Chapter 3063: Mercury Chronicles (60)

The massive straw labyrinth was endless, but the giant female corpse that had been nailed to the pillar had vanished. Now, it was Shiler sitting on the ground with his back against the pillar, and standing opposite him was a woman dressed in luxurious attire, her face filled with maternal affection.

"Do not run away anymore; you will surely become my child."

Shiler pursed his lips, blood streaming down from his forehead. At this moment, his body bore several wounds pierced by sharp weapons, and the skin on the back of one of his hands had been completely peeled away.

"Where have you hidden that woman? Why won't you let me kill her?" the woman opposite him said. "Did she bewitch you? Did she make you pledge your loyalty to her? But those are all lies. Get up now, come to Mother..."

Shiler remained sitting in place, silent, showing only emotions of resistance and stalling.

The woman flashed behind him and said, "You cannot stall much longer. I admit your spirit is tenacious, but I have seen too many hard bones; they all eventually returned to my embrace. Why won't you come over? Child..."

"Because you are not worthy."

The air froze to the freezing point at these words. Shiler finally opened his eyes a tiny slit, staring at the ground before him with a somewhat dazed look, and said, "You are not a true mother, merely a pathetic product of resentment. It is you who should wake up."

The woman's expression turned cold instantly. A knife appeared in her hand, and she seemed to want to swing it at Shiler again.

"You shared your power with your children, but they betrayed you. This made you regretful and resentful, and it made you realize that generous gifts can never lead them onto the right path; thus, 'Mother' was born."

"You teach them lessons within the mental world, gestating them anew, benevolently giving them a chance to pledge loyalty to you again. But simply completing the process of pregnancy does not make you a mother; you remain nothing more than a monster born of regret."

"You are the one who is wrong." A ethereal female voice came through. She said, "I gestate them anew, correct their erroneous thoughts, grant them powerful strength, and make them feel warmth and joy. This is what a mother should do."

"You are simply afraid to let go." Shiler's voice grew weaker, yet remained clear. He said, "You fear that if you release the fish back into the ocean, they will never return. From beginning to end, you never believed they loved you. Why is that?"

"Because they are forever greedy, wicked, and insatiable."

"Because education is always difficult. You do not want to put in the effort to teach, correct, and change; you just want to find a fishbowl to contain the fish. You are not a mother; you are merely a kidnapper."

Shiler's voice finally weakened to the bottom, and when the elegant and luxurious woman walked before him again, her face was as cold as frost. The knife in her hand stabbed into Shiler's shoulder without mercy.

But Shiler had no reaction. He continued to say faintly, "You have too many flaws. You killed the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, out of jealousy. You killed your own child; you cannot even manage basic fairness, so how are you worthy of being called a mother?"

"That was because she shamelessly betrayed me!" the woman said, gritting her teeth. "She seduced Hades! He should have been mine!"

"Yet you let Hades go, not caring at all that it was he who decided to abandon you at the time."

"It was not him; it was Zeus."

"Stupid, utterly stupid." Shiler shook his head slightly and said, "If your lover did not arrive at the scene within three seconds of you being attacked, you should have considered him dead."

"Yet you not only pray to him, but even now you feel he was forced. If I were Hades, I wouldn't choose you either; you severely affect the intelligence of future generations."

*Puchi*—another stab. This time it was too deep. Shiler twitched instinctively, and blood mixed with bubbles surged from his mouth, but he still smiled and said.

"You lack love and are frantically craving others' attention. That is why you both hate the gods of Mount Olympus for betraying you and need them to love you. That is why you manifested this side, wanting to make up for your regrets without changing anything."

"Even now, you torture me not because I do not obey you, but because you hate that I released the eldest son to kill your lover, Hades. Although he did not love you in the slightest, you cannot accept this fact. You feel you are avenging him; you are almost moved by yourself."

"But he actually did not love you at all. When the eldest son killed him, the only thing he repeated was Persephone's name. He begged me to find the murderer who killed his wife and avenge her for him."

"No! Persephone bewitched him! You did too! Zeus did too! You all conspired to bewitch Hades, making him completely forget me! It is all your fault!"

The woman swung the knife frantically. Shiler did not resist. Watching the man before her gradually lose all signs of life, the woman slowly threw away the bloodied knife and retreated a few steps, looking lost and soul-less.

She could feel that the spirit of the man before her was becoming weaker and weaker, approaching the edge of death.

The pressure of death could make anyone yield. She decided to try one last time. She stepped forward and cradled Shiler's face, saying, "As long as you obey me, everything can start over. Come here, child."

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist tightly. The woman looked down and saw Shiler's blood-filled eye sockets staring at her with a bizarre gaze.

"It is you who should come over."

Instantly, a terrifying vortex appeared behind Shiler. The woman wanted to retreat, but because she was being held, she was a step too slow, and her entire body was sucked in.

