I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 216 - 216 215. The Madmans Rant_1

Chapter 216: 215. The Madman’s Rant_1 Chapter 216: 215. The Madman’s Rant_1 When Lu Ban woke up, he found that it was already late in the evening.

He was lying in bed, covered with a blanket, the window was closed, and outside the storm raged with snow and wind, yet it was as warm as spring within the room.

The blood on his face had vanished, and the wounds had long been covered and healed by plants, leaving no trace behind.

Sitting up, Lu Ban found it somewhat unbelievable.

He glanced around the bedroom, where two wisps of mist twined in a corner on the ceiling, and there seemed to be a vague figure sitting on the chair.

“Is it you?”

There was no response.

But neither was there any further response.

It seemed that it was.

In the past, when Lu Ban had an accident, those cohabitants in his house could only barely make contact with him and had to wait for his natural recovery.

But now, it seemed that these cohabitants had initially acquired the ability to affect and interfere with reality, at least they could help him wash dishes, clean, close windows, and cover him with a blanket.

“Could it really be as Feng Yu said, that the level of pollution in this world is deepening?”

Lu Ban felt the situation was getting serious.

His thoughts after chatting with Feng Yu were simple: to enhance humanity’s resistance to pollution in this world to some extent, the primary method was to first create a certain minor pollution.

Like a vaccine, it would start by mildly increasing people’s thresholds, allowing them to develop tolerance towards those strange and indescribable phenomena from the Foreign Domain. Then, if the whole world fell into the state of Corrosion, humans would be less prone to Mutation.

After achieving this step, what Lu Ban needed to do was to find a way for human civilization to coexist with pollution.

Now that he thought about it carefully and came to his senses, it seemed that most of those Foreign Domains had undergone severe Corrosion and were flooded with pollution, yet they still managed to persist.

And each world had its own way of coexisting with pollution.

For instance, the ore-core disease of the Wasteland, which was said to have destroyed civilization, might have been precisely what allowed the humans of that Foreign Domain to evolve and survive amidst the desert, fighting against the omnipresent insects.

As for the Night Country, the knowledge of magic was a form of pollution in itself, and the mages of the Gray Tower isolated this pollution from ordinary humans through the Magic Network, and even the mages, who were always using spells, resorted to praying to the Magic Network and briefly acquiring knowledge to resist the Corrosion.

Regarding He Dao, the system of Pure Fire and the Shrine Maiden were the vanguard against pollution, at least Pure Fire burned the filth, slowing down the progress of Corrosion and pollution affecting The Island.

And as for the Abandoned Capital, those ruins teeming with monsters might just be the traces of civilization invaded by the Evil God. As for how the Abandoned Capital coexists with pollution, Lu Ban couldn’t see it for the time being.

Therefore, Lu Ban needed to understand the workings of these pollutions and find a method suitable for this world to resist pollution.

This wasn’t something that could be solved by singing “Good Fortune Comes”.

“Wait a minute, maybe singing “Good Fortune Comes” could work; wasn’t the movie theater like that?”

He decided to hold onto that proposal for the time being.

Getting up from the bed, Lu Ban washed up, changed into clean, fresh clothes, organized his backpack, and took some necessary tools with him.

Even though it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, the diligent Lu Ban decided to set off immediately.

He sent a message to Feng Yu and only got “Bon voyage” in reply.

It seemed that Feng Yu was not surprised or worried about Lu Ban going to a place with a [Metamorphosis] difficulty.

It was also possible that she simply didn’t care much about Lu Ban’s life or death.

Or perhaps even if Lu Ban died, Feng Yu might have a way to fix him up.

He put down his phone, Lu Ban approached the table, and opened the book that was both illusory and real, filled with a strange texture…

[Would you like to enter the Silent Lands?]

[Yes/No]

As the handwritten text emerged, Lu Ban lightly touched [Yes] with his finger.

In an instant, countless characters flew out of the book, entwining around Lu Ban’s arms and body like vines. He felt a powerful suction pulling him from within the book. After instinctively resisting for a moment, he chose to embrace it instead.

The windows and doors were shut tight, yet a gale wind suddenly swept through the room, scattering countless shreds of paper. Lu Ban was completely pulled into the book.

And that book, its pages flipping wildly, finally closed as if no one had ever opened it.

On the cover of the book, the pained, twisted face changed into the likeness of Lu Ban, and above it, a few sinister, blood-red characters slowly surfaced.

“The Madman’s Mouth”.

[The flow of time in the Silent Lands is inconsistent with the outside world.]

[The time ratio for this journey is: 1:1]

[Number of companions: 2]

[En route to the Abandoned Capital]

Lu Ban did not see these. He only felt the world spinning around him, overwhelmed by a sense of weightlessness unlike any he had experienced before. Silhouettes of monsters, incomprehensible scenes, and the mad mutterings passed through Lu Ban’s mind. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting on a chair.

“… Long time no see.”

Lu Ban found that sitting across from him was Cui Siter, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time.

Cui Siter’s appearance was the same as always, with his messy, dark hair like seaweed, lake-blue eyes, and a somewhat Western face with prominent features. He wore an autumn and winter coat, a hunting cap, and held a briar-root carved pipe in his hand.

Upon seeing Lu Ban, Cui Siter was startled, but he then proceeded to act as if nothing had happened, lifting the tea in front of him.

“I thought you would appear here in a more calm and casual manner,” Cui Siter said in a lowered voice.

Lu Ban looked around. They were in a tea house with open-air seating, but he was seated inside, near a window. In front of him was a small ceramic cup filled with hot tea, which seemed to be a blend of black tea and something else, exuding a rich aroma that was invigorating just by its scent.

The customers were wearing suits, long robes, and cheongsams, giving the appearance of an early 20th-century metropolis. Men and women chattered animatedly inside the tea house. If one listened intently, they might hear bits of high society gossip, infer some unknown business secrets, or perhaps catch a lonely socialite’s house number.

The people nearby showed no suspicion towards Lu Ban’s sudden appearance, as if he had been sitting there from the start.

As he pondered, another person appeared in the seat next to Lu Ban.

She was cloaked in a dark gray hooded cape and under it wore heavy, sturdy armor; even her delicate hands were covered with steel gauntlets. The woman had light golden, slightly curly short hair and emerald eyes. Without a doubt, this was Shia, a Mage from Night Country.

She first noticed Cui Siter and then Lu Ban, her eyes showing a little less wariness.

“Let me introduce you. This is Cui Siter, a detective, and a Chosen by Gods like us,” Lu Ban said, pointing to the detective wearing the hunting cap, then to the armored young woman.

“This is Shia, a Mage from Night Country.”

Having introduced them, Lu Ban picked up his teacup, prepared to drink the hot tea inside, but suddenly felt a shadow loom over him.

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