Chapter 162 (2): Angel Trap
The black luxury sedan returned to the hotel. Wayne sat on the sofa, toying with the sacred lance pendant. It was a masterpiece of a magical item inscribed with the sacred text of the Golden Law. According to the Book of Greed, it was of exceptional quality.
Wayne categorized magical items into several tiers.
There were the small trinkets made by ordinary mages, unworthy of any discussion. The mushrooms used by Nature mages and the sunflower Veronica gave Vera as a gift belonged to this tier. Above that were the Sun gems and Moonlight shortsword. Then the ring of Darkness Planck gave him was slightly superior and occupied a higher tier.
The highest tier was undoubtedly Shadow Nightmare, which came with built-in transformation effects. The value of a chosen knight had never depreciated, and even the sacred lance of heaven couldn’t compare to it.
Though the sacred lance couldn’t transform him, it had its merits. He could inscribe it with his thoughts, allowing him to control its size at will. The knightly weapon exceeded two meters in its half-unleashed state, and once it was fully unleashed, it would surpass five meters. Its wielder could further expand it by injecting it with mana.
The sacred lance didn’t have a blade. Its primary attack method was charging and thrusting, placing extremely high demands on its wielder.
After playing with it for a while, Wayne didn’t hang it around his neck, but instead opened up the crevice in his chest and had a few tentacles pull it inside. In a way, it could be considered a bag of holding.
Mona was still studying the Pope’s gift. After a moment, she looked at Wayne with confusion. “Boss, this cross necklace can help me transform just like mine, only the quality is better. However, it requires two masters. My thoughts alone cannot activate it. It seems specifically crafted for an angel’s servant.”
She unbuttoned her collar and pulled out her old necklace.
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How difficult life must be for you. While you represent light, you’re constantly under the pressure of immense evil.
“Let me take a look... Why are you unbuttoning your shirt further? I meant the necklace. Seriously, can’t you be as pure as I am?”
He took both necklaces to compare them. The old one was slightly warm to the touch, but other than that, there seemed to be no difference between the two designs. Only the new one required two minds to activate, as Mona had said.
He tried it. The first attempt to inscribe it with his thoughts failed, but the second time, using the Golden Law’s holy light to ‘prove’ once again that he was one of theirs, he successfully left his mark.
“Strange, my authority over the necklace is higher than yours, but it isn’t going to serve me or transform me...”
Wayne paused. Right, the white battle outfit looked amazing on Mona, accentuating her curves and showing off her long legs. If the image was used as propaganda, devotees would be rushing toward the church, waving their money. It shouldn’t be put on him, though. That would be an assault on the eyes.
He handed the pendant to Mona, asking her to transform to test its quality.
The moment Mona took the pendant, Wayne let out a soft exclamation, his expression instantly grave. So that was how the pendant worked. No wonder it required the thoughts of two individuals, one holding power over the other. The Pope... was a fricking genius!
“Boss, is something wrong?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Wayne said seriously. “Transform first, and I’ll see what happens.”
Puzzled, Mona put the new cross necklace around her neck. Before she could even recite the incantation, the act of shifting her thoughts alone completed her transformation in an instant.
She looked at the white uniform on her body with delight. Not only was there no casting time, but the mana disturbance was also concealed, making stealth much easier. Moreover, the golden cross pattern on the uniform was more sophisticated than before. Her holy power surged, providing an observable enhancement that lifted her faith in holy light to a higher level.
“Boss, this is incredibly powerful!”
Mona was overjoyed. Even in her normal state, she was buffed to an unbelievable level. If she borrowed her master’s Golden Law through her stigma, the two sources of amplification would push her power to even greater heights.
With this power, she wouldn’t have to fear being left behind by her master; she could always stay by his side to serve him.
“How naive. This is just the beginning. Its power goes far beyond this, exceeding your imagination. It’s so mighty that...”
You’ll be able to tempt me into doing it nine times in a night!
Wayne steepled his hands under his chin, a mysterious glint flickering in his narrowed eyes. “Mona, I can control the battle suit you’re wearing with my thoughts.”
“Really?” Mona said in surprise. “Is it meant to restrict the servant to protect you from harm, Master?”
If so, she found it unnecessary. The Golden Law was the best restriction. She wouldn’t and couldn’t disobey Wayne’s commands.
“No, it’s more... It’s hard to explain. Let me put it to the test, and you’ll understand.”
He didn’t waste his time explaining. Eagerly, he started reshaping the battle suit through his thoughts. There was a flash of white light. Then the white uniform disappeared, replaced by a white bikini.
Mona froze, her face suddenly bright red. She crouched down with her hands covering her chest, stammering incoherently. He got the gist of it; she meant that the item had to be broken.
Don’t be silly. You’ll sooner get a bun in the oven than it’ll break!
“Stand up. The equipment is quite strange. For your safety, I need to examine it carefully. Yes, I’m talking about you. Take your hands away. Don’t interfere with my study.”
“But... but...”
“There’s no ‘but’. This is serious research for science. Don’t keep having improper thoughts.”
“...”
Mona didn’t believe him. The research might be serious, but the clothes on her body weren’t. With so little fabric on, how was it any different from being naked?
In that moment of intense embarrassment and grievances, countless improper thoughts flashed through her mind, with one voice growing louder and louder: she was an angel’s servant. Anything the angel wanted, she should do her utmost to satisfy. Besides, she had always harbored impure thoughts about her master, seizing every opportunity for physical contact and creating opportunities when none existed.
Modesty made her cautious, preventing her from acting on her thoughts. Now that she had an excuse, why not go for it?
The voice was so loud, each word striking a chord in her heart. She suppressed her embarrassment and slowly lowered her clenched fists.
White light flashed once more, transforming the outfit back to the original white battle suit. Then she was suddenly dressed in a bunny girl swimsuit, completed with two white rabbit ears.
What an amazing magical item. It can transform into anything I imagine. But why is everything white? Is that the church’s bottom line? And the golden cross remains a constant as well, no matter how the outfit changes. Is there a deeper meaning?
Golden cross against white background... an angel trap?
Got to admit it’s quite eye-catching.
Wayne raised an eyebrow. Seeing things as they were, he could confirm that the Church of Heavenly Father might as well be a brothel. The Pope wasn’t giving Mona a gift, but giving Wayne two presents.
But how would that benefit the church?
Reincarnated angels had no inherent bloodline. If a child was produced, the child would still have human blood, and their potential wouldn’t—wait, thoughts could be the deciding factor. Even with human blood, a child born from an angel could have potential that ordinary people couldn’t compare to. Furthermore, an angel’s child might be able to leverage their familial connection when entering heaven and looking for a partner!
He had a general idea of the Pope’s intentions. It was a decent plan, but shouldn’t angels be indifferent to carnal desires? Could the plan really give the churches hostages to use against the angels?
Why would I worry about that? It has nothing to do with me. I’m just here to enjoy the view.
He continued to control his thoughts, trying out school uniform, nurse outfit, police uniform, flight attendant uniform, Victoria’s Secret, inspector outfit, knight princess’s armor, and so on, his imagination getting more and more outrageous.
When Mona was thoroughly overwhelmed, he found himself getting excited. He cleared his head by drawing Death’s power. His thoughts guided the outfit on Mona back to its original form.
“That’s enough for tonight. I’m done.”
Mona looked confused. Done? Had he even started anything? That was too fast!
“We’ll continue tomorrow night. This is an excellent item. It has given me many creative ideas.”
He rubbed his hands together. With this, he would never run out of inspiration. He could definitely design new bestsellers.
Time to make more money!