I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 276 - 276 275. Dawn is approaching_1

Chapter 276: 275. Dawn is approaching_1 Chapter 276: 275. Dawn is approaching_1 Lu Ban arrived at the watchtower, where the sunlight was dazzling. Even with the support of magic, it still felt scorching hot.

Birmingham stood in front of the tower, looking at the Black Forest, which had cracked and turned into parched, drought-stricken land.

After experiencing life and death, this young man had clearly grown a lot.

“Hey.”

Lu Ban greeted and climbed up the tower.

Birmingham’s expression changed before finally settling on joy.

“It seems like you’re completely fine now.”

“No problem, I could still do a few sit-ups now.”

Lu Ban moved his arms.

“I thought I was the big brother, but now it seems you’re the big brother.”

Birmingham smiled, but with a hint of emotion.

“The people from Black Pine Town couldn’t come back. Within a few hours of the Demonic Tide, those who hadn’t managed to evacuate had already been killed.”

“There are thousands, millions like them.”

Lu Ban also looked towards the other end of the horizon.

“During the Demonic Tide, just surviving is already a stroke of luck. Don’t carry too much burden, don’t feel guilty for not saving more people. You’ve done well enough.”

He comforted Birmingham.

In such a world of despair, having too much sense of responsibility and trying to bear too much would only lead to greater despair; being carefree could actually make things somewhat better.

“I understand.”

Birmingham nodded.

“After the Demonic Tide is over, I want Lord Jonah to take me to the Gray Tower.”

He added.

“I have never been exposed to magic before, I’m not sure if I qualify, but I still want to become a Mage. I want to contribute more when the Demonic Tide comes.”

“Then I hope the Divine Beings will respond to you.”

Lu Ban thought of the time when no one had answered him and suddenly felt that he should find Jonah to help him get a new user agreement, to see if there were any gods in the Night Country who could answer him.

“Moreover, I heard Lord Jonah saying that they are now preparing to push some new measures at the Gray Tower to prevent the Demonic Tide.”

Birmingham said excitedly.

“They plan to have two Mages working together, wandering on the outskirts of the Black Forest, to observe the Demonic Beasts more closely. It’s called something… Walker, right…?”

“Proxy.”

“Right, right, that’s the one.”

Birmingham nodded repeatedly, not noticing the change in Lu Ban’s expression.

“Proxy…”

Lu Ban suddenly realized something.

Shia had said she was a Proxy in training, yet this system had already been implemented in the Gray Tower for over a hundred years. The clan of the Evil God in Dried Water Town was once handled by the Proxy’s seal.

Therefore, Shia’s era was at least a century after the emergence of Proxies, likely to be around the same timeline as Dried Water Town.

So the era of the Night Country that Lu Ban was currently in should be at least a hundred years or more before Shia’s era.

Which also meant that the Night Country still existed at least a hundred years after Birmingham.

Furthermore, judging by Shia’s actions, the Demonic Tide of the Night Country had been brought under a certain level of control and was no longer an event that could destroy the world.

“What’s wrong?”

Only then did Birmingham notice Lu Ban’s distraction and waved his hand in front of him to ask.

“No, it’s nothing.”

Lu Ban came back to his senses.

The feeling was extraordinary.

If Lu Ban were to tell Birmingham that the future he hoped for truly existed, that what he protected indeed endured, that the future of the Night Country was as he wished, the young man might just think Lu Ban was talking nonsense.

“Just keep on living, and I hope you’ll witness all this.”

Lu Ban patted Birmingham’s shoulder, leaving him puzzled.

“Okay.”

Birmingham simply nodded, taking it as Lu Ban’s encouragement.

“Speaking of which, I forgot to give this back to you earlier.”

Lu Ban then produced another nameplate, the one with the Forest Rangers’ names on it that, while mostly useless in the grand majority of cases, everyone still kept on them.

When Birmingham was entangled by the Clan of Eternal Night, the nameplate fell in the chaos and after being picked up by someone, it eventually ended up with Lu Ban.

Fingering the nameplate, Lu Ban looked at the text upon it.

Birmingham Quelris.

That should be Birmingham’s full name.

“…Hmm?”

It wasn’t until Birmingham had taken the nameplate that Lu Ban realized something belatedly.

He hadn’t thought about it before, but wasn’t the surname Quelris the spitting image of Shia’s?

Does that mean this guy could possibly be an ancestor of Shia’s great-grandfather or something?

If I hadn’t stepped in to save Birmingham, would Shia have disappeared?

Or is it that, because I met Shia first, I was destined to come here, to save Birmingham?

The flow of time in the Silent Lands isn’t consistent, and the timing of the missions also surpasses common sense. If the Demonic Tide is a match and a gamble between two Divine Beings, then could people like Lu Ban, traversing the Foreign Domain to complete tasks, be pawns used by even higher entities in their own games of strategy?

Lu Ban became engulfed in uncertainty once more.

But time didn’t allow him the luxury of further doubts.

With the countdown in his vision’s end, a tremor surpassing space arose in everyone’s hearts.

Lu Ban looked up to see the Blood Moon gradually fade, its terrifying crimson turning into a cool silvery white.

The entire agitated Black Forest suddenly fell silent.

He turned off the radio, and that blazing sun also abruptly vanished.

Lu Ban saw the rising crescent moon, saw the fish-belly white of the east.

In the darkest moment before dawn, there appeared a light.

Dawn arrived.

Birmingham watched this long-lost sunrise, his heart filled with a torrent of emotions.

There was the relief of surviving disaster, the sorrow of companions lost in battle, and the unease and anticipation for the future direction of this world.

He turned to his side, hoping to share something with Lu Ban.

But there was no one beside him anymore.

In the morning light of the dawn, Lu Ban walked into that brightness.

He felt a strong sense of weightlessness, the cold and heat all at once.

He saw the Blood Moon hanging high above him, and on that moon, a huge and twisted entity was watching him.

Lu Ban’s eyes filled with bloodshot veins, he felt his brain boil instantaneously.

But the next moment, a familiar feeling washed over Lu Ban’s heart.

He looked around and found himself back at home.

Meanwhile, on the pristine white wall, words as if written by a black marker coldly and indifferently spelled out:

[Congratulations, you have completed the mission.]

[Now beginning the settlement.]

[Mission Exploration Degree: 90%]

[Mission Completion Status: Perfect]

[In the world-destructing Demonic Tide, you swam upstream, becoming a symbol of hope. Whose banner waves high, nightmares will eventually awaken. In the resistance of thousands of years, the struggle itself sometimes is the whole meaning. Although faint, the torch of civilization still shines brightly. You have witnessed all of this.]

[Silence Points awarded: 76,000 points]

[Occupational reward received: Item: War in Your Pocket]

[Settlement completed]

[Let the audience experience what truly shakes the soul, use the ultimate in audiovisual sensation to overturn the world, create a new myth.]

[Choose to complete the career development task, receive the occupational award.]

[Welcome to visit the Silent Lands again.]

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