Sardinia, inside the Royal Suite.
In a room with tightly closed curtains, making it extremely dark.
Under Aslan's gaze, like observing a lab animal, and under Athena's gaze full of pity yet enthusiastic for dissection—
Pandora hugged her knees, teeth chattering as she looked at Aslan and Athena before her. Her entire body trembled.
Perfectly explaining what is meant by pitiful, weak, and helpless.
(Why didn't you tell me that working for you for a thousand years meant being an experiment subject for a thousand years!)
(Help, there are bad people here!)
In the room, Athena observed Pandora with curiosity. More precisely, she observed the Circle of Usurpation nearly fused with Pandora.
"Somewhat troublesome—Pandora has merged the Circle of Usurpation with herself."
Feeling Athena's gaze almost like looking at a corpse, Pandora sensed Athena might slay a God and take the Circle of Usurpation at any moment.
Her body unconsciously shivered.
"No! No!"
Pandora crossed her arms in front of her body.
"I merged the Circle of Usurpation into my body to accurately locate God Slayers on Earth and sustain their lives with the Dark Christmas Season."
"If you kill me, the Circle of Usurpation cannot extend over Earth." Pandora said trembling.
The Circle of Usurpation succeeded also due to her position as Gaia, Earth Mother, thus covering the entire planet.
"Why do we need the Circle of Usurpation extended over Earth?"
Athena glanced at Pandora strangely and said calmly.
"We only need to research the Circle of Usurpation."
"Research, yes research… but can we not slay a God to take it?" Pandora said with held-back tears.
This was even worse than being a lab rat before!
"I already promised to work for you! You must save me!!"
Pandora looked up at Aslan. She hoped the other would give her a chance to live, as he did in the Underworld earlier.
"Boss, save me! If I die, who will work for you!"
Aslan and Athena fell silent together. They truly hadn't expected Pandora to use such a reason.
But since Aslan had indeed said those words, it would be bad if he ate his own spit.
At this moment, Aslan glanced at Athena. Athena nodded after receiving the signal and looked at Pandora.
"What you say isn't wrong, but aren't you a God? If you die, you'll be reborn from mythology. After that, you can work for us again."
Hearing this, Pandora was stunned. She hadn't expected Athena's 37°C mouth to utter such cold words.
(What do you mean I have to die first then come back to work for you?)
After all, after returning from mythology, she wasn't even sure if she'd still be herself, if she'd forget past glory and grudges.
If she were willing, would she still need to work off a debt?
Devil! Too devilish!!
Pandora looked at her with slight disbelief. As fellow Earth Mother Goddesses, why did Athena treat her like this?
But Pandora still didn't want to die. She asked hesitantly.
"Since you can't research the Circle of Usurpation, how about researching me? After all, the Circle of Usurpation is in my body, right?"
"I… I'll cooperate!"
Pandora said fearfully. She truly feared Athena might slay a God and take the Circle of Usurpation at any time.
"Seems not bad."
Aslan looked Pandora up and down, pinching his chin.
"This servant also doesn't mind, as long as we can research the Circle of Usurpation spell."
Athena said flatly. Her relationship with Pandora couldn't be called good nor bad.
"Then, strip!"
"Huh?"
Pandora asked carefully.
"Strip what?"
"Hmm?"
Aslan and Athena both hummed. Their gazes fixed on the white dress Pandora wore.
Pandora's expression crumpled, and she smiled very distortedly.
"I strip, okay? Strip everything?"
At this moment, Aslan calmly looked at Pandora's body.
"Of course."
"Fine, no problem, Boss."
Pandora showed a polite yet shattered smile.
"Ugh—"
A low, suppressed sound came from Pandora's mouth, like a kitten whining outside a midnight window.
"Please control yourself a bit, Pandora. Your voice is very disturbing to my work."
"After all, this was your own decision to let us research you."
Aslan was performing an anal examination on Pandora, saying with slight warning.
Pandora opened her large innocent eyes and said shyly.
"Then, can we not use this examination method!"
"Athena, Pandora isn't cooperating. Maybe we should slay the God and take the Circle of Usurpation—"
Before Aslan finished, Pandora said without hesitation.
