I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 257 - 257 256. War in the Pocket_1

Chapter 257: 256. War in the Pocket_1 Chapter 257: 256. War in the Pocket_1 The images that appeared on the movie desktop in front of Lu Ban were three pictures.

Lu Ban looked at the first picture, which depicted a deep and solemn forest, swept by cold winds, within that lush woodland, countless monsters lay hidden.

War in the Pocket

“Your names are unknown, your deeds shall live forever with the world”

“The Blood Moon of the Night Country signifies death, and the Demonic Tide is the most dangerous disaster under its moonlight.”

“If the Gray Tower represents the wisdom and the cultural beacon of the Night Country, then the Hei Tower symbolizes the death and the dark sword of the Night Country, standing at the border of the Black Forest, they are the only rampart when the Demonic Tide rises.”

“You are in a fortress, the Blood Moon is coming, to survive or to be annihilated—that is an unquestionable dilemma.”

“Although the Night Country is vast, we have no way to retreat because the Hei Tower is just behind us!”

“The Demonic Tide, this is a major event in the Night Country, definitely very dangerous.”

One of the Essence Extraction materials needed for Lu Ban’s “Testament” was the heart of a leader monster from the Demonic Tide. Judging by the difficulty, this kind of task that required a direct fight with monsters was certainly very challenging for Lu Ban.

Of course, if he could just happen upon Shia, Lu Ban felt that this task might just be a giveaway.

He didn’t rush to a conclusion but instead looked at the second picture.

This picture was of an old and dilapidated house, seemingly with a certain age to it. However, the space around these houses appeared to be warped, giving an unsettling and bizarre feeling, and the oddly colored plants climbing the walls also spoke of danger.

Bizarre Town

“Everyone in the town wears a strange smile, and you know, it’s not for you.”

“The towns of the Abandoned Capital are isolated from the city, insular, xenophobic, and backward – these keywords form their basic impression.”

“This town appears very common, but people in the town seem to hide some secret. Whenever night falls, a strange sound echoes through the streets, believe me, you wouldn’t want to know what it is.”

“A friend of yours came here, she was born here, and now it’s time for her return.”

“The air of the long-missed hometown carries the scent of blood.”

“Another Bizarre Town in the Abandoned Capital…”

By now, Lu Ban almost has PTSD from those strange little towns in the Abandoned Capital.

Who knows if any of those towns are harboring some sleeping Evil God dreaming.

If he had the choice, Lu Ban wouldn’t really want to take part in this mission directly, for after all, based on the description, there was little information to be gained. According to the customs of the Silent Lands, missions that appeared dangerous might be nothing to worry about on the surface, but those described lightly could hide the deadliest threats.

Lu Ban turned to the third picture.

This picture showed a desolate desert landscape, within which stood a city as splendid as gold and gemstones, in stark contrast. Yet this city gave off a dark vibe that made it repulsive to the heart.

Game of Power

“Not everyone is fit to sit in the Governor’s seat. If you wish to become one, let your strength do the talking.”

“The Governor of the Wasteland is the leader of a city-state, democracy is the only criterion for every city-state in the election of a Governor, but true democracy does not reside here.”

“Bribery, threats, defamation, and assassination—over thousands of years, human political tactics have never changed.”

“You will choose a candidate for Governor, support his election, and help him to become the new Governor, but whom to choose has seemingly become a difficult question.”

“Democracy is nothing but the tyranny of the majority, those ignorant people only know how to blindly follow and grovel.”

“A palace intrigue mission?”

Lu Ban was somewhat puzzled.

He had absolutely no understanding of politics, nor was he adept at the tactics of elections or the methods to win people’s hearts. If he were to undertake this task, the best solution he could think of would be to secretly take care of the other candidates.

Of course, Lu Ban also had PTSD from his experiences in the Wasteland. He hadn’t forgotten that there was a Queen Bug in this Foreign Domain that wanted to have little bugs with him. If he went there rashly, he might get captured by the Queen Bug and drained before he even had time to complete the task.

“It seems the best choice is to go to the Night Country,” Lu Ban thought.

Now that his “Testament” could be considered comparable to that of a regular monster, and he also possessed the spiritual Pollution weapon of incoherent babbling from a great entity, he should still stand a chance against the leader of the Demonic Tide.

The only difference was that if a tide-like swarm of monsters came at him, Lu Ban might not be enough.

“That being said, if I go to the Night Country, could I keep trying to shake hands with the deity there, maybe even manage to grasp Magic?”

With this thought in mind, Lu Ban became eager to try.

Last time Shia said the signal was bad, but if he went directly to the Night Country, he should at least not be outside of the service area this time, right?

If there was still no response, Lu Ban might have to find a channel to lodge a complaint against the deity of the Night Country.

Thinking this, Lu Ban first spent fifty Silence Points to draw a Madman’s Knowledge.

The skull this time looked human, but as if it had melted like rubber under heat and then solidified again, the bones displayed a certain warped feature.

Lu Ban crushed the skull.

A flood of incoherent babbling instantly overwhelmed him.

“… A bountiful harvest this year, a warehouse full of mushrooms, and lots of rats too, not bad, not bad, finally there is something to look forward to…”

“… Those cornstalks in the field, they seem a bit odd, as if birds grew out of the leaves somehow, strange, was corn always like this…”

“… I saw with my own eyes a bug with eight legs crawling out from a blooming flower, it flew into the sky, colorful and splendrous, even more beautiful than a butterfly…”

“… There’s something wrong with the water, something has contaminated the source. I have been to the forest, and it seemed like there was some creature living there…”

“… Has Chen’s son not come out to play for a long time? Sometimes at night, I can hear beastly howling coming from their house, I can’t quite tell what kind of creature it is…”

Before the blood could trickle from Lu Ban’s nose, the green grass had already absorbed the scarlet liquid back in.

He felt dizzy, but the problem wasn’t too serious, it had gotten much better compared to before when he first glimpsed into the Madman’s Knowledge.

Possibly, this was the effect of having personally witnessed a fraction of that great entity behind the door.

In the Foreign Domain, Pollution is hierarchical. When a sane being is contaminated, the result is a reduction in Sanity, but at the same time, pollution of the same level becomes much less likely to affect him. This was also the foundation of Lu Ban’s theory of the Foreign Domain.

So, after having seen a part of that great entity, Lu Ban became immune to many forms of Pollution, and the knowledge from this Madman’s Knowledge was among them.

However, this single draw didn’t seem to be information about the Night Country.

Lu Ban felt his luck had worsened.

“I’ll try another single draw tomorrow.”

Although Lu Ban now had over a hundred thousand Silence Points, it was unacceptable to him to buy Madman’s Knowledge at full price when there were discounts available.

There was still time left, so he could simply do a daily single draw. Eventually, he would acquire the knowledge he wanted, and maybe he’d even obtain some unexpected information in the process.

If normal classes were also conducted via card draws, Lu Ban felt, students would definitely fall in love with learning.

As he was pondering this, a message popped up on Lu Ban’s phone.