wanting to give herself away for free.

Too bad she couldn’t, they had agreed no more freebies; one must keep their word.

Vicky, looking forward to being pursued while troubled that both her good sisters had completed their progress bars, tilted her head to look out the window and pondered for a long time. Eventually, she decided to get Wayne out of the mission.

It was too dangerous; there was no need to take the risk.

"Wayne, after careful consideration, I don’t think it’s possible between us. I really like Veronica and the senior sister. Our relationship is too complicated, and I want to be just ordinary friends with you," Vicky made her decision, attempting to drive him away in this manner, and added, "No matter who among Veronica and the senior sister ends up with you, I will bless her."

"Vicky, you are such a kind person. Veronica and Chris are way worse compared to you," freёweɓnovel_com

Wayne, gripping the steering wheel, glanced out of the corner of his eye at the blonde head, suppressing a smile: "Last night, Chris warned me not to give you a chance to take advantage of you. This morning, Veronica did the same. They don’t mention each other, just keep telling me to keep my distance from you, as if by your absence, they acknowledge the existence of the other."

Is that what the two little schemers actually said?

They know who came first in their hearts. After stealing her man, they even team up to kick the sister out of the circle, tsk, shameless!

Vicky was furious and ready to confront them on the spot.

But as she turned around, she sensed something was amiss and scoffed, "I don’t believe it. Veronica and senior sister Chris aren’t like that; it must be you lying to me."

"Really? They’ve divided the man you fell for at first sight, and you still speak well of them? I can’t believe it," Wayne widened his eyes in disbelief.

Vicky, feeling heavy in the head, turned to look out of the window, grinding her teeth.

Though Wayne might be stirring the pot and basking in their attention, the truth was the truth: she was first, she was the most aggrieved, and she shouldn’t be speaking well of Veronica and Chris.

Full of resentment, Vicky sensed her attitude was spoiling things and couldn’t resist wanting to keep him around. Gritting her teeth, she began seeking a thrill, trying to find a reason to get rid of him.

"Wayne, where did you spend the night last night?"

"At home, where else could I have been?"