"Then forget it."
Feeling Athena's cold gaze, Pandora was sure the other wouldn't hesitate if she acted.
After that, Pandora showed a shy yet obedient smile.
Aslan also continued detailed examination of every part of Pandora's body, researching the fused Circle of Usurpation.
Along the way, Aslan also drew a new ritual on Pandora's body.
It was roughly a modification to the Circle of Usurpation.
The examination was bearable—besides slight embarrassment—but why use a brush to draw the new ritual?
Pandora's body itched unbearably, but she could only endure and control herself from moving.
The unbearably itchy Pandora couldn't help turning to see Athena flipping through her phone and forcing a smile.
"May I make one small request?"
"Can we switch to another pen?"
"And why is the core ritual pattern heart-shaped? And it's on the womb!"
(I feel like you're playing with me.)
Pandora had this hunch but didn't dare say or ask anything.
Athena's finger stopped. Her deep black eyes glanced at Pandora, then she said flatly.
"You should ask him, I'm just the assistant."
She didn't even understand what pattern Aslan was drawing. Could this really affect an entire planet's mythology?
Of course, Aslan was just having a little fun, adding some interference patterns to the ritual.
"Oh, right, I heard God's Blood helps paint rituals…"
Before Athena finished, Pandora's entire body shivered.
(No way? Using my blood to paint the ritual on my body? Athena, you're too demonic.)
Pandora didn't dare speak anymore. She feared if she said more, who knows how Athena would torture her.
For a moment, she suddenly felt drawing the ritual on her body wasn't a big deal.
Both humans and Gods always compromise. As long as the roof isn't torn down, they'll agree to open a window.
But since she couldn't talk to Athena, couldn't she talk to Aslan?
Without something to distract, the brush gliding over her body was truly unbearable.
At least compared to Athena, she felt Aslan was just an angel.
"May I ask, what's the purpose of this ritual?"
Pandora asked softly and weakly, as if if Aslan's expression changed slightly, she'd immediately retract her words.
"Purpose—to record mythology, what else?" Aslan answered casually.
"But… why do I feel this isn't recording, but more like stealing?" Pandora said softly.
She could feel the ritual on her body continuously usurping mythological power by leveraging her position through the Circle of Usurpation.
"Of course it's recording."
Aslan said smiling, continuing to paint the ritual pattern.
"It's just that the ink needed to record mythology must be provided by mythology itself, right?"
"For near-eternal recording like this, it's normal for ink consumption to be slightly high, right?"
"Of course, after recording is complete, this world's mythology will truly be unforgettable forever."
This was Mythology recorded using History and Script Authorities. Of course the consumption was slightly large.
Of course, recorded where? Needless to ask—naturally recorded in the Unofficial History!
Besides Unofficial History, what other history book of this level existed in this world?
It was estimated that after all this world's mythologies were recorded in Unofficial History, Unofficial History would roughly complete its upgrade.
It could become part of his Authority Artifact—this was this world's mythology's honor.
Pandora forced a smile, looking at Aslan with a stiff expression.
"Your goal is to steal mythology?"
"How could it be? How can the affairs of scholars be called stealing? I told you, this is called recording!!"
Aslan looked at her with a shocked face, even pausing the ritual drawing.
He had to properly correct Pandora's misconception.
Instantly, Pandora looked at him with slight fear.
She originally thought Athena was evil enough—didn't expect Aslan was the true mastermind behind the scenes.
Cruel, truly cruel.
Then what about her? She wouldn't die too, right?
Wait… Pandora seemed to realize something and stiffly, mechanically turned her neck to look at Aslan.
"You… you don't plan to let us take the blame, right?"
The act of stealing mythology couldn't be small—it would surely provoke crazy retaliation from the Gods.
It was estimated that then it wouldn't be Heretic Gods, but a group of Kings of the End coming to beat her alone.
"How could it be?"
Aslan smiled and said to Athena.
"Of course only you alone take the blame. How could I let a sweet Goddess like Athena take the blame?"
As soon as this was said, the corner of Athena's mouth immediately curved.
Meanwhile, Pandora directly cried out with a "Wah".