I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 233 - 233 232. Behind the door_1

Chapter 233: 232. Behind the door_1 Chapter 233: 232. Behind the door_1 [Congratulations on completing the mission.]

[The settlement will now begin.]

[Mission Exploration Degree: 99%]

[Mission Completion Status: Perfect]

[The grotesque and bizarre world, is it but a delirium spoken by The Maniac’s Mouth, or a portrait of the cruel reality? Is it misfortune brought upon this world by those creatures of madness, or is it the world’s own insanity that bred those evils? Between the crack of reality and illusion, you have witnessed the end of the story.]

[Silence Points Awarded: 84500 Points]

[Professional Reward Received: Item: The Lunatic’s Whisper]

[Settlement completed]

[Enrich your world view, satisfy your audience, bring more thrills and screams, let the world go mad for your creations.]

[Choose to complete the professional development task to receive professional rewards.]

[Welcome back to the Silent Lands.]

When Lu Ban saw the reward, he was stunned for a moment.

He counted the zeros again to make sure there was no mistake.

“Over eighty thousand Silence Points?”

Two thoughts immediately came to Lu Ban’s mind.

The first was that he had made a killing.

The second was that the Mutation difficulty truly was a great civilization.

With the previous [Corrosion] difficulty, he had to tirelessly investigate everywhere, and even at full completion, he only earned just over ten thousand Silence Points. Now, with [Metamorphosis], although the exploration degree was also high, the reward had been multiplied by several times.

Lu Ban was beginning to understand why the items sold in the high-end section of the Silent Department Store were so expensive.

Two [Metamorphosis] difficulty missions equaled earnings of over a hundred thousand. He could buy Essence Extraction materials without a second thought. If he accumulated five hundred thousand points, he might even unlock the selling function. By then, a thorough sweep through the Foreign Domain would earn him a fortune.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban felt anticipation.

Of course, he was still some distance away from five hundred thousand Silence Points. Even if he could get sixty to seventy thousand points every time, it would require several missions. Those things had to remain just a thought for now.

Lu Ban checked his gains and discovered that the books from the Ancient Capital were all there, complete from beginning to end, amounting to millions of words. If Lu Ban were not so particular, he could easily transcribe these books and publish them.

However, he was not that kind of person, and besides, the publishing industry was in such a slump. Laboring through three rounds of revisions and proofreading for a published book might not make as much money as Qin Tiantian can earn from a week of streaming, a truly thankless task. At most, he could extract a small section of the text as a movie easter egg, a giveaway.

As for the other images, Lu Ban glanced over and quickly found a video file.

This video was labeled ‘door’.

Upon clicking, he saw a large bronze door with an antique design, the very one from the church’s basement.

But, Lu Ban felt that something was missing from this door.

He watched for a while before suddenly realizing that the door no longer bore those peculiar Foreign Domain characters.

The video fluctuated between close and distant shots, as if something was observing the door. Staring at the screen, Lu Ban suddenly slapped his thigh.

“This is the view from inside the door!”

The moment he realized this, Lu Ban saw the camera angle shift.

The corner of a huge figure, indifferent, immense, absolute, and irresistible, came into his view.

Hum—

In an instant, Lu Ban’s ears rang with a buzzing sound. His eardrums burst, losing all his hearing, his eyes, as if someone had splashed them with blood, suddenly turned a scarlet red. Blood seeped from his nose, and his brain, as if it was being frantically churned in a blender, started to boil.

A plume of green smoke emerged from Lu Ban’s ears, nose, and mouth, accompanied by the strong stench of burning.

Thud—

Lu Ban fell to the ground, twitching twice before lying still.

The video continued to play, with everything in Lu Ban’s room seeming suppressed, not daring to make a peep.

Even the grass on his body grew extremely slowly, as if it too was being suppressed by something.

At that moment, the door to Lu Ban’s room was suddenly pushed open, and a person walked in.

He glanced at the screen, furrowed his brows slightly, turned it off, then shook Lu Ban’s body.

Seeing no response, he pulled Lu Ban up, placed him on the bed, and diligently wiped the blood off his face with a wet towel.

Upon drawing back the curtains, sunlight poured in, and the grass on Lu Ban’s body finally began to grow robustly again.

It wasn’t until the afternoon, as the sun set in the west, that Lu Ban once again opened his eyes.

“I never expected to spend my Spring Festival like this…”

He moved his head around, looked at the blanket covering him and was about to comment on how thoughtful his housemate had become when he suddenly caught a whiff of a tantalizing scent.

Could it be stir-fried crab?

The unique aroma that crustacean shells release when heated is quite distinct, and just the smell of it was enough to whet Lu Ban’s appetite.

His ethereal friend is now so skilled as to cook?

Listening to the sounds of cooking emanating from the kitchen, Lu Ban thought.

He stood up, left the bedroom, and headed to the kitchen.

Instantly, Lu Ban saw a familiar figure.

“Feng Yu?”

His class leader Feng Yu was busy in front of the stove, wearing an apron.

“You’re awake? Go freshen up, dinner will be ready soon.”

Feng Yu spoke naturally, much like a nurturing mother.

On the table, Lu Ban saw a dish of stir-fried garlic and bacon, a plate of scrambled eggs with loofah, a plate of sweet and sour ribs, and crab soup simmering in the wok, while the rice cooker was filled with rice, its fragrance wafting through the air, feeling just like home.

Lu Ban reached out to sneak a piece of bacon but before he could grab it, Feng Yu caught him in the act.

“Wash your hands and use chopsticks to pick it up, it’s unhygienic this way.”

“Oh…”

Lu Ban went to the bathroom, shut the door behind him, and after washing his hands, looked earnestly at his reflection.

“What exactly happened, and how did she get in?”

The face in the mirror looked back at him innocently, indicating he had no clue.

“Lu Ban, time to eat.”

From outside the washroom door, Feng Yu’s voice called out.

Lu Ban stayed in the toilet, responding.

After a moment of thought, he felt there shouldn’t be a big problem.

Feng Yu didn’t seem to bear any malice towards him, and the shock he received from watching that video in the morning may have also been mitigated with Feng Yu’s help.

She is a good person!

But on further reflection, fainting while watching the video and having Feng Yu clean up the aftermath felt akin to sneakily watching adult videos at home, falling asleep accidentally, then waking up to find oneself on the couch while the relatives looked on benignly.

It was pretty awkward.

Exiting the washroom, he made his way to the living room.

The TV was on, playing the news from over the Spring Festival, and the table was laden with steaming dishes.

Lu Ban watched as Feng Yu opened the rice cooker, scooped rice into a bowl, pressed down on it, then scooped some more until the bowl was full to the brim before handing it to him.

“I just whipped up some dishes.”

Feng Yu herself took only a small spoonful and sat on the opposite side of Lu Ban.

“How did you get in?”

Watching the replay of the sketches from previous years, Lu Ban finally asked the question that had been on his mind.