After the two left, the equally weak Circe pushed aside the wheat ears and walked over. After confirming that both had disappeared, she revealed a triumphant smile.

*Hmph*, both of these lunatics have fallen; this couldn't be better. It's a pity it's a disgusting man's body, but never mind, I'll make do with it.

Circe took over Shiler's body.

Meanwhile, in a dark, mysterious space somewhere, two giant faces revealed expressions of astonishment. One of them, still carrying baby fat and looking like a meticulously drawn young girl's face, spoke: "Mother's aura has disappeared. Could it be..."

The other, full of wrinkles, furrowed its brows tightly, the lines unfolding between its brows looking extremely violent and evil.

"It cannot be. She should only be trapped temporarily."

"Then should we continue to wait?"

"I cannot feel any connection with her. This is very unusual. It is also possible that Zeus has made a move."

"Could it be that they are repeating old tricks?"

"You mean they borrowed the power of God again?"

"Otherwise, what could isolate our investigation?"

Both faces were silent for a moment, but soon, the older one pursed its lips and said, "At the very least, we must bring her back."

"I will make a trip. As long as I kill the person performing the spell, I can bring Mother back. I can feel the aura of Mother remaining on him..."

"Go quickly and return quickly."

The girl-like face disappeared. At the same time, Circe, controlling Shiler, found herself waking up in a dark room.

She was still somewhat dazed and could not control her actions well. Through the faint light outside the door crack, she saw that she was wearing a prison uniform.

Where did this bring me? Is this still America?

When Circe slightly adapted to this body, she discovered a terrifying fact—this man was an ordinary person.

He had no superpowers; his strength was okay, but it could only be said to be slightly stronger than an ordinary person, not completely exceeding the limits of the species.

This meant that an ordinary iron wall over three meters high could trap her tightly, and the current situation was exactly that.

And if Circe's gaze could penetrate the wall, she would be able to see the appearance of this building, with the words written in eye-catching large letters on the gate—"Florence Supermax Prison."

And in the dark room, Circe gradually felt a familiar power approaching her rapidly.

"Hecate... Hecate is coming... Let me out!!! Let me out quickly!!!"

In the top-floor office, Amanda threw the documents on the table with an impatient look and looked at the subordinate who walked in.

"Um, the prisoner in room 2206 made some noise..."

"Do not worry about it," Amanda said. "Whatever noise the prisoner in that room makes, you all treat it as if you didn't hear it. I still have to deal with those old things from the FBI later; don't come to bother me if there's nothing else!"

The subordinate rubbed his nose and left dejectedly. After leaving the room, he used the walkie-talkie to tell the guard: "The boss said, whatever noise comes from that room, don't worry about it, just treat it as if you didn't hear it."

Circe no longer had the strength to change bodies. Listening to the girl's giggling sound getting closer in the darkness, she hid in the corner, shivering.

And the woman who was dragged into the vortex by Shiler opened her eyes again and found herself in a room with a fireplace, with several similar but different faces above her head.

"This is Hecate? She doesn't look like anything special," one of the figures with medium-long hair said, hugging his arms. "The Goddess of Magic only has these two tricks?"

On the other side, a person who looked older pulled him and said, "Don't just stand here like a fool. There isn't much time left for us. Professor X is still waiting in line. Let's take her to the operating room first."

The woman felt herself being lifted up. Just as she wanted to struggle, she felt a hand touch her eyes.

The movement was incomparably gentle, but the next second, her eyeballs were dug out. The woman let out a fierce scream, only seeing the face of an innocent child.

Following the sky along the line of the abyss, the high tower remained bright, but many personalities who often came out to be active were absent, appearing somewhat empty.

Greed had a black snake coiled around his arm, discussing with Professor X sitting in front of the window.

"This kind of ability is indeed very rare. I have never heard of an existence capable of gestating personalities anew. However, I insist that this is still a form of brainwashing, just with a different form of expression. The specific situation might require me to come into contact with the experimental subject to be certain..."

"Yes, we have already captured her," the black snake on Greed's arm said. This actually startled Professor X. He leaned over to look carefully before recognizing it was Pride.

"What happened to you?" he asked, frowning.

"Just a curse," Pride said disdainfully. "When that woman dies later, I will be able to change back."

"Why don't you just kill her?" Greed also asked.

"It's because Wanda's prophecy for her is a miserable death, and I have serious business to attend to. Where would I have the time to deal with her? I can only drag it out first and see if anyone else can help me fulfill the prophecy."

"Fine, you should have a lot in common with Jormungandr." Greed turned back to discuss serious business with Professor X, "We have already captured the sample. Inviting you over this time is to conduct joint research. After all, relying on us alone might not be enough to figure out the truth of this ability."

"Oh, Doctor, you are too modest. Where is she? Let's go over and take a look now." ===== CHAPTER 3064 =====