I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 392 - 392 391. Rise from the Coffin_1

Chapter 392: 391. Rise from the Coffin_1 Chapter 392: 391. Rise from the Coffin_1 “Glass Flower”

“The slums of the Abandoned Capital, a place filled with death and opportunities”

“Besides the hideous monsters in the sewers, there could be wealth and transcendence; if one’s entire life remains in the slums, then hope and despair naturally become irrelevant.”

“And those who exist in the crevice between the slums and the wealthy districts struggle the most. In their lives, the stench of toxic waste gas and the sweet aroma of pastries pervade their minds simultaneously.”

“You’ve accepted the assignment to investigate a doctor’s death. This won’t be a simple task. The darkness beneath the shiniest stages and the kindness in the most sinister drains could influence your judgment, but there’s more to it than that. Go explore.”

“Mission Difficulty: [Metamorphosis]”

“Mission Objective: Find the killer of Doctor Howes”

“Mission Objective: Survive until the end of the event”

“‘He was a good man, I know it, he always was a good man, how could such a thing happen to him?'”

“When it involves both the slums and the wealthy districts, the gap is considerable. Perhaps there are even class differences, industrial pollution… Has the Abandoned Capital already developed such advanced productive forces?”

“And not being able to choose the difficulty, is it because Silent Lands assumes I would definitely choose [Metamorphosis]? Even though I would indeed make that choice, isn’t it a bit unreasonable of It to do so?”

Lu Ban pondered.

Clearly, at least three people had died in this mission: the doctor, who was the primary subject of investigation, a call girl, and a gang member. Whether there was a connection between their deaths was still unclear.

Their connection might be the key to finding the killer.

Lu Ban wasn’t particularly skilled at brainwork; he decided to let Cui Siter do the thinking after arriving in the Abandoned Capital.

Shia was responsible for dealing with the monsters they couldn’t beat.

Lu Ban was responsible for shouting “666.”

Quite reasonable.

As for the [Metamorphosis] difficulty, Lu Ban wasn’t sure what in the Abandoned Capital could cause such severe pollution, but he had already undergone so many [Metamorphosis] difficulty missions that one more wouldn’t make a difference.

He packed up his things, declining further interviews with TV stations, websites, and variety shows.

Picked up the trophy.

“Enter Silent Lands?”

“Yes/No”

Lu Ban pressed “Yes” on the trophy.

In an instant, Lu Ban heard continuous and abrupt gunfire, followed by the screams of women. He felt his surroundings shift rapidly from a splendid ballroom to a filthy, stinking sewer. The friction of metal was grating to the ears, and finally, the sound of something shattering was deafening.

“Silent Lands’ time flow is inconsistent with the outside world.”

“This journey’s time ratio is: 2:1.”

“Number of companions: 2”

“En route to the Abandoned Capital”

As the text flickered, Lu Ban felt himself touch something hard.

Not his feet, but his back.

Something wasn’t right.

Lu Ban found himself in a confined space.

Not just behind him, but on both sides, and in front as well, hard objects prevented him from moving.

Even above his head and beneath his feet, there were no exits.

Lu Ban was in total darkness.

He tried pushing forward, but it was immovable.

“What’s going on? Is this some bizarre situation I’m encountering right from the start?”

As Lu Ban made a self-mocking comment, he felt something else.

In the darkness, heat was rising.

The temperature was not that of a normal room but was getting hotter and hotter.

The air in the space became scorching, drying out Lu Ban’s face. He felt the oxygen here was getting much thinner.

The high temperature from behind made him sweat, and a sense of claustrophobia enveloped Lu Ban’s heart.

He reached out and touched the barrier in front of him.

It felt like a wooden structure, no more than three centimeters thick, but quite heavy.

“Could this be… inside a coffin?”

Lu Ban realized belatedly.

His hands could feel some traces on the wooden board in front of him, the marks were distributed with a certain pattern.

He groped around and soon, a string of foreign characters formed in his mind.

——Save me!

They were etched out with fingernails, wails accompanied by coagulated blood!

Meanwhile, the temperature went from dry heat to scorching heat, hot enough to blister skin.

Lu Ban also understood his situation.

He was probably, possibly inside a coffin at a crematorium.

As he realized this, a silver revolver, “Testament,” materialized in Lu Ban’s hand.

Bang——

He fired the Speech Bullet, and the coffin carrying Lu Ban suddenly accelerated in one direction.

Clang——

A huge impact made Lu Ban’s ears ache, and quite a bit of blood flowed.

Before the grass had time to grow, Lu Ban fired at the surrounding coffin boards again.

The next moment, light squeezed through the cracks between the boards of the coffin.

The heavy wood flew in all directions, embedding into the walls, and Lu Ban tumbled to the ground, his buttocks aching from the impact.

A scream came, and Lu Ban quickly assessed his surroundings.

In the room, there were several people, both men and women, aged between thirty and fifty, dressed in black formal attire, staring at Lu Ban in a great panic.

Behind Lu Ban was the crematorium’s incinerator. Unlike modern high-temperature incinerators, this one still used firewood and gasoline, and the coffin was ablaze, already embedded in the wall of the incineration chamber.

“Sorry to interrupt your cremation,”

Lu Ban said to the people who looked like relatives.

Could it be that this time he had risen from the coffin as a corpse?

“Who are you? Where’s my father?”

A woman in a black dress demanded.

“Um, if you don’t mind, I can be your father, at least a living one,”

Lu Ban said, brushing off the dust from himself as he stood up.

“You stole my husband’s corpse!!?”

A woman with frosted temples screamed, handkerchief in hand, her face in shock.

“Can I take back what I just said? I’ve decided not to be your father,”

Lu Ban quickly said to the woman in the black dress.

“The body, where is the body?”

A man dressed in white, clearly a funeral home staffer, was in a panic.

Lu Ban looked around.

“It’s definitely not here,”

“Quick, call someone else, call someone else!”

A man dressed in black, looking to be in his fifties, shouted.

Lu Ban was also unsure, because the Silent Lands generally allowed the Chosen by Gods to perfectly integrate into the mission, and those from the Foreign Domain would not doubt the identity of the Chosen by Gods, but this time something didn’t seem quite right.

Was he actually supposed to impersonate this deceased father, or had he simply taken a wrong turn like going from Diagon Alley to Knockturn Alley?

Just then, a funeral home staff member came into the room with someone else.

“Mr. Cui Siter, it’s him, he stole the body!”